#VIA VERDA

[ernestdescalsartwok]

HORTA DE SANT JOAN-PINTURA-ART-AQUAREL·LA-ESTACIO-VELLA-RUTA VIA VERDA-TARRAGONA-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS por Ernest Descals Por Flickr: HORTA DE SANT JOAN-PINTURA-ART-AQUAREL·LA-ESTACIO-VELLA-RUTA VIA VERDA-TARRAGONA-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS- Antiguas estaciones del ferrocarril en la provincia de Tarragona, Catalunya, ahora forman parte de la RUTA de la VIA VERDA, la estación del tren en HORTA DE SANT JOAN, acuarelas espontáneas pintadas en el viaje, la libreta del artista pintor Ernest Descals, pintando aquello que ahora ha sufrido una transformación paisajista por el paso del tiempo.

[tecontos]

Traindo com o amigo do trabalho

By; Kira

Sou a Kira, era casada na época tinha 22 anos (hj to com 28) moro em SC e o que aconteceu comigo foi com um colega de trabalho, vou chama-lo de Luciano.

Eu sou morena, baixinha, corpo bonito, gosto de usar saltos altos e percebo os olhares quando passo. quem me via jamais imaginaria que eu seria capaz de trair meu marido… na verdade, nunca tive essa intenção, apesar de ter casado sem gostar muito dele (casei pra sair de casa) mas aconteceu.

Meu amigo não tem nada de especial, um cara pra lá de comum, normal de rosto, porem era muito cheiroso (mais tarde vim conhecer um pau muito gostoso também) levemente acima do peso. Trabalhamos juntos há pouco tempo, mas na empresa já há alguns anos, como almoçamos juntos quase todos os dias, acabamos nos conhecendo bem, sabia que tinha uma namorada, era noivo e iria casar, a noiva dele comprava roupas na mesma loja que eu, sabia que ele pegava mais uma ou duas meninas na empresa, e a fama do pau espalhou, ou seja, que tinha um belo dote e era meio galinha, e como todo galinha é bom sedutor, comecei a conhecer um pouco da vida dele e ele da minha.

Aos poucos senti uma diferença na forma que me olhava e falava comigo, mas achava que não era nada, pois ele sabia que eu era casada.

Para complicar a situação, meu casamento estava de mal a pior e comecei a falar da minha vida para o Luciano, pois não controlo muito a minha língua e dei “munição” ao inimigo, depois comecei a pegar carona com ele ao final do expediente, principalmente nos dias de chuva, pois só tinha moto ele tinha carro, um dia ele viu a minha calcinha fio dental (só uso desse tipo e estava de calça de cintura baixa) e ele me confessou na empresa, pois foi quando ele me buscou pela manhã e me mostrou a foto que tirou (abaixo) quando ia descer e mostrou o volume na calça dele, fiquei “vermelha” com a situação (mas bem curiosa em ver o que estava ali por baixo, visto que já estava há alguns dias sem transar).

Conforme foi passando os meses, pegamos uma certa intimidade em falar qualquer coisa um pro outro sem constrangimentos.

Um dos dias que eu estava de carona com ele, estava muito transito, e ele sugeriu pararmos em uma rua qualquer para continuar conversando, pois o trecho em que estávamos estava tudo parado mesmo.  Falei ok e paramos e, ele começou a conversar virado para mim com a mão ligeiramente no meu cabelo, e estranhamente comecei achar perigoso ficar ali com ele pois não sabia onde poderia parar, mas acabei ignorando o perigo e continuamos conversando, percebi que ele passava a mão na calça em direção ao pau dele e era notório que estava levemente duro, nisso ele passou a passar a mão na minha nuca, falando como eu era linda e meu marido tinha muita sorte em ter uma mulher como eu, eu comecei a sentir uma coisa estranha, um tesão repentino, não exatamente por ele, mas pela possibilidade de ter algo com outro homem que não fosse meu marido…(nunca o trai).

Entrei num papinho e outro ele me abraçou e respirou no meu pescoço, eu me arrepiei, ele percebeu e me beijou. Eu não sabia o que fazer, fiquei surpresa e acabei correspondendo ao beijo.

Neste primeiro beijo (rápido) nada de mais, ficamos um pouco sem jeito, mas acabamos nos beijando mais e mais, em um desses beijos eu já estava quase em transe, ele começou a passar a mão nos meus seios (que já estavam duros ) eu comecei a gemer, a falar no ouvido dele, para, para e ele me beijava mais avidamente, uma delicia. não satisfeito ele pegou minha mão e colocou sobre seu pau… aí eu não aguentei e apertei, segurei um pouco já ficando maluca, ele ameaçou colocar o pau pra fora, e eu parei definitivamente com aquela sacanagem, ele se desculpou e fomos embora quase calados.

Ficamos uns dias sem se falar, ate que um dia ele me chamou para almoçar e ao invés de irmos nos restaurantes por perto da empresa que estávamos acostumados a ir, ele pegou o carro e disse que iriamos almoçar em uma churrascaria perto da marginal e lá fomos nós.

Na verdade, eu não pensava em outra coisa a não ser beija-lo novamente e sentir toda aquela sensação vivida há uns dias atrás, ele começou a perguntar sobre o que eu senti naquele dia, se eu havia gostado, e eu respondi que sim, porem não era certo, e ele concordou, ele novamente parou o carro, e pediu para me beijar pela ultima vez e eu concordei e começamos a nos beijar, os beijos foram esquentando e estava me amaçando toda e eu tinha que voltar a trabalhar, eu não tinha a menor intenção de dar pra ele, só queria ficar naquela sacanagem colegial, mas pra minha surpresa ele sugeriu irmos a um motel por ser perigoso ficar na rua, etc.

A empresa ficava na rua do terminal (quem é de Itajaí sabe onde estou falando e o motel mais próximo seria indo pelo promorar indo em direção a Brusque, no trevo motel 2….) ele disse que éramos adultos e principalmente amigos e nada aconteceria, pois sabia que eu era casada, e estaríamos mais seguros…na hora eu falei ok, por que ele era tão meu amigo que eu não me imaginava dando pra ele, então eu topei e fomos, chegando no motel, ficamos meio sem jeito, sentamos na cama, conversamos dois minutos e começamos nos amassar novamente, mas o ambiente já era outro e eu já estava toda molhada, quando eu comecei a falar que minha blusa estava amassando, ele gentilmente começou a tirar a minha blusa, eu a esta altura já estava toda entregue a aquele homem que não era o meu marido.

Ele tirou minha blusa, meus seios estavam expostos, pois não estava de sutiã e começou a me lamber inteira, ele lambia os bicos dos meus seios de uma maneira delicada que só aumentava meu tesão, eu avisava que não passaríamos daquele ponto, mas ele começou a me chupar de uma maneira tão maravilhosa que ele baixou um pouco a minha legging branca e começou a lamber minha virilha e beijar em cima da calcinha branca, eu já estava ensopada, toda molhada e eu estava de uma maneira que eu saí de mim literalmente que eu nem senti ele tirar as calcas dele, eu estava totalmente entregue.

Quando ele começou a tirar minha calcinha e chupar o meu grelinho fiquei louca, eu nunca tinha gozado (mas aquilo era o mais próximo do gozo que eu imaginava ser pelo o que ouvia falar) e vim descobrir isso bem depois com o meu marido atual, mas estava segura que ele estava vestido.

Então , ele começou a subir com sua língua quente e veio vindo pra cima de mim, me lambendo da virilha até o meu pescoço e se posicionando em cima de mim de forma tal que eu ficasse na posição de frango assado e quando ele começou a chupar meu pescoço eu senti a sua pica encostando na minha buceta, eu tomei um susto, tentei sair, mas já era tarde, ele me segurou pelos ombros, acelerou os movimentos da sua língua, e começou a me penetrar vagarosamente, deliciosamente, eu sentia cada centímetro daquela pica desconhecida entrar dentro de mim, eu comecei a gemer, e sentir algo como nunca.

Eu só pensava que estava sendo penetrada por outro homem, era como eu estivesse sonhando, meu tesão era enorme (talvez apimentado por uma situação proibida) quando eu dei por mim que estava realmente trepando, como não podia fazer mais nada me restou aproveitar da situação e me entregar inteira para aquele homem proibido, comecei a apertar a bunda dele, fazendo que eu comandasse os movimentos da penetração.

Logo invertemos de posição e pude ver aquela rola pela primeira vez… peguei-a com muito carinho e fui sentando em cima dela até sentir seus pentelhos roçando na minha bunda, comecei a rebolar, ir pra frente e pra trás até ver a cara de satisfação dele, logo, ele me virou de quatro e começou a meter vigorosamente, ele apertava minha virilha enquanto enfiava aquele cacete gostoso e ficava roçando os pentelhos na minha bunda, quando ele estava para gozar ele perguntou se podia gozar dentro de mim e falei que não, ele tirou pra e gozou na minha bunda, onde pude sentir aquela porra quente escorrendo.

Nos recompomos, e eu já estava totalmente descontraída, quando fomos tomar banho de banheira, ficamos nos tocando e eu pude brincar com aquela rola que me deu tanto tesão a minutos atras, ele sentou na beira da banheira e eu fiquei dentro d’agua apoiada no meio de sua pernas olhando para aquela rola já apontada na minha direção, não resisti e comecei a chupar, passava a língua das bolas a cabeça daquela rola, mas não conseguia engolir muito somente a cabeça, pois era grossa quando percebi que ele poderia estar pra gozar novamente eu parei e sugeri que voltássemos pra cama, mas ele falou

- agora é sua vez.

Ele pediu pra ficar de quatro, e começou a lamber minha boceta, passando a língua no meu cuzinho, eu me contorcia toda e logo senti aquela rola deliciosa na minha buceta novamente… quando eu estava acostumando, ele perguntou se eu já tinha feito sexo anal, eu disse que não, mas então ele falou que eu iria me surpreender.

Eu já não podia negar nada pra ele e deixei ele tomar conta da situação, logo senti uma pressão no meu cuzinho e não deixei, ele colocou o dedo e achei muito estranho e doeu doeu e fiquei apreensiva, mas estava com tesão, ele fazia movimentos leves com o dedo me fazendo sentir prazer pelo cu, eu nunca havia sentido isso, de repente ele tenta colocar a cabeça e eu grito e saio não consegui relaxar mas ele estava com tanto tesão que logo veio a gozar e mais uma vez gozou em cima da minha bunda, foi maravilhoso.

Tomamos banho, nos arrumamos e voltamos pro trabalho sem almoçar e como se nada tivesse acontecido.

Depois disso ainda saímos mais umas vezes, cheguei a chupar e dar pra ele dentro da empresa, ia no sábado trabalhar de saia só pra ele poder me comer rapidamente.

Depois já num segundo casamento depois de uns 3 anos voltei a sair com ele, hj perdemos o contato, mas ainda sinto desejo de dar pra ele, hj resolvi contar pois guardo pra mim há alguns anos sem ter com quem dividir.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Kira

[itsbenedict]

Two-Faced Jewel: Thunderbrush 28

A conwoman disguised as a noble and the delegation of university students studying her have arrived in the jungle city of Thunderbrush, ruled by ancient dryads and organized crime. Will they manage to stay uninvolved in shady conspiracies? (No.)

Story so far | Session log index | Previous session

Last time, Saelhen went undercover and interviewed various conspiracy members, and Looseleaf and Oliver conducted a huge search-and-rescue operation that left them totally exhausted. Having finally had a moment to rest at Oliver's mom's house, it's time for them to head to Tonnera Mighty herself, and inform her about the attempt on her life.

The Ashtray, in response to "Sumiko Doe"'s cover story, have called together a team of ragtag vampire slayers from their ranks and the Sounds'. The very next morning, they move out to Dead Jane in force.

On top of the disappearance of the corpses, it seems the slow unavoidable death field surrounding Jane is gone- stolen by the vampire lord, no doubt!

Saelhen attempts to parlay this totally unexpected disaster oh nooooo into contact information for their conspiracy's ringleaders... but they don't have any. The birds in question show up to negotiate and give orders whenever they feel like it.

With the failure of this operation, though, they're forced to mobilize- Red draws pretty-good likenesses of the party, and starts distributing them to be turned into wanted posters. The city's whole underground (metaphorically- the actual underground is largely uninvolved) is about to be on a massive manhunt for Dark Lady LuSleeve and her army of vampires.

Saelhen, of course, relays this development to Looseleaf and Oliver via telepathy, who've just woken up and started eating breakfast at the Selby plantation. Concerning news! Saelhen starts hoofing it over to their location to unsplit the party.

But Looseleaf is undaunted. She's ready to take action against the Gentle Chains, the slaver gang that Cabana Jim and Miriko used to do business with.

Miriko tells her her best bet for widely disseminating information is the Bird's-Eye View- but she recalls that the editor there, Verda Glye, seemed to already know they were slavers, and hadn't yet broken the story. Their next best bet- beyond hoofing it to the main temples of every ecumene and reporting one-by-one- is to get in touch with Tonnera Mighty herself, whose diary/blog/newspaper gets enough eyeballs on it to ensure the story won't get buried.

Meanwhile, Oliver is filling his mom in on everything that he's been up to lately.

Great! Except, rather than sensible advice, Grace Selby's reaction to being told that her son has been fighting gangs and doing vampire surgery and raising the dead and uncovering an assassination plot... is to bluescreen.

Her advice, such as it is, is to go and tell his father about all this, and then stop being involved in something so dangerous as soon as it's been put into the hands of the proper authorities. This more or less lines up with what the party wanted to do anyway- so it's off to town to talk to a tree.

On their way out the door, they run into a friend who recently came running from the Ashtray.

No, not Saelhen! It's that weirdly-tall goblin informant who was at Will-O's Ashtray meeting!

One of Oliver's "Eg gang"- there's Oliver (powder-Keg), Begg, Meg, Egg, and Greg. Bosom chums, fond of pranking Tonnera and blowing shit up. Greg always had a tendency to mysteriously disappear without warning- and it turns out that's due to his many part-time jobs serving as an informant for various informant-needers.

Greg is in a state of panic, because his friend Keg is standing right next to the EVIL MOTH NECROMANCER who they're all searching for. He's a pretty trusting guy, though, and Oliver is able to persuade him that, no, he hasn't been brainwashed or vampirized, and that this was all a misunderstanding. He's very forthright with him- to the point of blowing Saelhen's cover, even, whoops. But he's willing to keep that a secret- and later, escort them to the Ashtray to explain themselves.

But first, they've got a date with a date. Palm. Actually Tonnera isn't a date palm. I dunno, tree jokes are hard.

Looseleaf gives Greg a soul-linked coin to contact him with later (he panics, on trying it out, because apparently he's bad at telepathy). They finally meet up with Saelhen and head into the city center, to talk to Tonnera and Oliver's dad, Basil Highhollow.

They head inside and find Tonnera. Several of her, actually. She's enormous, and capable of sustaining multiple projections of herself for hundreds of parallel conversations. It makes her distractible, but great at multitasking. They flag down the nearest one, and Oliver casually strikes up a chat.

(See that there? That's what we call "Not Foreshadowing". Don't even worry about it.)

Oyobi introduces herself, pulling her usual elven impropriety shtick:

Oliver says he wants to have this conversation with his dad present, so Tonnera directs them up to the 18th floor, where he's busy working on the HVAC for the Sky Hotel. They go up in a fancy basket, which ascends and descends the wall via a strip of branches on the wall which alternate up and down like light-switches to hook onto loops in the basket and lift and lower things.

He brushes off the indignant hotel owner (one Ileron Lowbough) to make time for his son's visit. He also suspects this is a prank, but Oliver drops an F-bomb to convince him he's serious. Oh dang!!!

Looseleaf, tired of pleasantries, just puts her moth claw to the wall (made of Tonnera) and initiates telepathic contact.

Oh! Oh she is very alarmed by that.

They begin to explain- but first, they're a little worried about potentially sending a giant on a murderous vengeance rampage against some people who might not even be all that culpable. Saelhen pleads for clemency, and tries to convince her to take things slow and investigate properly.

Oliver succeeds and is pretty sure of the former- Tonnera's always taken his many pranks in stride, and is aware that great power means great responsibility. While she's very invested in not being assassinated, she's not the type to flip out and start exploding the ground beneath people on a whim.

Looseleaf tells her about the gangs involved, which helps clarify a few things. In particular, Tonnera is surprised that the Gentle Chains are slavers. She thought they were just art thieves! She wants to see Looseleaf's proof- and Looseleaf's proof is mainly based on conversations with Miriko on the subject. Miriko, who wants to sell her the information for 2400 gold.

I do my best to sow doubt, but the party's conclusion is ultimately that they don't think Miriko could've faked that encounter with Jess Chainer when they entered the city. Sure, Miriko can hypnotize people with vampire mind whammy powers- but they ran into Chainer like immediately after getting off the boat, with no time for Miriko to sneak off and hypnotize someone into helping with a cover story. And as long as it's impossible for her to have contacted a confederate to play that role in advance, there's no chance it could've been a setup.

Looseleaf, then, goes on to tell Tonnera about the rest of the plan they've discovered.

In conveying how they know about all that, it comes up that Looseleaf is a practitioner of spirit magic- a subject of as much immediate interest to Oliver's dad as it was to Oliver.

While Oliver shows his dad the disinfecting pendant with Jane's Death inside, and they nerd out together, Saelhen and Looseleaf put together a plan for next steps.

See, while with the Ashtray, Saelhen learned that the birds had specified a dead drop location for the black mana crates, if they managed to fill them up and extract them from Jane. Saelhen proposes a sting operation- take those crates, deliver them to the dead drop location alongside the Ashtray, and see who comes to pick them up. They've even got the black mana, to help sell the illusion, if the Ecumene of Joy will permit it.

It sounds like a plan is coming together- next time, we'll see how they execute on it. Looseleaf and Saelhen are going to need to make peace with Will-O, and Oliver is going to report into Evelyn, the school dryad, about the situation.

[ancientforgcd]

The Emu War is my favorite historical fact of all time. Just 20'000 Emus learning Gorilla Warfare tactics and pwning a couple humans with guns.

Therefore in the future, when Ruby is going to cook a massive feast for her family and friends nad tries to do it in record-time via her Herrscher of Liberation state, I'll just have her be distracted by the next big bad, while Toon-Force turns all of the food into moving living things that fight back with knives, forks, etc.

So while Ruby takes care of the current big bad, you have Avalyn, Kiana, Verda, Stelle and co take care of Emanator-Level food that's kicking their asses with proper military tactics.

[cmechathin]

The scars on my mind are on replay (celric)

Já imaginava que Celeste não tinha o hábito de fumar — nunca a havia visto com um cigarro, afinal —, então não se decepcionou com sua negativa. Uísque, no entanto, era um substituto perfeito para ajudar a acalmá-lo, apesar de também nunca ter visto a maga de fogo consumindo a bebida. Ao perceber que Celeste se levantava, Cedric a seguiu com os olhos. Ela estava completamente nua e vê-la assim o fez abrir um sorriso fraco, apreciando a vista enquanto podia. Ergueu-se a tempo de recebê-la de volta em pé e se aproximou, pegando um dos roupões para si. O relógio de cabeceira marcava uma e dez da manhã, mas ainda assim a maga deixara a cama para distraí-lo de suas memórias. — Uísque seria ótimo. Vestiu o roupão macio, observando a maga fazendo o mesmo, e logo buscou sua mão para entrelaçar seus dedos. Já havia feito as pazes com a necessidade que sentia de tocá-la e por isso, por mais que tal sensação ainda o preocupasse um pouco, no fundo da mente, não lutou contra a vontade quando ela apareceu. Cedric deixou os dedos livres apenas quando terminaram de descer as escadas, coçando os olhos de sono com eles. Uma vez na sala de estar, pousou os olhos sobre a garrafa de uísque em questão, posicionada sobre o aparador como se tivesse um lugar especial nele. De forma contraditória, porém, ela estava praticamente cheia, faltando uma ou duas doses de seu conteúdo. — É uma garrafa nova? — Questionou, mas imaginava que não. Já havia visto a bebida ali outras vezes, naquele mesmo local, mas ela tinha se tornado parte da decoração do ambiente para ele, se fundindo às paredes e se apagando de sua visão sempre que visitava o apartamento. — Ou não costuma precisar de algo mais forte? Tinha um leve humor em sua voz, em parte em uma tentativa de deixar o clima mais leve e se distanciar do peso nos ombros que sentia.

A falta de hesitação em pegar o roupão revelou que aceitaria sua proposta antes mesmo dele expressar isso em voz alta. Celeste entregou o roupão para ele e logo se ocupou de vestir o próprio, se surpreendendo com a mão do mago de ar pegando a sua. Deixou que a guiasse até o térreo dessa forma, incapaz de negar algo que sabia que o confortaria, e flagrou-se sentindo um leve pesar com o fim do contato.

A morena abriu um meio sorriso com o tom mais leve que ele usou e o ultrapassou em direção à garrafa, acendendo a luz no caminho

Não deixava ela ali para beber — inclusive nem gostava de uísque —, mas sim como uma tentativa de ter um pedaço de seu pai naquele lugar que era quase como um refúgio. 

Uísque, daquela marca especificamente, era a bebida favorita de Michael Mechathin e ela o via tomando com certa frequência durante a infância. Por isso, quando criança, Celeste tinha tomado um gole da garrafa para tentar descobrir o que havia de tão bom nela. Naturalmente acabou se engasgando e sendo flagrada por seu pai, que em vez de repreendê-la apenas a educou e prometeu que quando ela fizesse dezoito anos, beberiam juntos. É claro, essa foi uma promessa que ele não conseguiu cumprir.

Não era uma garrafa nova, exatamente, estando ali há pelo menos quatro anos, mas preferiu deixar esse primeiro tópico de lado, ainda que se sentisse um pouco culpada por estar omitindo uma parte de seu luto enquanto Cedric tinha se aberto sobre o próprio. 

Celeste chegou até o aparador e abriu a garrafa. Já tinha bebido do uísque e naquela ocasião tinha sentido um pouco de culpa por estar se apropriando do que deixara ali apenas como lembrança. Entretanto, uma vez feito, não via mais tanto problema em repetir o ato, principalmente na situação que estavam.

Começou a derramar o uísque no primeiro copo.

— Tenho outras formas de relaxar — respondeu. Seu método principal geralmente envolvia mais violência que molhar a garganta com álcool, mas quando precisava dele, tinha o vinho como primeira opção. Algumas poucas vezes, entretanto, nem isso bastava.

Ela passou do primeiro copo para o segundo.

— Só bebi dele uma vez, na verdade — terminou de encher o copo e pegou os dois na mão, virando para ele e andando em sua direção — Quando nós… dormimos juntos pela primeira vez — ela disse, soltando uma risada baixa que era ao mesmo divertida e tímida, pois era um pouco constrangedor admitir em voz alta o quanto aquilo a tinha afetado. Tinha precisado tomar duas doses do uísque assim que acordara, perturbada com o que tinha feito na noite anterior.

Celeste chegou no balcão da cozinha e repousou os dois copos ali.

— Gelo? — perguntou.

[digitalkompetanse]

Demokrati og digital kompetanse

Medialiseringa av samfunnet gjer digital kompetanse svært aktuelt. Skal ein tinge ein legetime, levere skattekort, betale rekningane sine, finne bussrutene, søkje jobb eller i det heile kommunisere med det offentlege, må ein i stor grad gjere dette via ei digital eining. Det krev ikkje berre at ein har tilgang på internett og ei datamaskin, men ogso at ein har ein viss grad av digital kompetanse. Når medialiseringa skjer raskare enn graden av digital kompetanse i folket aukar, vert ein heil haug stengt ute frå samfunnet og nekta å fungere som danna borgarar.

Sjølv om vi framleis går til dei fysiske valurnene på valdagen, vert ogso større og større delar av demokratiet flytta over til den digitale verda. Lik og brei tilgang på informasjon og kunnskap er essensielt i eit demokrati. Når all kommunikasjon og informasjon frå det offentlege, til dømes regjering eller Storting, er utelukkande eller enklare tilgjengeleg på digitale einingar, har vi ikkje lenger lik tilgang på informasjon og kunnskap fordi den digitale kompetansen varierer.

Det som skjer utanom dei parlamentariske organa er ogso ein viktig del av demokratiet. Å organisere seg, mobilisere, diskutere, demonstrere er den mest tilgjengelege måten for vanlege folk å ta del i demokratiet på, utanom den eine dagen annakvart år når vi slepp eit papir ned i ei urne. Når organiseringa, diskuteringa, mobiliseringa og oppmodinga til demonstreringa skjer digitalt, må ein ha digital kompetanse for å ta del i det. Det gjer at vi har ulike moglegheiter og føresetnader for å delta i demokratiet. Difor må vi auke den digitale kompetansen. Difor er digital kompetanse viktig.

[linyynico]

26 de febrero

Aorovechando que ya tenia mis quest fuimos a jugar cosita, encontramos un minigolf donde el furro nos gano y donde conoci tu rabia interior cuando no te salen las cosas :3 pero te vias tan tierna ame este dia la verdas me diverti mucho y la conexion iba aumentando un poco mas(aunque tu me dijiste que de hace tiemposentias esa conexion y me seguias, cuando no lo sueles hacer) gran dia 🥰

[heartstoppermybeloved]

🍂 Heartstopper Nick and Charlie 🍂 Amo mucho esta historia y llore tanto con la segunda temporada que tenia q hacerle algun dibujo ;;; no me gusta mucho hacer ... via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OiLRbSev9Hc

[tuportavoz]

Compromís demanarà el soterrament de la via fèrria al seu pas pels municipis de l’Horta Sud

SOTERRAMENT VIA Carles Mulet reclama a l’Executiu des de Catarroja convertir amb Fons Next Generation l’actual traçat en una via verda de 10 quilòmetres que possibilite la creació en superfície d’un carril verd que comunique les poblacions entre Silla i València Madrid, 2 de maig de 2023 El portaveu de Compromís al Senat, Carles Mulet ha anunciat que demanarà a Madrid el soterrament de la via…

[mahxiac0korako]

Foje oni renkontas al mirinda persono kiu kvazaŭ magie aperas en via vivo kaj same eke malaperas sed koni tiun mirindulon ŝanĝas vian vivon por ĉiam.

Mi nomiĝas kornilio. Antaŭ tri jaroj dum la lasta semajno de februaro Sole vagis mi tra neĝkovrita montetplena tereno en la nordo post veturi de mia urbeto irante al vilaĝo verda kolombo. Tie estis Esperanta kuniĝo.

La irado ne estis facile sed mi kunportis sufiĉe da ekipaĵoj en mia dorsosako kaj kvankam mi iom tremblis pro la malvarmo mi ĝoje kantis verkon de Zamenhof "la vojo". Sub klara nigra ĉielo brilis kun la steloj kaj luno brilis verdaj strioj kiuj serpentumis Inter la horizontoj kaj super mia kapo.

Mi jam trakantis "la vojon" plurfoje sed mi volis bone parkerigi ĝin do denove mi kantadis. "Tra densa mallumo briletas la celo al kiu kuraĝe ni iras....." Dum la irado kaj kantado mi foje rigardis supren al la verdaj lumstrioj kiuj briletis kaj lumigis la vojon. Kiom belegas la aŭroro. Iuj de la strioj eĉ ŝajne almontris la direkton al la vilaĝo tiel ke mi nur rekte kaj ne flankiĝante iru al vojon celitan.

Foje mi kredis ke mi aŭdis inan voĉon en la distanco kune kanti sed certe estis nur la vento. Sed ne! Unu el la lumstrioj en la aŭroro rimarkis min. Verda lumo malantaŭ mi ŝajnis pli kaj pli heliĝi sed ial mi ne alrigardis ĝis mi aŭdis klare kaj proksime kunkantadon.

"Eĉ guto malgranda konstante frapante traboras la monton granitan". Mia voĉo ĉesiĝis, mia korpo haltis. Nun mi ekrigardis al la lumo kaj preskaŭ saltis pro la suprizo je kion mi vidis. Estaĵo de lumo verda kaj flava de homina formo ŝvebis malsupren al mi. "Kion mi vidas? Ĉu anĝelo venas al mi aŭ mi perdis mian menson" mi pensis plene da miro.

La estaĵo pli proksimiĝis kaj radiis varmon kaj lumon kaj laŭvorte kaj metafore. malrapide fandiĝis la neĝo kaj frosto pro tiu varmo. Kun mirego mi sentis trankvilecon kiun mi neniam antaŭe spertis "Saluton, kara" ,diris la lumulino.

"Saluton.....ĉu mi mortis, ĉu vi estas anĝelo?"

Ŝi ete ridis. "Ne, vi plu vivas, kara, mi estas Aŭrorulo. Mi estas el la aŭtoro. Nu, mi ja estas de ĉielo sed ĉielo la atmosfero ne ĉielo kie la anĝeloj loĝas. Vi ankaŭ iras al la kuniĝo ĉe verda kolombo, ĉu ne?"

"Jes, estos mia dua renkontiĝo." Mi respondis kun ia fiero.

"Nu, mi ankaŭ estas iom soleca dum la vojaĝo al la vilaĝo Estus bone se ni profitu ĉi tempon kune. Mi ne scias kiom longe mi povas resti sed estos bone konatiĝi al vi. Mi nomiĝas Elinjo, kaj vi?"

"Mi estas kornilio"

"Nu, la varmecon vi radias savas al mi la vivon. Mi estis frostiĝanta antaŭ vi venis. Vi diris ke vi ankaŭ estis sole, ĉu mi rajtas demandi kio okazis?"

"vi rajtas demandi ion ajn sed mi ne respondos se mi ne volas"

Mi ridetis "kompreneble, kara"

Mi demandis "ĉu via nomo havas signifon? Mia nomo signifas korno"

"jes, elinjo signifas promeso."

Tuj mi respondis iom infane "mi promesas ĉiam esti bona amiko al vi"

"ni ĵus renkontiĝis kaj vi faras tian grandan promeson"

"jes ja, kara, mi sentas ke vi indas de mia konfido"

"Bone, mi ankaŭ promesas esti bona amiko al vi."

Dum la irado kiu daŭris dum tri semajnoj mi kaj Elinjo vere malfermis niajn korojn al unu la alian. La nura afero kiun ŝi ne rekte diris al mi estis kial ŝi estis sola sed mi ja rakontis al ŝi ĉion kion mi pensis diri pri mi dum tiuj kvin tagoj kaj mi lernis tiom multe de ŝi pri sentemaj koroj kaj poezio kiun ŝi amis.

Ŝi havis familion kiel homoj havas kaj infanecon plene da gajaj kaj malgajegaj memoroj. Ŝi rakontis pri ŝia popolo la aŭroruloj kiuj vivas en la atmosfero ĉe la polusoj. Malgraŭ la malsamo de niaj formoj ni ne tiom malsamas. Ili vivas kaj mortas kiel ni kaj havas multajn lingvojn kaj historio de reĝoj kiuj militis kaj individuoj kiuj serĉis pacon.

Mi ne sentis min tiom komprenita de alia persono kaj ĝis nun mi ne spertis tian fortan senton de korproksimeco. Mi vere enamiĝis. Sed je la momento kiam ni atingis la vilaĝon ŝi diris "dankon ke vi akompanis min sed mi devas iri nun" kaj tuj flugis supren al la ĉielo kaj mi ne revidis ŝin. Mi nur esperas ke ŝi bonfartas kaj ke ni iam rerenkontiĝos.

[pizza-ra-bizza]

san Senatore Settala in Eufemia Santo

Tema: san Senatore Settala in Eufemia Santo dei Verdi. Thomo: Settala (verde) Senatore dei Verdi O Verda di cognome, nome. Ubicazione: piazza Sant’Eufemia, Prima pietra: v secolo Stili attuali: neogotico, neoromanico Vedendola oggi, la basilica di Sant’Eufemia non pare affatto una delle più antiche di Milano. A essere sinceri, al contrario, sembra una chiesa non particolarmente degna di nota secondo i canoni della storia dell’arte o dell’architettura. Ciò è probabilmente dovuto alla sua storia turbolenta. Dice infatti la tradizione che Sant’Eufemia sia stata fondata nel v secolo da san Senatore, che donò i terreni per la sua costruzione e fornì la preziosa reliquia della santa che riportò dal Concilio di Calcedonia, al quale aveva partecipato. L’antichità è anche testimoniata proprio dalla dedicazione: sant’Eufemia è una santa originaria di Calcedonia la cui venerazione è spesso legata alla presenza bizantina. Sebbene manchino evidenze documentali, una conferma sembra venire dal fatto che il corpo di san Senatore Settala è proprio custodito all’interno di Sant’Eufemia. Anche la prima menzione della chiesa è antica, perché data al ix secolo. In seguito, proprio per la presenza della chiesa, venne nominata Pusterla di Sant’Eufemia una delle porte minori milanesi, che si trovava a breve distanza. Venne ricostruita una prima volta nel xv secolo e poi di nuovo fu l’architetto Enrico Terzaghi, nel 1870, a sconvolgerne l’architettura interna ed esterna, spazzando via quasi completamente la chiesa precedente per realizzare un tempio neoromanico e neogotico.

[ernestdescalsartwok]

VIA VERDA-PINTURA-ART-BOT-TERRA ALTA-TREN-FERROCARRIL-ESTACIO-RESTAURANT-BICICLISTES-PAISATGES-TARRAGONA-ARTISTA-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS por Ernest Descals Por Flickr: VIA VERDA-PINTURA-ART-BOT-TERRA ALTA-TREN-FERROCARRIL-ESTACIO-RESTAURANT-BICICLISTES-PAISATGES-TARRAGONA-ARTISTA-PINTOR-ERNEST DESCALS- En la antigua estación del ferrocarril en BOT, comarca de la Terra Alta, paisajes con la VIA VERDA, recorrido que utiliza el antoguo trazado del tren en estas comarcas de Tarranona, Catalunya, un espacio para los biciclistas y las bicicletas en su paseo junto al vagón que ahora sirve como restaurant entre los áboles y los raíles de los ferrocarriles. Pintura del artista pintor Ernest Descals con las acuarelas que me gustan trabajar en los viajes.

[joanotbellver]

8102 - Via verda - V by Joanot Via Flickr: Torreta Colomera des de la Via Verda, Benicàssim (Plana Alta) país Valencià ////

[verdadurmaz]

location: ver’s apartment via phone call

character: @yaodlin​

Just like they’d agreed upon, Verda picked up her phone and directed herself to the messaging and calling app they’d relied on for years. Despite the amount of times they’d talked before, she was always nervous when it came to actually hitting the call button and listening to the line trill until he answered. “Tell me why I always feel first date kind of nervous everytime we call,” she greeted with a smile, though it wasn’t like he could see her on the other end of the phone. “Sorry if I’ve a little early. I guess I was just eager to watch this movie you talked up so much,” she added, a small hum of laughter following. “I think I’m going to make some popcorn and then I’ll be ready to go if you are?”

[baodurs]

i want someone besides me and the 2 friends who know all the lore to meet my detective, but i’m too impatient to let you get to know her via fic so i filled out this questionnaire instead. she is veronica and she is so important, here is some stuff about her if you are interested :’)

QUICK READ OF YOUR DETECTIVE

Name: veronica langford

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bi

Love interest: adam

Best friend: morgan

Main skill: science/technology

Secondary skill: combat/physical

Main personality trait: impulsive

Secondary personality trait: sarcastic

Why did they join the Wayhaven PD?: best use of her science skills

Relationship with Rebecca: not great

Relationship with Bobby: ex, finds it hard to be around him

Verda or Tina?: both! but she’s on verda’s branch

Murphy bite?: wrist

Murphy's fate?: captured

Rescue LI or Rescue Sanja?: sanja

GENERAL

Name: veronica “it’s been 3 years and i never gave her a middle name” langford

Nickname: just veronica. people around wayhaven called her ronny growing up, and a few still do despite her trying to grow out of it. maybe a few people from college and sometimes tina call her v or vee or something.

Birthday: please you all know i am so scared of concrete dates

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bi

Hair color: brown

Eye color: dark brown

Height: 5′10 (178 cm)

Piercings: just one in each ear

Tattoos: something retro sci-fi on her shoulder. not a reference to anything specific, but like a little planetary landscape with a UFO in the background or something.

Clothing Style: casual. lots of tank tops and muscle tees (weather- and occasion-permitting), concert t-shirts, warm colors. flannels and leather jackets. jeans, sneakers, combat boots. think like rocker chick vibes, but cozier and more colorful.

Apartment Style: basic. she really did not plan on living there long and kept putting off decorating because it’d be a waste if she was just going to move out. this rationalization went on so long but since the end of book 1 she has slowly bought a few things to push it towards “cozy,” still pretty sparse though.

STATS

Personality:

Charming | Intimidating

Impulsive | Cautious

Sarcastic | Genuine

Friendly | Stoic

Easygoing | Stubborn

Traits:

Heart | Mind

Optimist | Pessimist

Team Player | Independent

Skills:

Main Skill: science/technology (but mostly science)

Second Skill: combat/physical

By the Book | Bend the Rules

KEY DECISIONS

Reason for joining the Wayhaven PD: best use of her science skills

Murphy bite:  Wrist | Neck | None

Murphy’s Fate: Captured | Escaped

Rescued: Love Interest | Sanja

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP

Love Interest: adam

Why them?: for veronica it’s kind of retroactive. the way i imagine their True Canon, they don’t have any real romantic moments in book 1, so she doesn’t seriously consider that adam might have feelings for her until well into book 2. (the training scene is when she’s like “oh. ok. i get it now.”) even then it takes a few more chapters for her to really process that, figure out how she feels, and recontextualize everything. like realizing that he loves her and then thinking back on their relationship, knowing that, makes her feel so held (sorry i have no better way to say it) in a way that just makes her want to cry.

to give some actual specific reasons, it’s his dedication and his constancy and hidden care/softness. and his very specific brand of... selflessness might be just left of the word i’m looking for, but hopefully you get me.

Bold, shy, or mixed?: neither! in theory it’s closer to bold, but it’s more just earnest.

What were their first impressions of each other?: disastrous. on top of finding him condescending and unpleasant, there are also a few moments where veronica genuinely wonders whether he’s even a good person. or, like, cares about people. but once she learns the truth of things, a lot of her initial anger gets transferred to rebecca.

adam, with the benefit of knowing what’s actually happening, has a slightly more favorable impression of veronica. yes he thinks she’s difficult and reckless and too emotionally driven, yes she’s making his job absolutely miserable, but he does begrudgingly respect that her accusations are always on the right track and she’s good at her job.

What do they find attractive about each other, mentally or physically?:

for veronica: she loooves his sense of humor. and how much faith he has in the people he cares about. physically, dimples <3. but everything about his smile really. and his nose!

for adam: veronica has a very blunt, unadorned sense of kindness to her that he really loves. the way she is kind before she is nice and values directness. physically, her eyes, they’re deep brown and so expressive.

What do they do to spend time together?: they’re both competitive so anything where they can compete on the same team is fun. (competing against each other is fun too, but also like. exhausting. for them and everyone.) maybe puzzles or other things where it feels like they’re “winning” or solving something together. i have spent an embarrassing amount of thought on veronica and overw*tch esp*rts and she would absolutely make adam learn how to play main tank so they could queue as a tank duo. but most of the time i think they don’t Do specific things together; they just hang out. just talk with each other. perhaps snuggle.

What is their favorite memory together?: in current canon... lol. veronica really just treasures any time adam relaxes around her but those moments always get Ruined. even once they’re well into a relationship, i think veronica’s favorite memory would still be something small like a random time he said something funny and they both laughed together and they were outside and the sky was pretty.

What are their love languages?: acts of service for both of them, but especially adam. veronica... probably lots of words of affirmation and physical touch. they’re both bad at blocking out time for themselves in the first place, so quality time can get neglected especially at first.

How do they handle being apart from one another?: pretty well i think! once they’re in an established relationship at least, before that it’s probably harder. but adam can distract himself with work, and veronica is good at focusing on whatever’s in front of her (whether that’s work or she’s away on vacation or something). if neither of them is too busy, veronica calls every night and they stay on a while, half talking and half just keeping each other company.

Do they argue? How do they handle arguments and disagreements? How do they make up?: i think arguments are fairly rare! yes they’re both insanely stubborn, but they also understand each other pretty well (especially once in a relationship) and are very sympathetic to where the other is coming from. unless both of them are extremely stressed, one of them crumbles when they start genuinely arguing like "i don't want to fight ok, let's take a second."

What does their future look like?: who knows! i haven’t decided whether veronica will turn. i think she probably will, just because i do not want my main pairing for this IF to make me very sad all the time, but like. i’m not fully committing until i see a reason pop up in canon. as of book 3′s final demo, it’s not on her radar at all; she knows she loves adam and wishes they could Talk, but ultimately doesn’t expect or even want a relationship right now (because she doesn’t want to deal with dating one of rebecca’s agents OR with the logistics of being in a committed relationship with an immortal being). it’s just all so foreign to her current state of mind that it’s really hard to say!

Anything else you'd like to share: do you know how hard it was to answer some of these considering veronica wasn’t sure they were even, like, on decent terms for such a large portion of the canon content

BEST FRIEND RELATIONSHIP

Best friend: morgan and farah are essentially joint besties but i’ll go with M

Why them?: i think they appreciate each other’s no bullshit attitude. morgan likes that veronica doesn’t take herself too seriously and respects/relates to the way she tackles problems (quickly, head-on, and without complaint but also without pretending that it doesn’t suck?). veronica appreciates morgan’s bluntness, likes bantering with her, and in general just likes being around people that have quiet/steady presences.

What were their first impressions of each other?: neither of them had much of a first impression honestly. morgan barely thought of veronica at all beyond “she’s annoying,” and kept to herself so much that any dislike veronica had of morgan took a backseat to her dealing with the rest of unit bravo.

What do they do to spend time together?: lots of just sitting in the same room and listening to (low volume) music, veronica spends a lot of time hunting for songs morgan might like. morgan is also her go-to sparring/training buddy. and there are semi-frequent movie nights where veronica shows farah her favorite old shitty B movies, and sometimes morgan will tag along just to sit in the room with them or affectionately talk shit.

Anything else you'd like to share: i’ll talk a little about N! obviously veronica and nate respect, trust, and like each other, but she finds him the hardest of UB to connect with. they’re both people who wear their compassion on their sleeves but keep a lot of their hearts/themselves held back, so they just kind of circle each other, especially since like... nate values politeness and is very sweet in how he relates to people, while veronica values directness and is more jokey/lighthearted to put people at ease. idk how well i’m communicating this; as of the book 3 demo it’s getting easier, but their friendship is still newer/more... nebulous? than the others.

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS (Feel free to go in depth!)

Relationship with Rebecca: so strained. veronica has come to terms with rebecca’s absences throughout her childhood, but there’s newer resentment over... a lot of things, but how she handled the murphy case especially. veronica hates being kept in the dark, and even more than that she hates being rebecca’s priority. it’s difficult to reconcile her childhood and present images of rebecca, and she’s angry that rebecca is so freely and recklessly choosing her, now, to the point of endangering others if she has to, especially when she never felt like rebecca’s choice before. and incredibly frustrated/confused by how often the lines between their professional and familial relationships are blurred and what rebecca actually wants from her.

Relationship with Rook: veronica takes after rook a lot. in stat terms, the only trait they don’t share is stoic, and even then that’s veronica’s least extreme stat. people always told her how like her father she was growing up, and it’s a comparison she took/takes a lot of pride in! she looks up to him based on the stories, but more recently is uncomfortable with the comparisons. veronica would never have even come back to wayhaven if her life panned out as planned, let alone become a detective or joined the agency. that makes her doubt herself, and she feels like that doubt is letting rook down somehow.

rook is also part of the reason her relationship with rebecca isn’t as bad as it could be. she knows that rook loved her, and that he would want his family to be there for each other, so she feels obligated to at least try to make things better. but it’s really hard for her to move past everything to connect with rebecca (which also makes her feel like she’s disappointing rook).

Relationship with Bobby: they were together for a long time and veronica thought she loved him a lot! it was her first relationship, so she wasn’t sure a) what a “bad partner” looked like, or b) how to even be in a relationship or rely on someone in that way. so they spent a lot of time together and had great superficial chemistry, but veronica didn’t have enough experience with not feeling neglected to realize how shallow it was, or notice the red flags when she did occasionally open up. the plagiarism fiasco was a slap in the face, especially because it cost her internships/grad school apps/whatever, i don’t have the details, and forced her to move back to wayhaven after school. she’s still very hurt by it and finds it hard to be around bobby.

Relationship with Verda: due to the above plagiarism fiasco, veronica was pretty depressed when she moved back home, and disliking her job didn’t help. she was extremely jealous when verda was hired and wanted to hate him. but it did not take long for that to crumble into respect/admiration, and eventually into close friendship! verda is a role model for her; they bond over science; they joke easily and have good chill fun. she was really excited to see him piecing together the truth about the supernatural and then devastated to see how he reacted. she feels insanely guilty and thinks it was selfish of her to let him figure it out, but is also cautiously optimistic about making it up to him as of the book 3 demo.

Relationship with Tina: very close! veronica isolated herself when she came back to wayhaven after school, and she is so grateful to tina for being her closest friend and link to the rest of the world during that time. hates keeping the supernatural from her, though. she didn’t like lying to tina to begin with, but she feels even worse about it now that verda knows, and now that tina has clearly picked up on something being wrong but she still can’t say anything.

Relationship with the Mayor: cannot stand him. hates the way he talks about rook, hates the way he talks to rebecca. she cooperates as necessary but doesn’t bother hiding her lack of patience/respect for him.

Relationship with Capt. Sung: basically fine. i think veronica might be a little too casual for him in the way she works, but she always gets the job done so he’s not too bothered by it. (she is ‘bend the rules,’ but more ‘strict rules aren’t important as long as you’re still doing good work’ than the ‘boooo fuck paperwork’ variety. so it’s mostly fine.) she also appreciates him as a minor link to rook.

Relationship with Haley: very friendly, but not super close. they get along great and could make pleasant conversation for hours, but ultimately don’t know each other super well despite the familiarity of growing up together.

Relationship with Elidor: such a comforting presence for veronica during her recovery! she is so grateful, so fond.

Relationship with Tapeesa/Vieno: veronica loves vieno’s cranky-yet-friendly vibe and they get along well! not close, but will stop to chat whenever they pass each other.

Relationship with Unit Alpha: loves their energy. always looks forward to the next opportunity to chat with them, and fully supports any harmless dunking on UB even if she rarely joins in.

Relationship with the Maa-alused: going through the house of mirrors and then coming home for them to appear in her apartment and infect bobby was one of thee worst experiences of her life, and it’s hard for her to get past that + the illness in general. sympathizes with them, and got them to sign the treaty, but is still kind of unsettled by everything that happened and by falk.

Do they have any other important relationships, past or present? (Relatives, friends, etc.?): some vague figures i have in mind but no one i’ve really developed. a couple friends from college, and maybe an elderly couple that lives on her childhood street and used to check in her.

PERSONAL BIO

Describe their personality: her usual demeanor is very warm and casual. sincere but private--she’s pretty blunt and likes to be direct with people, but steers conversations away from personal topics. likes to joke around and doesn’t take herself that seriously. but behind all this, she’s extremely stubborn and won’t shy away from conflict if she thinks you’re in the wrong (which is why she seems like a different person in the first half of book 1. UB is surprised by how like... chill and nice she is once they clear the air). a workaholic, self-reliant and secure but still pretty hard on herself, takes a lot of responsibility for the people around her.

Strengths: so dedicated. honest and trustworthy, has a strong moral compass and can always be counted on to do her absolute best. flexible and intuitive, her brain works really fast.

Weaknesses: cannot compartmentalize or separate herself from a case, throws herself so recklessly into everything (in terms of both physical danger and emotional burnout). doesn’t necessarily hold grudges but has a hard time letting go of hurt, still can’t think objectively about bobby or rebecca.

Where in the world is their Wayhaven?: somewhere on the US east coast idk what to tell you. perhaps a carolina or a virginia.

What is their personal history?: veronica was pretty social and well-liked around wayhaven growing up. she was known as just a really good kid; she was an overachiever and got along with almost anyone. in college, she felt like she was free of something and took a very work hard/play hard approach to life. always doing or going, whether it was for school or work or fun. she really enjoyed life during this time but crashed and burned pretty hard when she and bobby broke up; a lot of her plans were delayed until the plagiarism incident was resolved and she didn’t really have the heart to pursue them afterwards.

a year or so after graduating, she returned to wayhaven with the intention of taking one more year to regroup, and she has been stuck there longer than she meant to be and has kind of hit a wall when book 1 starts.

If they weren't a detective, what would their dream job be?: she was on track to become a biochemist and it was her dream job but then the main plot happened to her.

Anything else you'd like to share: i don’t really know enough to fully explain this, but no OC i love is a cop so like. i think maybe the job she took when she got back to wayhaven was a douglas-esque receptionist role for detective reele’s private office. then reele retired and small town politics + veronica’s history of useful contributions to cases in her downtime at work led to her being pressured to take up the mantle. it’s hard to explain why she’s a detective when she so deeply does not want to be one but i am Trying (or maybe she would have jumped at the chance to do something marginally closer to forensics?? who knows)

RANDOM FACTS

Zodiac sign: aries is what i assigned her when i first made her and i think it suits her! plus it’d be fun for her and M to be twins. this goes hand-in-hand with my birthday commitment issues though

Hobbies: music (she plays guitar and bass and sings a little), running, gaming unfortunately. i could also see her having been into boxing or some martial art but idk what exactly!

Likes: early morning stillness, DIY projects, t-shirts with inexplicable slogans and other weird thrift store finds

Dislikes: overly sweet food or drink, when cold weather lasts too long, being lied to or “protected” from the truth

Drink of choice: something with gin maybe. also feels a great fondness and gratitude for cheap wine.

Starbucks order: i truly know nothing about coffee. is it weird to order black coffee at starbucks

Favorite food: variations on spicy chicken soup! she eats a lot of crockpot meals for convenience and they’ve grown on her, and she has a few different recipes based on whatever she has on hand.

Favorite color: maybe like a rusty orange

Favorite music: she will listen to anything, but her favorite is probably folk rock, or sometimes stuff with soul or old school country vibes. big thief is a good example of an artist she’d be into i think! also was very into the indie music scene in her college town and still follows some of those bands.

Favorite genre (and favorite movie/book/etc): loves old, campy, unselfconsciously optimistic sci-fi. loves star trek tos. also a fan of documentaries of all kinds.

Favorite season: summer

Anything else you'd like to share: a kiss for you reading this mwah

[kayshla19]

Me hace falta tú...Style2808 by Kay : Lush : Blogger Via Flickr: thisiskayshla.blogspot.com/2021/07/style2808.html Este Loko legué a la conclusión que no tiene' defecto' No sé si tú lo ensaya' Pero hasta tus grito' son perfecto' 24/7 química Siempre vamo' directo Pa' mí tu cuerpecito e' un proyecto Y yo soy el arquitecto En verda' tú naciste pa' este loco Y qué locura ver cómo te pone' Cuando yo te toco Woh, oh, oh, oh Tú naciste pa' este loco Yo sé que tú ere' mía na' má' Yo no estoy tan loco