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Alla Prima- Chapter 2

Prologue  Chapter 1

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“So, wait, what time are we going to dinner?”

           “4:30, Marsali said.”

           “Are we planning on getting a senior citizen’s discount?”

           “She said she wanted to give us plenty of time afterward to get ‘piss drunk.’ Her words.” The phrase ‘piss drunk’ sounded wrong coming out of Mary’s sweet, teacher voice.

           Claire cringed. She was not so young as she used to be, and being ‘piss drunk’ did not entice her as it once did.

           “Ugh. All right. Come to my place at 4. We’ll ride together.”

           “Okay. I’ve got to go. Got to pick up the small children from lunch. See you, Claire!”

           “Bye, Mary!”

           Claire hung up the phone with a sigh. She was not particularly thrilled with the evening’s planned activities. But, she felt it her duty as friend of the bride and cousin of the groom to make an appearance at all wedding events, including this bachelorette party. Even if her wallet didn’t agree.

           She gazed out into the empty lecture hall. Vacant seats echoing the beating of her heart. Was she so lonely that this sight should sadden her?

           It was more than that, she knew. Visions of red curls filled her mind, paint stained hands dancing across a page, dancing across her body…

           She wouldn’t get to see him today. Her artist.

           Had this stranger become so integral to her happiness?

           She was afraid of the answer.


           Whiskey. Her eyes. They were whiskey. Amber. Resin. Her hair the bark, her eyes the liquid amber that flowed out of it.

           He swirled his own a liquid amber, contemplating colors. Brown and yellow definitely. Maybe some orange? Not too much, though…

           “What’s wrong, Jamie?” He was surprised to see that his brother had crept up behind him. “Yer staring at that glass like its telling ye secrets.”

           Jamie couldn’t tell him the truth: that he was fantasizing about some woman in the park. He would never live that one down.

           “Ach, just tired. I woke up early. To paint, ye ken? The lighting— “

           “I gotcha.” Willie was as thrilled about the mechanics of painting as Jamie was about the hardware of a computer. “I invited a couple lads. Just Rupert, and Angus, and Ian, if Jenny’ll let him.” The mention of their sister brought a smile to Jamie’s face. They were thick as thieves growing up, and he missed her greatly. But she and her husband Ian had been expanding their family rapidly, which kept her busy. He usually only saw her once a week, for Sunday dinner.

           “Weel, Rupert will sure bring the good times.” Jamie glanced around the pub, The Usual Place. It was the Fraser men’s favorite, and was unusually quiet fir a Friday night, save for a few straggling drunks and a small group of women tucked in a dark corner.

           “Aye, they should be here anytime. I told them 8:30…” Willie craned his neck, scanning the large room for their friends.

           “Dinna fash. When Rupert and Angus show up, we’ll ken it.”


Claire pulled at the hem of her dress, trying to stretch it. It was an older dress, worn during the wild days of cheap liquor and strangers’ lips. Since then, her hips had rounded considerably, and it felt like her arse was showing with each step.

           “Where are we going, exactly?” Claire wondered to the bride-to-be. Marsali flipped her corn-silk hair, and turned around.

           “It’s called The Usual Place. It’s nothing special, just a regular pub. But the drinks are cheap, so we can get in the right state o’ mind for the rest of the night!” She twirled, her silver dress sparkling under the florescent street lamps.

           “Weel, I hope we get there soon! My heels keep getting stuck in the grates…” Geillis bellowed from behind, waddling as if she were in quicksand. “I dinna ken why we couldna get a cab…”          

           “We’re here!” Marsali led her ladies-Claire, Joan, Mary, Geillis, and Louise-into the dim pub.


Jamie heard them before he saw them. Always one to make an entrance, Rupert flung open the doors with a mighty bellow.

           “FRASERS!” He sauntered to them with the cockiness of a man that knew he was the biggest in the room. Which he probably was. Behind him trailed two smaller men- Ian and Angus. “We hear ye’ve pleased another man today.”

           “Why does everything that comes out of yer mouth sound filthy?” Jamie asked as Rupert clapped a paw on his shoulder

           “Dinna ken. Ye’ve got a filthy mind, probably.” He winked.

           “How will we be celebrating tonight?” Angus asked, scratching his scraggly beard with a look of false contemplation. “Shots?”

           “Nay!” Ian spoke up. “Ye’ll ken what happened last time…”

           “It’s no out fault ye canna hold yer drink,” Rupert teased.

           “Yer company is celebration enough, lads,” Willie appeased, placing a hand on both their shoulders.

           “Speak fer yerself,” Jamie muttered and waved the bartender over. He tried not to see her eyes in the bottom of his glass.


The pub grew steadily louder, and Claire found it more and more difficult to concentrate of her friends’ conversation. A mixture of the noise and alcohol.

           “And, when are we going to see ze dancers?” Louise’s question caught Claire off guard.

           “Marsali, you didn’t…”

           “I only plan on getting marrit once. I’m doing my bachelorette party right.” She giggled, disarmingly sweet compared to the plans she had. “We should leave soon, though. So we can get a good seat.” The twinkle in her eye made Claire shake her head in mock disgust.

           Much to Claire’s surprise, she was having fun. Not what she would have normally done on a Friday, she was glad to be out with these women. Her friends.

           As they filed out, Claire saw a flash of red by the bar. A trick of the light, probably.


Jamie knew he was drunk. Was he hallucinating? He saw his stranger, wild hair trailing behind her as she walked out of the door. Perhaps he should call it a night.

anonymous asked:

Wow, ei la prima italiana che trovo nel fandom, una vera mosca bianca! È davvero confortante sapere che non sono l'unica in questo paese. Comunque sei davvero bravissima, i tuoi disegni mi piacciono un sacco! Se ti va, perché non provi a fare Fantine e Jean Valjean nel #53?

Oddio altri italianiii!!!! cominciamo a diventare un piccolo sciame di mosche bianche <3§
grazie davvero per i complimenti e per aver chiesto <3

Here they are!! 
This came out kind of sappy and sad? I really hope you’ll like it anyways
Thank you again for requesting <3

Forse noi due ci cercavamo molto più di quanto noi stessi pensassimo.

E così abbiamo finito per prendere la strada più lunga e più contorta. Forse io non avrei dovuto fare quello che ho fatto.

Ma non ho potuto farne a meno. E volevo dirti che la sensazione di intimità e tenerezza che ho provato per te, è stata un’emozione che non avevo mai sentito prima nella mia vita.

Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murakami

anonymous asked:

Cosa pensi del tradimento?

Che sia imperdonabile, puoi amare una persona quanto vuoi ma se ti tradisce non ce la farai mai a vederla di nuovo come prima, puoi autoconvincerti di si, che la colpa non sia sua ma della persona con cui ti ha tradito ma credetemi non è mai così, magari vi dirà “non volevo” “è stato un errore” ma sappiate che prima del tradimento c'è sempre una frequentazione, perché credetemi non è mai solo una scopata o un bacio, nell'altra persona chi ti tradisce ha trovato qualcosa che in te non ha trovato, e una persona che fa una cosa del genere può mai meritare il vostro amore?

[ARTICOLO] I BTS hanno terminato con successo il loro tour in Sud America in Cile e Brasile… 44000 fan hanno cantato insieme a loro.

“I BTS hanno aperto e concluso con successo il loro “WINGS World Tour” in Sud America.

L’11 e il 12 Marzo i BTS hanno tenuto il “2017 BTS LIVE TRILOGY EPISODE III THE WINGS TOUR” alla Movistar Arena di Santiago in Cile e il 19 e il 20 alla Citibank Hall di São Paulo in Brasile. Hanno incontrato più di 44000 fan nei luoghi del concerto.

I loro fan sudamericani erano entusiasti ancora prima dell’inizio del concerto. Centinaia di fan hanno dato il benvenuto ai BTS negli aeroporti di Cile e Brasile, causando un sovraffollamento. Un notiziario cileno (CHV) ha persino fatto una live che mostrava l’arrivo dei BTS all’aeroporto.

I BTS si sono esibiti con entusiasmo per il loro pubblico. Lo show è iniziato con “Not Today”, poi ci sono state esibizioni singole dei membri, medley delle canzoni più famose e esibizioni di sub unit che hanno fatto esultare con grande energia i fan sudamericani. I fan hanno cantato insieme a loro sia le parti rap che le parti cantate durante l’intero show come se stessero ripagando le intense esibizioni dei membri, creando così un fantastico spettacolo.

I BTS hanno detto “voi siete le nostre ali e possiamo volare grazie a voi. Pensiamo che stare insieme significa condividere un grande numero di storie. Speriamo di poter continuare a condividere più episodi, risate, lacrime e di poter continuare a camminare insieme agli ARMY di tutto il mondo.”

Nel frattempo i BTS continueranno il loro tour negli US fino a inizio aprile, toccando le città di Newark, Chicago e Anaheim.”

Traduzione a cura di Bangtan Italian Channel Subs (©ChiaraC) | Trans ©Peachisoda e ©bangtanitl

10

Il 21 Marzo  i Siciliani ricordano le persone uccise dalla mafia.

Ventu di mazzu chi cauddu arrivi
comu u surrisu i cu sinn’ iu
potta a tutti nui chi semu vivi
u ricoddu i cu di mafia muriu

Ventu di mazzu, si ciatu di Diu
ricodda unu a unu a genti
chi prima du so tempu pattiu
mazzata i cu amuri nun senti

i cu vivi i sangu e tradimenti
i cu si pensa unicu patruni
chi spara, arubba e mai si penti
manu di sangu chini di miliuni

Ventu chi potti leviti e simenza
dacci semi di sennu e d’amuri
leva stu cancru st’ amara prisenza
suggenti di lacrimi e duluri.

Pottani u curaggiu di canciari
pottani giustizia sempri chiù rara
leva i mitra dacci i travagghiari
sciuga i lacrimi i sta terra amara

Veni primavera canciani sotti
giustizia, paci, travagghiu rivati
fati finire sta nostra etenna notti
fatta i sangu e lingue ncatinati

Veni primavera cu stu gran ventu
sciugani i lacrimi pi cu muriu
puru s’ommai ne vidu e ne sentu
pi mia a so vita mai mi finiu.

On March 21 the Sicilians remember those killed by the Mafia.

Wind March that warm is arriving like the smile of someone who has gone, bring to all of us who is alive, the memory of those who died for the Mafia.

Wind of March, breath of God, who reminds one by one who was gone before the right time, killed by those who do not feel love,

and live on blood and betrayal, of those who think themselves as the only master, shooting, steals and never waver: hand with blood and filled with millions.

Wind leading yeasts and seeds, bring the seeds of wisdom and love, leverage this cancer, this bitter presence, the source of tears and sorrows.

Bring us the courage to change, bring us the justice that here is rare, lever machine guns, bring the work dries the tears of this bitter earth.

Come spring, changing our destiny, came justice, peace, work, do finish this our eternal night made of blood and chained mouths.

Come spring with this wind, dry the tears for those who died, although I do not see them or hear them, for me their life is never over.

Pictures by LETIZIA BATTAGLIA

Continua la rassegna Arte di Pesca (ho deciso così) ed ecco qua un unicorno risalente alla prima media.
Sono stati utilizzati pastelli ad olio e la punta di una squadretta per l'incisione.

Tosto che ne la vista mi percosse
l'alta virtù che già m'avea trafitto
prima ch'io fuor di puerizia fosse,
volsimi a la sinistra col respitto
col quale il fantolin corre a la mamma
quando ha paura o quando elli è afflitto, 
per dicere a Virgilio: “Men che dramma
di sangue m'è rimaso che non tremi:
conosco i segni de l'antica fiamma”.
—  Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, XXX (Apparizione di Beatrice)

Solo quando ti toccano le mani giuste senti tutta la bellezza del tuo corpo.

The most relatable Yurio moment was when he ignored his coach orders and ate the tasty grandpa food

ALSO PLEASE LOOK THAT THE PIROHKIS IS A “PORK CUTLET PIROZKIS,” PLEASE SOMEONE HOLD ME YURIO”S GRANDPA LITERALLY  MADE HIS SIGNATURE  DISH WITH A PORK CUTLET THEAME CAUSE HIS GRANDSON SAID IT WAS GOOD

HOLD MEEEEEE