Annabeth Chase e il flagello di Ade

#solangelo: spread the love!

Ciao, amici semidei!

Cercherò di farla breve e anche non troppo pesante. Credo sia sconcertante constatare come nel 2016 esista ancora un'ideologia aberrante come quella dell'omofobia. Mentre il nostro paese arranca nel tentativo di dare tutele e diritti alle persone dello stesso sesso che si amano, c'è ancora chi crede che essere omosessuali sia una malattia, un peccato da girone infernale, o una moda passeggera. Il problema, lo capite bene, è culturale. Allora risolviamolo. La cultura è generazionale, e la nuova generazione siamo noi. Scrittori, lettori, fan, appassionati di storie che conoscono ogni tipo di amore. Shippiamo #malec, #jalec, #minty, #clexa, #solangelo, #pernico, #jasico, #drarry, #sterek, #sciles, #newtmas, #thominho, #lawlight... e chi più ne ha più ne metta! Siamo etero, omo e bisessuali. Non ce ne importa niente delle etichette. Ci importa l'amore. AMIAMO leggerlo e AMIAMO scriverlo. E con questo AMORE possiamo cambiare la cultura, come la cambiano tutti i giorni Cassandra Clare, Rick Riordan, Jason Rothenberg, Jeff Davis e gli altri autori che con il loro lavoro combattono l'omofobia e riempiono il gap culturale che ci tiene lontani dal diventare un'umanità civile.

Questa mia breve riflessione era una premessa che volevo condividere con voi prima di darvi una bella notizia: ho pubblicato una #solangelo! E' solo una OneShot, piuttosto breve, ma credo veicoli messaggi importanti. Sarei davvero contenta se passaste a dargli un'occhiata. La trovate sul mio profilo con il titolo "Amore Anemico" e sulla mia pagina efp con il titolo "This Anemic Love".

E a conclusione di quest'intervento, LET THE FANDOMS COLLIDE. A chi se la cava con l'inglese e sa leggerlo offro un piccolo regalo che ho trovato girovagando su internet: una scena tagliata da City of Glass di Cassandra Clare, pura #jalec! Per chi, come me, non ha ancora digerito il fatto che Alec e Jace non si siano mai baciati... E per chi ama le ship, ama leggere, ama scrivere, ama, ama, ama, e quest'amore vuole metterlo in circolo nel mondo! Buona lettura! 

Closer than brothers di Cassandra Clare

Jace looked at Alec steadily. Then he said, "What's between you and Magnus Bane?"

Alec's head jerked to the side, as if Jace had slapped him or pushed him. "I don't — there's nothing —"

"I know better," Jace said, forestalling him. "I'm not stupid. Tell me the truth."

"There isn't anything between us," Alec said — and then, catching the look on Jace's face, added with great reluctance, "any more. There's nothing between us any more. Okay?"

"And why is that? Magnus really liked you."

"Drop it, Jace," Alec said in a warning tone.

Jace was having none of being warned. "Magnus says it's because you're hung up on me. Is that true?"

There was a moment of utter silence. Then Alec gave a despairing howl of horror and put his hands up to cover his face. "I am going to kill Magnus. Kill him dead."

"Don't. He cares about you. He really does. I believe that," Jace said, managing to sound only a little bit awkward. "Look. I don't want to push you into anything, but do you maybe want to —"

"Call Magnus? Look, that's a dead end, I know you're trying to be helpful, but —"

"—kiss me?" Jace finished.

Alec looked as if he were about to fall off his chair. "WHAT? What? What?"

"Once what would do." Jace did his best to look as if this were the sort of suggestion one made all the time. "I think it might help."

Alec looked at him with something like horror. "You don't mean that."

"Why wouldn't I mean it?"

"Because you're the straightest person I know. Possibly the straightest person in the universe."

"Exactly," Jace said, and leaned forward, and kissed Alec on the mouth.

The kiss lasted approximately four seconds before Alec pulled forcefully away, throwing his hands up as if to ward Jace off from coming at him again.

He looked as if he were about to throw up. "By the Angel," he said. "Don't ever do that again."

"Oh yeah?" Jace grinned, and almost meant it. "That bad?"

"Like kissing my brother," said Alec, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"I thought you might feel that way." Jace crossed his arms over his chest.

"Also, I'm hoping we can just gloss over all the irony in what you just said."

"We can gloss over whatever you want to," Alec said fervently. "Just don't kiss me again."

"I'm not going to. I have other business to take care of." Jace stood up, kicking his chair back. "If anyone asks where I am, tell them I went for a walk."

"Where are you actually going?" Alec asked, watching him walk to the door.

"To see Clary?"

"No." Jace shook his head. "I'm going to the Gard. I'm going to break Simon out of jail."