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avnillae · 10 months

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[teo]

You wiped away at the bile that had pooled from your lips, Jesus Christ, it didn’t take long.

You hastily plucked yourself from the lawn and hoisted your body to the cold sidewalk before gingerly setting yourself onto the curb.

You can’t keep doing this.

“Aw, come on, you’re no good at having any fun !” The jeers and snickers following behind you tauntingly.

You shut your eyes and rubbed at your temples in an attempt to alleviate the spinning. Lifting the other arm, you raised your middle finger in response, earning more chuckles from the group.

An arm wrapped around your neck pulling you in closer to the source of your ridicule, “The night’s still young, don’t tell me you’re chickening out on me already, doll.” His hot breath tinged with the scent of booze and mint gum lingered against your flushed ear.

“You wish.” You pushed away, earning an ‘ooh’ from the others behind you two.

“Atta(girl/boy) ! That’s the spirit, let’s go,” He peeled you off the pavement and onto your feet.

“We still have so many other places to be!”

You trudged alongside the group, eventually finding yourself in some random club, the air stricken with the scent of liquor and warm with the heat of continuous swaying bodies.

It was always the club, the bar, a pub, a friend of a friend’s house, maybe a kickback or bonfire, whatever nightly routine it was.

Every night was the same, a repeat of the last.

More and more bleak each weekend.

—

“Ew !” an exaggerated bellow of disgust began,

“Teo ?? No way, what ?? Seriously ??”

You mentally scolded yourself for even bringing it up to Moth in the first place.

“I know.”

“Eww… Well… does he live up to his reputation ?”

You snorted, swiveling around your chair covering your flushed face.

You can’t believe you’re even admitting this.

“Someone’s curious, why not try him out yourself ?” You teased, Moth gagged.

“Ya right, I’m lonely but not that lonely.”

You gasped, “Rude !”

“I’m just saying.. if he’s really as awful as you make him out to be.”

You finally stopped your spinning to lean back in your chair, with closed eyes and a deep breath you finally brought your microphone close to your lips,

“All I’ll say is..”

—

It was rare to see him in class, if ever.

You felt his large hand snake it’s way to your thigh, your breath hitched and you snapped your attention to him with a pointed glare.

Seemingly oblivious or otherwise unbothered, his gaze was fixed to the phone in his hand.

You opened your mouth to protest, but felt his hand knead your inner thigh causing your face to burn hotter than before, you choked back your words.

You tore your attention away from him and quickly scanned the area to see if anyone around had taken notice.

Unless others were feigning ignorance, his actions had gone unnoticed.

Deciding to just ignore him and focus on the lecture, his hand was unrelenting, creeping ever so close

It wasn’t until his hand brushed against the opening of your pants that you froze.

With bated breath, debating whether or not to let him continue, you indulged. hesitantly spreading your legs a little wider to allow him access.

Wasting no time, his fingers slipped through your zipper, rubbing against your clothed sex.

Haphazardly following along with the lecture

You grabbed his wrist with your free hand, pinning him in place before rocking slowly on his fingers.

Almost.

His fingers writhed inside of you, you sighed and huffed, trying your best to resist the moans crawling out your mouth.

‘Trying’, feebly.

A loud gasp accompanied your wave of arousal, you fought against the twitching of your undoing and quickly cupped your hand over your mouth in an attempt to conceal any other explicit noises escaping.

Heads turned and eyes peering, you felt the blood creeping from your neck to your ears, you cleared your throat and awkwardly returned to your studies after mumbling a small sorry.

Sneaking a glance to the man beside you, all you could see was the smug grin plastered on his face as he continued to scroll on his cell phone.

—

“You know you could have anyone.” He remarked with a shit eating grin, leaning back into his seat with bleary eyes.

He knew just the words to butter you up.

“You and I both know you don’t really believe that.” You huffed, tilting your head and downing another glass.

This was how it always went.

And like always, you were ruined.

Hastily undressing one another in the backseat of his car, your head was swimming. His hands grazed against your bruised thighs from the nights prior, you let out a small wince at the contact.

It was like this nights repeating.

Hushed breathing fogging up the windows and the harsh winter air threatening to spill in, you pulled him closer to your body.

Exchanging body heat in a back seat with a man you could hardly stand or stomach.

You knew it wouldn’t last, and it wouldn’t be anything serious.

The next day you’d both act like nothing happened.

Maybe that’s why it was easier to be with him.

There was no room for confusion. Almost like an unspoken agreement between you two.

You bit back the urge to comment on the hickeys littering his neck and collarbones, they most certainly weren’t from you.

It’s not like he was yours, nor did you particularly care to have him.

If it were a strange sick game, you’d probably say it was his way of keeping score.

Who really wins in this situation ?

Still,

slut.

He laughed, his breath causing you to squirm slightly underneath him,

“You wouldn’t want me any other way”

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You peered at the girl wrapped around his arm, you remember her from one of your classes.

Olivia, was it ?

You couldn’t describe the feeling, wanting to stay indifferent you pushed aside the irritation you felt simply by looking at her.

Maybe you felt sick, why were you upset by this? If anything, you should redirect your irritation towards Teo.

The both of you were in the same predicament, didn’t she realize ? Or did she just not care ?

Not that you cared either, you reminded yourself.

“Anyways, I came to pick up my sweater, but..”

You eyed the snared girl, her watching your gaze before realizing it had landed on her figure.

The same one enveloped in your all too familiar fabric.

Instead of apologizing and returning it to its rightful owner, she simply twisted her lips upwards and snickered.

“I see that’s it been… used.”

—

Pulling away from the driveway, you didn’t even bother watching his car zip away anymore.

Probably onto the next.

It shouldn’t bother you, you weren’t dating. You’ll never be in a real relationship. The basis for one had been ruined too many nights ago.

Locking the door behind you, you kicked off your shoes.

Your phone was dead, but there wouldn’t be a real reason to charge it.

It wasn’t likely you’d get a text from him anyway.

You slumped onto your bed, the sheets enveloping your sore body. A deep sigh escaping you.

You can’t keep doing this.

.000

*his whiskey toned eyes were intoxicating, your head was swimming before but now you were practically drowning

*it was no use. there wasn’t any escaping or hope for salvation.

*you welcomed your ruin with open arms.

#14 days with you #14dwy #eeeee a lil ting for the raccoons 🦝#it’s me im the mapache #🦝🦝🦝#teo #teo 14dwy #does anyone read these #idc publishing bc im tired of hoarding drafts if it doesn’t make sense o well

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faeriecinna · 2 months

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Manuscript Search Tag

I got a couple of these from the lovely @annakayy and @ulysses-blues ! My words are : Cold, Night, Colour, Question and Soar

I'm editing atm so a lot of these extracts are probably going to be from the earlier chapters of my WIPs :)

Cold:

Project.Seraph The lies rolled off his tongue smoothly while he pleaded. His words hung in the air, a delicate fable of veiled desperation. Each syllable carried the weight of a decision, pregnant with possibility. He held a hand out to Nevaeh, a sense of satisfaction settling over him when he realised she was no longer backing away. “My friends are waiting just a little further into the trees. I can call them out now to help us, but you must make your decision quickly, angel, it is only a matter of time before The Hunt returns for you.” Tense silence hung in the air as Teo and the other travellers waited with bated breath for Nevaeh to respond. She gave an almost imperceptible nod that rippled through the quiet - a seismic shift in the forest's placidity. The choice echoed like a distant thunderclap. A cold breeze fluttered through the trees, as if the forest itself had breathed a sigh of relief.

Night:

Project.Ink Fionn offered a nod, though doubt remained in his expression. With a lingering gaze at Rowan, he retreated into the crowd. The elven nobility continued to observe, casting furtive glances at the mysterious human. As the night progressed, the dance floor beckoned, and Killeen found herself standing before Rowan. "Dance with me," She demanded, her voice holding a mix of authority and an emotion that struggled to surface. Rowan, caught off guard, nodded hesitantly. The surrounding Fae observed the unlikely pair, murmurs rising like the rustle of leaves in the wind.

Colour:

Project.Ink Although in the back of her mind Rowan knew exactly what she was approaching, she refused to let herself believe what she was seeing until the glow of the early dawn sun began to cast shards of colour onto the rotting pine needles underfoot. Stained glass windows – or remnants of them – still clung to the fragmented wood window frames and crumbling stone archways. Her heart stopped and her head span. In her dreams, the church had been resplendent and ornamented, gilded and imposing in its looming grandeur. It wasn’t hard to imagine the pews filled with worshippers, caught in the throes of fervent exaltation. In person, it was a deteriorating memory of the hallowed halls that had commanded devotion long before Rowan even came to be. The carcass had been picked clean and only the bare bones were left, jutting at sharp, splintered angles and still bathed in the sanguineous glow from above.

Question became Inquired:

Project.Ink The air felt heavy with an unspoken tension, and the flickering candlelight cast unsettling shadows that swayed with an unnatural rhythm. Her parents, a middle-aged couple with eyes that held an baleful gleam, sat at a weathered wooden table. "Rowan, dear, how was your day?" her mother inquired, her voice too melodic, the cadence too perfect. There was an eerie precision to her words, carefully crafted. Rowan offered a hesitant smile, the subtle disquiet settling in the corners of her mind. "It was... usual, I suppose." Her father, a man with an unchanging smile that he wore like a mask, chimed in. "Good, good. Routine is essential, especially in these times." The words hung in the air, their weight pressing on Rowan's shoulders. It was a phrase she'd heard often, a mantra that echoed throughout the village whenever discussions veered too close to scrutiny.

Soar became Flight:

Project.Seraph A snort jolted her from her respite with a sharp gasp and she whirled, coming face to face with a solo soldier and his accompanying horse. A desperate whine left her and she willed her aching legs into motion once again, covering just enough land so that she could spread her wings and take off into the sky. Flight was much slower, but with her body weakening with exhaustion, she couldn’t risk her mortal legs giving out on her while being chased by the one man who wasn’t entirely convinced by her watery charade. Before she could even make it a fair distance, the air close to her ear was displaced with a hiss and the angel’s eyes widened as arrows began to fly. She bobbed and weaved, her flight path erratic in an attempt to become less of an attainable target.

And with that, I'm gonna NO PRESSURE tag @spideronthesun @indecentpause @savvyminnow @frostedlemonwriter and @melpomene-grey

Your words are going to be :: sick, small, remember and cloud

#project.seraph #teo and nevaeh #project.ink #rowan and killeen #wip #writing #writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #tumblr writing community #writer #writer problems #writer stuff #writblr #fantasy writer #writerblr

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stories-from-the-shaded-moon · 7 months

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Whumptober Day21

(“Don’t Move”)

Testing out writing for a new fandom :3

The tree’s canopy plunged them in darkness, only Aurelio’s flames giving them light. Even his flames hurt him. They probably didn’t have much time before Aurelio couldn’t take anymore.

Teo and Niya walked behind the son of Diosa Lumbre. Teo didn’t want to come back here. He had only been here once, but he hated Los Restos to mighty Sol and back. It was crazy that Sol’s light itself couldn’t reach Los Restos. The only gods here were the Obsidians. The Obsidians wanted Teo and his friends as slaves. They had already enslaved Xio.

No. They had Xio betray him. Xio betrayed Teo because of them. Xio was being controlled. He wouldn’t-

Teo shook his head, hoping the thoughts would go away.

“You good?” Niya’s voice broke the silence.

“Define good and maybe I’ll tell you,” Teo's voice dripped with sarcasm.

“I’m sure none of us are good, Niya,” Aurelio spoke, his voice low and grim. His flame flickered a little brighter for only a second. Almost like it was a joke.

“Forgive me for trying to comfort you.”

“I’m not good. I’m sorry about all of this. Maybe Auristela didn’t have to be the sacrifice. What if I-“

“Don’t say that,” Aurelio cut him off. “If anything, it should be a god who sacrifices themself. They don’t die as easily as we do.”

“Sounds like you’ve been thinking about this,” Niya huffed.

“I have.”

Teo hummed. “I don’t think that this is the best time for shit talking, but honestly, fuck these guys.”

Niya and Aurelio hummed in agreement.

“Especially your mom,” Niya nudged Aurelio, “She can suck on my hard sixteen inch-“

“Niya, enough!” Aurelio’s flame flickered again, a small laugh escaping his lips. The other two joined that giggling.

“Sixteen inches is crazy!” Teo laughed.

A crack of a branch rang through the laughter in Los Restos. The three stopped laughing immediately.

“Don’t move,” Aurelio snuffed his fire out, plunging them all into darkness. Teo knew that it was to cover them. He also knew that it was Aurelio’s hope that the monster was tracking by sound.

Los Restos never saw the light of day. The only way you could find food here was by sound or having night vision. Maybe Niya and Aurelio could track by sound, but Teo couldn’t.

Teo stood still with bated breaths. It was silent for only a moment.

“Aurelio?!” The voice was almost squeaky, like a child’s. That was because it did belong to a child.

Aurelio lit another flame. In front of them, stood Atzi, the daughter of Tempestoso. She was covered in cuts and bruises and gashes and wounds. Aurelio nearly tripped over his feet while trying to take a step toward her.

Teo grabbed Aurelio’s non-dominant arm to keep him back. “It could be a trick,” Teo whispered.

Atzi started limping toward the three, tears threatening to spill. “I-I wanna go home…” the girl reached for Aurelio.

Aurelio looked over to Teo and then Niya. Niya shooker her head. They all took steps back.

“Please don’t leave me!” Atzi cried. “I want to go home!”

Teo could feel tears start to form in his eyes. He couldn’t help himself. All of this was his fault. If he had decided to use himself as a sacrifice, or just didn’t put that blade in Xio’s hands, none of these people would be in pain. “I’m sorry…”

Atzi’s head snapped in his direction, her eyes lit a blinding white. Thunder cracked up above. He’d known the feeling of being struck by lightning. All of your muscles seized and you blacked out.

A rod of lightning appeared in Atzi’s hand. “You did this to her!”

Her…

“It’s an imposter! Run!” Aurelio shot a volley of fireballs at the imposter and they began to run. Aurelio kept his arm alight as a torch.

Teo dodged lightning bolts, then he was dodging spurts of water, then the three were being chased by a jaguar.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“You’re making everyone else panic with your panicking, Teo!” Niya shouted.

“We’re being chased by a fucking jaguar!”

Niya turned around, facing the imposter of Ocelo, and stomped on the ground. The imposter ran straight into the wall of rock that Niya created.

Niya turned around. Teo and Aurelio were far ahead. “Guys!” She shouted. The two slowed down to let her catch up. “You guys really left me?!”

Teo shrugged. “Sorry, this shit is like a horror movie. I don’t have to fight, I just have to run faster.”

Niya punched Teo’s shoulder lightly. “Fair point, but I’ll remember that.”

“Please don’t-”

“If it got Niya, you would’ve been next, just so you know,” Aurelio joked, his flames going down to only his finger tips.

It was crazy that Teo was the only one out of breath. If Niya hadn’t done that, he probably would’ve died first.

“Minorities always die first…” Teo mumbled.

“What minority do you belong to that we don’t?” Aurelio smiled.

Teo thought for a second. “I’m transgender and also pretty gay.”

“Let’s be honest, if you’re a semidios and you’re not a flavor of gay, you’re confused,” Niya stated.

Teo huffed at himself for not thinking about this the first time around. “I’m a Jade.”

Niya opened her mouth, then shut it, then looked over at Aurelio, who shrugged. Teo smiled. He won.

“Where are we?” Niya quickly changed the subject.

“Fuck if I know.”

“I wasn’t asking you, Teo!” She whisper-shouted.

“Ocelo never stopped a chase because of a simple inconvenience. Where did that imposter go?” Aurelio’s thoughts came out of his mouth. It rang in between Teo and Niya’s ears.

“You’re right, Ocelo is a relentless fucker,” Niya hummed.

One thing Teo knew about Ocelo was their stubbornness. A hit to the head wouldn’t stop them. Not even a giant squid stopped them.

“I think that we should be glad that these things are giving us a break,” Teo said.

“I think we should be glad that no diose has found us yet.”

Teo and Niya shushed Aurelio. “Do not jinx us that badly,” Teo whispered.

“If only it were that easy to revoke bad luck, huh?” A deep voice spoke from their left. The three froze.

Teo recognized that voice. “Mala Suerte…” he whispered. He didn’t know if it was relief or anger or sadness he was overcome with. Maybe it was all of the above.

“Mala Suerte,” Aurelio’s voice was low, like a darkness crept into his body. Aurelio’s fire grew brighter.

Niya readied herself, ready to transform her sword or shield if needed.

Teo’s wings puffed up.

“Bad luck isn’t something that you inflict on yourself. It’s given to you,” The Dios said. There was an accent in his voice. One of longing and sorrow.

“What are you doing here?” Niya nearly growled.

“I came to find my son.”

Teo’s heart dropped. “Xio isn’t your son. He’s Venganza’s.” Even Teo noticed the edge in his voice.

“I raised him. He’s my son.”

“He betrayed the world because of his father!” Aurelio’s temper was running very thin.

“Venganza is not his father and I will not allow anyone to hurt him!” Mala Suerte’s booming voice made the trees sway. “I care not for his mistakes! I care not for his blood! I raised him, even if his mother lied to me, I raised him! He. Is. My. Son.” Mala Suerte took a breath. “Now, would you like my help to save your friends? Or would you rather die a horrible death against the Obsidians?”

“We’d be safer without you,” Niya spoke in a whisper, her voice trembling. “The Obsidians can sense dioses…”

Silence rang loud in Los Restos. Dread set in Teo and Aurelio’s spines.

Niya was right. The Obsidians can sense other dioses. Mala Suerte is a dios.

“Oh shit…” Mala Suerte muttered.

“What bad luck you have, Little Suerte!” Another voice laughed.

“What misfortune you’ve brought upon these semidioses, right?” The semidios’s bodies went rigged, fear flying to their heads.

“How unlucky for these semidioses, huh?”

Shadowy figures appeared behind Mala Suerte.

In seconds, Mala Suerte had appeared in front of Teo, Niya, and Aurelio, his arms out as if he were trying to protect them. “Run!” The dios shouted over his shoulder.

They ran without question, Mala Suerte’s screams echoed behind them.

#the shady lad writes #the sunbearer trials #the sunbearer trials teo #the sunbearer trials Aurelio #the sunbearer trials Niya #spoilers for The Sunbearer Trials

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gamextreme · 11 months

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A quantidade de sonhos em que eu por algum motivo retorno ao neves no último ano dos meus amiguinhos é numerosa... Hoje eu fiquei sentado primeiro atrás de teo, a esquerda de alan e a direita de raquel... Durante aula de sociologia ou similar... Estava no meio da tarde, escurecendo, as luzes desligadas pela aula no projetor e todo mundo feliz... Todas as vezes que sonhos assim ocorrem eu só fico feliz e observo todos meus amiguinhos, eu penso por que eu sai de perto de vocês primeiramente, nunca acho resposta... Em certo momento a prof me pede pra eu tentar entender a diferença entre duas imagens, uma delas sendo a forma normal de pentear o cabelo e outra um equipamento que faz o cabelo ficar curvado e parecendo um cone, eu não entendo o que to vendo e ela diz oq significa a imagem, pamponet do fundo grita (alisa o cabelo com a mão) e rimos um pouco, eu tendo imitar o formato do equipamento e consigo mais o menos, levando todos a rirem da cena inusitada.... Quando volto a cadeira, a qual nesse momento eu mudei para a segunda coluna da esquerda a direita e na 3 cadeira do fundo, próximo de thomaz a minha frente, eu só sento e na mesma hora teo vem ficar me perturbando... Ele percebeu na hora que eu me afastei, nesse momento eu pergunto quanto tempo faltava para o fim daquele ano de aulas deles, ele disse que faltava 22 dias e é por isso que ele não estava mais faltando, queria ver os amigos enquanto tinha tempo... Eu penso, o que 22 dias representa? Será que foi quanto tempo ainda teve aula no Neves? Provavelmente, mas, não lembro desses detalhes... Até que é uma coisa boa que pelo visto continua dentro do subconsciente...

No meio do bate papo feliz com meus amiguinhos, eu lembro de onde eu estava antes de voltar pro Neves no último ano da turma em que tanto fui feliz.... Eu estava andando em um deserto de gelo, perdido, sem nenhum ponto de referência... Essa parte durou o que pareceram horas, bem mais do que os 15 min da parte no Neves desse dream... Nesse deserto, com absolutamente nada do lado e pro outro, eu caminhei a esmo por tanto tempo que o deserto de gelo começou a virar um de areia e depois, um grande campo árido, com trilhos de trem e eventuais grandes fazendas... Eu decido seguir um dos trilhos e com a "câmera" livre nesse momento, trilho o caminho do 🚆 e começo a identificar um local que tinha algumas caixas... Acordo antes de mais nada mas eu estava em um lugar que já tinha visitado no mundo imaginário, um caminho a qual se conecta a UFRN, ao menos, a minha visão dela....

Eu estava perdido e o único caminho q apareceu foi a UF, agora estou aqui e contínuo tão perdido quanto antes... Quanto custa voltar e ter um único dia de aula no Neves novamente? De brinde estamos voltando a essa escola no fim desse mês para mais um torneio, será legal ficar uns momentos sozinhos falando com esses fantasmas do meu passado...

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syedmunawir · 3 years

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Teo Bates shot by Syed Munawir for Men’s Folio November 2021.

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jordanr770-blog · 2 years

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Jordan’s Thoughts Regarding Downton Abbey: A New Era (Spoiler Free, I haven’t seen it yet.)

I'm an American and therefore I haven't had the chance to watch the new Downton Abbey movie yet. However I’m really excited for everyone who had a chance to see the premiere today! I hope you all had a lovely time and I truly hope it was a great film. I mean, even if it wasn’t I’m still going to watch it but that has nothing to do with anything so onwards to the post!

I was thinking about this film and because I’m blissfully unaware of what is to come I wrote down some things that I personally feel this movie should and should not do. You are definitely allowed to disagree with anything I say here. I just wanted to post this for fun. =)

Should:

* Include Aunt Rosamund in every scene. Aunt Rosamund is one of my favorites and I shall hear no slander about her EVER. I'm just happy she get's to be involved in the movies this time. Bonus points if she yells at everyone in France. (to quote the Dowager; "Rosamund has no interest in French. If she wishes to be understood by a foreigner, she shouts.") * Give Edith a better storyline than the one she got in the first movie. And continue to give her awesome costumes. * Have Mary and Hugh Dancy's character become a thing. I don't even know his character yet and I already know I’m going to like him more than Talbot. * A longshot that is definitely not happening but it would have been cool to see Evelyn Napier and his new wife Mabel Lane Fox show up during the filming process. * Baxter and Molesley. Make them be married already or at least have them become SOMETHING because I am going to be livid if their completely obvious affection for one another get's pushed aside for another 10 movies or whatever comes down the line. * Give Lucy a personality of some sort. I think Tuppence Middleton is a phenomenal actress but we didn't really get to know her in the first movie so I'm hoping that changes. * Bates and Baby Bates happiness time. * Thomas being happy and not getting screwed over and still being involved with Richard Ellis. No way does Thomas Barrow get screwed over again. They wouldn't do that again right? RIGHT?!?!? 0_0 I'm worried. * Teo. They put the lab on the poster, he has to have atleast one scene. It's the law. * Cute scenes between Daisy and Andrew. I actually quite enjoy their relationship. Much better than the whole Ivy-Alfred-JimJam-Daisy fiasco.

Should Not:

* Give Talbot screen time unless it is to finalize the divorce proceedings (where we learn he was the dude who killed Matthew) or to have Aunt Rosamund call him out for being a fortune hunter and driving him out of town because God knows he's not very good at his one personality trait, if you can even call CARS that. Those are the only scenes I will allow if Goode MUST appear in the movie. * Thomas Barrow doing a 180 with his character development and being a mega jerk like he was in the earlier seasons. Also, people being mean to him. Nobody in the audience is going to enjoy that. * The Bates' and anything involving possible prison time. * Having Carson come back and being the one in charge again. No. You have been the head honcho of the downstairs for 84 years, I like you and your wife but you're done. * Have Lord Grantham deal with anything relating to finances or the estate. Knowing him he'd find some shady character who he deems trustworthy and will be investing Cora's money into the stocks for the guillotine, tell me I'm wrong. * Death. Especially if it's Violet's. If they kill her off I am going to be OFFENDED, though I know in my heart of hearts that this movie is probably going to be the last we see of The Dowager. Still doesn't mean I have to like it and I don't even want to think about how Isobel will take it. * Not making Baxley happen. They've done their waiting! Twelve years of it! In Azkaban!

I'm probably forgetting a bunch of stuff but these are just the thoughts that popped into my head and I just wanted to share them. =)

Edit; I just had another thought. How about we DON’T make the predictable choice of offing the Dowager and instead surprise everyone with a famous Lord Grantham ulcer burst!

#Downton Abbey #Downton Abbey 2 #Downton Abbey: A New Era #No Spoilers #Alright there's spoilers for the show and the first movie but not for A New Era

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sosmembers · 3 years

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Cast List

Torili Mikaelson

Tristan Duffy

Roman Godfrey

Red Riding Hood

Akita Beau aka Veronica Lodge

Michael Guerin

Captain Killian Jones

Hayley Marshall-Kenner

Melissa McCall

Jasmine Morningstar

Narita Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson-Gardiner

Tigerlily aka Lillyanna Stone

Tiffany Salvatore

Erika Singer

Destiny Godfrey

Allison Argent

Stefan Salvatore

Madison Montgomery

Rozella Luckett

Kisa Mikaelson

Peter Hale

Amir Dubrinsky

Wynonna Earp

Billie Denbrough

Sidney Prescott

Dakota McCall

Tyler Lockwood

Karen Singer

Waverly Earp

Makayla Everdeen

King Of Hearts

Priscilla Duffy

Mekila Walker

Melody Gilbert

Aiden Lovotti

Molly Samuels

Castiel

Fawn

Precious Mclaine

Bee aka Tabbitha Carmaine

Freya Beauchamp-Dubrinsky

Naomi Grace

Nadia Zane

Bonnie Bennett

Gosalyn Sibley

Diana Meade

Luther Swann

Puck

Silvermist

Tenisha Gerard

Ally Andrews

Sarina Kenner

Maggie Greene

Emily Stanton

Stiles Stilinski

Rain Ocampo

Prudence Halliwell

Nyx

Terence

Tinkerbell

Sled

Max Evans

Norman Bates

Tate Langdon

Judith Walsh-Grimes

Toni Topaz

Jake Riley

Lorenzo St. John

Milton Greasley

Leo Wyatt

Magnus Bane

Phoebe Halliwell

Beverly Marsh-Hanscom

Xavier Dolls

Thaddius Merrick

Henry Mills

Liz Parker-Evans

Mary Sibley

Isabel Evans

Peach Salinger

Eve McCall

Ben Hanscom

Kathleen Valmont

Killian Gardiner

Scarlett Lowe

John Alden

Sabrina Spellman

Lizzie Saltzman

Lexi Branson

Jeremy Gilbert

Ambrose Spellman

Jayden Andrews

Kevin Keller

Ryder Di Angelo

Donovan

Archie Andrews

FP Jones aka Billy Loomis

Valentina Davis

Gemma Teller

Elijah Mikaelson

Camille O'Connell

Jade Taylor

Abel Duffy

Enya Walker

Mikhail Dubrinsky

Opie Winston

Betty Cooper

Hunter Johnson

Jo Harvelle

Bobby Singer

Piper Halliwell-Wyatt

Raelynn Delacruz

Marisha Belle aka Hermonie Lodge

Kara Maeve

Rafael Waithe

Dylan Massett

Remy Kenner

Emma Decody

Davina Claire

Rosetta

Vidia

Zarina

Kyra Riddick

Hope Mikaelson

Zelda Spellman

Zeke Faus

Zane Marku

Clary Fairchild

Mala Marku

Axel Duffy

Graham Humbert

Cheryl Blossom

Sonya

Erik Daniels

Lucifer Morningstar

Cole Johnson

Andy Trudeau

Phoebe Atwell

Adelaide LaRue

Ingrid Beauchamp

Jack Morton

Jackson Johnson

Isla Maddon

Lyssa Blane

Dashiel Gardiner

David Loki

Cassie Blake

Rowan Daniels

Lydia Martin

Elena Gilbert

K-Mart

Gray Mitchell

Zia Rodriguez

Maisie Lockwood

Franklin Webb

Jason Blossom

Naethan Madris

Destiny Von Shrieder

Vikirnoff Von Shrieder

Petra Von Shrieder

Augustus Waters

Tecna

Musa

Peaches 'N Cream

Anna of Arendelle

Arthur Pendragon

Margo Hanson

Garrett Skyler

Monse Finnie

Alec Lightwood

Darrius Addams

Kady Orloff-Diaz

Jacques Dubrinsky

Edith Monroe

Reggie Mantle

Bloom Peters

Alex Cunningham

Fauna Marku

Adrian Garff

Christian Dane aka Pennywise

Malachai Parker

Damon Salvatore

Penny Adiyodi

Nicole Haught

Nicholas Scratch

Jughead Jones

Echo Martorana

The Coyote (Lily)

Viktor Hargreeves

Nile Turner

Kate Ward

Hamish Duke

Oscar Diaz

Santiago Montes

Natasha Fenris

Jax teller

Jasmine Flores

Rapunzel

Allison Hargreeves

Monika Davis

Isaac

Ruby Martinez

Klaus Hargreeves

Charlotte Johnson

Ace Walker

Talia Dae

Owen Grady

Joshua Blane

Eudora Patch

Liam Dunbar

Angelus

Daenerys Targaryen

Nicholas Young

Astrid Leong Teo

Hayden Romero

Ygritte

Beca Mitchell

Benji Applebaum

Chloe Beale

Ella Frell

Robin Arryn

Amber Johnson

Nyxia Sloan

Scott McCall

Xero

Kenna Adler

Billy Clanton

Felicity Smoak

Clark Kent

Oliver Queen

Lila Pitts

Lana Lang

Jackson Kenner

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Adam Conant

Adrianna Hound

Buffy Summers

Mickey

Ursula Caan

Niklaus Mikaelson

Negan Smith

Greta Bowie

Sally Mallik

Joe Goldberg

Mackenzi Emerson aka The Mage

Dave Katz

Jon Snow

Jace Herondale

Aidan Waite

Max

Mark Knight

Isabela Madrigal

Bruno Madrigal

Antonio Madrigal

Talon Belov

Marcel Gerard

Tessa Young

Anastasia Tremaine

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Faye Chamberlain

Monica Dutton

Beth Dutton

Kayce Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Jake Armstrong

Nathan Blane

Ryker Brandt

Max Cartwright

Dominic Drake

Tate Dutton

Elizabeth Mikaelson

Ikaris

Ivan Druig

Pepa Madrigal

Luisa Madrigal

Norio Hallowgreen

Willow Rosenberg

Makkari

Sersi

Kara Danvers

Norma Bates

Mirabel Madrigal

Theodora Stark

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Rosita Espinosa

Bucky Barnes

Captain Barbossa

Jack Sparrow

Grace Andrews

Brad Cage

Derek Morgan

Luke Garroway

Kristoff

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Aquamarine

Gendry Snow Baratheon

Jaime Lannister

Talisa Stark

Abby Sciuto

Ziva David

Princess Tiana

Peik Lin Goh

Pamela Isley

Madeline Dresden

Tony Dinozzo

Hendrix Chamberlain

Caitlin Snow

Landon Kirby

Richard Riddick

Hiram Lodge

Mary Walsh

Josh Levision

Juliet Ferrars

Colin Khoo

Noah Stilinski

Leslie Tompkins

Oswald Cobblepot

Sofia Falcone

Cheshire Dresden

Sam Winchester

Ruby Winchester

Eliot Waugh

Dean Winchester

Queen Elsa

Dolores Madrigal

Alma Madrigal

Alex Romero

Flynn Rider

Rick Grimes

Elizabeth Turner

Terra Harvey

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Will Scarlet

Chibiusa Tsukino

Alyx Winston

Araminta Lee Khoo

Paul Lahote

Lilah Shameera

Letha Godfrey

Rosalie Hale

Nianna Ulflund

Annabeth Chase

Usagi Tsukino

Mimi Tachikawa

Cleo Clanton

Chris Argent

Grover

Shane Walsh

Adam Winchester

Claire Dearing

Randall Caprio

Sally Skellington

Selina Kyle

Emmett Cullen

Percy Jackson

Spike Pratt

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mallark

Pietro Maximoff

Elena Flores

Mike Mathews aka Mon El

Robb Stark

Carter

Wanda Maximoff

Camilo Madrigal

Gaston

Juniper Stanley

Bella Swan

Edward Collin

Belle

Lark

Charlie McGee

Raymond Chestnut

Vicky McGee

Andy McGee

Aladdin

Dodger

Edgar Evernever

Princess Jasmine

Scamp

John Lowe

Rita

Mira King

Chad Meeks-Martin

Ayame Uchiha

Naruto Uzumaki

Liv McKenize

Hannah Fairchild

Kayla Watts

Wes Hicks

Gale Hawthorne

Desmond Swann

Itachi Uchiha

Sakura Uchiha

Kiba Inusuka

Ramsay Cole

Primrose Everdeen

Rachel Valdez

Oliver

Audrey Jensen

Stanley

Hardin Scott

Markus Hargreeves

Ichigo momomiya

Deidara

Gaara Yuzawa

Ichigo Kurosaki

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Gwendoline Starr

Damián Scratch

Ludwig Dieter

Cressida

Toothiana

Charlie Wu

Mitsukuni Haninozuka

Jack Frost

Kiki

Shikamaru Nara

Connor Reed

Kenji Kon

Melissa Glaser

Peter Rumancek

Shelley Godfrey

Sansa Stark

Krissy Fults

Yasmina Fadoula

Brooklyn

Jacob Black

Jana Mayfield

Buttercup

Carl Grimes

Dr. Spencer Reid

Asuma Sarutobi

Alex “Lex” Carnahan

GoGo Tomago

Rei Hino

Bubbles

Nora Sergeant

Randall Boggs

Blossom

Esmeralda

Colin Zabel

Michonne

Elmo

Penelope Garcia

Dalia

Emil Fuchs

Michael Blane

Iris Ann Allen-West

Tatum Riley

Sasuke Uchiha

Eveline De Ville

Meera Reed

Allison

Lorelai

Prince Namor

Aleesha Hart

Sky

Beatrix

Teresa Mendoza

Tuxedo Mask

Wednesday Addams

Tyler Galpin

Priya Sun

Luke Morrow

Cyrus

Cassie Salazar

Nash Ershin

Paul Rovia

Alice Kingsley

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Biggs

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Jack Skellington

Erik

Princess Nuru

Tifa Lionheart

Aerith Gainsborough

Sasha Willaims

Iredessa

Angel

Oleg Yosikov

Jacob Morrow Jr.

Cass

Sofía Mendoza

Juice Ortiz

Faustino Godoy

Sammy Gutierrez

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bitletsanddrabbles · 4 years

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Things I Will Not Actually Write

....okay, so, this has been kicking around my head for a bit and I’m not going to take it any further because getting people to the Castle Beyond the Goblin City never goes well for me (although some of the goblins are wicked fun to write), but.

Here you go.

“...and the poor girl was practically a slave.”

“Like Cinderella?” Miss Sybbie asked, all wide eyes.

“Very much like, yes,” Thomas agreed. Nanny wasn’t feeling well, so Anna had agreed to put the children down for the night, after she’d seen to Lady Mary. Since that would take awhile yet, Thomas had been roped, without too much fuss, into telling them a bedtime story.

“But Cinderella had two step-sisters,” George protested. “This girl just has the baby, and he’s a boy!”

“Well, a wicked step-brother would be equal to a wicked step-sister, I should think,” Thomas reasoned. He didn’t mind the interruptions too much. He liked seeing how the children thought and the challenge of finding answers to their questions.

“But why only one?” George persisted.

“Was he ugly as well as wicked?” Johnny Bates suggested. “That would make him twice as bad.”

Thomas hesitated. He wasn’t certain he should encourage the children thinking of ugly being the same thing as wicked, in the long run. What if they took a dislike to some visiting dignitary’s face? Still, if he let them bird walk too far, he wouldn’t be able to finish the story before Anna came. “Yes, yes he was. Terribly ugly and terribly spoiled, and so you can see why the poor girl was so miserable. But,” he continued before any of them could cut in again, “What no one knew was that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love the girl, and he had granted her certain powers.” He switched to his best, sinister voice, which made Caroline hide behind her brother, but she didn’t actually fuss, so he kept going. “’Say your right words,’ the goblins said, ‘And we’ll take the baby to the goblin city and you will be free!’”

“Yay!” Sybbie cheered, a bit preemptively.

Thomas held up a finger. “But the girl knew that the goblins would keep the baby in their castle forever and ever and turn it into a goblin.”

“Well if he was spoiled and wicked and ugly, he was already a goblin!” George scoffed, not at all concerned with the fate of the fictional baby. Johnny and Sybbie nodded in agreement.

“No, he was just a terrible baby,” Thomas corrected, mostly in the interest of keeping the story going. “As a goblin, the girl knew he’d be even worse! And so she suffered in silence until one day when she was tired from a day of house work and she was hurt by the harsh words of her step-mother and she could no longer take it. She looked down at the baby and, in a fit of exhausted rage, she said - ”

“Abracadabra!” George cried, cheerfully.

“Ababada!” Caroline imitated him as best she could.

“Bibbity bobbity boo!” Sybbie chimed in. Thomas had no idea where she’d gotten that.

“I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now.”

“That’s it?” Sybbie scrunched up her face. “Those aren’t very magic words!”

Before Thomas could reply, there was a crash from the hallway that made them all jump. The noise frightened Caroline into tearing up and she started to whine. Sensing a full on wail about to start, Thomas made a quick, soothing noise. “Oh, there now, it’s probably nothing. Teo’s likely knocked something over, that’s all. Here, I’ll go have a look.”

“But the story!” Johnny protested.

“The story can wait a minute,” Thomas told him, standing. “I’ll be back in just a minute to finish it. Promise.” Putting action to word, he stepped into the hallway, letting the nursery door close behind him. Further down the hall, a vase was lying broken in the middle of the floor, which was odd, because there was no reason for a vase to be there. Frowning, Thomas walked over and examined it, then looked around for a sign of anyone. The hall was quite empty. After a moment’s deliberation, he picked up the pieces so the dog couldn’t step on them, and carried them with him back into the nursery. “Right then,” he said, stepping back through the door. “Where were -”

He stopped mid thought and looked at the rug in front of the fireplace where he’d left the small gathering of children. It was empty. Not only that, but the lights had been turned out. Frowning, he flicked the switch, but nothing happened. He looked around the shadowed room, but couldn’t see anything. “Master George? Miss Sybbie?” he asked, making his way carefully over to drop the vase shards in the dust bin. “Miss Caroline? Johnny? Are you playing hide and seek?” He tried the lights again with the same results.

In one of the beds, something moved, making a strange noise, then fell silent.

Thomas froze for a moment, then started slowly forward. “Master Geroge? Is that you?”

Off to his right, a drawer opened, then slammed shut. That was definitely not one of the girls. Thomas stopped in the middle of the room. “Alright, come out where I can see you. Come out right this minute and I won’t tell your parents about this prank.”

Something rolled into the middle of the room, then stopped and looked up at him. It was definitely not one of the children. It was small and roundish and hairy with orange eyes. It laughed at him and then rolled away.

Outside, the wind had come up.

Suddenly the room was alive with things, moving just on the edge of Thomas’s vision. One of them ran over his shoe, making him jump. He whirled, grabbing at shadows, trying to get hold of one of them, but they were never where he expected them.

Something beat at the window. Turning, he saw it was an owl.

He ignored it in favor of the thing that tried crawling up his leg, but was somehow not there when he looked down. There were noises in the shadows. The things he couldn’t quite see laughed and twittered and chirruped. “Show yourselves!”

Something climbed up the wall.

Something else moved behind the curtains.

There was a splintering sound and the window burst open, the owl flying into the room and rushing at Thomas in a flurry of wings. With a startled cry, he threw his arms up to ward the bird off. He’d never heard of owls carrying rabies, the way bats did, but he was pretty certain he didn't want it’s talons in his face.

Then the owl was gone. With it went the laughs and twitters and chirrups. Even the wind died down.

Slowly, Thomas lowered his arms.

There was a figure standing in front of the window, framed by the moonlight. It looked like a man, of sorts. The face was handsome enough, although framed by an absolutely ridiculous puff of golden hair. Really, he’d have thought it effeminate, from it’s length, but no woman he knew would suffer hair like that. Similarly, its eyes were done up like it was in some sort of theater production. There could be no denying it was male, however. It worse obscenely tight trousers.

And yet, for all of its ridiculousness, the figure definitely had a sort of otherworldly aura about it. Thomas swore he could almost hear a kind of music behind the silence.

Only one thought ran through his head: Lady Mary and Anna were going to kill him. “Oh come on!” he protested. “It was just a story!”

#downton abbey #labyrinth #crossover #ridiculous and stupid #never to be finished #just getting it out of my head #let's be honest though #this is about his luck #thomas barrow #bedtime stories #also not all bats are rabid #just putting that out there

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angel-princess-anna · 5 years

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I have many questions from this photo alone:

I don’t really get the composition with having Anna and Daisy on ladders? Really, you’re not gonna put Anna with Bates? (also I can without a doubt now confirm, Anna’s wearing the same lady’s maid evening dress she wore for most of S6)

Where’s Baxter? Imeda and that other gal more important?

Did Tiaa/Teo change dog breeds then or is that not Tiaa or I just very confused?

Why did we do this photo inside?

I had another and forgot it whoops

#note from the mod #da 2019 #da movie spoilers #film: lady bagshaw #film: lucy #film: tiaa

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eldiariodelarry · 5 years

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El Huaso, parte 17: Bryan

Por fin llegó el viernes y el Huaso estaba muy ganoso. En cada oportunidad que tenía me decía al oído lo que me haría apenas estuviéramos solos.

—Consíguete muletas por mientras —me dijo mientras esperábamos que llegara el profe de nuestra última clase, al medio día.

—Oye ya, ¿pero como tanto? —le pregunte en voz baja—, como tanto si no han pasado ni dos días desde que…

—Si pero dos días desde que tu la pusiste —argumentó—, no te la pongo de hace semanas.

—Mentira weon, la ultima vez fue la semana pasada —me reí por su descaro.

—Bueno, la wea, siento como su hubieran pasado meses. Estoy que te agarro y te llevo a la casa altiro y faltamos a esta clase culia fome —cuando terminó la frase justo apareció el profe y tuvimos que entrar a la sala.

Entramos a la clase y nos aburrimos como ostras. Estuve a punto de quedarme dormido porque había dormido poco la noche anterior porque llegué tarde a mi casa y me tuve que levantar muy temprano.

Al terminar la clase, el Huaso salió altiro de la sala, y yo lo seguí.

—¿Tu casa o la mía? —me preguntó mientras bajábamos a tomar la micro.

—La mía, aprovechando que mis papás van a viajar —le respondí.

—No po wn, la mía más cerca —me rogó.

—Sale, si dijiste que me vay a dejar pa la cagá, ni cagando ando en micro después —lo convencí con mi argumento.

Al llegar a la parada, mientras esperábamos la micro, apareció el Bryan con la Cata, ambos con los celulares en la mano.

—Tan rápido que salieron —nos comentó el Bryan—, ¿se van a divertir sin nosotros?

—Es que el Larry me pidió que lo acompañara a comprarse un polerón —inventó el Huaso—. Aparte, ¿ustedes que hacen acá? Se supone que tienen el lab a la tarde.

—Si, pero la profe mandó un correo diciendo que se cancelaba, y que lo recuperábamos la otra semana —explicó la Cata—. De hecho veníamos a decirles que con los niños pensábamos ir a ver El Conjuro.

—Así mientras hacemos hora, ustedes se van a comprar —complementó el Bryan, ajustando todos los planes. Con el Huaso quedamos sin palabras, y pasaron un par de segundos antes de que él respondiera.

—Es que ando sin plata —dijo poniendo cara de tener ganas de ir, pero no poder.

—No importa, yo te la pago, después me la pagai con una chela —ofreció el Bryan, con una sonrisa en la cara.

—Ya po, vamos —dije yo, antes de levantar más sospechas, y pude ver que el Huaso se enojó.

Esperamos que llegaran los demás y tomamos la micro. Me subí primero y me fui a la última fila de asientos, que estaba vacía, y me senté hacia la ventana de la izquierda; el Huaso venía atrás mío, pero se sentó en el asiento frente al mío, dándome la espalda; luego el Bryan, la Cata y la Claudia se sentaron en orden a mi lado, y el Victor se sentó al lado del Huaso.

—¿Les arruinamos algún plan? —me preguntó el Bryan, preocupado y en voz baja.

—No, ¿por qué? —le pregunté haciéndome el tonto.

—Porque el Huaso anda con el medio caracho po —dijo indicándome con su mentón la nuca del Huaso, que iba mirando por la ventana. El Víctor se había cansado de recibir sus respuestas monosilábicas, así que se volteó para conversar con las niñas.

—Debe ser porque no le gusta que le paguen. Es medio orgulloso —traté de convencerlo.

—Sí, debe ser eso —coincidió conmigo después de pensar un rato.

Al llegar al mall fuimos altiro a comprar las entradas, y luego fuimos al Doggis a “almorzar”.

—Mientras nosotros hacemos la fila, ustedes pueden ir a comprar lo que tenían que comprar —sugirió la Claudia.

Nosotros aceptamos la sugerencia (en realidad fui yo el que aceptó), dijimos lo que íbamos a pedir, pasamos la plata y nos fuimos. Apenas estuvimos lo suficientemente lejos para que no escucharan, le hablé.

—¿Qué te pasa?

—La preguntita —dijo con la mirada al frente, sin mirarme.

—Por lo menos dime qué les debimos haber dicho, porque yo feliz les decía “no podemos ir con ustedes porque tenemos que ir a culiar” —al escucharme decir eso se detuvo y cerró los ojos, conteniendo la ira, al saber que no teníamos otra opción.

—No sé, cualquier wea —respondió después de unos segundos, y volvió a caminar sin mirarme.

Bajamos la escalera mecánica en silencio y nos fuimos a la sección de ropa masculina. Se puso a mirar sin ganas la ropa, lo que me dio una idea. Fui a buscar un pantalón cualquiera y volví donde el Huaso.

—Igual, si querí me podí ayudar a probarme este pantalón —le dije tratando de ser lo mas obvio posible.

—¿Y pa que querí que te ayude a probar esa wea fea? — me preguntó aún enojado, al ver el pantalón de tela rojo 4 tallas más grandes que la mía.

—Pa niuna wea —le dije, un poco sobrepasado por su actitud. Me fui a devolver el pantalón (de verdad era horrible) a donde lo había sacado.

—Éste pruébate —me dijo mostrándome un jeans azul normal, pero una talla mas cercana a la mía. Aún estaba serio—. Te va a quedar bueno.

Lo agarré altiro y un par más, y antes de acercarnos a los vestidores le pasé uno de los jeans al Huaso.

—Vay a entrar conmigo a probarte este también —le dije.

—¿Y por qué querí que entre contigo? —me preguntó. Respiré hondo para evitar gritarle.

—Sígueme la corriente nomas, weon —le respondí ya superado por su lentitud, aunque con mi última palabra pareció entender el plan ya que sonrió un poco.

Al llegar a los probadores yo me encargué de la situación.

—Vamos a pasar juntos —le dije a la señora encargada, quien nos miró con una permanente cara de amargura.

—De a uno por probador —respondió ella.

—Lo que pasa es que mi hermano tiene problemas en las articulaciones de los dedos y necesita ayuda para vestirse —intervino el huaso, y yo agaché la mirada fingiendo vergüenza y escondiendo notoriamente las manos entre la ropa.

La señora se compró la excusa y nos dejó pasar juntos. Nos fuimos lento hasta el último probador y apenas cerramos la puerta, el Huaso me empujó contra el espejo y me besó con tanta pasión que pensé que pretendía dejar su lengua dentro de mi boca.

—Te gusta hacerme sufrir, weon —me dijo aún serio después del beso, mientras me desabrochaba el pantalón, y me daba vuelta.

—No, espera —me resistí. Le bajé el pantalón y el bóxer, revelando su pene completamente erecto. Me senté en el banquillo, lo acerqué a mí y lo metí en mi boca. Con rápidos movimientos intenté inducirle el mayor placer en el limitado tiempo que teníamos, aunque al escucharlo respirar con mayor fuerza, disminuí el ritmo, hasta que se relajó un poco, y luego volví al ataque con un garganta profunda, el cual agradeció presionando mi cabeza por unos segundos, evitando que yo lo soltara, mientras con mis manos apretaba sus glúteos. Al cabo de unos segundos eternos, me soltó y yo me alejé lo mas lento y sin ruido que pude.

Me levanté, me giré y él entendió de inmediato: me bajó el pantalón y el bóxer, y sin previo aviso me lo metió. Me dolió un poco, pero la calentura pudo más, y el se dejó llevar, metiéndola rápido y profundo, pero lo detuve al chocar su pelvis con mis glúteos porque el sonido nos delataría. Volvió al ataque, esta vez con movimientos más cortos, para no chocar, aunque igual de rápido. Estuvimos un par de minutos, y luego le dije que se detuviera.

—No creai que con esta te salvai —me advirtió—, o que se me pasó el enojo.

—Si se te nota que seguí enojado —le dije con sarcasmo, mientras me abrochaba el pantalón, y me acerqué a besarlo.

—Podríamos estar en tu camita ahora —se acercó a mí y me tomó de la cintura—, acostaditos, orando para que recuperes la habilidad de mover las piernas.

—Ya si igual me dejaste un poco tiritón ahora —le dije, mirándome al espejo—. Dejaste la mitad de la pega hecha.

Salimos del probador tratando de no levantar sospechas y nos fuimos sin comprar nada, obvio.

—¿Te gustó? —le pregunté mientras íbamos subiendo la escalera.

—Me encantó —me dijo sonriendo—, aunque hubiera preferido sacarte en silla de ruedas de ahí.

Llegamos al patio de comida con las manos vacías. “No le gustó niuna wea” explicó el Huaso, sin necesidad de ahondar mas, nos sentamos a comer, y todos se dieron cuenta de su cambio de ánimo.

—¿Qué onda Larry?¿le pasaste la raja que volvió tan simpático el weon? —preguntó el Victor a modo de broma. Todos se rieron (incluidos nosotros, que nos hicimos los locos), menos el Bryan, que lo noté nervioso.

Terminamos de comer y nos fuimos al cine. Con el Huaso nos sentamos al final del grupo. Nos tomamos de la mano en la seguridad de la oscuridad de la sala, y lo sentía apretar mi mano en cada escena de miedo.

Al finalizar la película, como a las 6, los niños se pusieron de acuerdo en juntarse donde la Claudia a las 10. El victor subió a pie a su casa desde el mall, y la Cata se fue directo donde la Claudia con ella, y nos quedamos los tres.

—¿Larry te vas en la 4 cierto? —me preguntó el Bryan— vámonos juntos, que tengo que ir donde mi tía a buscar unas weas.

—No, el Larry se viene conmigo —dijo altiro el Huaso—, a buscar unos apuntes que me pasó mi madrina para la prueba.

—Ah ya —dijo el Bryan, un poco incómodo—, no importa, mejor voy otro dia. Me da paja irme solo en la micro.

—Mejor pásame los apuntes el lunes —le dije al Huaso, preocupado por la actitud del Bryan.

—Ya po, el lunes entonces —respondió el Huaso, poniendo altiro cara larga y acercándose a despedirse. Le dio un abrazo al Bryan y una leve sonrisa; a mi me dio la mano y apretó mas fuerte de lo debido, dejándola dolorida. Luego me dio un abrazo—. Vamos a tener que hablar —me dijo en voz baja al oído mientras me abrazaba.

—Dale —le respondí en voz baja también.

Se fue a tomar la micro, y nosotros hicimos lo mismo. Al subir a la micro al Bryan lo llamaron por teléfono, asi que estuvo todo el viaje hablando. Yo por mi parte aproveché de whatsappear al Huaso.

—Te amo, enojón —le escribí.

—No se nota —respondió.

—Sorry, pero tenía que hacerlo, noté raro al Bryan.

—¿Raro como?

—No sé. Quizás le pasa algo. Voy a ver que onda. Aunque ha estado todo el rato hablando por teléfono.

—Ya de ahí me contai que wea. Te amo.

Al bajarme de la micro, el Bryan seguía hablando por celu, asi que le hice señas de despedida, pero se paró y se bajó conmigo. Ante mi sorpresa, termino de hablar y me dijo.

—Perdona por no pescarte, era mi hermano que tenía dramas.

—Ah —fingí empatía—. Oye ¿y tu tía vive por acá? —le pregunté, aun sorprendido porque se bajara conmigo.

—No, era mentira lo de mi tía —me dijo mirándome serio—. Lo que pasa es que quería hablar contigo, y como que no encontré otra forma de hablar a solas contigo.

—¿Qué pasó? —me empecé a poner nervioso.

—¿Te puedo preguntar algo? —la pregunta más satánica que te pueden hacer. Estuve apunto de salir corriendo, pero después de pensar unos segundos mis opciones (que no tenía), le respondí.

—Sí, dale nomas —traté de fingir tranquilidad.

Despues de un par de segundo, que parecieron minutos, con la ansiedad carcomiendome por dentro, él finalmente preguntó.

—¿Tú tení algo con el Huaso?

Siguiente Capítulo: Confesiones, Fantasmas y Sorpresas

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Mateo! “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

Introducing Mateo! Rivaini-Antivan half-elf rogue. He’s adorable, and I love him. For @dadrunkwriting, and tagging in @lyriumyue

“Look, there, on the horizon—!”

“A storm?”

“Maker preserve us.”

Mateo’s jaw fell at the sight, a sickly green flash on the horizon that swept across the clouds. “What the absolute fuck. That’s not how the sky works.”

A thud hit the deck beside him, tearing his gaze from the sky. “Yshari?” Mateo knelt down to feel for a pulse, his own quickening in his ears as he wrangled her from the floor. “Yshari, you’ve got to get up, there’s no good falling asleep here,” he muttered nervously. “Are you… are you mana-less or something? Talk to me.”

She groaned, slowly raising her hands to her temples. “Not a storm,” she gasped out. “It’s… something’s wrong, Teo, I—” Her eyes rolled back, showing their bright whites, and she went limp in his arms.

“Braska.” He looked up toward his companions. “Well, don’t just stand there, make yourselves useful!” he barked. “Get her to her cot, I’ll chat with the captain.”

“Admiral,” Keth corrected, hauling the unconscious mage over his shoulder. “And make sure to compliment her hat, it’s new.”

Mateo nodded, biting his lip as he watched his crewmates wobble away. Right. Just an ordinary talk. With the Admiral. A terrifying woman. He turned toward the quarter deck, where the Queen of the Seas was currently sunbathing.

By the Void, he hated to be the one to interrupt her.

They called it the Breach, this “inquisition,” the supposedly not-Chantry response to the newest crisis. Some people blamed the hole in the sky on the mages, accusations that made his jaw ache with tension whenever they had docked into a port town. It wasn’t until some drunkard called it payback—”for killing the male—mali—the robes at days-mood, but that was jus’ because they were heathens,” the man hiccuped with a conspiratorial nervousness—that Mateo had considered leaving his service with the Admiral.

That he had gotten them all kicked out of the piss-poor Antivan tavern for nearly breaking the man’s jaw had no bearing on the situation.

But he was out, for now. It had taken him months of saving and wheedling to buy out his contract with Admiral Isabela. She was a fair yet terrifying mistress, but she knew a decent crew when she saw them, and told him as much.

“You check it out, get a feel for… whatever is going on, and then you come back,” she ordered him as he walked down the gangplank in Amaranthine, pressing a sealed letter into his hand. “Tell Varric I sent you, if you see him, and give him this. Last I knew, he’d been taken prisoner by the Chantry, but he hasn’t sent another letter. He’d better be there.”

He smiled at the memory, the uncharacteristically soft set of her features. Proud as a demon, she was, but her crew was her family.

Mateo tossed back the dregs of his lukewarm ale and gestured to the serving girl for another, listening to the voices around him. His long hair hid his ears well enough, if he didn’t draw much attention to himself; and the muted lighting of the tavern provided a fine cover for eavesdropping.

“I heard the Herald has been moving further into Ferelden.”

“Yeah, well I heard she fights demons with her bare hands.”

“That’s so fucking stupid, Eddin, who would fight demons without a sword?”

“Well, why would the Herald of Andraste be a mage-loving knife-ear?”

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard rumors about this Herald, each seemingly more fantastical than the next, but this took the cake. Too bad it also wasn’t the first time he’d heard her called a ‘knife-ear.’ His own ears burned at the slur.

But she was a mage sympathizer—that was new information.

Mateo nursed his ale long after it grew warm before paying and making his way to the stables. There was a long way between this podunk drinking village and the Inquisition, and that hole in the sky wasn’t getting any better the longer he took to make it there.

“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm,” a voice drawled from behind him. “If you don’t want to see exactly how fast that can be, you’ll drop your daggers, kid.”

Mateo stilled, his fingers flexing unconsciously around the leather grips of his blades. “I am—was—hunting,” he said evenly. “You snuck up on me.”

“And you snuck up on an Inquisition camp. Shit. Now I’m gonna have to bring you to the Seeker and she’ll make me do paperwork, and I’m already up to my ears in reports. So,” the man said, and Mateo could hear the distinct click-scrape of metal on metal, “you’re going to try that excuse again. Seekers of Truth get a little antsy about lies, you see.”

Mateo dropped the daggers, wincing at the impact with the rock-strewn earth, and slowly raised his hands above his head, palms open and empty. “I was looking for the Inquisition,” he admitted. “I heard you have the answers.”

“To what?”

“To everything, if rumor’s to be believed. Is it true the Herald is an elf?”

“You got a problem with that?” The voice dropped, just a little, just enough to be dark and a touch threatening. Not quite enough to scare him off, that wasn’t the point, but to prod. He hoped.

Rivain and Antiva had already proven to be so much more logical than the south.

“No.” Mateo flicked his head, his hair moving to reveal gently tapered ears. “I am, too. Partly.”

A noncommittal huff sounded behind him, followed by heavy footsteps, but the man didn’t come very close, or anywhere near Mateo’s line of sight.

“Well, that’s touching, but being an elf isn’t exactly a reason to be sneaking around a camp of heavily armed, very nervous soldiers with your daggers drawn. That’s one of the surest ways I know of to a not-so-friendly game of ‘stab me.’”

“I’d rather you didn’t, if I get a choice,” Mateo said. “I heard that the Herald likes mages. What’s her stance on the war?”

He could almost hear the eye-roll that accompanied the sigh. “How about this, kid: we talk like civilized gentlemen, you don’t go for the dagger that’s probably hidden in your hair, and I won’t have Bianca shoot you?”

Mateo stilled. Did he not hear a second person? He strained his ears for any signs of this Bianca, but heard nothing over the heartbeat in his ears and the general noise of the forest around them. “That seems… fair?”

He turned, quietly, slowly, and faced the speaker. A dwarf, fair haired and complected, carrying a—

“Is that a crossbow?”

The stranger nodded to his weapon and gave it a little wave. “This? Say hello, Bianca.”

“Bianca.” Not a second person, then. Why did the name sound familiar? “I’m Mateo.”

“No last name, huh?”

“None needed on the sea.”

The dwarf snorted. “Sounds like a pirate I know,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone.

Mateo shrugged. “Can’t all be somebodies, I guess.” He lowered his hands, drawing a sharp eye from the dwarf, but no attack. “But you’re somebody, I think, aren’t you? Varric Tethras?”

That brought the crossbow a little higher. “Depends on who’s asking.” The words were strangely even and all the more threatening for it.

“You are, then. Isabela said you wouldn’t shoot me. Probably. Always room for chance.”

Varric visibly relaxed, his brow furrowed. “You’re with Rivaini? Is she here?”

Mateo shook his head. “No, but I worked on her ship for the last two years. Here,” he said, dropping his travel sack to retrieve a wrinkled envelope. “That should, hopefully, be a letter to get me in your mostly-good graces. From the Admiral herself.”

He waited with bated breath as Varric tore open the envelope, reading and rereading the letter. A soft, incredulous smile broke over his face and he pocketed the letter before gesturing to Mateo.

“Okay, kid, you’re coming with me. And pick up your daggers—you’ve been looking like you’re gonna cry since you dropped them.”

Mateo sniffed and darted to retrieve them, wiping the stray loam from the blades before sheathing them at his back. He had been, too, but he wasn’t going to let Varric have the satisfaction of knowing it.

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“Fragilità e Distacco / 70 Years Ruggero Maggi”

COMUNICATO STAMPA

SPAZIO OPHEN VIRTUAL ART GALLERY

“Fragilità e Distacco / 70 Years Ruggero Maggi”

a cura di Sandro Bongiani

Dal 29 agosto al 28 novembre 2020

Inaugurazione: sabato 29 agosto 2020, ore 18.00

S’inaugura sabato 29 agosto 2020, alle ore 18.00, la mostra collettiva internazionale a cura di Sandro Bongiani dal titolo: “Fragilità e Distacco / 70 Years Ruggero Maggi” che lo Spazio Ophen Virtual Art Gallery di Salerno dedica all’artista italiano Ruggero Maggi, uno dei più interessanti artisti contemporanei nati negli anni cinquanta. Una importante mostra collettiva internazionale in concomitanza anche della speciale ricorrenza del suo settantesimo compleanno, presentando 289 opere di 295 artisti presenti su un totale corpus grafico di ben 388 opere arrivate da ogni parte del mondo.

Ruggero Maggi inizia la sua attività di artista negli anni '70 con lavori incentrati sulla poesia visiva, sulla mail art, copy-art, laser art e olografia caratterizzati anche dall’inserimento di “estratti” di vita reale. Con il passare degli anni queste strutture “interferenti” all’interno dell’opera sono diventate sempre più evidenti, in un rapporto di intensa “osmosi”, in cui a partire dal 1989 gli arcaici elementi naturali convivono con componenti tecnologici, fino alle opere recenti dove il concetto “Artificiale /Naturale” tra ”sincronismo concettuale e emozionale” assume un ruolo predominante consegnandoci una realtà in cui l’azione umana coincide con quella morale, in un complesso intrico di rimandi e di sollecitazioni. Sandro Bongiani nella presentazione a questa rassegna scrive: “un continuo interesse verso la natura e la dimensione umana in un complesso rimando di sollecitazioni e interferenze, di sottintesi e nascosti richiami in cui l'azione coincide sinteticamente con il tempo provvisorio e oscuro dell’uomo. In questa particolare condizione, la sua ricerca marginale di confine “più vera di natura” ha saputo prendere corpo e manifestarsi in una sintesi poetica accorta che condivide le urgenze estreme della vita ed i contrasti inquieti della nostra malandata società contemporanea”.

Artisti presenti:

Christian Alle Dino Aloi Antonio Amato Lutz Anders Leslie Atkins Paola Baldassini Franco Ballabeni Calogero Barba Fabiola Barna Donatella Baruzzi Pier Roberto Bassi Umberto Basso Keith Bates Elisa Battistella Lutz Beeke Giacomo Beffa Lancillotto Bellini Milena Bellomo C. Mehrl Bennett John M. Bennett Luisa Bergamini Mariarosa Bergamini Pedro Bericat Carla Bertola Diane Bertrand Rita Bertrecchi Massimo Biagi Gabriele Bianconi Lucia Biral Manuel Xio Blanco Antonio Bobò Rovena Bocci Norbert Bockmann Kika Bohr Giovanni Bonanno Adriano Bonari Anna Boschi Rosa Bosco Maria Cecilia Bossi Marzia Braglia Hans Braumüller Rossana Bucci Joachim Buchholz Anna Maria Buonapace Viviana Buttarelli Fulgor C. Silvi Mirta Caccaro Alfonso Caccavale Glauco Lendaro Camiless Loretta Cappanera Guido Capuano Lamberto Caravita Cascadia Artpost Bruno Cassaglia Antonia Mayol Castello Gianpiero Castiglioni Renato Cerisola Bruno Chiarlone Simonetta Chierici Silvia Cibaldi Cosmo Cinisomo Circulaire132 Maria Antonietta Claretto Anna Maria Cognigni Ryosuke Cohen Mabi Col Francesco Cornello Enzo Correnti Carmela Corsitto Crackerjack Kid Maria Credidio Anna Maria Crescenzi Laura Cristin Carla Crosio Rosa Cuccurullo Crescenzio D'Ambrosio Nicolò D’Alessandro Diana Danelli Marc De Hay Ko De Jonge Mario De Leo Antonio De Marchi Teo De Palma Adolfina De Stefani Albina Dealessi Michel Della Vedova Antonio Di Michele Debora Di Bella Elena Di Felice Maura Di Giulio Fabio Di Ojuara Franco Di Pede Marcello Diotallevi Giovanna Donnarumma Mike Dyar Eart Art Mimmo Emanuele Rita Esposito Ever Arts Cinzia Farina Fernanda Fedi Gretel Fehr Domenico Ferrara Foria Ivana Ferraro Luc Fierens Giuseppe Filardi Anna Finetti Alessandra Finzi Aaron Flores Maurizio Follin Roberto Formigoni Kiki Franceschi Nicola Frangione Piet Franzen SIDAC Giglio Frigerio Ivo Galassi Daniele Galdiero Rosalie Gancie Antonella Gandini Attilia Garlaschi Claudio Gavina Ombretta Gazzola Roberta Ghisla Roberto Gianinetti Mario Giavino Ed Giecek Gino Gini Guglielmo Girolimini Lino Giussani Coco Gordon Bruno Gorgone Daniela Gorla Claudio Grandinetti Elke Grundmann Paolo Gubinelli Giovanni Gurioli _Guroga Karl Friedrich Hacher Hanrahan Peter Hide 311065 Uwe Hofig Slanye Huang Carlo Iacomucci Ibirico Gennaro Ippolito Robert James Benedetta Jandolo Janus Edition Isabel Jover Magda Lagerwerf Felipe Lamadrid Giusi Lazzari Ettore Le Donne Nadine Lenain Pascal Lenoir Alfonso Lentini Marialisa Leone Giovanni Leto Pino Lia Pierpaolo Limongelli Pietro Lista Oronzo Liuzzi Serse Luigetti Ruggero Maggi Olga Maggiora Nadia Magnabosco Mailarta MailArtMartha Loredana Manciati Antonio Mancini Antonello Mantovani Angela Marchionni Renzo Margonari Patrizio Maria Dorian Ribes Marinho Laura Marmai Max Marra Calogero Marrali Maria Grazia Martina Maribel Martinez Gianni Ettore Andrea Marussi Anna Maria Matone Anja Mattila Michelangelo Mayo Monica Mazzone Pierluigi Meda Massimo Medola Myriam M. Mercader Miche Art Universalis Monica Michelotti Virginia Milici Gabi Minedi Antoni Mirò Annalisa Mitrano Henning Mittendorf Mauro Molinari Domingo Sanz Montero Maya Lopez Muro Museuvofmailart Keiichi Nakamura Giuliana Natali Katerina Nikoltsou Aldo Nodari Pierangela Orecchia Clemente Padin Lucia Paese Franco Panella Katia Paoletti Linda Paoli Paola Pareschi Sjoerd Paridaen Enzo Patti Giuseppe Pellegrino Remy Penard Walter Pennacchi Mariella Perani Marisa Pezzoli Riccardo Pezzoli Tarcisio Pingitore Horvath Piroska Valentina Poli Veronique Pozzi Painè Nadia Presotto Daniele Principe Tiziana Priori Gina Pritti Giancarlo Pucci Fabrizio Randini Cesar Reglero Gaetano Ricci Angelo Ricciardi Isabella Rigamonti Carla Rigato Ina Ripari Costantino Rizzuti Ilaria Rizzuti Jaume Rocamora Gian Paolo Roffi Claudio Romeo Piero Ronzat Giovanni Ronzoni Lorenzo Rosselli Manuel Ruiz Ruiz Marialuisa Sabato Hikmet Sahin Piero Sani Sergio Sansevrino Antonella Sassanelli Antonio Sassu Anna Maria Saviano Roberto Scala Duccio Scheggi Peter Schubert Lars Schumacher Jörg Seifert Cesare Serafino Lucio Serafino Tiziano Serafino Domenico Severino Noriko Shimizu Maria Josè Silva – Mizè Pietro Silvestro Cecilia Solamito Luigino Solamito Alberto Sordi Cristina Sosio Lucia Spagnuolo Celina Spelta Ciro Stajano Honoria Starbuck Giovanni e Renata Strada Rod SummersVec Elisa Taiola Franco Tajariol Nello Teodori Ernesto Terlizzi Gian Paolo Terrone Elsa Testori Roberto Testori Thierry Tillier Paola Toffolon Renata Torazzo Micaela Tornaghi Horst Tress Alan Turner Stefano Turrini Mikel Untzlla Sigismund Urban Valdor Generoso Vella Silvia Venuti Ada Vera Verbena Daniele Virgilio Alberto Vitacchio Antonio Zenadocchio Rolando Zucchini.

RUGGERO MAGGI / Biografia

Dal 1973 si occupa di poesia visiva e libri d'artista (Archivio Non Solo Libri); dal 1975 di copy art e arte postale (Archivio Amazon); dal 1976 di laser art, dal 1979 di olografia, dal 1980 di X-ray art e dal 1985 di arte caotica sia come artista - con opere ed installazioni incentrate sullo studio del caos, dell’entropia e dei sistemi frattali - sia come curatore di eventi: “Caos italiano” 1998; “Caos – Caotica Arte Ordinata Scienza” 1999 – 2000; “Isole frattali” 2003, “CaoTiCa” 2004, “Attrazione frattale” 2006, “Caos e Complessità” 2009, “Caos, l’anima del caso” 2010, “Caotica.2014” Lodi e Jesi.

Tra le installazioni olografiche: “Una foresta di pietre” (Media Art Festival - Osnabrück 1988) e “Un semplice punto esclamativo” (Mostra internazionale d’Arte Olografica alla Rocca Paolina di Perugia – 1992); tra le installazioni di laser art: “Morte caotica” e “Una lunga linea silenziosa” (1993), “Il grande libro della vita” e “Il peccatore casuale” (1994), “La nascita delle idee” (1993) esposta nel 1995 al Museo d’Arte di San Paolo (BR).

Suoi lavori sono esposti al Museo di Storia Cinese di Pechino ed alla GAM di Gallarate. Ha inoltre partecipato alla 49./52./54. Biennale di Venezia ed alla 16. Biennale d’arte contemporanea di San Paolo nel 1980.

2006 realizza “Underwood” installazione site-specific per la Galleria d’Arte Moderna di Gallarate.

2007 presenta come curatore il progetto dedicato a Pierre Restany “Camera 312 – promemoria per Pierre” alla 52. Biennale di Venezia.

2008 presenta come curatore il progetto “Profondità 45 – Michelangelo al lavoro” sul rapporto Arte -Tecnologia. Nel 2008 a Villa Glisenti (BS) ed all’Art Centre della Silpakorn University di Bangkok, per un simposio artistico italo-thailandese dedicato alle problematiche del riscaldamento globale, realizza l’installazione “Ecce ovo”.

2009 cura l’installazione site-specific collettiva “Prima o poi ogni muro cade” all’interno di PLAZA: OLTRE IL LIMITE 1989-2009 XX Anniversario della caduta del Muro di Berlino in Galleria del Corso a Milano; evento successivamente presentato a Villa Pomini a Castellanza (VA) e Spazio Luparia a Stresa.

2010 “GenerAction – un promemoria per le generazioni” progetto di Mail Post.it Art presso la Galleria di Arti Visive dell’Università del Melo - Gallarate.

2011/2013/2015/2017 presenta a Venezia con il Patrocinio del Comune di Venezia Padiglione Tibet, progetto presentato successivamente alla Biennale di Venezia, al Museo Diotti di Casalmaggiore (CR), palazzo Ducale di Genova e presso la Biblioteca Laudense di Lodi.

2014 PadiglioneTibet partecipa alla Bienal del Fin del Mundo in Argentina.

2016 “TERRA/materiaprima” progetto di Mail Art presso la Galleria di Arti Visive dell’Università del Melo – Gallarate.

2016 presenta Padiglione Tibet al Castello Visconteo di Pavia.

2017 presenta la 1 Biennale Internazionale di Mail Art a Venezia – Palazzo Zenobio

2018 Padiglione Tibet partecipa alla Vogalonga (Venezia)

2018 installazione “Erosioni in pinzimonio” - Poetry and Pottery Un’inedita avventura fra ceramica e poesia visiva - CAMeC centro arte moderna e contemporanea La Spezia

2018 installazione CaraPace - Museo Tecnico Navale - La Spezia

2019 “Onda Sonora” libro collettivo – V Biennale del Libro d'artista - Napoli

2019 ARTNIGHT Venezia – Padiglione Tibet - videoproiezione 2011.2019. Storia di un padiglione per un paese che non c'è - Magazzini del Sale, Reale Società Canottieri Bucintoro

2019 riceve il Premio alla carriera - PREMIO ARTE IN ARTI E MESTIERI 2019 – XIX EDIZIONE - Fondazione Scuola Arti e Mestieri "F. Bertazzoni" - Suzzara (MN)

2020 “#GlobalViralEmergency / Fate Presto” L’arte tra scienza, natura e tecnologia - Spazio Ophen Virtual Art Gallery – Salerno

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