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"Ma è nella natura delle stelle essere avverse"

Colpa delle stelle | John Green

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Condimeteo avverse: si fermano aliscafi e alcuni traghetti

Condimeteo avverse: si fermano aliscafi e alcuni traghetti

L’allerta meteo per criticità idrogeologica diramata ieri lo aveva previsto: dalle 8 di questa mattina fino alle 8 di domattina, le condizioni meteo saranno sfavorevoli ed in peggioramento.

Dopo aver effettuato le prime corse della giornata, le compagnie di navigazione hanno sospeso i collegamenti veloci.

A fermarsi, poi, sono anche alcuni traghetti Medmar: sono state sospese varie corse sia per…

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Condimeteo avverse: collegamenti veloci off

Condimeteo avverse: collegamenti veloci off

Non si attenua l’ondata di maltempo che sta colpendo la nostra isola. Come preannunciato dalla protezione civile, la criticità continua e Ischia é in questo sabato, ancora isolata.

Ad essere partite sono state le prime corse Medmar, ma stando a quanto riporta il sito ufficiale, molte corse sono state cancellate.

Anche per la caremr sono state cancellate le corse veloci.

Alilauro é ferma nei…

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[starnightclara]

Se queste stelle ci sono avverse,allora voglio cambiare cielo.

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Patuelli (Abi): norme avverse sulle banche non aiutano l'economia

Patuelli (Abi): norme avverse sulle banche non aiutano l’economia

“NORMATIVE AVVERSE” - Le banche chiedono al governo un “forte ripensamento” delle “normative avverse” e delle imposizioni fiscali perché, altrimenti, le ricadute sul sistema economico sarebbero pesanti. Tanto più dal momento che l’Italia sta vivendo “una debole ripresa”. Questo, secondo varie agenzie di stampa, il principale messaggio arrivato dal presidente dell’Abi, Antonio Patuelli,…

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The complete AV!verse, complete with beautiful art from sillygleekt. This is a repost for a new hosting site (I've been getting a lot of requests this week - anybody know if this got linked or recced somewhere?) but if you love what she did here (I did, I love it so much) you really should go let her know!

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Teenage Dream headcanon

OK, so weeks ago I did that head canon meme that was going around, and aubreyli asked for head canon for Teenage Dream. So I wrote it up and Lucie looked over it and I went ahead and posted it, and then I had the MOST crippling panic of insecurity over it and took it down. Sometimes I am neurotic, what can I say.

And then tonight I felt like an asshole for not letting Aubrey see it, at least, and so I emailed it to her and she said it was fine, so here it is. 

The question was something like, "Where did Kurt get the idea for what happened in Teenage Dream?" The actual question is lost to my inbox.

The glib answer is ‘porn’. And that’s at least partially true. He won’t stream now, not in his dad’s house, just no, but he has his laptop with him and he’s come a long way and needs must. The morning after they finally set the date, after the call with Mallory, Blaine had packed a small bag and headed home to spend Christmas with his parents – “the last one we’ll ever spend apart,” he’d said, kissing the ring on Kurt’s right hand – and so the days around Christmas had been lonelier than usual. One of his tried and trues is a scene from a Dead Poets Society porn ripoff, because if he can cue it up to right after the bottom gasps out “Fuck me, my captain” then there’s a great few minutes of pretty typical bear-fucks-twink that for some reason just works for him. Well. He thinks he knows part of the reason, because the top is hairy and dense but also compact and lean, and he’s toppy but not in a way that suggests he’s, like, toppy. So, yes: porn is inspirational. The soulful answer has more to do with what it’s like to be home and ready to get married. It’s been full-on “Kurt Hummel, This Is Your Life” from the time the plane set down, because he’d only been able to wait a day before he slid that envelope across the table but really he’d been waiting for months. So when his dad picked them up from the airport and started the drive toward home, Kurt had held Blaine’s hand and stared out the window and thought, “If everything goes well, the next time I see this we’ll be married.” He’s been in and out of this airport so many times over the last 6 years that he thinks he could drive it in his sleep, but right then the familiar landmarks were tiny breadcrumbs of a trail back to the person he used to be. That’s the Wendy’s where they had to stop before Nationals the first time, because Rachel was freaking out and was sure she was going to throw up; he smiles at the corner by the lamppost, where they had all stood in a knot in the parking lot, blocking way too many parking spots and half-listening to Santana bitch about drama queens. There’s the tiny, lonely Enterprise rental car, where he’d had to rent a car when they all thought his dad had had another heart attack and he’d flown in alone, late at night, out of his mind with worry and the pounding drive toward home-home-home. And that’s the world’s saddest Red Roof Inn, where he and Blaine had spent a decidedly not sad early afternoon right before his junior year of college, when Kurt had told his dad he’d moved his flight up to the morning and not to worry, Blaine would take him to the airport, and they’d gotten the hell out of Lima just a few hours earlier. He glances at Blaine when they pass the hotel and looks at his profile for just a second, at the way he smiles when he leans forward to talk to Carole, and he thinks about this man who can be so charming and easy in public but can also fuck him into the mattress, his eyes burning dark down at Kurt as he hisses out, “yeah, just like that, take it.” It was just a simple drive home from Dayton, something he’d done what feels like 100 times, but everything looked so different this time, and it set the tone for one hell of a nostalgia trip. This is the trip home where everything changes, at least a little bit, so that’s definitely part of it. And the truest answer is: he got the idea from Blaine. He hasn’t told Blaine yet – he will, one day, but he already gave too much away when he told Blaine about that hands-on-face thing, and he’s holding on to this one a little bit longer – but Kurt is convinced that he and Blaine are stuck in one giant feedback loop of want. He explained this once to his friend Leah and it had made such perfect, crystalline sense at the time (he still has mixed feelings about too much alcohol but weed is wonderful) and although a lot of the details of that conversation are lost to time and very fuzzy memory, he still thinks it’s true. It works something like this: He loves Blaine – that’s at the center of everything. And Blaine is an interesting and complicated person – Kurt still can’t figure him out all the time, although he certainly has fun trying – and at the center of him is all this contradiction. Blaine likes to be the center of attention, but he doesn’t like people talking about him when he isn’t there. He’s sentimental and romantic, but not always in ways that make any sense to the average person. He’s deeply sexual, but sometimes still a little afraid of it. And Blaine is, in a lot of ways, still the boy he was at Dalton. Kurt isn’t particularly given to meditating on Blaine, not in quite the same way that Blaine will think about him. He’s a bone-deep romantic, but he’s driven and practical and he just doesn’t have a lot of time to sit around thinking about something that works so well, not when there are always a million crises to be managed. His dad used to say about old cars that sometimes it was just the rust holding them together, and what he meant was that when something is working, you don’t mess with it – you leave it alone. But in the last year or so he’s thought a lot about a simple conversation they had on the day they’d moved in together, about Blaine sweet-talking his way into their apartment and hissing at him, “just wear the fucking uniform, already”.  There was a lot about it that he found intriguing – the low hiss of it, the swearing right before another grand performance of Friendly Blaine, the way his mild irritation at being managed passed so damn easily into trust in the person managing him. And the thing he liked the most, the thing that appealed to his sense of romance and constancy and loyalty was the way that it evoked something that has been over for so long that it just really shouldn’t matter at all. That was years ago now, in a different life altogether, and there is no reason that that sentence, hissed out of context, should have meant anything to him at all. But it did, instantly, and that is the most romantic thing Kurt could imagine, really. They’ve been through so much, changed and grown in ways that the kid who considered this place home never could have imagined. And he’s not alone in that – Blaine has changed, too, of course he has. But he’s still Blaine, still the slightly clueless but eternally earnest boy who saw the uniform as a gift instead of a curse, and that constancy, that stretched-but-never-completely-broken line between them is… it’s powerful to Kurt. It means home, and safety, and the kid-he-was wished for the-man-Blaine-is, but had never had any real hope that he might come for him. And look at where he is now. So that night, yes. The porn was inspirational, and the nostalgia made it acceptable. But Blaine, and who he was and is, and everything he makes safe for Kurt? That made it necessary. The sex was just a bonus. Thank god for porn.

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Time stamp meme fill - AV!verse prompts

I'm lazy, and consolidating prompts. Just a snippet, just a few hundred words. Apparently there's some football game happening tonight or something?

catastrophyofmypersonality asked for : The Christmas-New Years period before they get married in the AV!verse or alternatively a day or two after they get married (not going to lie, I'm a huge sucker for Hudmel fic haha)

and laralaralara just wanted some more Mallory.

When he calls her and asks her if she can be there early on January 2nd, she pauses for just a minute and his heart clenches in his chest. He hasn’t told her what for, and he grins at Kurt while he waits for her to ask, but when the silence grows he can feel the grin sliding from his face. 

“Mal?” he says, down the quiet line, and then she’s giggling.

“Oh my god. Yes, of course I can be there, Anderson. Is Kurt there?”

Blaine frowns at Kurt, and then holds the phone out to him. “She wants to talk to you.”

Kurt turns from the full-length mirror and raises a brow, and then reaches out to take the phone. “Yes, Miss Graham. How can I help you today?” His voice is crisp, playfully stern, and Blaine’s grin starts to grow again, because Kurt is staring right at him, one brow still up with a devilish look in his eye.

“Of course I got him. You passed him on to me years ago, as you might remember.” Kurt pauses, and then smiles, reaching out to brush a hand over Blaine’s damp hair. “No, yes, of course. No, I didn’t tell him. And he was so excited about telling you, too. Bad form, Graham.”

The penny drops, and Blaine rolls his eyes a little and leans forward, saying loudly. “Okay, I see how it is, then. I’m going to get more coffee, and when I come back I expect to be able to tell my best friend some very exciting news.”

“No, don’t – oh, Mallory, he’s pouting now,” he hears Kurt say as he starts down the stairs, and he rolls his eyes one more time, just for his own sake.

Carole and Burt are still in the kitchen when Blaine shuffles through the doorway. He rescues his mug just before Burt grabs it for the dishwasher and pours himself a cup before sinking into one of the chairs with a sigh.

Carole looks up from where she’s working over some kind of complicated list on a legal pad, and thumps her pen against the paper while she looks at him. He just stares back, holding eye contact with her, until she tilts her head and says, “Everything okay?”

He shoves the sugar bowl back into the center of the table and smiles at her. “Yeah, it’s fine.” He stirs his coffee for another second and then says, “I called Mallory to let her know about the wedding,” and he feels himself smiling as he says the word, he still can’t help it, irritated as he is, “and she didn’t even let me tell her about it before she asked to talk to Kurt.”

Carole darts a glance behind him, over toward the sink, and Blaine keeps watching her. “How long have you known that Kurt was waiting to get married here?”

She pulls a face then, and he feels a big, damp hand clap him on the shoulder. He turns around and looks up into Burt Hummel’s kind, sympathetic face, made even more homey by the dishtowel tossed over his shoulder, and Burt smiles down at him before he moves around the kitchen table and takes the chair between Blaine and Carole.

Burt’s face is serious except for a tiny little rueful smile on his face. “Even before I was completely sure that Kurt was going to be marrying a man, I knew that his wedding was going to be a big deal. The kid had wedding scrapbooks when he was seven – and that means more than one. So when he called in March and asked Carole if she would be his Lima wedding coordinator, I figured that meant a stream of flowers and cakes and, I don’t know – harpists or something in and out of our living room.”

Blaine watches him shake his head and finish drying his hands on the towel. “What I got instead was your best friend Mallory and Leroy Berry taking over our dining room table with laptops and file folders, making phone calls and brewing coffee and comparing vote records at 10:30 on a Wednesday night, because Mal has a late shift on Thursday and she could crash in the guest room here and drive back in the morning. So, yes. It was hard not saying anything, but we all knew about this months before you did. Me, Carole, Finn, and definitely Mallory. She’s a nice girl, by the way – a real spitfire. Real set of lungs on that one, and she’s not afraid to use them.”

Blaine just smiles down at the table and tinkers with his spoon. Suddenly he can’t wait to see the two of them together; he wants to watch Burt smile at her, watch her try to argue with him.

“He’s just… god, he’s such a control freak sometimes.”

“I know,” Burt says with a resigned nod.

“But it’s really kind of sweet.”

“I know,” Burt says, his voice softer.

Kurt calls down from his bedroom. “Blaine? Mal’s ready for you now.” He returns Burt’s clap on the shoulder and heads for the stairs, taking his mug with him.

Kurt’s perched on the edge of the bed, holding Blaine’s phone out to him with a smile and a shrug.

“Hey, Mal,” he says.

“So listen up, you big baby. Kurt and I have been working on getting this right for months, and the reason I wanted to talk to him right away was because I was dying to hear all about the look on your face when you finally set the date.”

“And what did he say?” he asks, watching Kurt toss a smile over his shoulder as he walks back into the bathroom.

“He said you looked like you wanted to cry, and then like every single one of your dreams came true all at once. But, between us, I know both of you and that sounds to me like the usual Kurt Hummel dramatic interpretation bullshit, so. Want to tell me how it really happened?”

He stares at the bathroom door and sets his mug on the nightstand before he falls back onto Kurt’s bed to stare at the ceiling. He closes his eyes and imagines them back in Mal’s old bed, back in Evanston, the night before they both left for good. He cradles the phone against his cheek and he smiles and he says, “Okay. So, last night after dinner, we went out for coffee….”