#anawar

[benzobucky]

Back then, when they recorded The Black Parade in Haunted Paramour Mansion, Gerard often suffered with nightmares. Well, not really often, but rather say, every night. At some nights, he couldn't even fell sleep at all. Like this one, for example.

Gerard was tossing and turning restlessly. He couldn't fall asleep for almost 3 hours already. This was just draining and tiring, but apparently not enough to make him fell asleep. He threw all the pillows down on the floor, wrapped himself in a blanket, and just lied, sighing loudly and angry.

And at that moment, he heard a distant, quiet melody.

Guitar was sipping with music. And Gerard knew - Ray also wasn't asleep.

The first time he heard Ray's nightplaying, was truly a magical experience. That evening Gerard finally managed to fall asleep, but nightmares were already waiting for him in the realm of dreams. He run, and he was gettind chased, and he was hurt, and shadows-

Shadows were everywhere. But what dragged him out of this hell, what woke him up that night, was a melody. Gerard could swear to God, he thought it was a guardian angel, saving him from the sufferings. It took him a good couple of minutes to realize it was Ray. And at that moment he wanted to get up and run to him, to maybe, finally find some piece in his arms, to whine about such a cold, cruel world. Because Ray always listens. Maybe because it's Gerard, maybe because it's just in his nature, but it was so easy to open up to him about all your troubles. But Gerard hesitated. He somehow knew, that this is not right. That him, hearing this melody is not right, he isn't supposed to hear it, to listen to it. It's just too intimate, too... Ray. It's like he's witnessing the very Ray's, naked soul pouring from his fingers, and onto the strings, and shaping into a beautiful melody, that Gerard is hearing now.

He felt a wave of heat to his cheeks, thinking about that.

And he was laying in his bed, listening to the distant melody. Slowly, it drove him back to sleep. It was a first time in ages when Gerard could sleep without nightmares.

Later, there was many, many nights like this. Ray was playing guitar in his room, anaware that someone hears him. And Gerard was quietly listening to it, carefull, to not take a louder than always breath and to not scare this melody away. To not to scare Ray's soul.

Gerard once thought about how he sees him as a nymph. A beautiful nymph, that he happened to hear her beautiful playing. He wasn't supposed to, but he couldn't say "no" to himself. So he was quiet.

Gerard didn't really knew, why this playing is so different from any other rehearsal, or show, or concert, or recording, that he heard Ray played on. But somehow, this nightplays were extra magical for Gerard, like something only for him, not for thousands.

Ray would gladfully play for him, though. Gerard knew it. But hearing him play like that, for the void of the night, was much, much more interesting.

Please, let me know if there is any mistakes🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 English is not my first language but I really want to improve my writing

And let me know if you loved it💖🎀

[bucketwritingpail]

Touch the stars

Danny phantom/ treasure planet ficlet that i might or might not actually write.

Daniel James Fenton was five years old when the human race discovered that they were not alone in their universe. To that little kid who wanted nothing more than to touch the stars, that news was everything. And with the hours upon hours of news coverage, the pages upon pages that came hot off the press only to be snatched up almost instantly, with all the buzz and the chatter and the talks and the seminars and the countless online threads, it felt like that news was everything to the whole world. The whole world except the Doctors Fenton.

The two promising ecto-scientists had just begun work on their newest project, their magnum opus: the ghost portal. They may as well have been deaf to the world. They certainly were to their own children.

Eight years later, Earth had finally joined the Intergalactic Union. They had trade, they had embassies, their knowledge of the universe was expanding with every second. Danny wanted to know all of it. He dragged his friends Sam and Tucker to every conference he could bribe his sister to drive them to. He hunted down every morsel of new information. Sam was more interested in homeworld politics and activism. Tucker though, was practically salivating at all the new tech.

His parents were still working on that portal, seemingly anawares to just how much the world around them was changing.

Danny was fourteen when he died.

He was fourteen when that portal opened on top of him and thrust the weight of two realms upon that starry eyed boy who had glow in the dark stars mapping the night sky on his bedroom ceiling. A crushing responsibility tying down that poor boy who wanted nothing more than to touch the stars.

His parents didn't notice at first. They were too ecstatic that their invention actually worked to ask questions. So things were... complicated for a few years. Danny became the city's protector, looking after ghosts and human alike. Afterall, what was he meant to do when he had stakes in both camps.

The work was thankless and dangerous. His parents didnt know it was their son they were shooting at, so he couldn't blame them. Valerie didn't know it was her boyfriend she was hunting. He couldn't blame her either. Still.

He was beaten up and smacked around on the daily, meanwhile, his once shining report card suffered for the late nights and missed classes. Sam and Tucker did what they could, but the only person he could truley rely on was his sister.

She told him to do what was best for him. What did he want?

Sometimes, on quiet nights, Danny would fly above the clouds, above all the pain and stress, and he would watch the sky. Even after it all, his core would still call out for those stars.

Humans weren't exactly popular out there. They had earned a reputation for being to curious for their own good and stubborn to boot. Work was hard to find out there. He still wanted to try. His grades would never get him a research position, and definitely not one in politics. But, despite their absence, Danny took after his parents. He was an engineer, and a good one at that. Even with the slight trembling in his left hand. He just knew he could fit right in up there.

So when Danny was eighteen, he put all his life savings into getting himself on a shuttle. He told his sister and friends goodbye, promised to keep in touch the best he could. They threw him a farewell party with cake and stories and music that played until the sun rose again. Even his parents showed to say their goodbyes.

Now, seven years of training and travel later, Daniel James Fenton, age twenty-five, stepped off the travel shuttle and into the hustle and bustle of the Montressor Intergalactic Space Port. A single duffle with his personal items, slung over his shoulder and a folder containing his new life, in hand.

And he was finally here

[beast-towers]

Here is the final Panel image I have mentioned :3

Before you go watch my Speedpaint, please read my comic before watching. I don’t want to ruin y’all’s spoilers with this one. So!

Clashing Worlds: The Visitor

I thank you all for giving it a read, but if ya don’t care about it and wanna watch the vid, well, I won’t stop ya. Pls don’t spoil the ending if you see this first. Thank yous.

“I’ve made the most of my Time in this life that I held dearly. I thank whoever was watching me from the Beyond; forewarning me in a form of a Dream or Vision. I was falling into a sea of darkness, but emerging through a light. A warning that I should stay in hiding, but I accept my fate with no fear nor hesitation.

I hold no regrets of the actions I took, including all the emotions I’ve seen and felt. I believe in everyone will be okay when the Darkest Hour strike, while I also believe they’ll get Otsana back to her senses. I know they can do it. I have faith in them and my family.

What matters most is here and now, especially when I’m staring Death in its face. If this is truly my time… then why wait?! Let’s fucking GO!!” -Uri Anawar

This was an incredible experience for me to give Void Regan a go, but to also revisit lines art again.

And here is the speedpaint:

[hellishvxbes]

Husk leaned against the bar staring intently at his half emptied bottle of whiskey, lost in thought and frowning. It bugged him how often Angel came home looking as though he'd been dragged through the seven circles of hell and back because of that damned moth, especially now that he'd learned that Angel wasn't just masking to get what he wanted but because he felt like he had to. He growls and taks a long drink before putting the bottle back on the bar a little heaviar than intended.

"Got to fucking figure out how to break that damned soul contract." Grumbling to himself out loud, blisfully anaware that anyone could be listening.

                   .　　. ˚　. ╳ ⊹ ― 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐃𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘 so barren. Usually a certain spider-demon was sitting at the bar, chatting it up with the hotel's drunken bartender. Funny to think they thought they were alone. He thought perhaps Husk would have learned to avoid saying such thoughtless things. Never knowing just who's ears might be open to hearing said foolishness. 

                                   Lights begin to flicker in the lobby, the fluorescents keeping the bar's drinks lit up blow a fuse, the glass shattering && falling to the floor. An eerie aura begins to creep into the atmosphere, like a pair of eyes watching you from a distance. The kind that makes one look over their shoulder like they are being followed. An uneasy && unpleasant creature lurking, always overlooking, 

                  ��              A SHADOW formed in one of the bartender's chairs, a yellow smile practically glowing in the dim light. ❛ You know, you really should watch what you say ❜ he begins, his appearance now clear as ever. ❛ You never just who might be stalking about in the corners.❜ His voice glitches a little at the end, and he taps his fingers against the polished wood. ❛ Do be a lad, and. . . make me an old fashion~? ❜

[em-um-canto]

"Curious, what are you?" So cucurucho is anaware of eyeball people? Interesting...

[konfrontasi]

Anawar Ibrahim dan Putra Mahkota Bahrain Bertemu Bahas Situasi di Timur Tengah

http://dlvr.it/TJ4ymS

[expfcultragreen]

[Ambling rhetorical tone....not your white ex arguing with you tone...old man sucking on grass tone...get the jeff bridges in big lebowski AI v.o. dialed in]

A dude died doing a sun dance recently, some older dudes kept yelling at him that if a native dude didnt finish they couldnt do it again for 8 years, that the tradition was riding on him etc.

His widow says, it must be that he died because someone there had their period "which is unlucky". Sure. In my culture, its amazing luck to get it or be having it 🤷

Is it unlucky because the tradition since colonization is to implicitly harass women about how they should be pregnant instead, by acting like periods are evil magic that shouldnt be happening/present and that is deeply unwanted and suspicious? How many nonnative guys was he being made to compete against btw, in this sacred ceremony?

How rude of me

Like, is the widow going to spend the rest of her life hating the period-haver for this because the old guys who are actually responsible have been telling you your whole life that periods are bad

Btw do you have to do a time out when you get yours? Really drives the point home that if you were just pregnant right now youd be with friends and family like usual

Is that how it was known who was having their period? Having to isolate means everyone knows your ovulation cycle too, anyone can track it

The culture i was raised in, as many have noted, is the opposite of this: my theory is that its paramount that unwanted suitors be anaware of your ovulation timing so the move is to never let on when youre having your period, no matter how much discomfort youre in, so that your fertility optimums cant be tracked by others

Which is a different kind of stigmatization, but, theyre still lucky to get and have, it means an unwanted suitor didnt get you, it means the future is wide open like you could even have a bunch of kids because youre young and healthy* (if you were neither you wouldnt be having it; *this is exclusive of people who stop having it for medical reasons because it sucked so bad somehow, eg going on t and/or getting a hysterectomy, which, remember that missing ut' book cover about antitrans whatever? ive never known a trans guy who did the yeet but ive known a cisish gal who did and it was because for her periods werent a marker of health and sucked haywire-bad but also its worth noting that she was raised catholic which is not my own culture so i cant really speak to that....she says in catholicism periods are a punishment from god for what eve did or smthn 🙄 sounds like more incentivization for pregnancy, to escape gods monthly wrath reminder or whatever)

So like basically she'd rather beef some random person for a mystified bodily function, than the dudes reportedly insisting that her partner not stop participating, bummer....its just 8 years, he's dead

Why is it my place to see a news item if its not my place to comment? Like why was this public information, why do i know someone there was reportedly having their period, thats pretty fine grain stuff isnt it?

Im familiar with the norm that people are expected to not comment regardless, but, i dont share it, and here i am on my own blog and not the comment section of any piece about it or the inboxes of anyone involved

Some advice from season 18 episode 4 of americas next top model: if youre trying to relate to people you cant talk down to them; people have very contrasting ideas of what condescension is like/looks like/feels like....kid gloves vs courtliness

It would simply be more polite to not comment, i suppose? But these ARE my thoughts, and i find it condescending when people politely refuse to comment

[444names]

Names generated from French forenames and minerals, excluding the letter combo "Te"

Abertz Acharne Acrolinger Adettase Adoran Affeties Akine Alasot Alauin Alcis Alenagne Alethen Alinel Almene Alque Alsben Altiniene Alzin Amakie Amalas Amane Amantinoé Amium Ampie Anabasse Anawar Anbuksine Ancrane Andorre Ankah Ankine Anoph Anthome Antiantine Aplinacum Aralsiocer Arcocroce Ardel Arine Astonine Auden Auelleer Aurentie Avane Awakdie...

Badorard Barliant Barne Bartz Baschle Batalar Bauroutne Berdine Berhovine Berianhied Berie Bertine Betine Beuche Bichrick Biechal Biseine Bisminald Boeptomse Bogel Borazo Botacinès Boune Bouse Breeksotum Bricren Brine Brint Broscle Brumse Brégolope Bueller Buetase Burronyx Caccolepic Cafferlen Cahes Calce Camure Cargum Carkeile Cartzeme Caruis Cashne Catrayllin Caven Caverianue Cellase Cemel Cergum Chabauline Challiale Chaul Chaël Cheddium Chert Chiatral Chile Chlombene Chloville Chrolie Chryne Chumbas Chäfel Chèlexis Cladia Clanie Claron Classine Claumieul Clayane Cline Cliobswie Coffetrot Coine Colactince Collient Colum Contibne Copine Corne Cretar Crodenne Croma Crone Cuble Cuparomen Cupilitz Curan Curiderose Cyardorind Cymonyx Dandia Darbene Darleine Darse Daward Dockin Dowleude Dultrolie Dumieck Dymice Dymonis Emeline Evide Farne Felle Fellinet Ferne Ferovin Ferssimon Fertz Fethenicon Flomic Fluar Flucia Flude Fludlase Flume Flumene Fluoise Frafton Framilmque Frand Frany Frapide Frard Fregre Frenardine Frédrée Fukhand Galine Gamel Garde Gennes Genorsa Gesleud Gettie Glabine Glanne Glauchle Goistic Goliel Gorscocie Granger Grapmarmi Grase Greile Grellmet Grodum Grosia Grozo Grusond Gunne Géline Haggede Hamine Heddersone Hedrolde Helenielle Hellum Helparagas Hentale Herie Herlinne Herroxmant Hertz Hetricie Hierse Hiletan Hofis Horane Hucobick Hupre Hurine Hydreine Hydricer Hylluorben Hübne Iasean Ichin Iline Incar Iobice Jacque Jances Janne Jeane Jearne Jeaul Jettran Jevia Johales Kathuauel Kegede Keland Kellochèle Kerin Keverise Knore Krogaramel Kröhne Laenium Langhin Lantil Larin Laucoline Lazzonna Lesentana Logral Lonyuyal Lucchris Lucchrois Luchale Luchie Ludianle Luordier Luorthul Lybdene Lémyros Machmine Maline Mande Mandine Manemphan Mangtover Manor Mantarne Manès Marce Marince Marpie Marry Massanie Maulferce Mawal Maxisèle Maymose Melenble Menzeu Mermax Mespilgade Metonde Mirie Mohel Monnazur Mosérène Motaine Muilosel Munelis Mustane Mélinne Mélène Nabré Nadorpham Nalad Nerthor Niseune Nshid Ordia Oreelle Ornum Orphine Osine Ospier Otibisèle Otoraddiny Parssamar Pasenium Patkaël Paurianne Peandium Penne Periele Phenne Pherinoît Philin Philina Phuaryonis Phylana Phynerne Pididiobon Pidone Piebine Piene Pigibbille Plabier Pougue Pringerine Proene Puhyllume Putic Pyrocie Pyrocolie Pyrone Pääkköne Quampe Quarne Quert Quettase Ragne Rahne Reane Reyerriane Rhanie Rhodum Rhophame Rocevianie Romettorna Romice Ronine Roodiose Ropid Roprith Rucieris Runiquauy Runzanne Réminde Saingel Salin Sambotis Sanownlum Saplorice Saroxene Sarse Satazzine Sather Schasclane Schemen Scherime Scine Scoli Seazuline Seucre Sharile Shaël Sklonyx Sodametone Sodickie Sondgine Sonne Spale Stine Stütz Sulgine Surane Suriose Surubie Sylle Sérène Sévedel Taaffen Tahiline Taide Tanne Tarosinie Thale Thock Thoren Tonargen Trocorend Troneshie Tsaven Tsine Tsugine Tsule Tupridie Tyrine Ukucolin Ulauline Ulinald Urezine Urromick Urélène Valde Valémesis Vervé Wainonal Wakaël Weerickine Welsicore Werel Wicalum Wodozo Wolline Wolum Xafonie Xavalaum Xenocli Xiersum Xocias Ytonne Yttine Yvord Zactibne Zhocoscold Zirce Zirès Zuranie

[seven7arts]

Luis Cepeda and Ana Guerra || Gira ImaginBank

[editsot]

[heyimflorence]

Guerra y... ¿paz? (en Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/KdMsuWzA9U «Supongamos que hace dos años que acabó el concurso. Supongamos que estoy intentando publicar un disco y que la desazón me mata. Supongamos que no estoy enamorada. Supongamos que me niego a creer en muchas cosas, sobre todo en mí misma, por miedo y cobardía. Supongamos que otros han tenido más éxito.»

[heartfulevak]

a power couple💛💜

[agoneyupdates]

Festival Desalia 2018 | Desalia Music Festival 2018

El pasado 29 de Abril Agoney junto con Ana Guerra, Cepeda, Roi y Miriam encabezaron el cartel de Ron Barceló Desalia 2018 y fueron los encargados de hacer bailar a todos los asistentes a través de sus actuaciones. A Agoney pudimos verle encima del escenario cantando:

On April 29th Agoney was headliner next to his colleagues Ana Guerra, Cepeda, Roi and Miriam at the Ron Barceló Desalia 2018, they we're in charge of making all of the assistants dance all night long. We were able to see Agoney singing:

Una versión de Issues de Julia Michaels:

Issues by Julia Michaels:

A-Yo de Lady Gaga:

A-Yo by Lady Gaga:

Y Eloise de Tino Casal: 

And Eloise by Tino Casal:

A dúo con su compañera de edición Miriam Rodriguez, Runnin' (Lose It All) de Naughty boy ft. Beyoncé: 

A duet with Miriam Rodriguez. Runnin' (Lose it all) by Naughty boy ft. Beyoncé:

Y por último, entre otras canciones grupales con las que nos deleitaron Agoney y sus compañeros de edición, destacamos La Revolución Sexual de La Casa Azul y Reggaetón Lento de CNCO: 

Lastly, among other songs that Agoney and his colleagues delighted us with, it is important to underline "la Revolución Sexual" by La Casa Azul and "Reggaeton Lento" by CNCO:

[naynomuraillustration]

@anaguerra_ot2017 versión elfa, terminado a color. #fandomartgang2 #art #digitalart #instaart #color #wacom #portrait #elf #fantasy #fanart #illustration #photoshop #ot2017 #anawar #anaguerra #operaciontriunfo https://www.instagram.com/p/BnUmRU3HKln/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1hzt5fwoz3uqk

[and-leave-the-rest-unspoken]