libralibrarian:

“You’re real,” he whispered. I had thought him pale already. Now all vestiges of color drained from his face. His eyes rolled up and he slumped to the the floor in a shower of papers and oddments that had been sitting on the press-he fell rather gracefully for such a large man, I thought abstractedly. – Voyager

a list of info about italian tv shows that no one asked for*

lauranoncrede:

*main reference being network shows

  • they’re expensive but lucrative. tptb invest way more on tv shows (here called “fictions”) than on movies, but they’re never disappointed. especially if they’re period dramas, they’ll look lavish and rarely flop.
  • they’re averagely bad. conceived for audiences that are either uneducated or presumed to be so, they usually feature cringe-worthy plots and dialogue. when they happen to be good, the press will go in shock and never recover.
  • they take forever to be made. you liked your show? if you’re lucky you’ll see it again in two years and you probably won’t know it until its production kicks. i’m not sure why it can take that long, but it probably has to do with bureaucracy and negotiations with the cast
  • they also last forever. if they do well, nothing will stop them. the protagonist wants out? they’ll do a next generation. recasting needed? sure. but that character was the doctor mentioned in the title?? they’ll get another doctor, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down……..
  • their main theme is always the same. “fictions” usually centre around families (the bigger, the better), doctors, priests/nuns and mysteries or families of doctors and priests/nuns involved in mysteries. berlusconi-owned canale 5 sometimes varies with harlequin-style pseudo-crime stories where ridiculously handsome actors alternatively have sex and shoot people for hours. old-fashioned values such as love, family and tradition will always prevail.
  • they’re so bad there was a show about how bad they are. the little gem that is fox-produced boris was a sit com about a cast and crew at work on one of these ‘families of doctors involved in mysteries’ shows. it highlighted all the dirt behind it, including corrupt and politically influenced producers, lazy screenwriters, bad actors and an iconic deeply frustrated director.
  • no young italian will admit to watching any. usually because they actually don’t, but even when they do they’ll pretend otherwise. because network audience is old and (as mentioned) assumed to be poorly educated, they’ll gravitate towards cable and/or foreign shows or watch nothing at all instead. still, if they’re actually tuning in they won’t want to be told they like garbage.
  • episodes are long. a primetime show will air from about 9:30pm to about 11pm. this means we either get movie-long episodes (the montalbano mysteries) or two eps per week, in any case we’ll watch almost two hours of our shows in one night.
  • actual italians don’t speak like that. while the italian network tv sometimes allows swearing, the characters will still talk in a painfully unlikely way. they have no accent unless they function as comic relief and their lines will often be emphatic or heavy with pointless exposition. in the past few years they also began to sound like they were translated from english, which they probably were if the screenwriters watch too many foreign shows and just swallow everything. an example would be the expression “sono così eccitat*”, literal translation of “i’m so excited” that almost dosn’t exist in everyday italian unless you’re a porn star or something. actor pietro sermonti once called this weird language italiese. on the bright side, cable shows luckily avoid this garbage; but they still tend to only do it when the specific regional variation is something of a plot point (neapolitan/roman crime will be involved and so on).
  • the times, they are a-changin’. younger screenwriters are now working and some changes are being made. a few shows from the past years are or have been actually pretty good, although most people won’t admit it due to the cultural stigma attached to rai or, in rare cases, mediaset. still, even the oldest church-going audiences are getting acquainted with librated women, lgbt couples and morally gray characters. i guess we’ll see where that goes.
  • this had no point at all whatsoever. 

mysmesomefluff:

r-e-i-i:

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A/N: Taking a little break from ch. 16 of Believe Again. 😛 @r-e-i-i Hope you like this, Reii 太太!


You suck in a sharp breath when you feel the ticklish sensation of fingers running through your tendrils of long hair. 

“You’re pretty cute when you’re asleep…” His quiet voice floats towards your ears, rough and a little scratchy. It’s both soothing and unsettling at the same time. You find yourself tempted to lean backwards so you can feel his fingers on your scalp, and so he can continue stroking your hair in that uncharacteristically tender way, all while butterflies flutter in your chest and heat rises to your cheeks and ears.

“Tch. So this is what Luciel got to see every night while you were at that apartment.” 

The corners of your lips begin to curl up, and you have to force yourself to keep still and keep up the sleeping facade. He’s jealous, more than he’d like to admit around you.

“I wonder. What are you dreaming of right now?” 

You’re awake now, but getting to hear Saeran speak to you like this – softly, with that enticing, lilting tone of his voice – feels very much like a dream. 

“If I visit you in your dreams…” He trails off, faltering with uncertainty that you can hear in the brief silence that follows. “I promise… I won’t be a ghost or a villain, but an angel.” 

Oh, Saeran… You want to get up and throw your arms around him, press him close to you and your racing heart. But you don’t, for that will very quickly cause him to shrink away, withdraw and run away like he always does when he’s this vulnerable.

You try to focus on the calming motion of his fingers weaving through your hair, and a little sigh escapes you before you can stop it. Saeran… A villain, and a ghost… You suppose that’s what he’s had to be for most of his life. Even now. Hidden from view, kept from the light of day, manipulated and forced into a life of crime and vengeance. 

But after spending the past few days with him, you know better. You’ve seen the lost, wandering spirit of a child who was abandoned by his loved ones, you’ve seen the pain contorting his face when the drugs he’s forced to ingest overwhelm him, and you’ve seen the moments – moments like these – when he settles down and reveals the gentle side that he’s locked away deep inside of him.

He’s an angel alright. A broken one.

You close your eyes, fatigue finally washing over you. You focus on the steady drum of your heartbeat and his breathing as he watches over you while you sleep. 

My guardian angel.