#hasta la vista peace out

[cuntyko]

this movie means quite a lot to me, like they dont make movies like this no more... its so 2000s lol quite actually literally everything.

its like the pg-13 bratz movie

personally I relate to the vegan slut... I can be a bit of a ditz sometimes and im def not intense enough to be the investigative reporter girl... like wewwww girl and im also not a cheerleader type

they got amazing one liners littered through out “slut in truck”

“oh girls peace and love no guys worth fighting over”

“prime time tucker, hasta la vista mother fuckka”

“i only model as a guy who as herpies”

“i used all my moms estrogen pills and now my mom looks like bernie mac”

“it’s not even my date and he still gets me out of my skirt”

“just pretend it’s a whaling ship and go greenpeace on their asses”

“i’m reporting from behind enemy lines a fortress if you will, where the innermost workings of the male psyche reveal themselves like a side under a microscope”

“i’d hit him with my car if he wouldn’t make a body cast a fashion statement”

it’s funny it’s camp it’s a little corny and cringy but i can look past that cause at the end of the day I love when girls team up against a common enemy its just everything…. especially when that enemy is a boy like hello thats how it should work out

#john tucker must die #girlblogger #girl interrupted syndrome #tumblrina #waif #real #film #2000s core #2006 #sophia bush #ashanti #britney snow #arielle kebbel

[piracytheorist]

Episode 5 German dub!

Anya: *asks to play in the castle* Loid: *savage mode activated*

"No. You can forget that."

"The government has better things to do than [watch over the castle] so you can have some fun in peace."

That's a rough translation, again I'm only conversational in German, but I like seeing how the dialogue transfers and adjusts in different languages.

Anya and Franky: A caaaaaaaaastle! Loid: Why are you flipping out too?!

"I am excited to see the chaos you'll create."

Again, I love the adjustment. Franky went full-on chaotic for the role and we love that for him.

HE SAID "HASTA LA VISTA BABY" I AM CRYING 🤣🤣

Loid, stuttering: "G-give the princess back." That Twilight fanboyTM: "I can't believe I'm experiencing such a performance live!"

I actually snorted a huge laugh there. Twilight is barely holding back his embarrassment and his fans are ready to pass out from excitement. Whatever language you experience that in, it's fucking hilarious.

O_O Do you actually use the word "shit" in German? Even the spoken dialogue used that. Is there a cultural difference between a German saying "shit" and "Scheiße"?

(I'm actually interested in this because the translation of "fuck" is... kind of a common, less heavy curse in Greek. It's almost equivalent to "Damnit", to the point where you'd hear it in TV shows airing around 9 pm. "Fuck" for me, in English, is heavy. "Γαμώτο"... is a word we say daily, like I'd use "Damnit"... Even "shit" is heavier than that one.)

(As for the translation, I couldn't catch the spoken dialogue. I think the subtitles say "Shit, she's going really hard on it.")

The "Euch" there catches my attention, because afaik it's the kind of "old", "fairytale-like" way of using formal you. Loid's still in the act of saving a princess so he uses appropriate pronouns - all other cases of formal you in the dub have the typical Sie/Ihnen that's used nowadays. That was an interesting detail.

(The translation is just "I'm here to save you, princess Anya.")

"Isn't that one zero too many?"

Hahahahahah. There will be a lot more zeros incoming :)))

I'm getting into it, to be honest. I had my reservations but this episode was real fun. Maybe it's because I also love this episode but still. I'll definitely watch more and let y'all know my findings.

#nette watches sxf #sxf

[hime-memes]

                         • Into The Spider Verse Soundtrack Starters • 

I was re-watching this movie the other night & remembered how good the soundtrack was. Here we are today, with a set of lyric starters ! Enjoy ! 

                   - Click the Song Titles to be redirected to a youtube™ video of them. –       As always: These have been modified for cohesive and sensical use for the general RPC. Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for the receiver’s muse !     Recommended For: Any Muses/Plots/Timelines.

Trigger Warnings For: Violence & some mild language

‘ Elevate ‘ “ I had to get out all alone. “  " I’ll figure it out on my own. “ “ I know what I really want now. “ “ ... And now I see clear in HD ! “ “ I ain't got time to waste. “ “ They wanna fight ? I'm just gon' let 'em hate. “ “ You better choose a side -- ! “ “ You gotta choose a side ! “  “ You better do what's right, or you’re gonna lose the fight ! “ “ This is my arena ! “ “ I'm the black widow with a bad stinger -- “  “ I'll make you scream like a bad singer. “ “ I'm everything that you wanna be, plus more ! “ “ ... Since there's no heroes anymore ... “ “ Who’s the bad man that a man gotta bash on ? “ “ They will slander me -- I just plan to be somethin' powerful for my family. “ “ I tried to balance life and my sanity. “ “ How can I possibly act right ? “ “ I know you heard 'bout my last fight ! “ “ ‘ Cause I win, over and over again ! “ “ Fightin' my demons; I'm nice for a reason. “ “ My strength and my honor is trusted by children. “ “ I'm ready and willing to fight all these villains ... “ “ No chaos or killings -- my style is so brilliant ! “  “ I may have lost the battle, but I will not lose the war ! “  “ And, I did everything that I did on my own. “ “ Better talk to me nice; better watch your tone ! “  ‘ Way Up ‘ “ I went from boy to a man. “  “ My opposition had to stand down. “ “ ... And I had to make a perfect plan. “ “ I had to fight for the city. “ “ I had to fight for the people ! “ “ You gotta do what all leaders do ... “ “ Everyone here ? We believe in you ! “ “ We know you can be a hero, 'cause we’ve seen you do it ! “ “ Now, there's no villains allowed. “ “ The competition was lethal ! “ “ Honestly, it's no biggie. “ “ I had to do what all leaders do. “ ‘ Familia ‘ “ Father, father, unforgivable -- “ “ This is my house; you made it personal. “ “ It's always trouble when they go too far -- “ “ Nobody mention my familia. “ “ Father, father, could you bless his soul ? “ “ He’s talking crazy, I may lose control ! “ “ La lealtad vale más que el dinero ! “ // “ Loyalty is worth more than money ! “  “ Y yo me vo' a morir leal y nunca como un traicionero ... “ // “ And I'm going to die loyal and never as a treacherous ... “ “ Yo hasta doy la vida por mi familia ! “ // “ I’ll even give my life for my family ! “ “ ... Y que en paz descansen los que se mueren de envidia ... “ // “ ... And may those who die of envy, rest in peace ... “ “ Y en la familia no se falla, pero si te traicionan ... “ // “ and in the family you don't fail, but if they betray you ... “ “ No les das la espalda, tú lo ayuda' y perdona'. “ // “ You don't turn your back on them, you help him, ' and forgive '. “ La familia primero. ” // “ Family First. “ “ No lo compra el dinero ! “ // “ Money don't buy it ! “ “ Real hasta la muerte -- ! “ // “ Real until death ! “ “ Yo nunca vo' a traicionarte ... “ // “ I will never betray you ... “ “ Y si tú te cae yo mismo vo' a levantarte. “ // “ And if you fall ? I myself will get up ... “ ” Nobody pop off; nobody get murked ! “ “ Nobody scream, it'll prolly get worse ... “ “ Now I'm the curse -- this is my terse. “ “ Before I kill 'em, Imma torture them first ! “ " You about to need a prayer from a preacher. “ “ Eye of the tiger, faster than a cheetah -- ! “ “ Hop out the spider, then it's hasta la vista ! “ “ Now you’re a dead man for real. “ ‘ Hide ‘ ” Need a drink ? “ “ Really think I found my home -- Shorty make me feel at home. “ “ She made me leave the thrills at home & I'm fine with it ... “ “ She really made me lose control. “ “ Imma let my love unfold. “ “ We're just two lost souls, but we're fine with it. “ “ There's love at my front door ... short notice ! “ “ You're not like the same girls, I notice. “ “ Think I met my soul mate, and yeah -- I know it. “  “ When it gets dark outside; In you I confide. “ “ You help me face my demons. “ “ I won't hide ... “ “ Girls like you are hard to find ! “  “ I hope you don't mind, If I give you the time of your life ! “  “ Life is not the same -- “ “ Now that you're here ? I want nothing to change ! “  “ You pick me up when I'm down, look - I need you around. “ “ You’ve seen me through my darkest times ... “ “ You brought meaning to my life ! “ “ All because of you, I do right. “ “ Because of you, I have a purpose ! “ “ I fight for the world, because you're worth it. “ ‘ Scared of the Dark ‘ ” I'm not scared of the dark. “ “ No, I'm not afraid of the fall ... “ “ I'm not scared, not at all !  “  “ Why would a star ever be afraid of the dark ? “  “ I ain't never scared & I ain't never horrified. “ “ I just looked down at my Rolex, it said it's the darkest times. “ “ I ain't never terrified, I ain't never petrified. “  “ You know I see dead people, I just tell 'em, ‘ Get a life ‘ ! " “ Let me testify. “ “ I have never testified. “ “  I'm married to my pride. “  “ I got eyes like marbles; if I cry -- they sparkle ! “ “ You know I can read your mind like I'm the author. “ “ Take a deep sigh, it’s a sayōnara, I ain't afraid to die ... “ ” Okay, put my heart to the side. “ “ In my feelings, hey - let's ride. “ “ ‘ That’s my baby ! ‘, Boy, you crazy ! “  “ If only you count the tears I've cried ... “ “ A million times, I swear I've died ! “ “ I'm trying, but it's still not right -- “ ‘ Memories ‘ “ My memories came back in the form of someone else. “ “ I know this feelin', yes, I know this very well ! “  “ Why won't you love me now ? “ “ It's gon' take some gettin' used to. “ “ You feel the pain when it hits you. “ “ Don't you ever let them fool you ! “ “ ' Cause I know, that you know, that it ain't true. “ “ I learned the hard way about trust ... about us. “ “ We're not so stable anymore. “ “ What's left if I give you my all ? “ “ You stepped over me like a sidewalk. “ “ That's your loss ! “  “ You self-destruct and I watch. “ “ I can't deal with ya. “ “ I finally had enough. “

‘ Home ‘ “ I'm at war with their enforcement. “ “ Tryna fight for what's right and got sidetracked ... “ “ Where is your mind at ? ... ( Never mind that ! ) “  “ I stay with my brethren & pay for protection. “ “ I'm doing what's right and not askin' no questions. “ " I'm ready and waitin' for my day of salvation. “ “ I’m right where I belong now. “ “ They're looking for saviors. “ “ I'm looking for safety. “ “ I'm never gon' beg or plead. “ “ Say it out loud: Are you ready for war ? “ ‘ Start a Riot ‘ ” Who in here tryna start a riot ? “ “ That ain't no flyin' saucer ... “ “ You better just fix your posture ! “ “ And every hero needs his theme song, so -- “ “ You ain't got a chance, boy ... “ “ I thrown in everything but the kitchen sink ! “ “ I try to be friendly in the neighborhood. “ “ ... And here you come, all bargin' in ! “ “ ... All ugly like a brown fur cardigan ... “  “ I'm comin' through with my crew to make 'em pay ! “  “ I don't need no super suit, I'm feelin' brave ! “  “ Don't be a hero -- turn around & walk away ... “  “ Every day is like a sticky situation, when evil's lookin' for a chance ... “   “ We got the power in our hands ! “  ‘ Invincible ‘ “ I wanna feel like I can't come down ! “  “ I got a dream so I can't stop now. “  “ I gotta stop feeling invisible -- and start feeling invincible ! “  “ The hardest thing is believing in your dreams ... “  “ I feel like a stranger to myself, and sometimes that feels dangerous. “ “ ... But, I'll bet you'll see me for who I truly am. “  “ Some days I look in mirrors, and I wonder who's that man ... “  ” When your fear's near, you don't wanna get closer ! “  ‘ Let Go ‘  ” Sometimes I don't really know myself. “ “ Devil’s on my back, pray for me -- I need help. “ “ An angel’s in the front tryna guide my steps. “  “ Who do you call when you need some help ? “ “ Who do you call when you by yourself ? “ “ Who do you call when you feel down low ? “ “ I just wanna scream -- I just wanna explode ! “  “ I got a devil on my left & a angel on my right. “ “ I'm just tryna live my life; You know I'm just hangin' in the fight. “  “ Violence in the streets: I just wanna calm the beast ! “  “ All these problems I'm just fightin' with myself are enemies. “  “ I'm looking for my happiness now. “ ‘ Sunflower ‘ ” Needless to say; I keep her in check ! “  “ Callin' it quits now ? Baby, I'm a wreck ... “  “ Crash at my place -- Baby, you're a wreck. “ “ Someone took a big ‘ L ‘; Don't know how that felt ! “  “ Lookin' at you sideways, party on tilt ... “  “ Some things you just can't refuse. “ “ She wanna ride me like a cruise & I'm not tryna lose ! “ “ ... Then, you're left in the dust. “  “ I think your love would be too much. “  “ You don't make it easy -- no. “ “ Wish I could be there for you ! “  “ Every time I'm walkin' out, I can hear you tellin' me to turn around ... “ “ Fightin' for my trust & you won't back down ... “ “ Even if we gotta risk it all right now ? “ “ I know you're scared of the unknown & you don't wanna be alone ... “ “ I know I always come and go ... but, it's out of my control. “ ‘ What’s Up Danger ‘ ” Two-thousand surroundin' us. “  “ You’d travel two-thousand kilometers to hang out with us ?! “  “ What's up, danger ? “ “ Ayy, gettin' old; they doubted us ! ( Makes it that more marvelous. ) “ “' Cause I like high chances that I might lose. “ “ I'm insane, but on my toes -- I could keep the world balanced on my nose. “ “ I had a slumber party wit' all my foes. “  “ Now, I wear 'em like a badge of honor on all my clothes. “ “ If I'm crazy, I'm on my own. “ “ If I'm waitin', it's on my throne. “ “ If I sound lazy; just ignore my tone ! “ “ Mama was always askin', ‘ Where did I go wrong ’ ?! " “ I like it when trouble brews, I won't dare change ! “ “ I like it when there's turbulence on my airplanes. “  “ I like it when I sense things that I can't see yet ... “ ‘ Save the Day ‘ “ I pull up and save the day. “  “ How could I forget ? “  “ It takes some courage to bet. “ “ That must be why you’re in debt. “ “ You take the bait and get caught in the net ! “  “ Evil will never prevail, suckers ! “  “ What is real will never fail to prosper. “ “ All of these people sayin' that they want the treasure ? “ “ Careful of the wishes you make up on your blessings. “ “ Because the devil in you is plottin' against you ... “ “ ... And you'll find that your worst enemy is within you. “ “ It's me & my friends & I know that they got me ! “ “ Got no fear in my heart 'cause I know that I'm brave. “ “ Never gave up, kept my head in the game ! “ “ If you ever get lost, then I'll come back and find you ! “ “ On a bad day, a villain can't defeat me -- “ “ Everybody gotta fear when there's combat. “

#lyric sentence starters #song lyric meme #lyric starters #rp meme #roleplay sentence starters #roleplay meme

[six-paths-of-jeanmarco]

Eurovision 2008 vs 2009

Albania: Zemrën e lamë peng vs Carry Me in Your Dreams Andorra: Casanova vs La teva decisió (Get a Life) (their last 3 entries should have all qualified) Armenia: Qélé, Qélé vs Jan Jan Azerbaijan: Day After Day vs Always Belarus: Hasta la vista vs Eyes That Never Lie Belgium: O Julissi vs Copycat Bosnia and Herzegovina: Pokušaj vs Bistra voda Bulgaria: DJ, Take Me Away vs Illusion Croatia: Romanca vs Lijepa Tena Cyprus: Femme Fatale vs Firefly Czechia: Have Some Fun vs Aven Romale Denmark: All Night Long vs Believe Again Estonia: Leto svet vs Rändajad Finland: Missä miehet ratsastaa vs Lose Control France: Divine vs Et s'il fallait le faire Georgia: Peace Will Come vs We Don't Wanna Put In Germany: Disappear vs Miss Kiss Kiss Bang Greece: Secret Combination vs This Is Our Night Hungary: Candlelight vs Dance with Me Iceland: This Is My Life vs Is It True? Ireland: Irelande Douze Pointe vs Et Cetera Israel: The Fire in Your Eyes vs There Must Be Another Way Latvia: Wolves of the Sea vs Probka Lithuania: Nomads in the Night vs Love Malta: Vodka vs What If We Moldova: A Century of Love vs Hora din Moldova Montenegro: Zauvijek volim te vs Just Get Out of My Life Netherlands: Your Heart Belongs to Me vs Shine North Macedonia: Let Me Love You vs Nešto što kje ostane Norway: Hold On Be Strong vs Fairytale Poland: For Life vs I Don't Wanna Leave Portugal: Senhora do mar (Negras águas) vs Todas as ruas do amor Romania: Pe-o margine de lume vs The Balkan Girls Russia: Believe vs Mamo San Marino: Complice Serbia: Oro vs Cipela Slovakia: Leť tmou Slovenia: Vrag naj vzame vs Love Symphony Spain: Baila el Chiki Chiki vs La noche es para mi Sweden: Hero vs La Voix Switzerland: Era stupendo vs The Highest Heights Türkiye: Deli vs Düm Tek Tek Ukraine: Shady Lady vs Be My Valentine! (Anti-Crisis Girl) United Kingdom: Even If vs It's My Time

2008: 14 vs 2009: 28

#eurovision #esc 2008 #esc 2009

[bma-2020]

If youre upset that I‘m not really online anymore I’m sorry but I’m working two jobs now and its not like most people were actively interested in writing with me anyways as much as just reblogging things from me for themselves or to respond once or twice and claim ‘oh we’re so open to writing with anyone! look we write w females im so special!’ for free brownie points and honestly im not abt the fake shit

#this place gotta get off its high horse and i got more important shit to do #I’m finishing a few chapters of my novel im certified in more subjects #and i think i broke my ankle but i cant tell cause im autistic and my sense of pain is broken #if i ever can earn money from twitch it’ll be three jobs #but if we count unpaid jobs im working five #out. #tbd #anyways yall know how to reach me and if ya wanna reach me any other way just im me and ill get to it eventually #love yall but lbr this website doesnt deserve mally so #im pmuch only coming on here to write replies as i get them and thats it #hasta la vista peace out

[veronicawritesstuff]

Runaway Baby (Sweet Pea x reader)

A/N: This is written in first person point of view. This fic also discusses running away so reader be aware. I wrote this to release so emotions that have been building up. Please enjoy. :) Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars was stuck in my head as I was writing. 

"I, Y/N L/N, have come to realize I hate modern society and don't want to live in it. I have also come to realize the only reason I am depressed is because of modern society. It's so superficial and meticulous. Step out of line for one second and you're not worth the air you breathe. Have a different view of the world than someone else, you're weird. I'm tired of it. This isn't a good bye. I just can't be here right now. I don't want to go to college then slave away at a 9-5 job for the rest of my life. That sounds so fucking dreadful. I'm going to take the time and find myself. Please don't come looking for me. You won't find me."

The last words I will give to my mother are written down on the paper I hold in my hand. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. After so many years of being stuck, I'm finally leaving. I wonder if Sweet Pea will be going with. Writing the note to my mother was easy, that conversation with Pea was not. 

*Flashback (2 weeks)*

Sweet Pea and I are lying in his bed after having a tickle fight. As my laughter dies down and we’re both panting. I turn to see him already looking at me. It was early and the sun was shining right on Sweets through the curtains. “God you look so beautiful,” Sweets says to me. Blushing, I shrug and respond, “You too, handsome.” The next words I say stun the Serpent. “We should run away,” I say gazing into his chocolate brown eyes, “We should just leave Riverdale.” He was shocked, so shocked that he didn’t respond. I didn’t take offense to it since it was a lot to take in. “Just think about it,” I say and I close my eyes and bathe in the light of the sun. 

Sweet Pea had not said anything in about 2 hours. I was so sure he was truly thinking about it boy I was wrong. Peaceful one second, screaming the next. “Why,” Pea’s voice startled me out of my peaceful reverend, “would you ask me that? Like we don’t already have enough problems here to sort out.” Serpent tension with Ghoulies had only amped up since graduating high school 2 years ago. They have a lot of free time to enact revenge or whatever. “It was just a thought,” I reasoned unphased about the tone in his voice, “Nothing more. Nothing less.” 

“Didn’t seem like just a thought when you were talking about it,” his voice got more intense and loud. I brushed off the whole conversation by saying, “Cool, fine, forget about it. It was a stupid idea anyway.” I don't think he liked that because he got up, shot me one last glare and stormed out of his trailer. 

*3 days later*

Sweets hasn't talked to me for 3 days. I started to gather the stuff I would need to run away. I am leaving with or without him. I really hope it’s with him. I’m praying to all the Gods to convince his stubborn ass to come with. I have a list of ways to properly vanish. 

Delete yourself from the internet (Includes all social media platforms.)

Leave for long periods at a time (One day you can leave and not go back, it would be less suspicious.)

Gather essential items needed for survival (Self explanatory, though I could live without the boxes for books. I am not leaving my books behind.)

Plan an escape (I don’t want to alarm my mother by packing my car with my stuff while she is at home. I pack when she is at work (too easy).)

In case Step 2 fails, leave a note. (You have already read the note.)

Leave. Vanish. Hasta la vista.

Was it perfect? No.

Would it work? Yes. 

*End of flashback*

The day Sweet Pea made his decision, my car was packed and ready to go. I should have left my car behind but I’m not too worried about it. I did go the extra mile and removed my sim card from my phone and smashed it to pieces. My old life is gone and I couldn’t be happier. Sweet Pea walked up the length of my driveway right and I loaded the last box full of my books. I have everything I need; entertainment, money, food, and clothes. I really needed wanted Sweet Pea. 

“Wow,” Sweet Pea said, “you weren’t kidding.” I could not turn around, in case I saw he wasn’t coming with me. “Yeah,” the air was tense, this may very well be the last time I see his beautiful face. I turn to look at the man I want to spend my life with. “I wish you were coming with me,” I say, “My car still has room. I made sure of it.” Sweet Pea’s heart strings tugged, “You did? What if I really didn’t want to come,” I perked up a bit, “Then tough for me.” He smiled when I said that he knew was serious about leaving the second I brought it up and commended me for not trying to force him to go with me. He respected my willpower and knew what he wanted. “Soo, where should I put these?” He asks pulling his bags from the bushes. He was teasing me this whole time, he was truly coming with. I could not contain the scream and jumped into his arms. “Oh my god, Thank. You. Thank. You. Thank. You,” I say, kissing him in between each word. 

Finally our lips met with such intensity that it knocked the wind right out of us. We pulled away panting. The wind around us started to pick up, it was almost as if Mother Nature knew what was happening. Once my feet hit the ground I grabbed Pea’s bags and threw them into the backseat. We both got into my car; with one final look at each other, a wide smile, I was pulling out my driveaway and heading to nowhere. With my ride or die by my side.

#riverdale #riverdale imagines #southside #southside serpents #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x you #serpents #ansgt #leaving home #moving on #running away together #freedom

[dragonmartellstark]

At the coronation of Rhaenyra as Regent Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Jacaerys was chosen as his heir, but his figure was not well seen by others due to his supposed bastardy, his mother assured that he carried his blood, dragon blood and with that should be enough.

Jacaerys was engaged to her cousin, Baela Targaryen, but despite maintaining a good relationship, the two did not love each other and it is known that Baela did not like the idea of ​​being queen since she had to obey the protocol and rules that according to her, were absurd. In 132 a. C., Jacaerys made a long journey through the Seven Kingdoms settling in for a time in Winterfell where he met Sara Snow, the bastard sister of Cregan Stark and it is known that he fell madly in love with her. The prince extended his stay in the North for a few more months to meet that young woman who had amazed him and both became lovers during that time sharing time in hunting parties, card games and in the boy's bedroom.

Queen Rhaenyra demanded that her son return to court in order to officially marry his cousin Baela, but Jacaerys disobeyed his mother and secretly married Sara in the heart tree of Winterfell, where he gave himself to her under the testimony of the Old Gods. This marriage was something bittersweet for Cregan since he had four daughters with Alysanne Blackwood with whom the prince could marry, but in the end Cregan declared his sister as Rickon Stark's legitimate daughter.

Rhaenyra and Daemon were unhappy with the prince for having humiliated Princess Baela in this way and also displeased with Lord Cregan for accepting that marriage. Baela Targaryen did not show upset and accepted that her cousin was happy, in addition to revealing that she had a lover of hers, her cousin, Alyn Velaryon and she wanted to marry hers as she no longer had a fiancé. In the end Rhaenyra accepted this marriage and declared Sara legitimate to be able to have a formal wedding taking place in the year 133 a. C., being a double ceremony in which Jacaerys and Sara were married, in addition to Alyn and Baela.

Jacaerys and Sara soon consummated their union as a very passionate couple. In the year 135 a. C., was born the first daughter of the couple, Rhaenys named in honor of her grandmother Rhaenyra of her and Princess Rhaenys, the queen that she never was. Two years later Aerion was born, the future Aerion I Targaryen and he had the platinum hair and purple eyes of his maternal family proving that Jacaerys was of Valyrian blood.

The couple was happy and despite not having more children, they were very close and shared the same room. With the passage of time Sara gained the appreciation of hers-in-law of hers the princes Lucerys, Joffrey and Aegon, in addition to the sympathy of Helaena Targaryen and hers of her children who saw her as "a new queen." In 152 a. C., her son Aerion married one of Lucerys and Rhaena's daughters, Princess Laena Velaryon with whom he had a daughter, Rhaenyra.

In 157 a. C., Queen Rhaenyra I passed away and Jacaerys was crowned as Jacaerys I using the Targaryen surname instead of Velaryon. Sara could not be crowned due to the king's problems with faith refusing to declare a bastard queen, but Jacaerys chose to change to the Supreme Septon being supplanted by a man known as "Bar" who crowned Sara as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms in 159 a. C.

During the reign of her husband, Aenar Targaryen, Aegon's eldest son "the youngest" (Jacaerys' younger half-brother) rebelled against the king declaring himself the sole king after the death of his father in 160 a. C., this rebellion is known as "the war of Valyrian succession". This war put the royal family in great danger suffering an assassination attempt that was stopped by Joffrey Velaryon protecting the family from him until the end. This rebellion ended in 162 a. C., when Jacaerys convinced Aenar to marry his granddaughter, Rhaenyra who was Aerion's only heir when he ascended to the throne, in this way Aenar and Rhaenyra would reign in the Seven Kingdoms together. This deal was supported by the Velaryon, the Starks, and Aenar's younger sister, Jelaena, so the prince agreed to marry the little princess.

The following years were calm and peaceful for the kings enjoying a certain popularity for being conciliators, in addition to their works of charity to the convents, orphanages and schools of the Capital.

Sara did not separate from Jacaerys being her faithful and beloved companion, she was even with him when he was sick with smallpox in the year 179 a. C. The queen took care of her husband for four days, but during those days she was also infected and had to be in bed away from Jacaerys. That same year Jacaerys passed away at the age of 64, when Sara found out about her death and cried for her for a long time and her condition only worsened, dying two days after the king. Both were cremated and their ashes were buried together.

A la coronación de Rhaenyra como Reina regente de los Siete Reinos, Jacaerys fue elegido como su heredero, pero su figura no era bien vista por los demás debido a su supuesta bastardía, su madre aseguro que el llevaba su sangre, sangre del dragón y con eso debía ser suficiente.

Jacaerys estaba prometido con su prima, Baela Targaryen, pero pese a mantener una buena relación ambos no se amaban y se sabe que Baela no le agradaba la idea de ser reina puesto a que tenia que obedecer el protocolo y las reglas que según ella, eran absurdas. En el 132 d. C., Jacaerys hizo un largo viaje por los Siete Reinos instalándose en por un tiempo en Invernalia donde conoció a Sara Nieve, la hermana bastarda de Cregan Stark y se sabe que el quedo perdidamente enamorado de ella. El príncipe alargo su estancia en el Norte por unos meses mas para conocer aquella joven que lo tenia maravillado y ambos se convirtieron en amantes durante ese tiempo compartiendo el tiempo en partidas de caza, juegos de cartas y en la alcoba del chico.

La reina Rhaenyra exigió a su hijo volver a la corte para así casarse oficialmente con su prima Baela, pero Jacaerys desobedeció a su madre y se caso en secreto con Sara en el árbol corazón de Invernalia, donde se entregó a ella bajo el testimonio de los Antiguos Dioses. Este casamiento fue algo agridulce para Cregan ya que tenia cuatro hijas con Alysanne Blackwood con las que el príncipe podía casarse, pero al final Cregan declaro a su hermana como hija legitima de Rickon Stark.

Rhaenyra y Daemon estaban descontentos con el príncipe al haber humillado a la princesa Baela de esa forma y también disgustados con Lord Cregan por aceptar aquel casamiento. Baela Targaryen no se mostro disgustada y acepto que su primo fuera feliz, además de revelar que ella tenia un amante su primo, Alyn Velaryon y quería casarse con el al ya no tener ningún prometido. Al final Rhaenyra acepto este casamiento y declaro legitima a Sara para poder realizarse una boda formal celebrándose esta en el año 133 d. C., siendo una doble ceremonia en la cual se casaron Jacaerys y Sara, además de Alyn y Baela.

Jacaerys y Sara no tardaron en consumar su unión siendo una pareja bastante apasionada. En el año 135 d. C., nació la primera hija de la pareja, Rhaenys nombrada en honor a su abuela Rhaenyra y a la princesa Rhaenys, la reina que nunca fue. Dos años después nació Aerion, el futuro Aerion I Targaryen y este tenia el cabello platino y los ojos morados de su familia materna demostrando que Jacaerys era de sangre valyria.

La pareja fue feliz y pesé a no tener mas hijos fueron muy unidos y compartían la misma habitación. Con el paso del tiempo Sara se gano el aprecio de sus cuñados los príncipes Lucerys, Joffrey y Aegon, además de la simpatía de Helaena Targaryen y sus hijos que la veían como “una nueva reina”. En el 152 d. C., su hijo Aerion se caso con una de las hijas de Lucerys y Rhaena, la princesa Laena Velaryon con la cual tuvo una hija, Rhaenyra.

En el 157 d. C., falleció la reina Rhaenyra I y Jacaerys fue coronado como Jacaerys I usando el apellido Targaryen en vez del Velaryon. Sara no pudo ser coronada debido a los problemas que tuvo el rey con la fe negándose a declarar a una bastarda como reina, pero Jacaerys opto por cambiar al Septon Supremo siendo suplantado por un hombre conocido como “Bar” quien corono a Sara como Reina de los Siete Reinos en el 159 d. C.

Durante el reinado de su marido, Aenar Targaryen, el hijo mayor de Aegon “el menor” (medio hermano menor de Jacaerys) se rebelo contra el rey declarándose como único rey después de la muerte de su padre en el año 160 d. C., esta rebelión se conoce como “la guerra de sucesión valyria”. Esta guerra hizo peligrar mucho a la familia real sufriendo un intento de asesinato que fue detenido por Joffrey Velaryon protegiendo a su familia hasta el final. Esta rebelión acabo en el 162 d. C., cuando Jacaerys convenció a Aenar de casarse con su nieta, Rhaenyra quien era la única heredera de Aerion cuando este subiera al trono, de ese modo Aenar y Rhaenyra reinarían en juntos los SIete Reinos. Este trato fue apoyado por los Velaryon, los Stark y por la hermana menor de Aenar, Jelaena por lo que el principe acepto casarse con la pequeña princesa.

Los años siguientes fueron tranquilos y pacíficos para los reyes gozando de cierta popularidad por ser unos conciliadores, además de sus obras de caridad a los conventos, orfanatos y escuelas de la Capital. 

Sara no se separo de Jacaerys siendo su fiel y amada compañera, incluso estuvo con el cuando este enfermo de viruela en el año 179 d. C.. La reina cuido por cuatro días a su marido, pero durante esos días ella también se contagio y tuvo que estar en cama alejada de Jacaerys. Ese mismo año Jacaerys falleció a los 64 años de edad, cuando Sara se entero de su muerte lloro por un largo tiempo y su estado no hizo mas que empeorar falleciendo dos días después que el rey. Ambos fueron incinerados y sus cenizas fueron enterradas juntas.

#Jacaerys Velaryon #Sara Snow #Rhaenyra I Targaryen #Daemon Targaryen #Aerion Targaryen #Aenar Targaryen #cregan stark

[unfantasmaficker]

La chica en la azotea/ The girl on the roof PT.2

En las alcantarillas todo está tranquilo, abril se encuentra en la escuela, Mikey debe estar leyendo comics, Rafa alimenta a Spike y desde mi laboratorio apenas podía escuchar la televisión sintonizando el programa de Leo, seguía investigando la tecnología del Kraang y aunque este día no fue tan malo aún tenía mi curiosidad puesta en esa chica, que será de ella? Hoy ella también tuvo un día horrible? Cuando tengo dudas en mi cabeza no puedo completar bien mi trabajo así que apague mi laptop por un momento y salí de mi laboratorio solo una salida rápida como todas las demás

-   A dónde vas Donnie? –

Esa es la voz de mi hermano Leo que aun viendo la televisión se dio cuenta de mi intento para salir a la superficie

-   Solo voy a tomar un poco de aire fresco Leo, no tardare mucho –

-   Hhhhmm está bien, no dejes que nadie te vea aún hay luz en las calles –

Volví a mí misma ruta para salir y empecé a caminar por las alcantarillas, si voy a seguir haciendo esto debería aprenderme una ruta más sencilla para llegar a su apartamento, quien sabe tal vez la visite solo unas cuantas veces más, de nuevo esto es con fines de curiosidad! La forma en que ella descarga su ira es muy peculiar pero efectiva, debo vigilarla para que su rango de descargar su ira no sobre pase los limites, quien sabe tal vez ella sea nuestra próxima enemiga! Lo cual espero que no sea así.

Llegue a su apartamento y ya casi iba a anochecer, no pude acercarme mucho esta vez porque ella ya estaba ahí, observe con cuidado y note que el suelo estaba limpio

“de seguro limpio los vidrios de la noche anterior”

Ahora ella solamente estaba ahí, leyendo un libro recostada, no podía ver la portada pero si podía ver su rostro, ella estaba sonriendo y riendo? Al parecer debe ser un libro muy bueno o muy divertido para ella, su paz fue interrumpida por una paloma que justo aterrizo en la misma azotea que ella y algo cerca, a ella no le pareció importarle acerco su mano con cuidado y acaricio al ave, se sentó de piernas cruzadas y

Le empezó a contar de su libro a la paloma?...

Es decir yo hago lo mismo con cabeza de metal o Timothy, pero una paloma? Esta chica es rara, si supiera que no solo la paloma puede escucharla yo también estoy ahí, por la descripción de la historia parece ser el cuento de la Bella y la Bestia y según sus palabras es su cuento favorito, yo también leo pero soy más de artículos científicos y acerca de los últimos avances en Robótica, creo que fue hace mucho cuando leí un cuento de fantasía, empezó a leer el cuento desde el inicio solo para su plumado nuevo amigo que cómodamente se había sentado también en la azotea junto a ella, todo iba bien su voz era calmante y dulce, muy diferente a la voz fuerte y ruidosa que había escuchado salir de ella la noche anterior, cerré los ojos un momento y recargue mi cabeza en el tanque de agua desde el cual podía observarla pero ella a mí no.

Aun ni siquiera ella había terminado de leer el Capítulo 2 de la historia y fuertes gritos molestos de un señor se oyeron dentro del departamento, me alerte un poco que hice ruido, me mantuve quieto por mi error con esperanza a que ella no me hubiera escuchado y cuando espíe un poco, pude ver que ella efectivamente miraba a mi dirección, nueva nota sus ojos son marrones oscuros, tenía miedo de que viniera para acá y me descubriera ya que podía escuchar sus pasos acercarse pero otra vez los gritos estallaron.

-   Y/N!!!! VEN PARA ACA JOVENCITA!! –

Un suspiro muy fuerte y lleno de fastidio salió de ella y con la misma voz fuerte de ayer respondió a ese gritón

-   Ya voy!! Ya voy!, diablos que no sabes hacer otra cosa aparte de gritar?!-

Su nombre, el nombre es Y/N, ese es su nombre, es lindo supongo, otra vez asome mi cabeza y pude ver como con cuidado tomaba a la paloma y la sacaba a volar, recogió su libro y entro por la puerta del techo, azotándola fuertemente fue como me aviso que ella ya no se encontraba, aun podía escuchar ruidos, reconocía su voz pero la del señor ahora era un nuevo misterio y todavía este misterio se agrando más al oír la voz de una mujer en varias ocasiones, serán sus padres? Cuidan de ella? Personas para las que trabaja? Nueva teoría, creo que e descubierto la razón del porque necesita descargar su ira.

En mi regreso a las alcantarillas fui sorprendido por mis hermanos, estaban los tres esperándome en el techo vecino a la entrada a las alcantarillas, esto será entretenido.

-   Entonces Donnie, disfrutaste tu salida? –

-   Si Leo, gracias por preguntar. –

-   Y donde estabas metido que te tuviste que tardar hasta el anochecer? –

Esta vez fue Rafael el que hablo con su tan característico acento sarcástico.

-   Solo fue una vuelta, me perdí un poco en el camino, de acuerdo? –

-   Amigo tranquilo, Abril y Casey están en las alcantarillas y cuando Abril supo que no estabas se preocupó, veníamos a ver que no estuvieras en problemas –

Mikey se acercó a mí y me abrazo por el hombro no sé si esperaba una respuesta obvia de “En serio?! Abril se preocupó por mí?!” porque sinceramente ya no tenía ni siquiera ganas de pensar en eso, solo sonreí y le di golpes suaves en su caparazón en muestra de que entiendo su preocupación, empecé a bajar las escaleras contra incendio y aun pensaba en la vista de hoy, huh, tal vez le daré una hojeada a el libro de la Bella y la Bestia.

English Version 

Everything is quiet in the sewers, April is at school, Mikey must be reading comics, Rafa feeds Spike and from my laboratory I could barely listen to the television tuning into Leo's program, I was still investigating the technology of the Kraang and although this day I did not It was so bad I still had my curiosity set on that girl, what will become of her? Today she also had a horrible day? When I have doubts in my head I cannot complete my work well so I turned off my laptop for a moment and left my laboratory just a quick exit like all the others

- Where are you going Donnie? -

That is the voice of my brother Leo who, even watching television, realized my attempt to surface

- I'm just going to get some fresh air Leo, it won't take long -

- Hhhhmm okay, don't let anyone see you there is still light in the streets -

I went back to my same route to get out and started walking through the sewers, if I am going to continue doing this I should learn an easier route to get to her apartment, who knows maybe I will visit her only a few more times, again this is with curiosity fines! The way she discharges her anger is very peculiar but effective, I must watch her so that her range of discharging her anger does not exceed the limits, who knows maybe she will be our next enemy! Which I hope is not the case. I got to her apartment and it was almost dusk, I couldn't get too close this time because she was already there, I looked carefully and noticed that the floor was clean "I'm sure she clean the glass from the night before." Now she was just there, reading a book lying down, I couldn't see the cover but I could see her face, was she smiling and laughing? Apparently it must be a very good or very funny book for her, her peace was interrupted by a pigeon that just landed on the same roof as her and something close, she did not seem to mind, approaching her hand carefully and caressing the bird, sat cross-legged and Did she just start to tell the dove about her book? ... I mean I do the same with metal head or Timothy, but a pigeon? This girl is strange, if she knew that not only the dove can hear her, I am also there, from the description of the story it seems to be the story of Beauty and the Beast and according to her words it is her favorite story, I also read but I am more of scientific articles and about the latest advances in Robotics, I think it was a long time ago when I read a fantasy story, she began to read the story from the beginning only for her feathered new friend who had also comfortably sat on the roof next to her , everything was going well her voice was soothing and sweet, very different from the loud and loud voice I had heard coming out of her the night before, I closed my eyes for a moment and leaned my head into the water tank from which I could observe her but she Not me.

Even she had not finished reading Chapter 2 of the story and there were loud and annoying screams from a man inside the apartment, they alerted me a little that I made noise, I was silent for my mistake hoping that she had not heard me and when I leaned out a bit, I could see that he was indeed looking in my direction, new note his eyes are dark brown, I was afraid that he would come here and discover me since I could hear his footsteps approaching but again the screams broke out.

- Y / N !!!! COME HERE YOUNG LADY !! -

From her came a very strong and annoying sigh and with the same strong voice from yesterday she responded to those cries.

- I'm going!! I'm going! Hell, can't you do anything but scream? -

Her name, the name is Y / N, that's her name, it's cute I guess, again I poked my head out and could see how she carefully took the pigeon and took it out to fly, took her book and entered through the roof door , by whipping it hard,  it was how she warned me that she was gone, I could still hear noises, I recognized her voice but the voice of the man was now a new mystery and this mystery was further aggravated when hearing a woman's voice on several occasions, Are ther her parents? Do they take care of her? People she works for? New theory, I think I've figured out why you need to vent your anger. Upon my return to the sewers I was surprised by my brothers, the three of them were waiting for me on the roof next to the entrance to the sewers, this will be entertaining.

- Donnie, did you enjoy your outing? -

- Yes Leo, thanks for asking. -

- And where were you trapped that you had to wait until dark? -

This time it was Rafael who spoke with his characteristic sarcastic accent. - It was just a lap, I got a little lost on the way, okay? -

- Easy dude, April and Casey are in the sewers and when April found out that you were not there, she got worried, we came to see that you were not in trouble -

Mikey came up to me and hugged me by the shoulder. I don't know if he was expecting an obvious answer of "Really? Does April care about me?" Because honestly, I didn't even want to think about it anymore, I just smiled and patted his shell as a sign that I understood his concern, I started going down the fire escape and still thinking about today's visit.

 (I’m so sorry for my bad English)

#donatello x reader #fanfic #tmnt2012 #donatello

[love-valentin-29]

                YO Y MIS CREENCIAS (ME AND MY BELIEFS)

El día de ayer tuve que salir a la ciudad para un proceso de reclutamiento y antes de ir me prepare mentalmente, para tener una mente limpia y no dejarme dominar por mis pensamientos y emociones, algo que yo llamo hablar con el corazón. ahora quiero aprender a como conectar la mente con el corazón, y para eso hago ejercicio de respiración con el método de WIM HOF, un ejemplo de lo que quiero decir es como cuando te enfocas en ejercitar un musculo en específico del cuerpo, ya sea brazo, pierna etc. tu enfoque está en trabajar ese musculo, hasta parece que cuando uno hace ese enfoque se obtienen mejores resultados. Pues así quiero conectar mi corazón con mi cerebro ya que siento que los dos están separados, mi mente me ayuda a hablar con raciocinio y lógica pero mi corazón el cual a mi punto de vista parece que es el encargado de las emociones, algo que se me hace muy difícil de dominar, y cuando pienso en alguien o en un lugar en específico siento que eso lo proyecto hacia los demás, algo que me da mucho miedo, y eso es lo peor, porque sentir miedo ya es una emoción, resumiendo: mi teoría es que un pensamiento del corazón acompañado de una emoción le da más fuerza a la proyección. He buscado bastante información sobre este fenómeno. Algunas creencias dicen que se debe a la ley de atracción, esta sugiere que lo que pensamos lo proyectamos al universo y este nos responderá dependiendo de lo que pensemos, ejemplo: se atrae lo que uno piensa, que hay que desearlo de todo corazón, pero hay un defecto que no me gusta de esta ley que dice: si aquello que piensas ya sea que lo desees o no lo desees el universo te lo dará. Otra creencia es la de las buenas y malas vibras, aquellos que creen en esto suelen suponer que cuando hablan o ven a alguien determinan si es una persona que transmite buenas o malas vibras, otra creencia habla sobre que nosotros somos energía, que lo que pensamos y sentimos son energías. Yo Practiqué todas estas creencias pero ninguna me ayudo a obtener la paz que tanto busco, lo único que me ayudo fue creer en dios y en cristo Jesús. En el sé que puedo llegar en la mañana, hincar mis rodillas y pedir su protección, sé que puedo llegar hasta el final del día humillarme a él y pedirle perdón por todo lo malo que pensé, hable e hice en el transcurso del día y lo mejor de todo es que sé que me recibirá con los brazos abiertos, porque sé que no soy perfecto y que cada día es una lucha constante contra mi mismo. A veces siento que soy el único que lucha contra este problema de las emociones del corazón pero con solo pensar que en el mundo hay miles de millones de personas me hace pensar que pueden existir personas con mi mismo problema.  

Yesterday I had to go out to the city for a recruitment process and before I go I prepared mentally to have a clean mind and not let me dominate by my thoughts and emotions, something I call talking from the heart. Now I want to learn how to connect the mind with the heart and for that I do breathing exercise with the WIM HOF method, an example of what I mean is like when you focus on exercising a specific body muscle, be it arm, leg, etc. your focus is on working that muscle. it even seems that when you do that approach you get better results. That’s how I want to connect my heart with my brain since I feel that the two are separated, my mind helps me to speak with reason and logic but my heart which in my point of view seems to be in charge of emotions, something that I find very difficult to master, and when I think of someone or a specific place I feel like I project that towards others, something that makes me very scary, and that's the worst thing, because being afraid is already an emotion. In short: my theory is that a thought of the heart accompanied by an emotion gives more strength to the projection. I have searched a lot of information about this phenomenon. Some beliefs say that it is due to the law of attraction, This suggests that what we think we project to the universe and it will respond to us depending on what we think, example: we attract what we think, that we have to wish it with all our heart, but there is a defect that I do not like about this law that says: If what you think, whether you want it or not, the universe will give it to you. Another belief is the good and bad vibes, those who believe in this usually assume that when they speak or see someone they determine if it is a person who transmits good or bad vibes, Another belief talks about us being energy, that what we think and feel are energies. I practiced all these beliefs but none of them helped me to obtain the peace that I seek so much, The only thing that helped me was to believe in God and Jesus Christ. In him I know that I can arrive in the morning, get down on my knees and ask for his protection, I know that I can go to the end of the day to humiliate myself and ask for forgiveness for all the bad things I thought, spoke and did in the course of the day and the best of all is that I know that he will welcome me with open arms  because I know that I am not perfect and that every day is a constant struggle against myself. Sometimes I feel that I am the only one who struggle with this problem of emotions of the heart but just thinking that there are billions of people in the world makes me think that there can be people with my same problem.

WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS?

#ENERGY #LOVE #GOD #ATRACT #LAW #VIPES #PEACE

[king-a-queen]

Eurovision 2020

Now, when we finally know every song for Eurovision 2020 it’s time for something that no one asked for – my personal, subjective (!!!) opinions on them. Part 1, part 2, part 3.

Disclaimer: None of this opinion is meant to be hateful, these are just opinions which you can disagree with. I support all of the artists and wish them all the best in Rotterdam. Also, the order doesn’t have any particular meaning to me.

Enjoy!

Second Semi-Final:

Portugal (Elisa – Medo De Sentir): Well, that’s definitely not my thing. Pretty boring for me.

Estonia (Uku Suviste – What Love Is): I guess, it won’t be a Eurovision without such entry. Probably some people will like it, but again, not my type of song.

Albania (Arilena Ara - Fall From The Sky): The original live performance was so powerful, but that revamped version is just blunt. And while I have nothing against singing in English, I don’t think that translating a song which had already sounded great in a native language is a good idea.

Georgia (Tornike Kipiani – Take Me As I Am): I was getting worried that we won’t have any stronger/rock performance this year, but Georgia restored my faith, thank you for that.

Latvia (Samanta Tīna – Still Breathing): It’s definitely a unique performance. Normally I don’t listen to a such genre, but I love this entry. You go, girl!

Bulgaria (VICTORIA – Tears Getting Sober): Too slow and peaceful for me, not many emotions. Simply, not my thing.

Switzerland (Gjon’s Tears - Répondez-moi): And another song which is just not my type. However, I must admit, that I love those high notes at the end.

Armenia (Athena Manoukian – Chains On You): Solid song from Armenia. Few years ago it would have probably been my favorite entry. Now, I listen to a little bit different type of music, but I still think that this entry stand out from the rest.

Denmark (Ben & Tan – YES): A nice, polished song. Maybe a little bit cheesy, but it can pass.

Finland (Aksel – Looking Back): I can’t find anything special in this song. I listen to it and one minute after, I can’t remember it at all.

Austria (Vincent Bueno – Alive): This song has a little Justin Timberlake vibe, I think. Upbeat, energetic song, that will wake us up from a nap after hearing all of the ballads.

Moldova (Natalia Gordienko – Prison): For a ballad this one is pretty good. Kind of mysterious, kind of powerful.

Poland (Alicja – Empires): Maybe my perception of that song is different, because it’s my country, but I really enjoy it. I find it the best ballad this year. Unique voice, deep meaning and a little bond-ish vibe. I was sceptic about this choice, but now I support it with all my heart.

Serbia (Hurricane – Hasta La Vista): It’s definitely not my genre, but I like that we finally got some energetic bomb for the Eurovision stage.

Iceland (Daði og Gagnamagnið – Think About Things): Some fresh and funky sound. They don’t even need to change anything in the staging, it’s already complete. It’s another performance that will be remembered by the Eurovision fans. Plus, I can’t get out of my head, it’s so catchy.

Czech Republic (Benny Cristo – Kemama): Another song which was totally fine before the revamp. While I still like the song, I think that the revamp version has too many unnecessary sound effects. But, of course, it’ll sound completely different on the Eurovision stage, so we’ll see.

Greece (Stefania – SUPERG!RL): I like the sound of this song and the vibe it gives. Pretty strong entry from Greece again.

San Marino (Senhit – Freaky!): This song with has a huge energy and that’s great. I just hope that it will sound as good or better on the stage than in the audio version.

And again, if I were to decide, who would I send to the Final (in a random order): Georgia, Latvia, Armenia, Austria, Poland, Serbia, Iceland, Czech Republic, Greece, San Marino.

#eurovision #eurovision 2020 #esc #esc2020 #rotterdam 2020 #second semi-final #portugal #estonia #albania #georgia #latvia #bulgaria #switzerland #armenia #denmark #finland #austria #moldova #poland #serbia #iceland #czech republic #greece #san marino

[scullyy]

My thoughts on episode four

As I was playing I wrote down my thoughts and feelings, it's wild. Spoilers for 'Take Us Back' btw!

-THE OPENING WITH AJ OMG

-CLEM THE BOAT OGGJISN

-WILLY WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THE BOMB

-JAME'S MASK NOOO

-The standoff with Clem and Lilly damn son

-I let Lilly live fuck me if it comes back to bite me in the ass I'll cry

-Well the intro is playing and I can't breathe already

-LOUIS BLESS YOU AND YOUR COTTON SOCKS

-THE HUG THE HUG OH MY GOD

-VIOLET OH FUCK NO

-AASIM AND OMAR YES

-WILLY AND RUBY MY KIDS ARE FINE

-KYLA WAS RIGHT MINNIE GOT BIT

-"Right behind me?" "Yup, just like the ninja I am" "The ninjas we are" AND THE KISS I KSKSJSNSBABSB I FUCKING LOVE THEM OKAY. LOUIS YOU DID IT MY BOY

-MINNIE OH NOOO

-Bold of you to assume I wanna fight the herd

-Okay AJ don't call Tenn a dummy

-I got a cauliflower ayyeee

-And a crystal ayyee

-James oh god I'm sorry

-AJ CALM DOWN

-I've ruined this child oh my god

-He's so morbid I'm getting scared

-Okay I trust him the lil shit

-Why does Tenn sound different is it all the smoke???

-AASIM WAS THE THIRD TO VOTE YES

-oh no the tea is coming out (Ruby and Omar voted no welp)

-Tenn you’re sweet

-LOUIS?!??!?!!

-THE HUG THE HUG OH MY FUCK

-"You're not dead. That's good" I see you there-

-”Thought I lost you" BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

-The hand holding I cannot

-"Only for a minute" "Longest damn minute of my life" uGH 

-It's too peaceful I hate it my anxiety won't stop

-LOUIS ITS OKAY

-PET TURTLE GEOFF, GRANDMAS PHONE NUMBER, WORD THAT LOST HIM THE FOURTH GRADE SPELLING BEE (recommend) 

-He had a skylight rich shit

-I love their quirks bless

-THIS CHAT YES

-HELL YEAH A FUCKING TREE HOUSE

-I love all these kids please don't take them away from me

-Minnie you've looked better

-DON'T BITE TENN MKAY

-SHE'S LOST IT OH GOD

-my game froze

-its okay we back :3

-HER LEG FUCK OFF

-BYE MINNIE HASTA LA VISTA

-AJ NO 

-Shit Louis you mad

-I'm so mad

-But would Louis have died?????

-NO NO FUCK OFF CLEM YOU'RE NOT BIT PLEASE

-NO

-I WANNA DIE NOW

-CUT THAT SHIT OUT

-THE ONE THING I DIDN'T THINK WOULD HAPPEN

-FUCK OFF

-I don't care anymore just end me

-I don't like playing as AJ

-This is so upsetting

-She looks like death

-I'm crying in the club

-I'm pissed

-STOP MAKING ME CRY

-I killed her and I'm now dead inside

-Well we have a ranch flashback I really don't care anymore

-Okay Rusim is pretty cute I am happy about that

-WAIT WHAT

-OKAY PLOT TWIST

-I'M SO HAPPY

-BITTTCCCHHHHHH

-CLEM TOO TOUGH

-FUCK YEAH

-OH MY GOD

-THAT WAS WILD

-BLESS MY ACHY BREAKY HEART

-Ew no give her the hat back it’s not yours

-TIRE SWING FUCK YEAH

-Tenn I'm sorry

-They're all so happy :3

-Ruby she burps omg

-Kiss on the cheek has cured me

-OF COURSE SHE DID A GREAT JOB LIKE THERE'S ANY OTHER OPTION

-The NAMES WOAAHH

-Bless

#twdg #the walking dead game #the walking dead game season four #clementine twdg #twdg louis #twdg aj #clouis #louisentine #twdg spoilers #take us back #this was wild

[backtothe80scolors]

Just read your commission rules. So you won't degrade a woman in your drawings but a man is fair game? Thanks for warning about the double standards, I'll take my money elsewhere.

So Long, see ya sucker, bon voyage, arrivederci, later loser, goodbye, good riddance, peace out, let the doorknob hit ya where the good Lord split ya, don't come back around here no more, hasta la vista, kick rocks, and get the hell out!

[thatgirlunofficial-blog]

Friday, October 11th, 23:53

At first I thought this would be a horrible idea, with this I mean the whole me blogging thing. Acknowledging what I feel, wanting to express myself and actually writing it down, people would say it’s so 2009. And maybe it is, but I like it and it helps me escape. I don’t mean to sound all say when I say ‘escape’, but it’s the truth, writing is the only time I actually feel at peace and one of the few things I genuinely like doing. And for the record, 2009 was a good year. Anyways putting all that aside, let me explain how we got here..

It was the first day of Autumn break and I was ready to make something of it, and more importantly, of myself. This would be my year to finally focus on school and show everybody how big of a brain I’ve actually got. After some knockdowns over the past couple of years, I was ready, I really was. So, with that being said, I might still care what people think of me, even though I pretend I don’t, but hey, I’m an 18 year old girl in a small town where everybody has the same mindset, and if yours is different.. well.. Hasta la vista baby. That’s why it’s so important to me to show that everyone should be given a chance to make something of themselves, in their own way, even if it doesn’t match the standard.

Still haven’t told you how we got here, but I’m getting there I promise. Like I said, I’m no stranger to gut punches and setbacks, but I also want to prove that no matter how many times that happens, you can get back out there and show them who you are and that they can’t mess with you and that you will keep on fighting. So maybe that’s part of the reason why I’m starting this journey, out in the public. To show everybody that all it takes is a little courage and some help. You are not alone, we all have our own problems and we just have to keep holding on. It will get better.

As you are not alone, neither am I. I was never the type to publicly talk about stuff like this, but since it’s 2019 and mental health issues among us are still growing every year, I feel like I have to. So I guess that is the true reason I started writing this, to find out if there was any use in being so public about this and also because I LOVE to write and I love to help. Not only you guys, but helping myself, this blog is a way of expressing who I am and who I want to be. I’m ready to be true to myself and found out who I’m becoming. 

I still don’t even know if anybody will ever read this, but if you do, I’m glas. This blog will be all about my daily struggles in life and I’m going to try to post as often as I can. I hope someone gets something out of reading this, even just a 5 minute feeling that somebody else understands, and once again you’re not alone. And neither am I.

I’m That Girl and welcome to my life.

Love.

#thatgirl thatgirlunofficial blog notalone daily life dailylife struggles help selfhelp selflove love

[a-muse]

FVD - Week 4

The module was building up at a faster pace now. Kuntal was keeping us engaged with his stories from around the world. Carmina and Shilpa had already joined us during our 3rd week but we missed out Suman, Shiva and Probal.

We started with Gestalt laws and theory and their significance. We got to know about Similarity, Continuity, Figure and Ground, Closure and Proximity. There was also another principle of Pragnanz which talks about how we perceive our environment and things around us in terms of simpler shapes and patterns.

So, we got into more examples as we went along. A short recap of my understandings.

Similarity- Elements which are similar to each other in colour, form, texture, size or motion are perceived to be one group.

Continuity- When viewing objects together, human eyes sometimes perceive objects moving in a straight or curved line if they are arranged in such a way.

Figure and Ground -  Our brain sometimes divide elements and their spaces, both negative and positive as foreground and background and look at them in such a way to create that distinction.

Closure- Even if objects do not join together to form a recognisable shape, our brain draws parallels between them and perceive those elements as one single comprehensible entity, shape or form.

Proximity- Objects arranged together start forming shapes or patterns of their own when they are close or far away from each other based on their proximity.

Pragnanz- Human eyes and brains have a tendency to divide and look at environments and things around us in terms of simpler patterns and shapes.

Gestalt Photo Diary

The first assignment of this week was to click photographs which would showcase gestalt principles. These photo may have multiple principles in them but there should be one dominating principle in all of them. 

Initially, I had problems with finding the right subjects but as I started reading and researching more on this topic, I started to notice the principles all around me but next the task was to single out the dominating elements in them. Following ones are few of the pictures I clicked.

Proximity- How the squares have come together to create a pentagon like shape. It also somehow has a hint of closure as well.

Continuity- The curved lines moving up and down the wooden blocks.

Figure and Ground

Similarity

Continuity- How the electrical cables continue in the dark BG making our eyes follow them. 

Happy Durga Puja btw everyone.

Similarity

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Ok a small break. Umm.. let me show what I have filled up in my colour journal this week.

Kaashful. Durga Puja -can’t really keep calm.

TV and childhood

Experiments with textures

This is very interesting as this has been done with plastic crumpled on acrylic white solution with water and left to dry. Some interesting thin ice like patterns.

Emotions

Mahisasuramardini. Ok last one about Durga Maa, I promise.

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Music Video with colours

This was the highlight of the week. We were both excited and kind of taken aback with the brief that was provided to us and plus we had to work within random groups of 4 or 5 people, create our own music and patch them with the visuals... Ok phewww..

I meet with my group which consisted of Dikshita, Ranjana and Subhadeep on call and discussed multiple ideas and how to implement them. We looked into  some very interesting links and videos and articles. Let me share a few with you right here right now.

Neil Harbisson: I listen to Colour. It was very fascinating to learn about the different types Synesthesia. The video link for you here.

Kandinsky and his paintings. How he turned music and sounds into colours and finally into beautiful elaborate abstract paintings. The video link.

Look into these. I am sure you will enjoy them. Now for the initial ideas, let me share some of them in here for you to see.

Initial Ideas:

Idea 1: Play with Rasas and their colors along with their corresponding raga patterns as bg music.

Idea 2: How a blind person might sense color through music or sounds with very faint interaction of colors. Just enough to understand the ambience outside

Idea 3: How we can see different colours throughout the day right from the time sun rises to the time it sets and then through the night and till the next morning whenever it rises again. We can use corresponding ragas which run through the timings of the day.

Idea 4: Colors as thoughts in our brain. How unrest, peace, insights, ideas popping in our minds and other things might be working in our minds. Like how a jumbled train of thoughts arriving at a point of insight.

There were multiple brainstorming sessions which helped in moulding the ideas and finally zeroing in on one. Let me take you through the flow of the final idea.

Final Idea

1. When the project is announced:

That AHA moment. Excitement runs through our mind. The project seems to be one of a kind and challenge gives a sudden adrenaline boost.

2. When reality sets in:

We start to question the reality. How do we go about this?

Ok we have groups now. Random, whattt? Ok, do I know this person?

3. When discussions start:

A little bit of icebreaking is required.

Brainstorm, Brainstorm, Brainstorm.

A lot of ideas are coming to me but how do I put those into words? Are the other team members able to understand my idea.

The ideas seem very vague. Actually all of them

Wait, that sounds like a good one. Oh ok how about we do this with that? Now, things are starting to take shape.

4. Reality strikes once again:

The idea seemed very interesting at first but I do not have any clue about how do I take this forward.

Gloominess sets in. Trying to carve time out of busy schedule to do some explorations.

Fail. Do again. Fail Do again. This is getting tiring.

Procrastination overpowers.

Some of the explorations work well.

5. Penultimate stage:

The lethargy is contagious. Everyone seems to be slacking off.

The date and time splashes on the mobile screen. WE HAVE NO TIME LEFT AT ALL.

Panic sets in. Try to do everything to finish off the project somehow. By hook or by crook.

Although the project that you are working on right now seems to be very enjoyable but you just cannot relish the process anymore. Aaaaaghh, this is exhausting.

6. The final deliverable:

Ok the project is done now. (sigh of relief)

You skim through the entire thing once more and find some of the things very roughly done.

Things could have been done better

Blaming ourselves for not taking it seriously the first time.

Showcasing of work. Other people seem to have done a marvellous job.

Ok now that we are done, there is nothing left to do. Only promise ourselves to manage our time better for the next project.

Behind the scenes:

Had some fun with refined oil, water, colours and guess what, PepFizz

Ink in Water

Ink in Water

Milk, water, paint and washing powder

Creation of the BG Track and final video:

We recorded different sounds from around us ranging from washing machines, void sounds from washrooms, voices, metal clanking of glasses and spoons, rattling pf crockery. Then, I further took them to FL Studio, digitally remastered them and created the entire BG track.

Creating the progressions and melodies on FL Studio

Layering tracks to make the final score on FL Studio

Editing the clips and merging the sequences with sounds to create the final video on After Effects 

Let’s see the final video now, shall we?

The journey of Anticipation

Ok, wow. This was done in a very short period of time with half of our group not well. Pulling this off was a task in itself but the explorations and everything made it worth it. I also tried my hands on FL Studio after a long long time and I plan on continuing composing some scores and music in my spare time from now on.

But although the explorations were fun, it was insightful as well. Many properties of colour, composition and whole treatment of these things came in as hoardes of information as we went along. And making the connections between each shots and relating them to the stages of our narration while thinking in a abstract way of how colours and music would narrate that same thing. It was tough at first but then it seemed very natural. 

But.. But... Ummm.... this whole assignment made my mother pretty angry because the room was a total mess and I was too lazy. But worth taking the risk for assignments this interesting.

Ok that was the end to Week 4. A very fruitful one indeed. Catch up on Week 5 soon.

Alvida, Adios, Tata, Bye Bye, Hasta la Vista and Sayonara till next time.

[patricksmusicblog]

Dream Wife- So When You Gonna...(Album Review)

Dream Wife are a London based punk/alt-rock trio and So When You Gonna... is their second full length LP. Their debut was met mostly positively and I certainly enjoyed their youthful exuberance and humor on tracks(”Lets Make Out” comes to mind). I also enjoyed when they were able to bring more depth lyrically on the post-punk “Somebody”. Dream Wife expound on those sounds and themes here and make a slightly more thoughtful LP even if a little less raucous as the previous effort.

So When you Gonna... is an album that gives you more of what you’d expect kicking off the LP with the fun and tuneful “Sports!” a track that uses sports as a metaphor for life and doing your best regardless of the situation. Then you’ve got the title cut which is almost like a “Lets Make Out sequel” of sorts, a punk track about being too shy to make a move. About half of the album has that kind of rambunctious energy they’ve known for. Else where the album delves into more indie-pop/soft rock territory. “Hasta La Vista” is a chill and peaceful tune, “Temporary” is similar but catchier. They even throw an emotional ballad in the mix on the final track of the album which does work in that I can feel the emotional resonance of the record. While, I do enjoy more of the upbeat tracks here, the slower, gentler ones are fine and I can appreciate the variance of styles.

I think the biggest area of growth on the album is the depth of songwriting on the album. “Homesick” is a highlight on the album that finds the band belting about owning their bodies and having sexual agency. They follow that up with “Validation” a song that takes issues with seeking validation from people, particularly the wrong people. “U Do U” is about staying individual under pressure. It’s just a grounded and thoughtful album.

Dream Wife are among my favorite young bands, there’s a live kinetic energy to their recordings that is somewhat infectious. This one at least to my ear is a little less high-octane than the previous LP but I think that’s made up for by more interesting song topics that delve deeper in their ethos and ideals. I’d definitely recommend them if you’re looking for an indie/pop/punk band to give a try.

Rating: 8.0/10

By: Patrick Griffin II

#Dream Wife #Rock #Album Review #Music #Pop #Punk #Indie

[lasvocesdelosotros]

mayo 2020

01

Somos —aparte de mil trescientos gramos de cerebro, doce muelas, cinco litros de sangre, nombre, páncreas y apellidos— ochenta metros cuadrados de pulmones. Dos metros cuadrados de piel [...] y cuarenta veces más de superficie en el árbol de los bronquios. 

¿Para qué [...] sirve este órgano extenso y vegetal? ¿Para qué tantas hojas en el árbol que enrejan mis costillas? ¿Para qué este fuelle, para qué tanto aire, para quién?

Jorge Comensal

02

Somos —aparte de los traumas, caprichos y despechos— la geometría fractal de los pulmones. 

La relojera ciega que diseñó este hardware se vio en la necesidad de acomodar setecientos millones de bolsitas —los alveolos— en dos odres compactos —los pulmones. Para hacerlo sin grandes complicaciones sólo multiplicó, cada vez más pequeños, los mismos conductos. De ese modo acabamos con dos robles adentro: cada rama se parece a la rama de la que nace.  

Jorge Comensal

03

La autosimilitud es la esencia fractal: cada una de las partes se asemeja a las partes que la forman; cada porción del todo es un todo a su vez, y viceversa. Las piñas y las costas, las venas y los bronquios, los cuernos y los helechos, las montañas y los copos de nieve que las cubren. La belleza, en fin, de los fractales: la forma más sencilla de hacer cosas complejas. 

Jorge Comensal 

04

Siempre tuve espíritu senil: de niño prefería visitar el cuarto de la tía Xóchitl que salir a jugar con mis contemporáneos. Vivía rodeada de artefactos que la ayudaban a respirar. Sus pulmones octogenarios ya eran árboles secos. La última vez que la vi llegaba tan poco oxígeno a sus neuronas que no me reconoció. Creyó que era su tío. Me pidió algo extraño: que le trajera un pañuelo húmedo para refrescarse la cabeza. Fui por una servilleta, la mojé y se la puse sobre el cabello blanco. Pareció reconfortarla. Qué simple era el placer en su agonía.

Jorge Comensal   

05

La belleza interior que me apasiona no es la de las virtudes sino la de los vasos sanguíneos y pulmonares, las médulas, los nervios. ¿Por qué tanto escándalo con los pechos y nalgas cuando tenemos ocho huesos en la muñeca y uno de ellos se llama pisiforme —otro semilunar, qué maravilla—? Qué fijación con las uñas, el cabello y la barba cuando tenemos, aparte de clavículas, ochenta mil millones de neuronas capaces de hacer poemas y chistes. 

Jorge Comensal   

06

Si supiéramos quiénes somos por dentro —leucocitos, sinapsis, mitocondrias— tal vez tendríamos más cuidado con nosotros; cuidado del verbo “cuidar”, que es cogitare: pensarnos y querernos y a la hora de apagarnos hacerlo satisfechos de habernos conocido hasta el final.

Jorge Comensal

07

And all this ceaseless labor -- to what end? Merely to entomb oneself deeper and deeper in silence, it seems, so deep that one can never be dragged out of it again by anybody.

Kafka

08

live in peace in the inmost chamber of my house, and meanwhile the enemy may be burrowing his way slowly and stealthily straight toward me. I do not say that he has a better scent than I; probably he knows as little about me as I of him.

Kafka

09

And it is not only by external enemies that I am threatened. There are also enemies in the bowels of the earth. I have never seen them, but legend tells of them and I firmly believe in them.

Kafka

10

No creo que sea determinante la respuesta acerca de las formas de disponer las palabras. Poesía y filosofía son métodos para el a-cercamiento. Definir y cercar: en todo caso, elaborar los límites. Y laborar en los límites.

Chantal Maillard

11

"What are our lungs supposed to do?" I shouted. Shouted: "If they breathe fast they suffocate themselves from inner poisons; if they breathe slowly they suffocate from unbreathable air, from outraged things. But if they try to search for their own rhythm they perish from the mere search."

Kafka

12

El que lee filosofía, decía, hace como el pájaro cuando bebe: toma un buche de agua, levanta la cabeza, traga y, así, sucesivamente. Así también el lector de un ensayo lee un párrafo, levanta la cabeza, entrecierra los ojos un momento y luego vuelve al libro. Me acordé de aquello mientras leía porque me sorprendí realizando aquel mismo gesto del pájaro. Levantar la cabeza, con los ojos cerrados, y volver al agua. Pero, lo curioso es que, esta vez, no estaba leyendo un ensayo, sino unos pequeños poemas aforísticos. Así que me pregunté si, siendo el gesto el mismo, no habría de ser lo mismo también lo que aconteciera en la lectura de un ensayo y en la de un poema. ¿Acaso no tendría lugar, en ambos casos, un mismo acto de comprensión? Un cierto paladeo y… algo cae. Algo que se filtra antes de asentarse en la conciencia. Una comprensión…

Chantal Maillard

13

Lo comprendido es lo que poseemos, lo conocido, cuyo conjunto procuramos mantener dentro de un cerco. Pero hay palabras, frases, ideas, y también imágenes que no nos pertenecen y que irrumpen de repente, como intrusos, en el cerco. Los que habitan dentro del cerco los huelen, los palpan, los empujan, los ponen a prueba y, si resisten, puede que los acepten. Cuando esto ocurre, algo se transforma dentro del cerco. El color, por ejemplo, porque el intruso llevase ropas azules, o amarillas que, al lavarlas junto con las demás, hubiesen desteñido, modificando el color de todas ellas.

Chantal Maillard

14

La palabra berebere provoca esa comprensión. Los bereberes no tienen fronteras, no están dentro de ningún cerco. En el puesto de aduana de la frontera entre Siria y Jordania, he visto cómo al berebere se le deja pasar sin presentar pasaporte. No tiene ninguno, porque no pertenece a ningún país; su patria es el desierto y el desierto no tiene más fronteras que sus propios confines. El berebere es un nómada que pasa las fronteras llevando cosas de un lado a otro de las mismas. Así, la palabra berebere traspasa los cercos, importa y exporta (al fin y al cabo, la comprensión no es sino el resultado de la agitación de los materiales) y, de esta manera, procura comprensión al lector que sea, igualmente, de alguna manera, berebere.

Chantal Maillard

15

La poesía expande su material de otra forma. Es poíesis. Otro arte: otro hacer con la palabra. La poesía no es un árbol, tampoco un simple horizonte, sino una planicie, un horizonte expandido. En la planicie, se forman redes, conexiones, rizomas. A veces, por supuesto, en una encrucijada, o en algún terreno virgen, hay algún árbol o, incluso, un pequeño bosque. Cuanto más boscosa sea la planicie, más se acercará a la filosofía. Un poema vertical (arbórico) es un poema filosófico.

Chantal Maillard

16

Paul Celan: «Digas la palabra que digas– / agradeces / el deterioro».

17

El habla, y el gesto. También el gesto se interrumpiría. Se interrumpiría el flujo. El gesto y el habla es el mismo fluir. El filósofo, todo él, está proyectado en el habla. Lo está con una temperatura media, la que le permite el deterioro de su persona, su edad avanzada, el interés relativo que probablemente tenga ya, para él, aquella entrevista filmada. De ahí el gesto. Lo que bebe el pájaro es ese flujo, esa corriente, antes de ser habla, antes de ser gesto.

Chantal Maillard

18

En la brecha. En la brecha, una abertura. ¿Hacia donde, hacia qué? Fuera. ¿Qué es el fuera? (…/…/…) El fuera es lo común, lo que a todos pertenece, lo animal. Fuera es la inocencia. La de todos. Porque fuera no hay yo, no hay alguien. Un poema es una señal de la inocencia.

Chantal Maillard

19

la animación de las cosas, su movimiento de retirada es hacia un universo donde no hay muerte y cuyo paso es para nosotros infranqueable. Por eso cualquier relación que intentemos mantener con las cosas termina confrontándonos con nosotros mismos, desemboca en “preocupación” (Sorge) por nuestra existencia ante la inmutabilidad de las cosas que actúan como memento mori (Böhme 2006: 43-44)  

Anna Montané Forasté

20

Por otra parte, el poner énfasis en el misterio de las cosas ocurre en paralelo con la propagación de una nueva modestia o conciencia de finitud: se propugna la “confraternización” con las cosas o se nos recuerda que la existencia del mundo no depende de que los humanos la entendamos

Anna Montané Forasté

21

Al despreciar todo efecto musical su bronca prosa procede como la música misma. Esa prosa interrumpe sus significaciones quebrándolas como se quiebran las columnas de la vida en los cementerios ochocentistas, y las líneas de su rotura son sus cifras.

Adorno

22

La Edad Media, con mucha lógica, y casi correctamente desde el punto de vista psicológico, había atribuido a la influencia de los demonios todas esas manifestaciones mórbidas. Tampoco me sorprenderá enteramente de que el psicoanálisis, que se ocupa de describir esas fuerzas secretas, no se haya vuelto, por tal motivo, extrañamente inquietante para muchas personas 

Freud

23

la literatura existe por las palabras; pero su vocación dialéctica consiste en decir más de lo que dice el lenguaje, en superar las divisiones verbales. Es, dentro del lenguaje, lo que destruye la metafísica inherente a todo lenguaje. Lo propio del discurso literario es ir más allá (si no, no tendría razón de ser); la literatura es como un arma mortífera mediante la cual el lenguaje lleva a cabo su suicidio.

Todorov

24

solo porque está muerto somos capaces de leer el pasado [...] solo porque está fetichizada en objetos físicos puede uno entender la historia. Sólo porque es un mundo puede uno entrar en un libro. 

Vila-Matas

25

Sólo el nombre, manifiesto en la muerte natural, sólo el nombre, y no el alma viva, constituye la parte inmortal.

Adorno

26

En vez de sanar la neurosis, Kafka busca en ella misma la fuerza salvadora, que es la del conocimiento: las heridas que la sociedad infiere al individuo son leídas por éste como cifras de la no-verdad social, como negativo de la verdad. Su potencia es potencia de descomposición. Kafka arranca la fachada conciliatoria que recubre la desmesura del sufrimiento, cada vez más sometido a los controles racionales.

Adorno

27

Tradurre significa sempre "limare via" alcune delle conseguenze che il termine originale implicava. In questo senso, traducendo, non si dice mai la stessa cosa. L’interpretazione che precede ogni traduzione deve stabilire quante e quali delle possibili conseguenze illative che il termine suggerisce possano essere limate via. Senza mai essere del tutto certi di non aver perduto un riverbero ultravioletto, un’allusione infrarossa. 

Umberto Eco

28

Montaigne: hacer de la interrogación personal, de la excursión peligrosa hacia uno mismo, una pregunta extensiva, donde cabe todo el mundo. (En Abenshushan).

 29

Ahora que la prosa también pasa por cualquier medio, ahora que todo es un evento digno de narrarse, ahora que se da preferencia a las anécdotas, vivimos los tiempos de la decadencia de la historia. Ante la explosión, la creciente exposición de las historias, cruzamos un momento en el que se mira hacia lo alto, hacia las grandes historias.

Brenda Lozano

30

La arena es la ceniza que los hombres han producido durante todas las épocas, la de los cuerpos humanos, los incendios, las ruinas de todos los bombardeos, la basura quemada, los huesos de las ballenas, los gestos inútiles, las frases vacías, los actos que nunca llevamos a cabo.

Guadalupe Nettel

31

¡Cómo se le pudo ocurrir a alguien que las personas pueden comunicarse entre ellas mediante cartas! En una persona que está lejos uno puede pensar, y a una persona que está cerca uno puede agarrarla - todo lo demás va más allá de la capacidad humana. Escribir cartas, sin embargo, significa desnudarse ante los fantasmas, algo que estos esperan ávidamente. Los besos escritos no llegan a su destino, más bien son bebidos en el camino por los fantasmas. Es a partir de este abundante alimento que se multiplican tan enormemente. La humanidad percibe esto y lucha contra ello y para eliminar lo más posible el elemento fantasmal entre las personas y crear una comunicación natural, la paz de las almas, se ha inventado el ferrocarril, el automóvil, el aeroplano. Pero ya no es algo bueno, estos inventos evidentemente son creados en el instante del choque. El lado opuesto es mucho más calmo y fuerte; después del servicio postal se ha inventado el telégrafo, el teléfono, el radiógrafo. Los fantasmas no morirán de hambre, pero nosotros pereceremos.

Kafka

#deshojadas