#Saber Khan

[fore-seer]

[karenblumberg]

Gathering my tweets and pics from today's awesome #CCFestNYC hosted at @ITP_NYU. Thank you for organizing another inspiring event, @ed_saber!

Gathering my tweets and pics from today’s awesome #CCFestNYC hosted at @ITP_NYU. Thank you for organizing another inspiring event, @ed_saber!

Yay for another #CCFest today at ⁦@ITP_NYU⁩! Here are slides from the event: https://t.co/wKw5amQGZ8#CCfest12 #STEMed #CSforAll #CSforAllNYC https://t.co/XtsyVxKEbU

— Karen Blumberg (@KarenBlumberg) December 8, 2019

  Excited for @aankit’s opening keynote at #CCfestNYC today! Thanks for hosting, @ITP_NYU! #csforall #csforallnyc pic.twitter.com/kj1GIDduhB

— Karen Blumberg (@KarenBlumberg) Decem…

[dunscaiith]

      Is Genghis Khan a Servant yet? Augustus Caesar? El Cid?

[yourlocalaphrodisian]

Happy Late Women's Day!

Your boy got the date messed up but my social worker grandma went to a meeting yesterday and was telling stories about it and I went "wait it was Women's Day???" Your boy thought it was in August.

Anyway, today's post is dedicated to one of my all time favourite women in history.

Rokeya Shakhawat Hossein

More commonly known as Begum Rokeya. Mrs. Hossein was born in 1880 in the city of Pairaband, Rangpur in what was then called the Bengal Presidency of British India. She was a pioneer of women's rights in South Asia, and today I present to you the life and achievements of an Unsung Heroine of Bengal. Let me, today, tell you of Begom Rokeya, who changed the life of women not only in Bangladesh, but in the entire Indian subcontinent.

Born into an extremely conservative Muslim society, Rokeya Khatun was raised under extreme purdah in the family of a Zamindar (called Jomidar in Bangla). She was kept in her home under guard of her male relatives as was the case in every Muslim woman in Bengal. Her education was limited to the Muslim standard (for women) of Farsi and Arabic. However, Rokeya and her elder sister Korimunnesa, to the great disdain of their family, learnt both English and Bangla (called Bangala at the time) from their older brother, Ibrahim Saber.

Rokeya was married to Khan Bahadur Shakhawat Hossain, an Urdu-speaking deputy magistrate of Bhagalpur, Bihar, after the death of his first wife. Shakhawat Hossain was a member of the Royal Agricultural Society of England. As a liberal (rare at the time really), encouraged his wife to keep pursuing her dreams in learning Bangla. He also encouraged her to write and advised her (and she heeded) to take up Bangla as the primary language of her works. Shakhawat Hossain unfortunately passed in 1909, an year after his wife's first English work.

Rokeya's literary career began when she launched her essay 'পিপাসা/Pipasha (Thirst)'. She later published her most notable work 'মতিচুর (Motichur)', the first volume in 1904 and the second in 1922. She later wrote the Novelette Sultana's Dream, which was a satirical science fiction story where men and women reversed societal roles. The system was matriarchal and men were confined to mandanas (male equivalent of zenana, rooms in Indian and Irani houses were women were secluded to). Rokeya also depicts innovative gadgets such as cloud-condensers, solar ovens and flying cars which benefitted the entirety of society. Other literary works she has written consist of "পদ্মরাগ/Padmarag (Essence of Lotus)", "��ৌরজগত/Shourjogot (Solar System)", "অবারধ বাসিনি/Obarodh Bashini (The Secluded Woman)", "বলিগর্থ/Boligortho (Sacrifice Pit)", "নারীর অধিকার/Narir Odhikar (Women's Rights; unfinished)".

Five months after her husband's death, Rokeya established Shakhawat Memorial Girls' High School, naming it after her husband. It was first set in Bhagalpur, where a majority of people spoke Urdu, with a total of five students. However, after a dispute with her in-laws over land, she moved the school to Kolkata where a majority spoke Bangla. She ran the school for 24 years.

Rokeya also founded Anjuman-e-Khawateen-e-Islam (Islamic Women's Association) which regularly held debates and conferences regarding the status of women and education. She advocated for reform, especially of women's rights. She gathered Anjuman-e-Khawateen-e-Islam to fight the conservative idealogy of Bengali Muslims by preaching the lost teachings of pure Islam, uncorrupted by misogynist men.

Every story has an ending, and Rokeya's ended on her 52nd Birthday. This great woman passed away at that date, leaving behind an incomparable legacy. Every woman and man of South Asia is indebted this woman. So on this day where we celebrate Women, let us celebrate Begum Rokeya Shakhawat Hossain.

Say her name, and never forget.

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

(So, this is an au I had in like, 2008.

Basically, Vader and Luke both crash after a dogfight in a densely wooded part of a planet. Too far from populated areas to call for help. Luke ends up accidentally befriending some of the local animals while trying to survive.

Vader ends up inadvertently being accepted as leader of a pack of vornskrs.

Which hunt via the Force.

Basically it was Luke vs Vader in a somewhat Mowgli vs Shere Khan game of cat and mouse, with Luke's lemurlike frugivore friends helping him evade Vader's Pack because he has opposable thumbs and is therefore a survival advantage lol)

"This is where you've been hiding?" the disdain was tangible as Vader stared around the derelict watchtower.

Luke ignored him and began to force the hatch closed manually. "Artoo, go ahead and shut down the computer before the storm gets here."

FWIP boop Peep?

The boy moved to one of the two windows and rammed the shutter into place with his shoulder. He winced and shook out his arm.

"Yeah, well, I'll take my chances. I doubt they'll be able to contact us in this storm anyway. Shut it down, Artoo. Save the power for the generator."

The rain began to fall with little preamble, and the trees came alive with the lights and sounds of the bioluminescent amphibians that lived in the branches. The watchtower, unfortunately, did not block out the shrill songs. Luke kicked a rusted bin across the floor to catch water dripping from a leak in the ceiling, then moved to close the other shutter.

"This is a most unsuitable camp, young one," Vader groused.

"Well," Luke replied through gritted teeth, "Nobody's stopping you if you want to leave. All that metal, though..." he waved casually to Vader's exposed prosthetic leg and arm. "I wouldn't risk it. We're due for some lightning."

"I am well accustomed to lightning." Vader settled back against the wall and crossed his arms disapprovingly.

"Yeah, that tracks," Luke scoffed under his breath.

[[MORE]]

As thunder rumbled in the distance, Luke took a seat on the workbench and scratched one of the lemur creatures behind the ears. It trilled and playfully bit his hand.

"I only brought you here because you fought off Sarco Plank," Luke declared suddenly. "You stay on your side of the hut and no funny business with the Force."

He pointed. "And keep your kriffin vornskrs away from me and the lemurs."

"You are in no position to give me commands, young Skywalker," Vader answered sourly. "Your friends are not near enough to rescue you, are they?"

"At least I have friends," Luke shot back, rolling his eyes.

He wasn't sure if it was the wind rocking the watchtower or Vader's irritation.

"I do not need friends. I have loyalty."

"No," Luke waved the deactivated hilt of his saber boldly at his enemy. Those painkillers had really messed with his risk assessment! "You have fear. You scare the crap out of everything, so they do what you want. So what happens when someone stronger comes along? You watch, they'll turn on you the minute they find someone bigger."

Offended by the boy's casual dismissal of his career, Vader snapped, "Thus far, boy, none of the candidates have managed to make a good enough showing for your proposed mutiny."

Luke shrugged and rolled up his pant leg to check the bandages on his shin. The skin around the gash was slightly pink at the edges. That probably wasn't good.

"There's always a bigger dragon. That's just how life works."

"Stop meddling with the bandages," Vader scolded, unexpectedly, "You will render the dressing completely useless."

Grumbling, Luke complied. "Why do you care?" he asked, "What happened to trying to kill me?"

"I have been trying to capture you. Not kill you," Vader answered sharply. "You are the one doing all the talk of killing."

"Bantha poodoo. You're the Jedi Killer!"

"And you are not a Jedi yet."

Luke gritted his teeth. "But my father was a Jedi."

"Former. Jedi."

The vornskrs sensed their leader's agitation and growled soft warnings at the two-legged pup challenging him. It was terrible manners for a pup to snap at its parent! That's what Leader got for letting his cub live with the lemurs!

[paramounticebound]

@honorhunt liked for a sneaky sith!verse starter

This doesn't have to end in bloodshed, he’s heard before from lesser men than the both of them, It doesn’t need to end with one of us rendered a blaster-bolt-ridden or saber-slashed pile of sentient meat. But it does have to end. It always does because the both of them are relentless in their own pursuits of honor, in that way the living things claw and scream and bleed to survive at all cost. 

Saber, red-like-blistering-suns, twists in his hand, deflecting another bolt, growling beneath the mask that cages his maw, a ravenous thing. He’s wounded, too-- Khan revels in the way his own blood soaks into his clothing, the stench of singed flesh creeping into the air vents of his mask. A growl in his throat permeates, an invitation to continue to circle Fett like rabid akk-dog, drooling and blood-stupid.  

     “A waste of your talents,” he practically spits the words, voice modulator hardly enunciating the disdain that throbs in the syllables. There’s a breath in the battle, and he allows himself to think with a part of his brain that doesn’t only know the hymns of violence. “Whatever you are being paid, I will triple it.”

No sympathy nor love for the galactic war that rages between the Empire and the Rebellion. His own bounty arrives with the blame of knowing too much-- Khan ought to have been quieter in his own pursuits, yet the Force lets him scream and scream and scream. Under the darkness that threads his bones, his sinews, is the sole desire to protect his and his alone. “We are both wasting our time with this.”

[sxbhbcj]

"ESTRELLAS EN LA TIERRA"

"Estrellas en la tierra" es una pelicula de origen hindú que es dirigida y producida por Aamir Khan que fue publicada en el año 2007

Ishaan Awasthi es un niño de 8 años cuyo mundo está plagado de maravillas que nadie más parece apreciar: colores, peces, perros y cometas, que simplemente no son importantes en la vida de los adultos, que parecen más interesados en cosas como los deberes, las notas o la limpieza. E Ishaan parece no poder hacer nada bien en clase. Cuando los problemas que ocasiona superan a sus padres, es internado en un colegio para que le disciplinen. Las cosas no mejoran en el nuevo colegio, donde Ishaan tiene además que aceptar estar lejos de sus padres.

Hasta que el maestro llamado Ram Shankar llegó a cubrir al maestro titular de artes, detectó que Ishaan tenía un problema de aprendizaje, trataba que sus clases fueran extraordinarias, trató de acercarse a el, comenzó a ver  lo que realmente le pasaba , Un día  toma viaje hacia la casa de Ishaan,  para saber mas de él y ver como podía ayudarlo para que su aprendizaje fuera realmente efectiva, la actitud de los padres siempre fue negativa, Ram Shankar al ver todos los libros y cuarto de Ishaan se dío cuenta y compartío con los padres lo que realmente sucedia,  Ishaan tenía Dislexia. Con su paciencia y amor logró que Ishaan aprendiera muchas cosas… también descubrió un talento en el: La pintura.

[dcc-07]

Reseña de la película: Estrellas en la Tierra

Es una película de la India dirigida y producida por Aamir Khan y publicada en el 2007. Es una historia sobre un niño con necesidades especiales Ishaan tiene 9 años y le va muy mal en el colegio. Fracasa en todas las tareas que son normales entre los niños de su edad, como leer, escribir, sumar, atarse los cordones. En la escuela y en su casa ya no saben qué hacer con su conducta y bajo rendimiento, y hasta sospechan que es retrasado. Su padre decide enviarlo a un internado para disciplinarlo, pero los problemas continúan e Ishaan está cada vez más aislado y deprimido por su fracaso y la separación de su familia. Hasta que un nuevo profesor descubre que el niño sufre de dislexia y comienza a trabajar con él y revela su maravilloso mundo interior. Un día toma viaje hacia la casa de Ishaan, para saber más de él y ver cómo podía ayudarlo para que su aprendizaje fuera realmente efectiva, la actitud de los padres siempre fue negativa, RamShankar al ver todos los libros y cuarto de Ishaan se dio cuenta y comparte con los padres lo que realmente sucedía, Ishaan tenía Dislexia. Con su paciencia y amor logró que Ishaan aprendiera muchas cosas… también descubrió un talento hacia la pintura. La película me pareció muy interesante, ya que nos enseña tanto padres como maestros debemos preocuparnos e interesarnos por conocer los problemas que muchos niños tienen, y que no son comprendidos, y en base a ello aplicar estrategias especiales, según sea el caso, dándoles la oportunidad de aprender sin necesidad de ser maltratados por la sociedad. Ahora bien, nuestro deber como docentes es informarnos sobre las diferentes dificultades del aprendizaje que se conocen y hacer pruebas diagnósticas a nuestros alumnos para descartar o afirmar que estos padezcan de tales condiciones, y de esta forma poder adaptar las actividades a las necesidades de ellos. Pude rescatar de la película que es importante reconocer que todos los niños no son iguales y que muchos padres al ignorar lo que realmente les sucede caen en el error de castigarlos, siendo estos así, víctimas de violencia psicológica, moral y física, logrando con esto empeorar la situación, haciéndolos caer en depresión, tristeza y ocasionando que ellos se estanquen, retrocedan y no se interesen por aprender, fracasando así en sus estudios. Es una buena película que te hace reflexionar sobre la problemática de la dislexia, que se puede ver en nuestra vida cotidiana en los niños, y que crecen con este problema, y pueden ser agredidos a hacerlos menos, recomiendo está película a todo tipo de personas, ya se padres de familia, maestros, jóvenes, entre otros.

[thelandswemadeofpaper]

I love the Nasuverse. Really. The sheer amount of cultures and mythology and folklore made my heart melts.

For a person accustomed with every movie and book about myths being Greek/Roman/Norse and sometimes Egypt. Not that I don't love them too, but...too much you know? There are hundreds of mythologies and an overfocalization in some. I would like to see some Sumerian, Native American, Hindu or Celtic's tales. Maybe the most underrated and forgotten parts? Like Lyssa or Bellerophon (Greek). Recognize Medusa was an sexual assault victim instead of making her the monster, Minotaur Asterion of Creta too, I read some beautiful texts about Parsiphae and she truly seens to love her child.

Kudos to Ancient Magus Bride and American's gods.

Angra Mainyu's wonderful crafted past made me go look for more Zoroastrianism. Just like Black Panther lead people to search more about the language. This could incentive people to know more about others folklores.

I like Saber's being a female Arthur very much. But...enough okay? Let people have dicks.

The oversexualization in this anime saddens me.

Seriously guys. If Genguis Khan show up in Fate wearing a loli dress, I wouldn't bat an eye.

[toku-explained]

Guide to Gridman Universe

Part 2: Denkou Chojin Gridman

The original classic Tokusatsu series.

As a warning, this post will have many spoilers for the series.

In the city of Sakuragaoka, 3 friends have been working together, using whatever parts they can get their hands on, to create a custom high spec PC which they call Junk. When one day they discover a battle within the Computer World which is affecting the real world, they are brought into the battle between Gridman and the villainous Khan Digifer.

Sho Naoto is the series protagonist. He received the Acceptor out of his desire to save Daichi on the first episode, and it alerts him to Kaiju activity in the Computer World. After using an Access Flash to enter Junk, which changes him into a white and blue suit, he merges with Gridman there and enters the Computer World. Naoto lives with his parents, Soichiro and Michiko, and younger brother Daichi.

(Obi Masaya, Naoto's actor, is the only actor to appear in all 3 major installments, having cameos voicing a character based on his present appearance, appearing as a customer of Aya in Gridman, and a lifeguard in Dynazenon)

The Acceptor allows Naoto to merge with Gridman and be notified if they're needed, it connects to the Gran Acceptor worn on Gridman's left arm.

Inoue Yuka is one of Naoto's best friends, excelling academically more than her friends, and more level headed than them, and is the unknowing object of Takeshi's affections. Of the Junk Team she is the programmer, devising programs to assist Gridman in battle including the growth program he uses to match the Kaiju on size. She is also the one who normally inputs the Access Code: Gridman to allow Gridman to leave Junk for another Computer World. She loves with her mother Yoshie, her father Hideyo, the head doctor at the local hospital, and her older brother Yoshihito, who is obsessed with studying for entrance exams.

Baba Ippei is the 3rd member of the team, keeping Junk in the basement of hi families store, Ippei is the one showing the most romantic interest in people at the moment. Ippei excels in negotiating for parts for Junk, and CG modeling, having designed Gridman's appearance before the Hyper Agent appeared, as well as the Assist Weapons. Ippei loves with his parents Hiroshi and Ayako, and his younger sister Kana, who has a crush on Naoto.

Junk is the homebuilt PC the trio have made together, further improvements made as the series progresses, and houses Gridman until he needs to go into action. When Gridman's energy runs low, it can effect Junk, causing components to starts sparking, occasionally needing to have components replaced of the damage is enough.

Gridman The Hyper Agent is a Hyper Agent from Hyper World, come to Sakuragaoka in pursuit of the dangerous criminal Khan Digifer. Finding Junk as the only PC capable to containing an entity of his nature, he took the form of a CG character Ippei created, and gave Naoto the ability to merge with him to defeat he Kaiju, growing giant size in the Computer World thanks to Yuka's P-L6806OX size changing programGridman has a number of combat techniques. On his own he possesses the Cho Dendo Kick technique, and using the Gran Acceptor can utilise the Spark Beam, the Grid Light Saber and the finisher Grid Beam. After defeating a Kaiju he channels energy from the blue panels on his torso in the Fixer Beam, repairing damage and restoring altered areas of the Computer World.

Todo Takeshi is a classmate of Naoto, Yuka and Ippei, although they seem largely unaware of his existence. Generally introverted and misanthropic, he is left alone at home by his parents, and he has a crush on Yuka which he keeps attempting to confess to her but losing his nerve. Prone to accidents or being slighted, deliberately or not, he lashes out at those he feels are responsible, never accepting any blame for himself. In his dark room he creates Kaiju to vent his frustrations. Khan Digifer takes up residence in his computer, enslaving Takeshi, and bringing his Kaiju to life as his army, sending them to disrupt the operations of those who have drawn Takeshi's ire. Despite receiving painful retribution for failure, he continues to do as Khan Digifer orders.

Khan Digifer is a Demon King from Hyper World, who has escaped to earth in order to conquer it. He enslaves Takeshi, bringing his creations to life as part of his plans, and punishing him for failures.

[doomsdayweekly]

Segundo escrito que imaginé para Doomsday Daily, diario del fin de los tiempos.

Hubo un tiempo en que viví en Santiago y trabajaba como guardia para un condominio en Chicureo, fue en este periodo donde comencé a escribir los primeros relatos para este etéreo diario sin ningún fin de llevarlo a la fisicalidad.

Esta vez, lo que escribí tiene relación con una hipótesis recurrente que tengo, en donde siento que el tema de la reencarnación y las vidas pasadas tienen relación de cierta manera con la memoria muscular, que son los movimientos o ejercicios que quedan grabados en el cuerpo y que ya no necesitan pasar por todo el cuerpo para lograr una sinapsis, sino que pasan directamente del cerebro al musculo que se necesita utilizar. Esto lo vemos principalmente en atletas que ejercen su deporte. Un tenista o un futbolista no necesitan estar conscientes por completo al momento de cada jugada que harán en la cancha, sino que producto de su entrenamiento, su cuerpo reacciona antes de lo que reacciona su mente y terminan por moverse casi instintivamente, si es que no es completamente por instinto, o mejor dicho, por memoria muscular. Lo que me hace pensar que quizás la memoria muscular no solo se puede formar en vida, sino que también hay ciertos recuerdos que pueden heredarse genéticamente, solo que las memorias pasan ha ser parte de la memoria muscular de cada uno, de ahí que ciertos animales presentan instintos parecidos a la memoria al momento de enfrentarse a escenarios que para ellos son completamente nuevos. Como pasa en el experimento de los ratones que fueron obligados a resolver un laberinto con tal de llegar a su comida, lo que cada vez se les fue haciendo más fácil a medida que memorizaban cada vuelta y cada callejón sin salida. La parte interesante del experimento comienza cuando los científicos se dan cuenta que los ratones que nacían de estos ratones obligados a memorizar laberintos, eran más afines a encontrar la salida de manera más rápida que sus antecesores, hasta llegar al punto donde la generación actual, no tenía ya ratones familiares vivos que hubieran resuelto el laberinto conociendo su estructura, por lo que los ratones que quedaban, ninguno había experimentado antes el laberinto y sin embargo, conocían su estructura de memoria, por lo que en algún momento, investigadores postularon que la memoria no reside en las conexiones cerebrales, sino que residen en el interior de las celulas. Es por eso que mi hipótesis habla de como quizás aquello que llamamos reencarnación es al final solo la memoria que vamos traspasando geneticamente de generación en generación, como si estuvieramos realmente conectados desde el primer ser humano en existir.

El texto dice:

Científicos descubren relación entre vidas pasadas y la memoria muscular, Jesús y Buda sueltan una pequeña lagrima de alegría mientras científicos se esfuerzan en descifrar quien es la reencarnación de Ghengis Khan.

Ahora no lo recuerdo, pero quizás en el momento quería hacer una crítica a como la gente estaría más interesada en saber quien tomó el rol de Ghengis Khan, conquistador y monstruo de guerra en la actualidad que en buscar a los sucesores de figuras religiosas que buscaron la paz en el mundo. Uno es más interesante y morboso que los otros dos. A nadie le gusta que le digan como vivir.

[razorblade180]

Shackles 12: Protect your own

[part 11]

One thing leads to another. Pain brings grief, joy brings progress, day brings night; Jacquelyn knew simple truths like these, but she had really wished she could get her joy before night came. That didn’t seem to be the case. The tired woman sat on the Belladonna balcony. Her eyes scanned the stars that have kept her company for many years, bringing a sense of ease while her hands clasped a mug of warm tea. Blake’s mother, Kali, walked up from inside the house and poured more.

“Thank you.” Jacquelyn uttered softly. All day Kali hadn’t spoken a word to her. The older woman gave no expression, but her eyes said enough. They were upset, and mulling things over. “I’m-”

“If you’re going to apologize then don’t. There’s nothing you could say on his behalf.”

“Of..of course. I would never. I was going to apologize for myself. I’m…I involved your daughter in this. That one is on me.”

Kali looked over Jacquelyn. It just didn’t make sense to her. The girl before her sat solemnly waiting for a man who’s wracked sorrow to countless lives.

“If I wasn’t for Sun and Ilia, I would’ve denied you being here. I don’t want him near my home. He’s caused enough harm.”

“I understand. Still, I’m grateful. I know this can’t be easy for you.”

Tears of frustration welled up in Kali’s eyes the more Jacquelyn spoke to her. “Did you have a mother growing up?”

“…For a while. I lost her young.”

“I don’t know you, but I can tell she must’ve been caring; the kind of mother that would go to war for you.”

“Hehe, yeah, she was.” A tiny smile crept to her face, thinking back on the remarkable woman. “I owe her a lot in life.”

“A good mother’s only wish in life is to keep their kids safe and happy no matter what. So yeah, this isn’t easy. The thing I love the most in this world, my precious baby girl, you’ve helped invite back the very thing I failed to protect her from. I’m absolutely livid.So don’t tell me you understand. You’re not a mother.”

A lump formed in Jacquelyn’s throat. The little joy she had fizzled out. Kali’s words felt colder than Atlas winds and they had a right to be. However…a click at the door cut through all that.

“We’re home.” Blake said down stairs. Kali quickly ran downstairs. Jacquelyn put down the mug and ran too, but then, she stopped. A loud slurp came from behind her. She turned back around, gasping. Adam sat in her chair with her mug. His face was a bit pale and clothes were replaced with something a bit nostalgic.

“Hey, how you feeling? ” She said, smirking at his attempts to look cool.

“Dehydrated. Also a little stuffy.” He took off his old signature jacket. “Cannot believe this thing was still around. I guess evidence lockers really collect everything.”

“Did you climb up here?”

“Both Ghira, Blake and I all agreed that Kali is the absolute last person who should see me.” He walked towards her.

“Pfft yeah.” Jacquelyn did her best to chuckle but the smile she tried to force turned to a lip quiver while tears came automatically. Adam put her arms around her and she lost it. Her fingers clung to his shirt and wept, not caring who heard.

“Do you enjoy scaring me?”

“What did you think happened to me?”

“I don’t fucking know.” She sniffed, “so many things. I didn’t want to think you decided to up and leave but now I kinda wish that was the case. At least then I could be pissed at you for being an idiot. I held you Adam. You were so cold.”

“You off all people should know how close to death I can get. But I’ll admit it, I thought I was a goner. I’ll tell you about everything later, but first…” Adam let her go and stepped out of view from the balcony doors.

The entire Belladonna family came up stairs. Kali’s eyes were noticeably more red and her hand held Ghira’s. Blake’s eyes were also a bit puffy but much less.

Jacquelyn sighed as she wiped her own eyes. “Have we all been crying today?”

Blake chuckled halfheartedly “Looks like it. You okay?”

“Not really. I need a nap.”

Kali looked at the balcony. “…Adam, sincerity starts with eye contact.”

“Is that what you want from me?”

“No. Frankly I like not seeing you, but it’s rude to let this woman stand alone after waiting.” Kali wasn’t petty. She knew this wasn’t about her.

Adam walked into view slowly and stood beside Jacquelyn. He took Kali’s glare head on. It was actually nice to know one person in this room would definitely not hold back against him. He’s gotten used to that.

Blake looked at Jacquelyn and spoke. “Where’s Ilia and Sun? I thought they would’ve stayed.”

“Those two only stayed for about an hour. Ilia said she had to do something important and Sun tagged along with her. I have no idea where but they took an airship. They said they’d be back by sunrise.”

That was a little concerning. Blake had hoped to have everyone here for this. What in the world could possess them to leave?

“Guess this is everyone for now. Adam, we gotta do something with you. Even if you’re technically dead, things have to be different.”

“Lock me up.” He said bluntly. Everyone jumped a little from the suggestion.

“Lock you up!? Adam I made a case to keep you out of-”

“I wasn’t finished.” He interjected. “There’s already a collection of people here who know I’m alive. Those guards of yours in particular. Loyalty is easy to strain. If you just let me walk then they will resent you. Allowing them to put me behind bars covertly might give you a better chance to negotiate what to do with me later on.”

“Or you’re locked up forever without real protection. You might be at their mercy. I’m not allowing that.”

Jacquelyn nodded. “Neither am I. We didn’t get you out of one situation just to throw you back into the exact same one! Even if they work for Blake, she can’t watch over their every action.”

Ghira rubbed his beard. That was true. It wouldn’t be good for Blake to be visiting jail constantly anyways, still. “It wouldn’t be wise for Adam to go unpunished. I think for people’s peace of mind he must be detained for a while.”

“Dad! But…”

“Saber is a good man. He wouldn’t act out of line on a whim. Besides, I will volunteer personally to check on him daily.”

Kali looked at Blake’s shocked expression. “Sweetie, he is still a criminal.”

“I know, but…this doesn’t solve anything! How do you expect him to prove things are different behind a cell!?” Blake looked at Adam. “How can you be okay with it?”

“I’m not. If I see another pair of shackles again it would be too soon; but the public finding out about me is no short of a death sentence. However, I do have conditions for going along with this.”

Kali’s eyes narrowed. “Are you really in a position to discuss terms?”

“As long as this is a majority, then yes.” That wasn’t gonna score points with her but oh well Atonement or not, Adam refused to be walked all over. “First, Jackie’s home was blown up. I’d like her to stay here until it can be rebuilt. Second, I’d also want Sienna to be put in Jackie's care when she’s out of the hospital.”

Both Kali and Jacquelyn were highly confused. The maiden spoke up. “Ummm Sienna Khan?”

“Hmm? Oh, no. She’s this little girl that escaped the mineshaft with me.”

“White tiger ears? I remember a girl by you in the desert. Why me?”

“Unfortunately she’s not speaking much.” Ghira said. “Adam says you’re pretty good and patient with situations like these. Also, the child seems attached to Adam, so maybe she’ll be comfortable with the person around him.”

“Be careful though. She can get pretty defensive and violent.”

Jacquelyn squinted. “Giving me a way to focus while you’re gone, is that it? Hmph, like I’d say no regardless. Of course I’ll help her if I can.” She folded her arms. Guess she was getting single mother practice early.

“I’m glad. I do have one more condition.” He put his arm over the maiden’s shoulder and pulled her close. “I’ll go to jail, after I help Jacquelyn get through her pregnancy.”

The room went silent. Jacquelyn felt her face get hot and eyes water again. He knew. These terms weren’t for his benefit at all. They were all for her.

Ghira and Kali looked at each other, shocked by this revelation. A twinge of guilt hit Kali for the words she spoke early, but now she understood Jacquelyn’s feelings just a little bit more.

“You would send yourself to jail even knowing her condition?”

“I don’t make money and I don’t see any outcome where me being free makes it easier for Jacquelyn or those two kids. Anybody drawing the connections would be problematic to put it lightly. At least this way I’m not a complete dead beat. So, do we have an agreement?” He asked Ghira.

Blake bit her bottom lip. Right now she needs to look outside herself. She reminded herself of Yang’s parting words. “Slow down. I don’t need things done in a night. Sigh, besides, it’s not like I have a better plan.” Blake looked at her father. “It’s not unreasonable.”

“That’s not exactly the problem. I’d agree but even nine months of him being free is a lot to swallow. We simply don’t have the men to watch him or a place to keep him.”

“Yeah I don’t want him in my home of all places.” Kali added. “Now matter how you look at it, Adam is too dangerous for anyone to look after while he’s free. I can’t go on good faith where there isn’t any.”

“Mom he’s-”

“OH! OH! I’LL WATCH HIM!” Yelled a voice outside, brimming with energy.

A gust of wind blew in from the balcony bringing a glimmer of faith and dozens of rose petals. Blake’s jaw dropped. “Ruby!?”

The full fledged scythe wielding huntress grinned ear to ear. “Yo!” Ruby dashed in and stopped right in front of Blake, giving her a big hug and waving to her parents. “Busy day huh?”

Blake grabbed her leader by the shoulders. This had to be a fever dream. “Ruby, why are you here!?”

The reaper’s face went red as she started chuckling. “Hehe, so funny story…”

xxxx

“Ruby?!” Yang questioned, shouting over the edge of her ship at another ship passing by. Sure enough, her little sister turned around and gasped.

“Yang!? Why are you on a boat leaving Menagerie!?”

“Why are you on a boat docking to Menagerie is a better question!”

“I stopped by your house only to hear from Jaune that you went to see Blake for the first time in forever! You think I was gonna be calm about it? I took the first mission here I could find to have an excuse!”

Yang could not believe what she was hearing. “Rubes…but that..why!? Just why!?”

“You have a bad habit of saying things you don’t mean when you get emotional. If things went south then they might not get better.”

Moments like these made it really hard for Yang to believe she was the older sister; especially when Ruby is absolutely right. “Can you not call me out like that?”

“Why are you leaving? Don’t tell me things went up in flames?”

“N- Well they almost did, but it’s fine! We’re okay; more than okay. I had to cut things short because…I gotta do some stuff. So does she.” Ruby would have a cow if she learned Yang was pregnant. Yang wanted to tell her, but Jaune had to be first. Well…technically second, but first in her heart!”

Ruby could not believe she rushed over to Menagerie for nothing! Well at least her sister looked happy, so things must’ve gone okay. “Well, I’m happy for you! Sigh…I guess I’ll knock out this mission as fast as I can then-”

“Actually, Ruby, can you do your big sis a huge favor?”

xxxx

“And now I’m here.” Ruby rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment. “Would’ve gotten here sooner but a supply mission is a supply mission. I also checked in with Saber, was it? When I explained who I was he gave me a brief and vague update. Since I came here to mediate in the first place and Yang asked so nicely, I thought I’d lend a hand.”

“You were gonna do that favor or no favor.”

Ruby grinned. It was nice to be known so well. “Mr. and Mrs. Belladonna, I’ll watch Adam. That’s the main reason you turned the offer right?”

“Y…Yes but-” Ghira stuttered.

Kali sighed, “Do you really plan on sticking around for nine months?”

“Technically as long as he’s with me and out of sight then I wouldn’t have to stay here specially, but I can understand if you don’t want him too far away. If he’s genuine then having him help rebuild the blown up home should be no problem. I can stay in the house to watch everyone, or I’m happy to rent a place and keep them there. Ilia has a spot out of the way of people. We got options.”

Call her impulsive, but Ruby was persistent. A game changer everywhere she went and she knew it. The girl took a step back to be in the middle of the room. Her hands went on her hips. The next words she spoke were with pure confidence and sincerity.

“If you need good faith then look towards me. I love your daughter like family and I’ve always looked out for people, so believe me when I say this. Adam Taurus has nothing on me. I can take him.” Bold words but she meant them to the letter.

That confidence was felt by everyone. Even Adam felt challenged, though he had no intention of betraying anyone. His first time seeing Blake’s leader and the sister of a person he never thought would save his life, and she was trash talking him. Huh, I guess they really were related. The argument was strong, too strong for Kali and Ghira to deny. Both of them gave a look of uncertainty before nodding.

“I will cut everyone some slack and let them stay in this room tonight as long as you’re here too.” Kali said.

“Yes ma’am. I appreciate it.” Ruby gave a nod as the older woman left.

Ghira gave a smile to Ruby. “I’m glad Blake has family everywhere.” He left after his wife, leaving the rest of them to sort the rest out.

Ruby finger gunned Blake before turning around,

approaching Adam for the first time in her life. He was definitely tall. That’s for sure. “I don’t think we’ve officially met yet.”

“But I’m positive you know everything you need to know about me?”

“Eh, Blake’s not much of a talker. My sister said a few things but they weren’t exactly helpful, just nasty. You’ve done a lot to her, more than you probably know. Still, Yang fights her own battles and I guess recently she won a big one. We’ll only have a fight if you start one, deal?” Ruby extended her hand.

Adam couldn’t get a read on Ruby. She was open, yet guarded. Kinda Jacquelyn. He shook her hand. “Pretty bold to say you can beat someone you never met.”

“Really? I don’t think so. If my friends could do it years ago then me doing it now should be cake. I mean you even look like a ghost right now.” Her eyes shifted to Jacquelyn. “Congratulations by the way.”

“Thanks?” Jacquelyn grabbed Adam’s sleeve. “Can the two of us talk on the balcony in private?”

“Be my guest.” Ruby watched her new assignment get dragged away by….whatever that girl was to him. “So Blake, I know this isn’t the sweetest vis-eep!” A tight hug snuck up on her.

Blake squeezed tightly and let her stress fade

away. “That’s my incredible leader. Always coming to my rescue.”

“Awe, oh sweet hehe. Now I really know you’re stressed.” Ruby hugged back happily.

Outside, things were a little less warm and cozy. The cool breeze against Jacquelyn’s skin did little to cool her off as her hands tugged gently on the front of Adam’s shirt. Her eyes were glued to the floor while she felt his hand on her head.

“For the record, I’m not the biggest fan of all this.”

“Aren’t you the one who’s been preaching about being more than what I was? Salvation and all that?”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t proud.” She lifted her for him to see her pouting. “So you knew I was pregnant all along? Gotta admit, that makes you getting kidnapped willingly and trying to go to jail makes you look really shitty.”

“Jackie-”

“I know I’m twisting your intentions but I can’t help but feel that way okay? I mean it’s fine. I’m just the gal who took pity on you and helped for her own therapeutic needs or salvation; whatever you wanna call it. Sure we slept around from time to time but that’s what happens when you have no one else. We had no labels. Circumstances made us glorified roommates at best. I mean yeah sure, on paper I guess I did what I set out to do. You’re changing.”

“And you’re trying not to cry.” He rubbed her cheek. Jackie wasted no time reaching to hold it in place. “You’ve spent a few years trying to get me to be more direct with myself. Think you can take your own advice right now.”

“……I fucked up. I should’ve just been helping you but I did more than that. I fell for you, and I can’t say with confidence I know how you feel back because we never talked about these things. A situation like this is what I used to imagine but along the line all I thought of was us, always together.”

“So you’re basically asking me what you are to me, is that it?”

“Stupid, right?” Jacquelyn started laughing at her own insecurities until Adam wrapped his arms around her and rested her head on his chest. The sound of his heart filled her senses and calmed her.

“I thought of you every day I was trapped. To tell you the truth, I don’t feel much different from the day you found me. If anything it’s only harder for me to deny how fucked I am.”

“Idiot, that’s a world of difference, and I’m not the only one who sees that.” Jacquelyn gave a soft smile. So much between was unsaid and uncertain, but that's fine for now. He thought of her, fought for her. She did the same. Those actions were worth a billion words. Roughly nine more months of actions before life changed forever. Best to not waste them. Jacquelyn tilted her head up and leaned in, kissing him gently. The joy she waited for was finally hers as he kissed her back.

Two sets of footsteps came back up the stairs. One pair was a very exhausted Ilia and the other was a slightly less tired Sun.

“Ilia! You’re back!” Blake yelled.

“Yeah I-” she spotted the intimacy happening on the balcony. “Hmm didn’t need to see that.”

“Be nice.”

“That’s what I’ve been doing this entire adventure. Also hey Ruby. Couldn’t resist a good drama?”

“As if! I came here to keep things drama free!”

Sun guided Ilia to the couch for her to plop on. Poor girl has been traveling nonstop for at least three days now. He was tired too, but a sudden rush of energy hit him in the form of Blake giving him a running hug and a quick passionate kiss that made him laugh.

“Haha, is that you saying sorry or thank you?”

“It’s me saying you’re amazing and I love you for rolling with this so effortlessly.”

“Oh there’s effort. You’re just worth it.” He smiled, kissing her again. “I’m just happy you’re safe, but you gotta-”

“Slow down. Yeah…I’ve been told.” Blake rested her head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady and strong, like he always is. “Where did you two go?”

Sun looked at Ilia who immediately got up and left to bother the pair on the balcony, grabbing Ruby too. Sun let Blake go. The man let out a faux cough. “So umm this is probably a completely inappropriate time to ask this but…”

Blake saw him reach into his pocket and her face immediately felt like fire. “Wait!” She frantically grabbed his wrist before he could take his hand out. “I know I asked but you could’ve lied!”

“Hey! I was actually trying to get things prepared back in Vacou but people started getting abducted. I know I just talked about you slowing things down and this isn’t the first time we’ve discussed-”

“Yes!” Blake could see the goofy and confused smile Sun was forming. It only flustered her more. “Don’t be surprised. Listen, it was always gonna be a yes. I’m still going to say yes; especially with all that’s happened. Lately it feels like I’ve been putting off things in my life for things I want in my life, but…you are someone I always want. Even if I don’t say it all the time.”

“I know that. It’s okay. Equality is busy work. It is your dream.”

Blake blushed, “So is marrying you. When this situation gets sorted out and dealt with, can you ask me then? You’ve given all your attention through this. I want to give you all of mine when.”

Drat! How could that feel so bittersweet sweet and yet appropriate? Sun knew his face was red too. Blake didn’t reject him by any means but the moment of courage was dashed! Guess that was the point. Typical Blake. Nothing typical about her. Sun let go of the ring in his pocket and chose to hold Blake’s face, staring into her eyes. How could they be so determined one moment and bashful the next. Honestly…

“My future wife is so ridiculous sometimes.”

“I think that’s what my future husband likes about me.” Blake smirked, “I love you.”

The two shared a kiss, taking a moment for themselves.

Ruby smiled from outside and looked at the others. “Okay, I know there’s more of a reason for nabbing me, because that pretty moment was happening no matter how many were around.”

“I brought you out here because the four of us plus Sun are about to keep a secret.” Ilia put her back against the railing, her head looking towards the stars. “Sobek, I handled it.”

Jacquelyn went bug eyed. “What? H-How?”

“Talked to the victims here, Vacou, and Adam briefly. If I would’ve gone in with you all then I might’ve recognized him. He did work in Atlas after all. Anyways it’s dealt with and you don’t have to worry about any of those victims talking. They already wanted to forget the ordeal so adding funds was icing on the cake.” Ilia stared at Adam with soullessness

“I know, you didn’t do it for me.”

“Oh how I wish that were true. Let’s make things clear right now, I’m so pissed at you. If you weren’t injured then I’d throw down right now. Blake never told you this most likely, but near my house I gave you a grave. To me you deserved at least that much; you kept me alive and going for a time. As much as I now hate some of the things I know how to do, I was fortunate you taught me them because those skills help people.”

Adam watched as Ilia took her pointer finger and pressed it against his heart. He could feel her shaking.

“If you ever want my help again then you will keep me in the loop at all times. I was there before and after Blake worked beside us. I had every right to know about you being alive as much as she did.” Ilia would never admit it to anybody but as much as she was crushed when Blake fell for Adam, she couldn’t help but feel angry when both began undervaluing her contribution. Like they say, three is a crowd.

Adam removed Ilia’s finger and nodded. “Hehe, I can accept those rules.”

“What’s so funny huh? Ugh, you really know how to tick a person off.”

“Nothing. Just…everyone is mad at me for something different. Hard to keep track of it all. Guess being a leader was doomed after all. I don’t get any of you. I can’t help but laugh at myself.” He chuckled to himself.

The strange humor of it all caused Jacquelyn to join in quietly while Ilia rolled her eyes and let things be as they were. She said her peace. Ruby though, she couldn’t help but look at the three of them, Adam specifically. There he was, a person recently beaten to near death, laughing at his own past mistakes in a world that didn’t want him.

“Hmmm I don’t get it. What was scary about this guy?”

[enkhanthor]

Haughar se tornou o "caçador' da família. Ele colocava armadilhas para raposas e coletava frutas, rãs e cogumelos que encontrava próximo ao assentamento Dente de Sabre. Eram tarefas enfadonhas e ele ainda sonhava com o dia em que Khan lhe deixaria ter uma lança de caçador de verdade.

A parte preferida de seu dia era quando ele visitava o assentamento Dente de Sabre.

Haughar era um menino muito sociável e adorava ser o centro das atenções. Infelizmente, ele não era muito esperto, mas a Xamã Mãe Oggi e Dea, a parteira gostavam dele mesmo assim.

Ele também tentou se aproximar das outras crianças do bando. Arkho, o filho mais velho de Khan era muito arrogante e seu meio irmão Fern era muito jovem, mas Siggy dava ouvidos às suas histórias de caçador.

Mamma Janna, a mãe de Siggy observava os dois com uma certa tristeza no olhar. Siggy seria uma das mulheres de Khan quando chegasse a idade fértil e Mamma Janna esperava que Siggy e Haughar não se tornassem muito próximos, mas as crianças eram muito jovens para saber ou se importar com esses assuntos.

A noite Haughar contava com orgulho seus grandes feitos para a família.

Algumas vezes ele levava seu irmãozinho Kilhir em suas aventuras. Um dia eles encontraram uma mulher chamada Tigga perdida entre as ruínas de pedra. A mulher procurava um bando e Haughar contou para ela histórias sobre os clãs que conhecia, os Dente de Sabre e os Trovão. E foi assim que Tigga, filha de Jhog decidiu se juntar ao Clã Trovão.

Apesar de todas as pessoas que Haughar conhecia, o velho Lobo continuava sendo seu mais querido companheiro. O animal estava muito velho e meio cego e raramente acompanhava o menino em suas aventuras, preferindo ficar em casa dormindo.

Foi com grande tristeza para a família que um dia ele não acordou mais.

Eva e Haughar enterraram Lobo embaixo de uma pedra para marcar seu túmulo. O menino estava sendo forçado pela vida a deixar seus dias de infância para trás.

Continua…

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[thepoetryof-birds]

Humming Birds

Humming Birds

Hummingbirds belong to the avian family Trochilidae. All of the approximately 340 living hummingbird species are entirely and uniquely North and South American. They live anywhere from Alaska to the southernmost tip of South America. Hummingbirds are small (weighing 2 to 20 grams), average weight is less than a nickel, with long, narrow bills and small, saber-like wings.

Males (and occasionally females) often have a colorful gorget—small, stiff, highly reflective, colored feathers on the throat and upper chest. These shiny feathers and others around the head may look sooty black until a hummingbird turns its head to catch the sun and display the intense, metallic spectral color.

The name, hummingbird, comes from the humming noise their wings make as they beat so fast. They are the only birds that can fly backwards. And they have no sense of smell. However, they do have good color vision. Some birds like the Ruby-throated Hummingbird prefer orange or red flowers. Hummingbirds are long distance migrants. They are solitary migrants, so you won’t see them traveling in flocks. The Rufous hummingbirds migrate farther than any other North American species. They travel 4,000 miles from Mexico to Alaska every spring.

Symbolism

Hummingbirds represent small things in life and their meaning. A hummingbird flying reminds us to enjoy life and simple pleasures. The symbolism of the hummingbird is also linked to the idea of eternity and infinity. Bird’s wings move in the pattern of figure eight, the ancient symbol of continuity.

People believed that the Native American hummingbird was created from flowers. This is why the bird returns every spring to show its gratitude to flowers.

In Asia, specifically China, they believe humming birds are good luck. The ancient art of Feng Shui teaches us to hang hummingbirds’ pictures in nurseries to attract good luck and purity.

In the bible, hummingbird symbolism reminds us to have the mind of an adult and the heart of a child.

The hummingbird dream meaning represents a positive omen. Seeing a hummingbird in a dream means that good luck is approaching. These good things might affect your love life, career, or even spiritual life.

Hummingbird spirit encourages you to open up your soul and let your loved ones see what you feel for them. The symbolic meaning of a hummingbird is that you should focus on love.

If you have the spirit animal hummingbird, you need to trust your inborn abilities. Allow your creativity to blossom. Seeing a hummingbird meaning is that you must be more flexible and adaptable.

Poetry

One day a hummingbird flew in-- It fluttered against the window til I got it down where I could reach it with an open umbrella-- --When I had it in my hand it was so small I couldn't believe I had it--but I could feel the intense life--so intense and so tiny-- ...You were like the humming bird to me... And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know the best part of one another without spending much time together-- --It is not that I fear the knowing-- It is that I am at this moment willing to let you be what you are to me--it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.

— Georgia O'Keeffe

Like thoughts that flit across the mind, Leaving no lasting trace behind, The humming-bird darts to and fro, Comes, vanishes before we know.

― Jones Very

The humming-bird! the humming-bird! So fairy-like and bright: It lives among the sunny flowers, A creature of delight!

― Mary Howitt

May my faith always be at the end of the day like a hummingbird...returning to its favorite flower.

― Sanober Khan

[encvnto]

06 ( avril & khalil ! )

                 (   𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆  𝒕𝒐  𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔  ;;   06 . a  kiss  during  a  fight   )

quem quer que alegasse que avril signoret era boa e paciente assim como foi jesus, claramente tinha a francesa errada em mente. isso ou então abusava da ironia, pois esta era uma imagem que nem mesmo o melhor assessor de imprensa podia tentar arquitetar — e acredite, um deles já tentou. boa? hm, questionável. paciente? absolutamente não. ❛ coisa da minha cabeça uma ova! aquela saloppe (1) tava tão em cima de você, que se você se mexesse, era capaz de dar de cara naqueles peitos falsos! ❜   com a face mais vermelho que o batom barato da “digníssima colega” de quem falava, a francesa bradou cada palavra com tanto ódio quanto podia caber em seu corpo diminuto. veja, era uma faca de dois gumes: se o seu ego exacerbado se deliciava com a ideia de namorar o cara perfeito ( que era um grande gostoso, verdade fosse dita ), os olhares que ele recebia por isso simplesmente acabavam com toda a sua paz de espírito. odiava que ele fosse tão desejado, pois isso a lembrava que opções não lhe faltaria se — quando — khalil a deixasse. e, como a pessoa emocionalmente madura que era, acabava descontando tal frustração no coitado. que, para o seu crédito ( ou pesar ) já parecia tão acostumado que nem mesmo se abalava.  ❛ avril, também não é pra tanto. ❜   ele disse, num suspiro contido enquanto bagunçava os fios com a destra. os dois já estavam no apartamento dele, após o jantar ( que não, infelizmente não acabou com signoret enfiando a mão na cara da safada.. uma pena, sinceramente ), e khalil era o retrato da calma, se despindo da camisa social e pescando a blusa velha do pijama. em qualquer outra situação, a morena admiraria a visão, contudo, toda a calmaria alheia despertava o exato oposto nela. ❛ ah, então agora eu sou maluca?! ❜   ah, se olhares matassem, o canadense estaria mortinho no chão naquele instante! tudo bem que não era culpa dele ou mesmo um direito seu distorcer as palavras dele daquele jeito. no meio de toda a sua frustração latente, avril ainda tinha um restinho de racionalidade que lhe permitia reconhecer aquilo, só que tudo o que queria era uma reação do namorado. alguma consternação, alguma reafirmação que ele era dela e não caíria nos encantos de alguma peituda sonsa, tão menos marrenta do que ela. inferno. custava muito ele ler sua mente e aquietar suas frustrações e inseguranças sem que ela precisasse falar em voz alta?! aquele deveria ser o seu trabalho, oras!   ❛ a cretina ‘tava quase dando pra você na minha frente, mas, é óbvio que é só loucura minha. é claro! quer saber, se eu sou tão d- ❜   mas não houve como terminar de falar, pois suas palavras foram interrompidas pelos lábios de khalil, que se esmagavam contra os seus num beijo cálido e sem aviso. a menina mimada dentro dela, que sempre precisava ter a palavra final, bem tentou lutar contra, todavia, era inútil. o calor de seus dedos em sua bochecha acabava com qualquer resistência e a intensidade com a qual beijava, toda a sintonia deliciosa deles, tombava cada uma das barreiras que a francesa passou a vida inteira construindo. mon dieu, avril poderia lutar contra qualquer coisa no mundo, mas não contra os sentimentos que apenas khalil despertava. como poderia? ele era seu porto seguro, seu maior fã, seu coração. ela era dele — o nome dele estava escrito por todo seu corpo, sua alma. e, ah, era exatamente por isso que a ideia de um dia perdê-lo lhe assustava tanto. ❛ a única coisa óbvia aqui ... ❜   a voz masculina soou incrivelmente rouca quando por fim seus lábios ( e somente eles ) se afastaram. a ponta cor de rosa da língua escapou por entre eles para umedecê-los e, como se estivesse hipnotizada, a garota acompanhou o movimento com o olhar. distraída o suficiente para que khan erguesse o queixo com um toque delicado, porém firme, para que pudesse ver toda a sinceridade em seus olhos escuros, quando disse:   ❛ é que se você não se preocupasse tanto com os outros, veria que não importa quem me olha ou não, porque eu só tenho olhos pra você! ❜ ❛ você promete? ❜   a pergunta veio sincera, o tom agora brando e apaixonado. o sorriso pequeno brotou em seus lábios avermelhados alcançava seus olhos e espelhava o de khalil, e signoret nem mesmo lhe deixou responder o sim evidente antes de puxá-lo para outro beijo apaixonado. ah, a mulher que é fitada com todo aquele sentimento presente nos olhos de khalil não quer guerra com ninguém!

[familiakhan]

Rolê

Não sei como Hassan quer ler e pintar ao mesmo tempo (ignore os viajantes do tempo andando na rua)

Orial aprende a tocar violino.

Latifa se tornou criança. Já não há bebês nesta casa, glória a Deus!

A família Khan vai para um rolê na casa dos amigos.

Todo mundo só quer saber da piscina.

E a família se divertiu!

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