1 - José, give the boy a break XD
2 - Mario, you've been wonderful. My personal MoTM, don't care about what José or Sky say.
3 - Sammy scored in CL ♥
4 - MY GOD, WE WON.



EDIT: ( No juventini allowed in the labs. =P )

That's all, folks ;)

I don't know, if you want I can transcript and translate, it's only eight minutes long, after all. You can find it summarized in English here and you can find the official Italian transcription here, I just posted the vid cos of the fact that Italian tv doesn't air press conferences unless you pay for Inter Channel on Sky, and this way a lot of the shit things our coach says get lost in time.
The fact is -- Inter.it obviously doesn't bother to transcript all José says, news-boys often forget a lot of our beloved coach's witty comments. For example, you cannot find anywhere the fact that José firmly refused to answer any question that wasn't in Italian (someone asked if he could answer in Portuguese and he said no, two times) (which, ok, I find cute. In an extremely annoying way, but cute nonetheless).
What I really wanted to point out properly, by the way, was José's last comment, the last thing he said before exit the room. He got up, he started walking away and he said "it's been funny".
IDEK. He went there, he talked for eight minutes in which he basically said "we're stronger than Rubin, we'll win, Mazzola doesn't sign my cheques so he better STFU and you journalists are assholes that climb the trees around Pinetina to spy on my team and I definitely won't tell you with which team I'm going to play tomorrow" and then he goes away and what does he say? It's been funny. José, you spent the last eight minutes of your life being a bitch and giving those men very good reasons to eat you alive if you ever happen to get kicked out of CL with your team and what you say about it all is "it's been funny"?
I am officially terrified.

Edit: ( On a lighter, cuter and funnier note... )

Edit#2: It seems today is San Siro XD I don't actually believe these sort of things, but let's just hope the saint brings us luck. XD

It's 3 AM in here and I should definitely be sleeping, but I'm not sleepy at all, so.

• I've got a terrible tummyache. Not Zlatan-style. A serious one. The milk I drank, like, one hour ago is slowly killing me and as I speak now I live my last moments with the certainty I won't be seeing the sun rise again tomorrow. Pray for me when I'm gone and don't forget me. *dies*

• Inter is against Juve tomorrow at 20.45 PM, and I'm practically agonizing. This match actually doesn't mean shit. As José said during the press conference (a press conference in which if I were a journalist I would have felt the instant urge to knock him down using a baseball bat or something. Luckily - for all of us - I'm just a supporter, so I laughed. And I know José, as much as you can know a person you only see when he's working. Let's say I know how he works, that sounds better. And, I mean, knowing this, I laughed even more. But that's not the point) either we win or lose, we'll come back to Milan all alone at the top like we are now. And this despite what who follow us will do.
But. It still feels like a fuckin' final and I don't even know why. Juve's playing reasonably good recently. We're being the usual Inter, I'd say. We kinda go with the flow. Everything can happen and this match scares the shit out of me even if it shouldn't.
We'll be without Maicon, which (despite the fact that Maicon is not exactly being the one he was last year) will be something that will make everything less simple. We'll be without Wes, but I'm totally resigned to not see him able to play three matches in a row, since he's made of-- I don't even know what. Glass? We'll be without Ricky but this doesn't amaze nobody. We'll be without Davide who could have been a good sub for Douglas if he played like he played last year, but we all know Davide's not, and either way he's injured, so, uh, well.
And then there's Mario.
Tomorrow will be tough. There's the slight possiblity we will see no match at all. (In all the senses that can possibly come to your mind.)

• I've started watching Dollhouse. I've only watched the pilot and half of the second episode, but I kinda like the concept behind the storyline, so I'm waiting to see what this all will say to me. el_defe says it's good while whoa_nevermind says that only the last three episodes are worth of the time one spends watching. All I know now is: I want Buffy DVDs 'cause I want to watch the whole series from first to last season RIGHT NOW. I miss it so much.

• I'm not writing much and mostly totally useless things. Not useless because I can't use them for challenges, useless because I start to hate them, like, ten minutes after I wrote them. Oh, and I'm starting to find boring practically everything I read. Don't read it as a personal attack, people I read the stories of, I'm not saying all of your stories are boring and doesn't mean shit to me. I like reading you all, I swear, it's just that-- I dunno, I'm totally tired of being the only one writing about the things I like to read about. I so would like to make a list of what I'd like to read right now and handle it down to you all asking "please, write down these things for me". I passed the last, like, I don't know, three years of my life?, writing on prompts, contests and challenges and I'm not saying I didn't wrote what I wanted to, I'm just saying that I'd somehow like not only to write about topics I like, but also read about them. I'd like for someone to write about my OTPs without feeling the need of splitting them and making them suffer all the possible pains, for example. I'd like something happy to read. Something that doesn't make me agonize in desperation and something that doesn't actually make me want to kill a character because he's acting like a bitch or an asshole.
This is a totally useless, rant, I want this to be know. It's just that somehow I've got the impression that fandom is being totally ungrateful with me. I don't want my fanfic to be commented or reviewed, seriously, I practically don't give a shit about reviews, I'm probably the only one in Italy but it's the truth. I'm happy if you like my stories but it's totally ok if you don't let me know. All I want from fandom is something that I can actually enjoy reading, something that doesn't have to make me cry or suffer with the characters. I'm a little sick of it all. Give me some fun, fandom.
(I probably will regret every single word of this by tomorrow, but I just needed to say it. Ignore me.)

• My father's dog's again here. Luckily, my mother's in Parma, now, so I don't have to deal with the two of them. Btw, she's the cutest thing in the world. She passed the evening running after a fly and it's sad I'll have to say goodbye to her soon. My father's moving in with his partner and he has to leave his old home, and where he's going to live he can't keep the dog, so we're giving her to a woman who wants a little dog that can stay in a house without doing too much damages. She's been behaving better, recently. She won't piss everywhere in the house, if you just give her some attenction and she mostly stays in her basket with her blanket being sleepy and cute. She's growing old.
(Fuck me and my melancholy.)

• I can't believe it's already December. I don't want the end of the year to come, I'm not prepared. But I want Christmas' break, so I will fastly deal with it.

• faechan (who called me from Muse's gig in Turin to let me hear MK Ultra and Guiding Light live, moving me to tears): ILU so much.

Back to Dollhouse, now. Bye :)

Given the fact that I'm not going to talk about yesterday's match, obviously XD (No, I'm not angry at the boys, they were clearly there just because they had to, and so damn tired I can't even get really angry at them, because they were clearly stand ins to replace the real players. Or zombies), some talking about how I'm doing recently.

- I wrote two fic for NEU[t]ROFest <3 And I'm very proud of myself 'cause they're two stupid stories. No, really XD I wanted to write something easy and funny, and they are (especially the second one, in which we all meet Dogsitter!Mou, for the joy of kids and grown-ups - and their dogs).

- [ITALIAN WHINING ABOUT ITALIAN FANDOM] Purtroppo, non ho ancora scritto la fic segreta per quell'iniziativalà di Fanworld.it, e il problema è purtroppo molto più ampio di quanto non possa sembrare. Non certo perché non riuscirò a scrivere altro (ho già un'altra idea, e comunque ho tempo fino al 15 per tirare fuori anche un drabble del cavolo, se proprio non riesco), quanto piuttosto perché mi è stato presentato un problema di ordine morale XD (wtf!)
Il fatto è, detto molto sbrigativamente, che per questa cosa io volevo scrivere una fic su X Factor. Stavo coccolando il plot già da un po' ed era una storia molto intonata al tema dell'iniziativa, per cui ci tenevo, anche se X Factor non è il mio fandom principale e ultimamente lo guardo con molto meno interesse. Ora, se fossi stata meno furba (e anche meno onesta), mi sarebbe bastato fregarmene dei miei brutti presentimenti, scrivere la fic e mandarla, e probabilmente non ci sarebbero stati problemi. Siccome però purtroppo conosco il fandom italiano, la prima cosa che ho fatto è stata chiedere all'amministrazione se sul sito le fic su X Factor sarebbero state accettate.
Purtroppo, gli anni di militanza nel RPF!Fandom mi hanno insegnato che, fra tutte le fic, le RPF in Italia stanno un gradino sotto ogni altra cosa. E, fra le RPF, quelle su personaggi italiani stanno praticamente nel sottoscala.
Insomma, in poche parole mi è stato gentilmente detto che no, sul sito le XFandom!Fic non verranno accettate. Il motivo di tale decisione non l'ho chiesto, ma d'altronde non c'è nemmeno bisogno di farlo, visto che non esiste un motivo a parte la solita vecchia balla che già ci rifila EFP da tempo sulle celebrità italiane che setacciano internet al solo scopo di fare causa ai poveri siti che si azzardano a pubblicare fic sulle loro auguste persone (insieme: wtflol). E insomma, tutti ricordiamo cosa ho fatto l'ultima volta che mi sono stati imposti dei limiti in un archivio pubblico. *indica le valigie già pronte per ogni evenienza*
Questo, naturalmente, non è un attacco a Fanworld.it, che ritengo comunque un luogo puccioso - molto più di altri in rete, in ogni caso - né tantomeno un ultimatum di qualsiasi tipo XD E' solo che sto capendo - dopo anni, yay me - che evidentemente io non sono un tipo da archivi pubblici, ecco. LiveJournal fa molto più per me, quindi suppongo che prima o poi chiuderò un po' di account sparsi in giro e resterò solo sulle varie community che già infesto con estrema soddisfazione. [/ITALIAN WHINING ABOUT ITALIAN FANDOM]

- There was a new post on secrets_ita, on Saturday :D And I have to say I was waiting for the moment when all the AntiInter!Secrets would come out XD It was just a matter of time, since we've been annoying the fandom and the entire universe, recently. To be totally honest, some of them didn't even upset me (for example the one of the boy/girl who hates José: I mean, I love him but I don't find hard to imagine why someone could hate him XD), but two of them really got on my nerves.
One was the one of the supporter of another team saying she or he doesn't envy "real Inter supporters", 'cause our fandom's full of fangirls that don't even know what a dribbling is and support Inter just because they slash the players. To this person I'd like to say that everyone can fall in love with something (a team, a book, a band, whatever) in different ways. It's not that because you've been born with the badge of your team tattooed on the skin, then everyone else who fell in love differently with his team it's a second-rate fan. I mean, I first fangirled on Tokio Hotel, and then I fell in love with their music, but passion, when you find it, persists. And now I fangirl less on Tokio Hotel, but I probably love them more now then when I was writing a fic daily.
Everyone fells in love differently, make distinctions between the cases is stupid, and now I can say it calmly 'cause it's been two days, but the very moment I read that secret I really felt angry, especially because one of my dearest friends came closer to Inter with fangirling and now is supporting the team like crazy (and yesterday she texted me saying she could not watch the last minutes of the match because she was feeling sick for our play). So, uh. Fuck off.
The other tiresome secret - a lot more tiresome than this, to be honest - was the one of that super-nice Juve supporter saying Inter fans who cried for Ibra's transfer are pathetic :D comparing our situation to the Kakà-Milan one. Now, what I'd like to say to this woman - at the moment I really didn't think about it and it wasn't even right to say it, maybe - is that before she talks about mercenaries she should think better about what she says, 'cause a) Ibra never promised to stay forever, nor one of us was actually expecting him to do it, b) I don't know mercenaries that accepted to lower their salary just to go away X'D If we really have to take a look in the others' wallets, I don't know who's been worse between Ibra and Kakà, honestly.
But I don't really want to compare the two situations. I know they're different. It's the anon that first says "don't compare" and then does it, making clear she didn't get a fuck, nor of what happened neither of what Inter supporters (not all of them, but a lot of them) invested on Ibra.
It's the classic situation in which I feel the need to say "what do you have to do in this? Nothing. So shut up". Because it's clear that a supporter of another team (not Inter nor Milan one, moreover) just doesn't get these things. If it happens to him, then he understands them, but as long as he's watching from outside, he doesn't.
But I just wanted to take this all out, that's all. He maybe was a mercenary, but he was my mercenary, so STFU. XD

- By the way, I made a wonderful dream *-* It was set probably in the past year, when we went out of CL. I was watching tv on the little couch of my sitting room and Zlatan (!) was half asleep on the other couch, the longer one. On the channel I was watching, Elio Corno (famous Italian Inter supporter, for non-Italian readers, nda) was screaming against "the gypsy who wasn't even able to give us a Champions", and Zlatan kept turning on the couch like he couldn't get to sleep. At a certain point I sighed and turned to him, and I asked "Do you even care about it?", pointing at the flailing man on the screen. Zlatan shrugged and answered "no", and then he bent over me to push the button of the remote controller in my hands, to switch off the tv. The very moment I felt him touching me, I woke up. Happy XD
(Then I fell asleep again and I had a flash of Davide dragging Mario to U21's training screaming "I certainly won't arrive late because of you!", and then I woke up loling, but still XD)

The one in which I'm forced to make a schedule of every contest/fest/challenge I'm in,  or I get confused. I hate this so much. And I have the impression every deadline is going to be the same day. It's not actually true, but it's still driving me insane XD Just make sure that, after this time's passed, you'll stop me if I ever say I want to do something again. Thank you.

I'm in:
- Criticombola: a Criticoni challenge you already know everything about in which my intention is to write fifteen stories on various fandoms and various prompts, up to January 6th. I can do it, I already wrote three of them è_é/
- NEU[t]ROFest: by sottoilpalco and dietrolequinte, for GEN fics/arts/graphics, up to November 23rd. I've got one of them, but I still want to write at least another fanfic, 'cause there's a plot I'm carrying with me from two weeks and it's so cute I really can't help to write it.
- Dolcetto o Scherzetto Fest: by fanfic_italia, is composed by three moments, and luckily two of them are already passed. I had to write three fic on three different prompts (fluff, comedy and horror), but I still have to write the last fic and I have to do it before the midnight between October 31st and November 1st.
- bigbangitalia: I had to write at least one 10k words fic. I wrote three of them but now I have to adjust them all following el_defe's betareading and I have to betaread el_defe's fic at the same time. This before November 1st. Then, before November 18th, I have to create a coverart and a fanmix for the same el_defe's fic I'm betareading now. I'll die trying, for sure.
- Contest: Along The Road: by harriet_yuuko, I have to write a fic on a gypsy, inspired also by one of the quotes Harriet reported on her rules. I already know what to write (it couldn't be different, given the theme XD), but the problem's the time, as usual, since I have to have the fic ready for December 22nd. Sigh.
Then there's something I can't talk about but that I have to write before November 25th, and it's obvious I can't really do this all, 'cause I have SE to write too and my inspiration's a bitch, so who knows what I'll want to write tomorrow, or if I will be responsible enough to write down the idea and wait for this time to be over before starting writing it seriously? And there was someone who wanted me to join nanowrimo_ita, HA HA HA. *cries*

By the way:
- Inter's playing tonight and I am terrified. I don't even know why, since I was perfectly calm until yesterday. Maybe 'cause I know my boys, and so I'm perfectly aware of the fact that if they have the least possibility to fuck up things, they'll do it. Panic.
- Yesterday, Damiano was eliminated by Italian X Factor D: He had his last challenge against Yavanna and although I'm happy the girls are still in I really liked Damiano and I was just starting shipping him with Sofia ç_ç (no comment, please). I hate when fandom breaks my OTPs so soon .____. The fact is, I like almost everybody who's in at the moment (apart from Sofia, who's a different matter), so it'll always be a pain to see someone go away, from now on ._.
- my brother should come back on weekend or at the beginning of the next week, and he'll stay here until the first days of December <3 I'm so happy to see him again <3 I'm less happy for my father's dog, who's still here when she should have been gone at least two days ago. Believe me, I love her, and she's not actually the problem 'cause my mother finds her kinda cute, but she's my father's dog and my mother hates my father since they got divorced (more than ten years ago, and since then the hate only grew, never passed, and bye bye to the "time heals everything" shit), so things are not so easy, especially for me, 'cause I am, as usual, caught in the middle. *sighs*

This pretty much explains it all. There are moments in which I really find hard to remember why in the hell should I keep believing in this team. I really find it hard. Let me remember, guys, just move forward in CL. I promise I'll forget everything, even humiliations like this or the Kazan's match, if you give me all the rest. But just give it to me - not the cup. The heart. That'll do.

1. I've got a temperature. Again.

2. My brother left Palermo on Saturday afternoon. He'll be in Rome for at least a month, to start settling down, then he'll come back here for a week or two, to fetch his last things, and the next time he'll go away it'll be forever.
I'm sad, that's for sure, but I'm starting to get used to it. Let's say I'm keeping myself busy and that helps. I have to study, I have to go visit my grandmothers or else they feel forgotten, I've got a lot of fics to write. I can do it \o/

3. Inter is the best team in the world, and that's all I'm saying about Saturday night.
I'm terrified, either way, and that's all I'm going to say about tomorrow night.

4. I finally managed to write three - I mean - three stories for bigbangitalia *___* All of them about Inter players, but that's what I have for now, deal with it. All of them count 35000+ words. I know that's how much mars25oct does on a story alone, but it's really a lot for me XD And, by the way, yesterday I felt curious and counted the words I wrote since September up to now: they're, like, 79k+. I'm pretty shocked by myself, thank you. (This is not to brag about myself, but to have something to look at the next time I'll open Word and feel the instant need to commit suicide in front of the empty page.)

5. I also wrote the first story for Criticombola <3 A really stupid flashfic on Mario's and Davide's dog. Coming soon, with some other little things.

6. [Personal message you can easily ignore] I am seriously trying to be patient and gentle, but you're making it so hard for me XD [/end]

"Inter is more than a single player, a coach, a physiotherapist... It's possible to imagine Inter without some of us. It's impossible only to imagine Inter without its supporters."

~ José Mourinho.

It's not something new. On the contrary, I think it's from that period in which no one was sure if Ibra would stay or go like he did in the end. I remembered hearing something similar from José, but I didn't gave much importance to that speech, because I was angry at the whole world for the way the trade with Barça was going, and also because Ibra actually was irreplaceable to me, so the last thing I needed was a bitchy Portuguese telling me that the player I loved most in the whole team could go, because Inter would still be Inter either way.
Today, by the way, I was going through Gazzetta's site and I found this quote. Since then, I've spammed it to everybody, because I find it very beautiful, very moving, and also because it's something you don't expect from José if you don't know him and think he's just an arrogant asshole with a tiresome talent for saying the worst things in the less appropriate moment ever. You don' expect him to say things like these, so ridiculouasly romantic, so sweet, so beautiful. (Clearly, if you know him better and you follow him not only when he's a bitch but also when he's being a serious human being, you know he's capable to say this and even greater things. God bless him.)
I mean, it made me think, because one of the many reasons I love this team - reasons I'm going to explain, someday; probably after we win CL XD - is that whoever becomes a part of Inter cannot forget it after he's gone. It happened a lot of time, even with people with whom the relationship with the team closed in a very bad way. There are players that still talks with love about Inter after years, like Bobo. There are people that are moved by the lone thought of what they had from us, like Adri. There are players that were gifted by our own soul - we waited for Ronaldo for three years, that's something almost never happened. There are people like Ibrahimović that are always ready to talk shit about their previous teams, but when you ask them about Inter they smile and say that it's the best team they've ever been part of, that they went away with a smile on their lips and that they're always happy to see their old friend, that they still have wonderful memories of the period they passed with us.
That's what makes me think that Inter's not just a club, but a family. Something that someway becomes part of your blood. It's part of you and you can't get rid of it even when you go away - you don't even want to, you like to hold a little of this inside yourself. Everything is always very dramatic and amplified, when it comes to Inter - there's nothing deeper than our sadness, nothing wilder than our rage, nothing greater than our happiness. Everything is so intense that it simply has to leave a mark on your heart, and then you can go wherever you want, but what you lived here, you never forget it.
In a way, it's true we Inter fans are luckier than other fans. They support their teams - we're family.

*coughs* That said u.u 7 Days Meme.

Day one • a song
Day two • a picture
Day three • a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four • a site
Day five • a youtube clip
Day six • a quote
Day seven • whatever tickles your fancy

I'm late, I'm late!!! *gasps*
So! First of all: \o/ Inter just won its match against Udinese in Campionato and I'm happy like a baby during Christmas Night because it was a difficult game but nonetheless beautiful, Deki was great and both my babies played without sucking too much, José exposed himself for the masses' hilarity cheering like a two years old baby and this made me fall in love again with him - like I ever stopped - and in the end this was a wonderful night, so yay \o/


Then! Happy birthday Zlatan ç______ç Even if you sucked today and you didn't score and even Eurosport said you were totally not so great, I still love you and lots of people can say the same, like your team mates, your ex team mates and a good number of other people in the world <3 Could this year be great for you as the past was <3

And finally, since it's already late, second part of the 7 Days Meme!

Day one • a song
Day two • a picture
Day three • a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four • a site
Day five • a youtube clip
Day six • a quote
Day seven • whatever tickles your fancy

It's been a month since I last wrote something here, huh? More than a month, to be honest, and I can't say I'm overjoyed by the thought of telling everything happened to me in the last thirty days, as much as I can tell you're totally not interested in hearing anything similar X'D But I was starting to miss this place - just open the page and start talking about everything that crossed my mind not having to think about space limits and all the rest - so here I am.

• bigbangitalia. Up to now, I managed to finish two stories <3 One is ten thousand and something-words long, and it's basically a missing moment set immediately after Barcelona-Sporting Gijon - yeah, the match José watched in Camp Nou; the one he left just in time to miss Zlatan's first goal in La Liga XD I just imagined José stalking Zlatan after the match, and those two took more than 10k words just to solve their relationship problems. Wonderful.
The other one, by the way, is a story a really really love. A What If? set more or less now. In this What If?, Helena and the kids are killed by a fanatic who never forgave Zlatan the fact he left Milan for Barcelona. Zlatan's the first to find the bodies and this makes him go totally out of his mind. Barça sends him in a Psychiatric Clinic, then covers for his disappearance and quits his contract. And here starts my story, the very moment Moratti sends José to Barcelona without explaining him why and José has to face what's left of Zlatan - and what's left of their story together.
This took longer, it needed 15k+ words to reach an end, and it's one of the most satisfying endings of my ficwriter career. I'm not saying a word more about it XD
Finally, since I wasn't already satisfied, I started another story :D Mods postponed the deadline to October 18th, so I thought I could use it to write something outside Inter-fandom. I started a pretty cute AU Mollamy plotted with faechan and inspired by Uprising's video <3<3<3 Trying to put it easy, the idea is of a society split in two: on the surface lives a society based on an absolute monarchy in which nobility rules the nation just minding its own business and poor people are left starving in the street while under the surface some enlightened minds (scholars, scientists, thinkers) organize the resistance waiting for the incoming revolution *_* The opposition of these two worlds is incredible: the monarchy is a conservative society in which even scientific progress is denied, people live at the light of the candles and move bu feet or gig, while the revolutionary society believes in scientific progress, has got electricity and internet connection everywhere, and people move through sewage system in armored vehicles.
In this world move my two main characters: Brian, son of one of the most influential nobleman of his Majesty, is charged to sneak into the resistance as a spy to discover and sabotage its plans; Matthew, on the other hand, is a guy with no requirement to lead the resistance: he doesn't know the complex foundations of the scientific organization of the society but he compensate with his character and his incredibly strong determination, not to mention his eccentric behavior. Just to say, he creates and collects zombie teddy bears. Even if it's not just for fun XD
I hope to finish it soon, because I find it really beautiful and I really would love to use it for the big bang also because I'd love to be the only one sending three stories ^O^ <3

• Inter. Why am I not a Barça supporter, again? Oh, yes, the "Inter's my only love thing" and all. *cries*
Seriously, it's two weeks my boys drive me nuts fucking up practically every single game they are supposed to win, and this disturbs me a lot, because, really, I feel like I'm being joked around. Now, thinking about tomorrow's match, I'm more preoccupied than angry, so I don't really want to rant about how awful the last two matches have been, but you should have see me on Tuesday night, really. I was a beast, I would have easily bite a lot of heads off - and José's one would have been the first on the list.
Let's hope everything goes well tomorrow, let's hope it together. Pretty please? T_T

• Tokio Hotel. *ENTHUSIASTIC*
i really needed to stay the fuck away from English fandom, that's it, it was driving me mad. I needed to just rest until the album came out, or at least until what was important to me were Tokio Hotel alone, what they are and not what their fucked up fans picture them to be. It happened when they made an appearance at Italian X Factor, and then the miracle repeated itself when I finally put my hand on the new album - which, to say the truth, I find delicious, and the final evidence that Tokio Hotel are guided by a production team that Britney would really love to have. It's almost perfect, except for two little mistakes (Bill's high note on Träumer, which is disturbing, and the entire Screamin', which is horrible °_°), but it's really the album I was waiting for to start loving them again <3 So thank you, Jost, I always knew I could count on you.
To be honest I've only listened to the German version, but - as I said to melting_lullaby today, I really think the entire English production by Tokio Hotel could easily go burnt and I won't be sorry for it, so I'll wait a little more to hear the English album and start hating it out of my mind XD For now, I'm enjoying the German version and I'm happy like that.
And, by the way, I want Humanoid as second single. I deserve it.

[ITALIAN SPAM]
• Criticombola. Ovvero, la nuova iniziativa proposta da Criticoni, che prevede una tabella di prompt che vengono poi estratti a caso ed inseriti in una cartella proprio come quella della tombola <3 Lo scopo è scrivere quanti più racconti possibile ispirandosi ai temi e cercando di realizzare le combinazioni tipiche del gioco, fra ambo, terno, quaterna e cinquina <3


• Meme!
I've got tons of them! el_defe gave me five picspam to do - Deki, José, Davide, JC and Rob Morrow - but for the majority of them I need my Inter folder to be perfectly organized, so I'll wait until i tag every single photo, and then searching for the most appropriate for every picspam will be easy. Thank you Picasa.
For now, I'll just take eide_oconrad's 7 Days Meme, so I'm sure I'll post everyday at least for a week =P

Day one • a song
Day two • a picture
Day three • a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four • a site
Day five • a youtube clip
Day six • a quote
Day seven • whatever tickles your fancy

That's how my Twitter home page looked like the very moment Inter scored its first goal against Milan XD

To be honest, I've got no will to post XD But I've got no will to do anything else, so I think I'll post, so at least I'll make the other meme eide_oconrad gave me, I'll fangirl on my boys, I'll laugh about our derisory fate and I'll whine a little more about Bill and TH-fandom. Not in order.
So, let's start!

( Inter fangirling )

( Tokio Hotel whining )

( RL & Numb3rs )

( Meme with LOTS of Mario )

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(Me feeling sick put aside.)

• I'm watching Numb3rs on Tv, since they're rerunning it again on RaiDue, and I'm loving it. I'm really loving Eppes brothers and I wrote Eppescest yesterday, on faechan's demand. Nothing really great, almost 2k words, six ficlets and nothing more, but still. By the way, I woke up this morning with an enormous plot in my mind and I'm really excited by the possibility of writing it down XD

• One of the reason's why I'm writing Eppescest is that I read a really beautiful fanfiction, very long and sad and angst but glorious, totally epic win. Its title's Parallel Connections Over Symmetric Spaces and you can find it here, in english. I read it all in one day and it was wonderful. I suffered a lot, but it was really satisfying <3

• ary_true said wonderful things about me - and a lot of other things, and to be honest the other things she said are really better than what she said about me - and ellepi wrote a spin-off to my New Colors To Paint The World (you can find her Words Don't Come Easy To me on dietrolequinte, locked because of underage, or on her journal, free to read). I'm actually overwhelmed by love and gratitude. Really, I love you all.

• (Ok, this is not about yesterday but today, but whatever) Tomorrow Campionato begins. Yay. Yay. Yay *___________* I'm really excited and this should be illegal, but I don't care. Today Mou's talking to journalists and I don't even dare to imagine how he's excited by the possibility of pester them until they all go crazy, especially after what Severgnini and Simoni said about him recently. Aaaah.
And, by the way: Davide, I love you.

About Barça's match:

1. Zlatan still does devastating things to me, even if he's not dressed in nerazzurro and plays for a team that I barely consider - moreover: he's capable to actually make me consider that team a little, and this means I love him more than I had imagined. That frightens me, but it's also very beautiful. I'm scared I'll watch a lot of Barça's matches, this year.

2. The majority of Barça's players are really ugly - but damn they're good. Puyol, Messi - Messi more than the others, obviously. God. I suppose Zlatan's tradition have sense, indeed, you can't be a genious and also beautiful, Earth would collapse, its balance would get totally lost. (Zlatan is, BTW, waaaay more fuckable than Messi is, but it's a question of hormones, so even if he's ugly nobody cares and everybody would still fuck him anyway.)

3. Okay, Piqué's good and beautiful and I still don't get how such a thing can be possible.

4. I don't understand Pep's fashion sense. You just can't wear a shirt over another shirt and still be beautiful, there's something wrong in this.

5. During 95' minutes of match, by the way, I wasn't able to get what's so different in the way Guardiola uses Zlatan here, then the way Mourinho used him in Inter. He stays on the opponent's side of the pitch and wait for the ball. When it arrives (given it does it/he catches it/his team mates don't ignore him searching for Messi), he tries to organize something. He manages to do it at times, other times he doesn't. He wasted a lot of occasion yesterday, also because he was clearly down. Maybe next time will be better, but if that's what he was searching for to placate his tummyache... heh XD
(Truth is: my heart breaks every time Zlatan's not satisfied, so I really really really hope he finds the kind of game he wants and everything else. Baby ç_ç)

About something else:

1. It seems our manager likes to use youngsters like melons: he opens them and then he eats them (sorry, only in italian :\). I'm shivering since yesterday and I can't even explain if it's because I'm pleased, I'm ashamed for him or I'm terrified.

2. One of our Primavera players, Simone Dell'Agnello, is utterly beautiful. I'm hopelessly in love with him and he scored yesterday during Tirreno e Sport match against Roma. It's a shame winning wasn't enough to move forward in the tournament, since we preferred being sent off with shame because our manager accidentally forgot that you can't change five players during a regular match. And no one else noticed, too, or so it seems, so they decided we was defeated by Juve 3-0. Uh? Uh. Wut.

3. My obsession for Alen Stevanovic's quickly becoming disturbing. I keep dreaming him on a couch with Deki, so I think I'll put aside my shame and his being barely of age and I'll write down this damn thing which terrifyes me because:
- it only pretend to be a PWP;
- it's narrated in first person, between past and present;
- it involves Siniša. Uh? Uh.

4. Something which has nothing to do with Inter (O_O!): after make RoyEder read Elricest, after putting Kaulitzest in EFP, after smuggling Bushido in a twincest community, after making half of my f-list fall in love with Fler and after forcing honest people to write Inter!Slash, I made someone who hates RPF read one of mine, and that persone liked it. My ego thanks and is going to explode spreading confetti everywhere. Hahaha. But you won't ever get me, flattery won't get you anywhere *shakes head and hugs el_defe's Passionate Truth*

Aaaand, goodbye. *throw kisses*

It's just that... I just discovered Mario wears glasses. I mean. Wow. Seriously. There are things that are like earthquakes for a fangirl's life, and among these things the most disturbing one's always find out that the man that makes your heart beat and, the man that makes you lose yourself when you look at him, the man who clearly made you love him out of your mind wears glasses. And it's disturbing not because that makes him less beautiful, but because it makes him even more attractive. In illegal and dangerous ways. Seriously, I've been afraid for my sanity as I looked at him, and since I love you all and I want you to be afraid for your sanity too, here you are.
My God, he is illegal. I always believed this, since the first time I saw him. He is illegal.
I also thought about the fact that most of my greatest Inter-loves were born with great hates. When Zlatan arrived in Milan, I could not stand him. When Mario started showing himself off - Mancio was still managing us, at that time - and he immediately started causing problems? I could not stand him either. Not to mention the day Mourinho became one of us. I went around saying horrible things about him. And then it happens always like that - assholes always get me, one way or another. That's, like, the biggest problem of my life, I still fall for them no matter what XD Why can't I just fall in love with, say, JC? And live happily ever after? (Apart from the fact that he's already in love with Susana and I want this to stay like that until the end of time, obviously <3)
Other than that, I want the world to know that Rai's horrible because it didn't air the Primavera!Inter-Juve match. I was all anxious for the babies ç___ç (And, in the end, it seems like it's been not so good, after all. Let's hope they air the one with Roma, at lease :\ *wants to see Lori and Tia again and wants to get to know better Alen, since she wants to put him together with Deki*)

By the way - it's wonderful, my family and I, we're all heels over head for the Campionato which is about to begin. It's always wonderful here, because we're Italians - more: Sicilians - and when we go all frenzy we forget our rationality and we do things that are totally absurd, that we wouldn't ever do in normal situations but that become incredibly normal in situations like these. For example, we're in the middle of august and mom took out of the closet the Inter pile blanket, because we can't watch matches without it. Not to mention me and my brother trying to remember what we were wearing on the same day one year ago, to take back at least one of the clothes and wear it again for the occasion. Lol. I love this feeling - it's romantic in many ways; it's beautiful because this - the frenzy, the totaly crazyness, the superstition, being a fan this way - it was all there, always, even before I started writing fics about these men, and it will still be there when the fangirling's gone. Inter has always been the only everlasting thing in my life, and given my natural fickleness, which says more than myself than my own name, it's something remarkable <3 *throws hearts over the badge and goes away chirping happily*

Mario's so beautiful he's almost too much. And so he is talented and good at what he does. And so he flirts around. Mou should tie his pants around his waist, because he wears them too low, so everytime he moves the shirt comes up and everybody's able to see his ass. Should be also said that, when the shirt doesn't come up itself, he uses it to wipe the sweat off of his foorehead, so the result he is always half-naked. And God-bless-him for this.

Davide's a blessing, especially when he pushes forward. Seriously, if the boy grew up like he had, given his natural talent and his imagination and his pragmatism in realization, we wouldn't have no trequartista problem, now. It's just that, like some journalist was saying the other day on 7Gold, the trequartista tradition's (una viiiita daaaa mediano! ♪) gotten almost totally lost, so he grew up as a terzino/midfielder and now we have to actually spend money to find someone to do what he could do so easily if he only knew how. *sighs*
Just one note for the future: never, never ever again he should be encharged to shoot a PK. Never ever.
He still is a joy for heart and eyes, by the way, even if he has to learn how to shave. He can't just continue hurting himself like this. Always in the same spot, moreover O_O

Thiago finally scored <3 Yay T_T I really hope this goal shakes him up enough to wake him, since he slept from the very moment he got up on the airplane that took him to Milan.

Deki still knows how to be devastating.

Diego's still one of the most beautiful thing I ever seen since I'm alive, and his eyes do things to me.

Marco needs a life to get into the game (and he not always manages to do it before he's sent out XD), but when he does, he's wonderful. How he cathces the ball, how he closes opponent players to make them incapable of moving further, no one else in the team manages to do something similar. I love him.

Rene's actually too beautiful to be true. My mother was asking herself why someone like him should decide to do the footballer, instead of the model or the actor. As a matter of fact, I'm asking myself the same thing. If he did it because of his talent, we still have to see it XD But I really hope it's like this <3

JC is a God. Period.

José, don't get to upset, we're still at the benginning and, for what we're showing, we don't have any rivals apart of ourselves - because we're genetically prone to inconstancy, messing around and getting angry at everything. If we can overcome this things, we're not taking home Scudetto alone, and this will be a wonderful year. But we need patience, and it's important you don't fool around - and start talking back to journalists, for Christ's sake. Just stop sending Beppe to martyrdom, come on. He's an honest old man, give a little respect to him.
You are, by the way, always incredibly beautiful. And when I saw you with your hair back in order and shaved, tonight, for a minute I felt really confident about the future.
Then you sent Rivas on the pitch and I really wished I was there by your side, so I could kill you. But at least it seems you learned for your mistakes, so I found again my confidence XD Keep it up, Special One ♥

I'm slowly recovering è.é But I'm still incredibly dizzy and tired and all, so I pass all my life slowly moving from one side to another side of my couch, drowning in my pillows. Gh.
Tonight's the 15th ;_; I don't know how others in the world celebrate this, but here in Palermo we pass the night on the beach, we have a bath, we sleep on the seaside and then stay there until morning, we have lunch there and blablabla. ç_ç Two good friends of mine called me today, asking me if I'd like to join, but when they heard my voice they started laughing and told me "Did you catch a cold? *nods*". Fuck my life. T_T

By the way, all the men I fangirl for hate me. I won't waste more space to show Bill in his so-called splendor, even if yesterday we finally had a photo in which he looks gorgeous.
No, okay, I can actually waste some space for that Bill.

So what's the matter?, you'd ask me, he's beautiful again! Yes, but the latest news is that (you can't see it in here because the photo's too little, but just look at the HQ one and you'll understand better) it seems like there's a new knick-knack around the boy's nipple, now.
It's not that I don't like the piercing idea itself. Given the fact that it's still just gossip, I just don't know. I usually felt something very tender toward Bill, but the management's getting him on my nerves recently. People change and is obviously necessary to let the world talk about him when an album's just ready to come out, and since we're talking about Tokio Hotel that's all the more reason. But I feel like the whole changing thing's gone a little bit too far, this round. As I said yesterday to meggie87, it seems to me that Bill became like a Barbie with full add-ons. Maybe the next version will be the male-pregnant one. I know Tokio Hotel's always been a matter of image. Their music never was the point and still it's not, but there's a correct way to manage a restyling, and then there's an uncorrect way. This time it's been horribly managed, that's all. At least IMO.
By the way, if he starts to go out like that *points at the photo* I'm ok with it XD

Other than that, nothing to talk about in Germany. My beloved rappers are in hibernation again until the next important even, which I suppose to be CCN2 publishing, than Bu's movie and the soundtrack.
Muse are still making a fool out of themselves and the one and only human being who really loves me is Mou, who's going to take with him on the pitch what I firmly believe to be an illegal number of minors. Illegal at least like what he's doing with those same minors in the locker room. Uh, I didn't say anything. *pets Mou*
What surprises me more is that on the 12th of this very month, which means two days ago, I babbled about being in Love with Lorenzo Crisetig, sixteen years old and playing for the Primavera this year, who I find really beautiful. By the way, as I was plotting something involving this kis and Santonelli I found out Mou called Lorenzo for tonight's game, so I'll see him on the bench *_* See why I say he loves me? He clearly does!
And, to repay him, I'll write an AU in which world ends and he's an Auror. Uh? I didn't say anything. *runs away*

PS. Ah *____* New U2's single out *.* I'll Go Crazy If I Don't Go Crazy Tonight <3 One of my favorite track on the album and the video's so sweeeeeet! Here we go <3