#neaples

[tuseiunicoalmondo]

La mia terra ✨

[paroleedintorni]

Napoli, sei meravigliosa! ❤️

[10i4h]

Enjoy some Ineffable XXXMAS Naughty & Nice historical bit!

Today's entry is a Nice one! We jump back in Time and Space - no TARDIS has been harmed during the writing of this fic, we promise!

A Real Christmas Miracle

Rating: G

CW/TW: None

Summary:

Italy, fascinating country, full of history and romance. Aziraphale and Crowley are enjoying some Christmas shopping time and recall memories - and some old acquaintances - from their past.

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@goodomensafterdark

[nicotinzwei]

September

Place

I went to Neaples because of Robbie McIntosh the photographer I talked about on here last May and it was even better than in the pictures. I love the combination of the gaudiest churches, graffiti everywhere, football merch everywhere and murals of lost family members. The city really belongs to the people. Also the beach. Tbh maybe my favorite city I have been in so far.

Art

I ordered a print by Anthony Hurd for my boyfriend and put it up on his wall while he was at work. I had to sneak past the houeskeeper and her dog because she likes to talk and I wanted it to be a surprise. Very sneaky.

Movie

My friend and I started watching Twilight again for fall… and I have to admit especially the first one is really good. The second one is pretty bad in comparison so much so that I'm surprised the series got that popular. Thirt one pretty good again, finally werewolves. Weird that theyre such a big part of the cultural canon and they only appear so late. Gonna see the last two soon. Also after every movie we watch the coinciding Hillywood Show Parody. Best way to consume them. Recommend it.

Show

I started watching Gilmore Girls. I do like it but tbh the characters annoy me so much especially Lorelei. But I feel like it's really well written and I just like the mood of it. But it also makes me sad.

[sy666th]

Dear Tobias...I really like your love for italian music, food and culture.

I have to tell: Funiculì Funiculà in the film of a metal band is a surprise....

Oh, sure, someone tells Ghost is not a Metal band...boh, people talks...

Too bad I've not seen around the clip from RHRN, but no, probs...

[lunegrimm]

[2021] Illumination commission with the historic background of King Robert of Naples's endeavors to take control over the city of Florence in the 14th century for Hakon_AD on twitter

[sslytherin]

the ratio, the dialect, the wording.. this has to be one of the funniest things i’ve ever seen

[edit with translation]

Le Parisienne: The anti-drugs test for the lead singer of the Eurovision italian band results negative.

French person in the first tweet: Was the test done in Naples? [Naples has a reputation of corruption and bad government]

Italian person in the second tweet: The test was done in your fart jumping mother’s pussy [chella grande zompapereta e mammt is a neapolitan expression that’s pretty hard to translate lol i tried]

[coffee-guy]

I was born in the wrong place.

I have always thought that Naples is a feeling. Italian writer Luciano De Crescenzo also said that being Neapolitan is a condition of the human soul. I find it in the restlessness of my days. In a natural propensity for drama. In the only way I love, which is too much in words to even say. It does not have a single term. It is 'assai', when it grips the guts and snatches the air.

I find myself Neapolitan in a sharp jealousy towards life and its baroque carriage or because I still believe in miracles. When I hope for a good day to drag me out of the bed in the morning. Or when I hear the noise of my feet as I jump down the stairs of the buildings, because I don't know how to lean softly on things. I feel Neaples when I seal my italian moka pot with simple and unconscious precision, and condemn it to the fire, to grumble until it dies. When I think about tomorrow the day after tomorrow and, at times, I shuffle the cards on the table and I also pretend to be a 'Janara'. I am pleased to look into other people's homes and I need to spy on their future as well. If it's too bad, nobody believes it, not even me. Yet I repeat spells in some corners of the city. I surrender to beliefs and rituals, including pizza on Saturday night. I can keep my eyes on me.

If only I could be a mythological creature, I would like to have been born from the lava and the foam of the waves, when Parthenope cast herself into the sea and drowned as her song failed to entice Odysseus. When nobody was there to say 'Futtetenne {fuck it}. Plenty of fish in the sea'. When I look at the Vesuvius volcano, I can understand him so well: choosing wisely to rest up there, but still keeping active, and secretly macerating elsewhere. I feel his lava bubbling in my veins. Sooner or later that lava will gush out from the cracks of the person I broke.

This is the deep bond between us, a pact of brotherhood and incandescent love: we both are fitting our place, rumbling in silence. We both are vigilant for ourselves and for the other, waiting to burst relentlessly at the first sign. When the moment is right. From time to time, we exchange the substance of our secrets and they are so fluid and warm that I can't hold back a flow of tears. They burn me so hard.