la pieza performatica que hice junto a @mixkaribe y @joaquincerdeiros, “Ceremonia del cazabe” junto al conjunto de mis piezas fotográficas, en honor a la resistencia indígena y africana en nuestras montañas.
la pieza performatica consistió en cultivar la yuca y derramar su jugo sagrado sobre el Cemí Yucahú, purificando así nuestros ritos para con la lucha y la identidad.
que resuene la lucha en nuestros corazones, la esencia y la magia de nuestra poderosa cultura. Jan jan katu. Hasta el próximo viento.
Borovinić - Bojović: Funkcije dođu i prođu, najvažnije je da ostanemo ljudi
Borovinić – Bojović: Funkcije dođu i prođu, najvažnije je da ostanemo ljudi
Kao što sam, od rođenja dvoje djece, Pavla i Filipa, bdila nad njima i vodila računa o njihovom zdravlju, tako sam postupala i sa svojim pacijentima od prvog dana kada sam obukla bijeli mantil, a onda isto tako nastavila da radim za dobrobit svih građana Crne Gore i sa pozicije ministarke zdravlja naše države, poručila je bivša ministarka zdravlja Jelena Borovinić-Bojović, prenosi portal Antena…
I knew my meds worked when I had drawn the whole day instead of getting distracted, though it also feels like I'm developing carpel tunnel..
ANYWAYS, me and my friend's wols, ft. @cemiestrellaffxiv @windup-yahri @windup-nuriha @peachieparadox @nixmcgalloway @algaesstupidlobsterblog @theawesomedraws (not in that order lol)
Tags: Modern AU/University, Falling in Love, Meet Cute (emphasis on cute)
Rating: Explicit (later chapters)
Desperate to cover rent, second year Journalism student Sanson Smyth agreed to take on one Guydelot Thildonnet as a roommate on behest of his best friend. Little did he know he was getting far more than he bargained for.
Or how two dorks fell head over heel in love.
From his vantage point in the kitchen, Sanson stole a look at Guydelot. He was tall even by Elezen standard, and had no qualms propping his feet up on Sanson's coffee table. At least he did leave his shoes by the door. His messy brown hair had teal highlights on the tips, which Sanson thought actually looked rather nice, and his shirt was a shade brighter than the hair if that was even possible. His eyes were icy blue, and they were staring back at Sanson. Oh shite—
“Done investigating me, Mr. Journalist?” Guydelot gave a wicked grin as Sanson's face turned scarlet. He didn't even stop strumming his guitar, instead turning the melody into a mocking lilt. Sanson looked away, embarrassed that he was caught in the act. “If you'd like to know more, you can just ask. I don't bite.”
Sanson couldn't believe what he was hearing. “Ask? I seem to recall you've only given me one word answers to all my questions so far.”
Guydelot chuckled, “That's because you were asking boring questions. I thought you journalists were supposed to be good at interviewing?” Sanson really wanted to chuck the salt grinder at Guydelot.
“Are you seriously expecting full professional conduct at home? Doesn't seem like it will be worth my effort.” A tinge of pride coursed through him as the Elezen accidentally let out a discordant twang from his guitar. He watched as Guydelot leisurely got up from the sofa and sauntered over to the kitchen, leaning down across the counter to put his gaze at Sanson's level.
“Sanson, was it?” He continued without waiting for the Hyur to reply, “I hope you aren’t actually this stiff in the field or I’d be sad for your interview subject. You’re supposed to find what makes them tick, not the other way around.”
Twelve, this man quite literally just moved in today and he had the gall to insult Sanson in his kitchen.
“Typically I also don't interview anyone who doesn't catch my interest,” he retorted.
“Oh? I believe you were the one eyeing me up and down before. You do know you're still blushing, right? Fetchingly, I may add.” Guydelot made a round gesture with his finger, encircling Sanson's face and making the Hyur sputter indignantly to the delight of the grinning Elezen.
“I am allowed to look at and measure people on my own time, in my own home. You didn't exactly exude a welcoming aura, Guydelot.” Sanson threw back, there was no way he's getting grilled without a fight.
“What was that about not judging a book by its cover? Anyway if you're wondering about measurement, I'm willing to let you have a personal look.” Guydelot punctuated his statement with a waggle of his eyebrows.