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[magiainutil]

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ORÁCULO DIGITAL. Mini fanzine de 4 poemas. 20 ejemplares. Dic 2023

"El sol se pone en Escorpio y yo encuentro un gorrión muerto en el patio. Es hermoso, y está suave. Junto flores de romero, de limón, y lo corono. El oráculo digital me dice: tonight you'll dream of flying; pero me acuesto y sigo trabajando. Voy a una feria, lloro y tomo a las personas de las manos. Les digo que respiremos. Quiero sincronizar mi cuerpo con la mujer que tengo enfrente, me arrodillo y cierro los ojos. Le pido que solo escuche mi voz. Repito este procedimiento con muchas personas. Aunque lloro por lo mismo que ellxs, pido que nos tranquilicemos e indico cómo respirar: explico que la cercanía nos protege porque somos mamíferos.

Ahora tu sangre es mi sangre, ¿sentís? Reseteo mi sistema nervioso quinientas veces y no me canso. Cuando me levanto me toca viajar con mamá. En el auto hablamos de cómo mis sueños siempre transcurren en el futuro y los de ella en el pasado, en escenas de su infancia. Maneja y me señala pueblitos: mirá ese cementerio allá. Me cuenta sobre el último tío muerto que vino a verla: le trajo prosperidad. Vuelve a contarme sobre los otros familiares y su árbol genealógico se extiende frente a nosotras en un loop fuera de tiempo. Cuando ella está angustiada, quienes le construyeron el corazón vuelven para avisarle que todo está bien."

[magiainutil]

Gracias @mentazines <3

He visto a mis peores pesadillas irrumpir en mi realidad

clavar las garras en el velo y rasgarlo

como la vez que mi gata cruzó la red de contención 

algo buscaba su cuerpo líquido, su sombra 

tocaba el piso, un augurio

y mi visión de túnel, haciendo zoom.

Yo misma me convertí en una criatura 

salvaje y liminal, clavé los dientes, rompí los nudos para agarrarla.

En mi mente

su cuerpo es una extensión de mí

revelaba el momento en que la encontré, huérfana 

olía al dolor de su madre, sí 

las gatas lastimadas nos reconocemos.

Ese día en el que yo no podía dejar de verla

estrellada contra el suelo en un loop del futuro, 

apestábamos las dos a miedo, yo temblaba como si hubiera dejado de ser materia, el miedo empezaba a desintegrarme y tenía las manos llenas de su pelo;

cuando dejás de ser humana es cuando más estás cerca de Dios y yo era una madre 

y esta era mi cría 

que ya se había resbalado de una boca antes

no podía dejar que pase de nuevo.

Cuando empecé a gritar mi voz ya era otra cosa,

alguien apareció: un ángel hombre anónimo haciendo su trabajo

conectando cables de internet

con una escalera que llegaba perfectamente hasta mí.

Ahora que ya pasaron meses

de esta intervención directa de mi infierno personal, ahora

que el monstruo de la desesperación abandonó mi cuerpo

me quedan las cicatrices 

de mi gata vampira clavándome los dientes en la mano, fuera de sí, temor de Dios.

Un recordatorio de que se puede sostener todo en las manos

la vida, las hijas, los sueños, la sangre

el terror.

Dai Wuerich (Rosario, 1999)

[desvelos01]

Hoy es el día de los enamorados, no de los novios. Es el día de quienes aman, sin importar si están juntos, separados, cerca o lejos, religión, ni clase social. Para ese amor que no está, que esperamos o quizás no va a volver nunca. Para el amor a los amigos o por ese amor a la vida.

[fairyzar]

love my friends love my life

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

JAJAJQ ay

Sacado del canal de lobo, un PERSONAJE irrepetible 🔎 ha reposteado al litos este y la verdad, leed por favor mi opinión en los hashtags:

[the-californicationist]

Welcome to the Masterlist!

Challenge details here.

Remember to check out these amazing fics and leave a comment with your character guesses! You can also show these authors some love with a cheeky reblog. 🩷

Mud Bath by @staytrueblue — As your recruits play a game of football in the mud, you get tackled by an unknown soldier who turns out to be an old friend...

The Perfect Soldier by @eternallyelvish — You’re working as a casting director, scouring gyms for talent, until you find the most perfect soldier for the leading role…

Linen and Lace by @indigosunsetao3 — A little sexy dinner, a little dirty talk; who is this mystery hunk?!

Spare Smoke by @fallenneziah — After a little taunting from your handsome companion about your smoking habit, things heat up inside your cabin...

Crossing Lines by @ebodebo — You're in a secret relationship with your brother's best friend...

Details by @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries — The recruits are underestimating your mystery man, but they really shouldn't...

Sunset, Sunrise by @agentmarvel — There are many things in his life that he regrets, but he rues none so much as the day he ended things with you.

Behind Velvet by @arthursleftarmpit — A handsome stranger flirts with you at the ball in this Regency AU. Who could it be?

Sandalwood and Smoke by @live-love-be-unique — Your man blindfolds you and proceeds to tease you within an inch of your life, just how you like it.

Ensnared by @bzurk — After stumbling into a jungle trap, your fellow soldier helps you down... but not after having a laugh at your expense!

Failsafe by @deadbranch — You wake up after a night at the bar tangled in the sheets with a captivating stranger...

Tartan Negroni by @ilragnotessitore — You share delicious drinks with a handsome stranger, then you share a little more...

Blindsided by @villainofmyownstory — You can't get over the breakup and the fact that you were left alone. You keep coming to the place where you last saw him. To, perhaps, finally get some kind of answer. Some solace.

Good Night, Little Soldier by @cerise-on-top — Your mystery man is kidnapped and things have taken an unchangeable turn, but he dreams of you in his final moments.

Homecoming by @indigosunsetao3 — When your man gets home from work, he greets you in the most delightful way possible…

Under the Stars by @kyletogaz — Just a late night talk with the love of your life.

Hospital Food by @sageyxbabey — Your ex-husband (the biological father of your daughter) shows up when said daughter is admitted to hospital. Your current partner (and your daughter) put him in his place.

Foster Fail by @dozeydaisy — You try to convince your man to let you adopt a new furry friend.

By Midnight by @vilixxr — His Royal Highness sneaks into your bed at night for some fiery affection in this medieval AU...

Cloudless Sky by @cadotoast — Your crush confesses his love to you as you lay dying in his arms. If only it wasn't too late... [TW: Angsty!]

Valentines by @xxshadowbabexx — You get the best Valentine’s Day gift from your man…

Blend In by @lisenberry — You're going undercover with the 141, but which one is it?

Wake Up by @guy-writes — Your man is missing you, but as he cuddles you in bed, he realizes something's gone wrong. [TW: Angsty]

Red Card by @glitterypirateduck — You and the hot ref go at it at your nephew's soccer game.

Smuggle and Secure by @crashtestbunny — You're a smuggler, a courier for hire, that works on moving many questionable items into even more questionable hands. Except the current package seems to have attracted the attention of international security.

Welcome Mountain by @jeffersonismywintersoldier — You run into a gorgeous man at the gym, and he comments on your recent transition in the most flirtatious way.

Déjame cuidar de ti, amor by @pricesugarwife — You come home from work drained, but your lover knows just how to fill you back up. [Escribe en Español]

My Neighbor by @lovifie — You bump into your neighbor in the elevator, and then you spend all of your time together until suddenly, he disappears...

A Quiet (K)night by @random-thot-generator — You have a mysterious protector on your evening commute.

A Helping Hand by @stellewriites — In class, you get stumped by a word puzzle, but the handsome man behind you helps you out.

put your ear to my heart by @last-starry-sky — A monster lives in these woods, good thing you’ve got him to protect you…

Thanks so much to everyone who is participating! I'm glad you could feel inspired.

Much love!! -- Cali ✌️🩷

[delta-06]

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱

Future poly 141 (if I wanna continue this or y'all want to know more abt this)

Small note: I took some inspo from the work "mages and monsters" by @thegnomelord . (hope its ok) and here are some warnings: major injury, depiction of blood and....uh...heartbreak cuz of love (?)

The human kind always escribed phoenixes as mythological birds capables of incredible doings, capable of being almost immortals and representing good omens. Their golden orangesque wings and their red markings made them re symbol of the sun, therefore, life.

It is said that a phoenix once fought in the trojan war, along side Achilles and Patroclus giving them protection alongside their allies. The man was taller than any human could ever be, some text described him as 2.40 meters tall (7 foot 10) with short black hair and skin tattered with flames patterns on his hands, feet, back and shoulders. His golden eyes and deep lucent black irises were always focused on the enemy, never leaving them out of sight and using his personal spear and bow to gain casualties to laugh about. But the most outstanding feature were his wings, big and slender, filled with bright golden orange and red sharp feathers used as weapons.

It was you who did all of that, it was you who had a personality that had you killed many times and then be reborn until the modern days.

You had been alive for more than 2000 years in a constant cycle of life and death, the more you lived, the more you knew how to brawl, study and everything making you a respected being. But only one thing you didnt learn, and that was how to love. You tried over and over again, falling and then watching them die or cheat or abandon you.

There was this one girl, a princess of a powerfull kindom whom you really loved. It was clear she did the same as after some years she offered her body for you to worship and have a child, or so you thought. One evening, as she spoke of tussling in the sheets, she mentioned that she really needed to know if your love was true by chopping off your wings and offering them. The ones that made you fly into the scorching sun, between the lush green mountains of their pearly white peaks. You listened to her, with half lidded eyes and a gone mind too captured by her demeanors and features didn't notice the sharp pain scattering itself from your back. Your breath itched and then was gone, and so were your wings. Thick golden rivers of blood flew your open lacerations, carving paths of your lover back and forming deep lakes on the marble floor.

You couldnt yell from the pain, only managing to fall on the ground and squirming like a worm as your mind was becoming more foggy by the minute. You managed to shoot them open for a split second and you caught a glimps of the guard’s bloodied swords, they were beautifully adorned by your golden essence. You spat out a ‘’traitor’’ and an ‘’I will end you’’ before closing your eyes and feeling death wrapping itself inside your now broken heart.

You loved and that was how you were repaied. You woke up in your den on the peaks of the mountain you were once born. The cave was simple and you always hated that, wanting more was the reason you left it for years before coming back there everytime you closed your eyes, now you wanted nothing more than to sleep in it forever.

Tears rolled off your eyes and you screamed at top of your lungs, animalistic rage speaking and screaming. Your wings were no more, your essence was no more, what was a phoenix without its wings? Nothing. Fake love tore your wings apart and that feeling nestled itself in your soul. Never again you would’ve loved someone again.

From fists, to spears, to daggers, to swords to guns you made your way into the world. Now you were in the military, you decided that this was going to be your forever life. Generals wanted you for your skills, sharpened for thousands of years and your reflexes, your knowledge and your loyalty as you had noone to be loyal to.

From humans to monsters was no easy passage. Seeing their bodies slowly mutate into feral ones wasn’t a shook to you, you saw and felt worse. Your mind didn’t care about your ‘’friends’’ of the battlefield, not until you saw a one winged dragon discussing with a wraith.

You were boarding on a plane towards Urzikstan, voices told that there was a new wanna-be-lord to be taken care of and you were chosen along many other people. As you had your head low and fixated into nothingness you heard some commossion, looking at that direction you made eyecontact with that green dragon. You sneakered and laughed, mocking its inability to fly and the way he was compulsively smoking before boarding the cargo plane.

He eyed your form before crumbling his cigar into smoking bits and yelling you to fuck off. As you sat on the metal seat, squished between other captains you felt some weak embers leaving your hands and falling off your fingers as they become just a non-existing spark.

That was bad, you did that only when you felt yourself falling for someone, that was not happening. Not anymore.

Little did you know that from love you lost your wings, and from love you shall recieve your wings back. In a way. Or another.

[sociopathicartist]

Hola, me encanta la forma en que escribes y representas a Sans con cada detalle, me preguntaba si podrias hacer un oneshot de Sans declarandose o diciendo sus sentimientos por su pareja.

Hello, I love the way you write and represent Sans with every detail, I was wondering if you could do a oneshot of Sans proposing or saying his feelings for his partner

Hey! Of course I can write that! Last night I rewatched the notebook, and I did take some inspiration from the proposal scene in there and muddled it in this. I chose to go down the proposal/engagement route, hope you enjoy :3

“so, babe.” Sans sunk on the couch next to you, immediately cozying up to your arm and sighing. “i was thinking.”

You snorted, your eyes still locked on the TV. “That’s rare.”

The TV had on some random movie that you found when you browsed through your streaming channels and decided to click on, which in the current scene displayed a woman trying on several different dresses, all of them varying drastically with how they looked on her, but her boyfriend who was watching was simply cheering her on and gushing over how pretty she looked in each one none the less.

Sans propped his feet up onto the coffee table, his pink slippers riding up on his feet a bit due to the sudden surface, and you mentally groaned in annoyance with how many times you had explicitly asked him to not put his feet onto the coffee table and to use one of the crushed footstools instead. You chose to skim over the chiding right now though.

“gee, thanks. you’re a charmer.” Sans snuck the arm that was pressed against yours around your waist instead, leaning in closer to try and grab your attention. “i was thinking.”

Finally giving into his antics, you tore your gaze away from the TV and looked down at him, seeing the enamored look in his pinpricks that he was giving you. It was so hard to not gush all over him whenever he looked at you like this.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” You questioned, deciding to humor him in the meantime.

Sans’ permanent grin only twinged upwards a bit more, and you knew that he was genuinely happy asked. “when we go out tonight, i was thinking that we dress nice.”

Oh? Sans? Dressing nice? This was almost unheard of, the only time you’ve ever seen him dress nice was whenever you both went out to a fancy Valentine’s Day dinner earlier this February, and he wore a nice, black tux that you’d be lying if you said didn’t make you feel a certain type of way.

“Dress nice? To Grillby’s?” You questioned his words, tracing lazy circles onto his shoulder bone through his jacket with your hand that you had already snuck around his back. “I don’t mean this in the way that I don’t want to see you in a tux again, but I’m not sure if Grillby’s is the best place for formal attire.”

Sans gave a so-so expression that let you know while he acknowledged your statement, he had already thought about that and he didn’t really care. “so? just humor me for one night, babe. will you?”

You genuinely debated it for a little bit. It had been a bit since you had dressed up nice and felt good in a sleek outfit, but you also weren’t sure about getting grease from the food all over your clothes.

But… You looked at his pinpricks, seeing how wide they were, filled with nothing but love in his gaze, and you couldn’t help but give in.

“Fine.” You gave in to what he wanted, giving his shoulder a loving pat. “You win. We can dress nice tonight.”

Sans sighed and practically deflated in relief when you gave into him, which surprised you a bit- you didn’t see why dressing nice was so important to him right now, - but he slinked his arm out from behind you and let himself melt onto your lap, his skull going right onto your legs and one of his arms hanging off the couch as he mumbled a small ‘thank you’.

So, you got ready. When he finally inflated himself back off your lap with several nudges from you to try and get him up, you both went upstairs to get dressed. You pulled on a nice, sleek black dress that went out to your ankles, hugging your skin tight before the ends flared a bit to give it some spark.

Sans wore the same tux you saw him in when you went out for Valentine’s Day several months ago, and you couldn’t help but ogle at him again, and you knew by the way you both looked at each other when you had both finished getting dressed that you both couldn’t wait to tear off the others outfit, but granted, that had to wait until after dinner.

It was important to the both of you to not be too lazy despite both of your love for staying inside the house and relaxing, you both wanted to still keep the romantic spark alive between you and it was important to get out of the house besides work, so you always tried to go out on a date once a week.

Sometimes it was just easy, mindless dates you had done countless times. Walking around the city and drinking overpriced coffee as you both talked about useless but entertaining things, going to the movies together only to be uninterested in what you were watching and end up throwing popcorn at each other most of the time, and the classic going to Grillby’s and enjoying each others company outside of the house.

Other times, usually once every few months (of course, not including any birthday dinners with your mutual friends or celebrations), you both went out on a fancy dinner date. You felt like it was important for both of you to keep exploring different dates and things to do together, and it was always a great side of each other to see when you went out somewhere nice and fancy with items on the menu that were half of your weekly paycheck.

“close your eyes.” Sans told you, stepping to you in your shared bedroom after you both had spent several seconds just staring at each other when you came out from the bathroom all dolled up and ready to go. “i don’t want you to see anything yet.”

You titled your head to the side in slight confusion, half worried he was going to pull a prank on you. “Sans, what nefarious things are you planning?”

“it’s not another prank, baby, i swear.” Sans held out his hand for you to grab, intertwining your fingers together when you did so. “just close your eyes before i zip us away.”

Well, he clearly wasn’t going to give up on it. You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling his ungloved hand tighten around yours before you felt the familiar, weightless feeling for a millisecond, ending quickly when your feet touched the ground.

Hm. It was quiet. You heard light chatter in the background, and soft, jazz music playing off in the distance somewhere.

Sans began to tug your hand gently, leading you to follow after him. “don’t open your eyes yet, i won’t let you bump into anything.”

“Sans…” You entertained his shenanigans and followed where he tugged you before he came to a stop, letting go of your hand.

“okay, you can look,” Sans told you, and you swear you could hear some… pride. In his voice.

You opened your eyes and immediately noticed that you were not in Grillby’s. It was a nice restaurant, with couples and families at every table all mingling and laughing quietly with each other. You looked down at the table that Sans pulled you next to, and a smile worked its way to curve up onto your lips as you noticed the rose petals around the table and on the white tablecloth, the red petals bordering the candles, and both of your plates.

“Sans, you did this?” You asked the obvious, knowing that he did this. “What’s the occasion?”

Sans snorted unpleasantly, rolling his pinpricks. “no occasion, i just thought it would be nice to take you somewhere.”

“I love it. Thank you.” You told him, giving him a quick- but loving- kiss when you sat down in your chair.

Sans walked around the table, a small blue blush twinged on his nasal bridge (he always got it when you two kissed, it was cute) as he looked at you when he sat down, instantly striking up his silly chatter and discussing what you both wanted to order.

As the night went on, and you both joked and laughed like normal, a still, but comfortable silence came over the both of you. Sans took the moment as an opportunity to say something else, and you noticed how he brought his hands down to his lap under the table.

“so, i may have lied.” Sans started with you, some sweat building up on his skull.

You raised an eyebrow, curious as to what he’s lied about. “Oh? Are you planning to pull a prank?”

Sans awkwardly laughed, shaking his head ‘no’. “uh, no. not this time, i swear. uhm…”

Clearly, he was nervous.

It made you just a smidge worried, and you hoped that everything was okay with him. “Sans?”

“i’ve been thinking about a lot of reasons why you shouldn’t marry me.” Interesting start.

Instantly, you laughed, finding the sudden statement funny. You knew that Sans knew that you both wanted to get married, this was something you had both already discussed beforehand in your relationship due to public issues with Monster and Human relationships.

“Okay, go on.” You were intrigued on why exactly you shouldn’t marry the love of your life.

“well,” Sans began, his voice shaky. “we are lazy together, this ends up with us having nights of relaxation and long conversations.”

You nodded. “That’s true.”

“and your mom likes me, so that would be bad if anything ever happened to us.” Second reason.

Hm. That didn’t sound like a bad thing, what was wrong with your mom liking Sans, isn’t that good?

“you get along with my brother super well, and all of our friends care for us. and we already live together, so we wouldn’t have the amazing experience of buying a new house.”

Where was he going with this?

You giggled quietly, fiddling with your hands in your lap and glancing down at your empty plate. “None of this sounds bad.”

“it isn’t.” Sans agreed with you. “you know what? i think you should just marry me.”

You almost laughed again, thinking this was another one of his silly gush moments where he rambled on about how he loved you, but instead, he pulled out a ring that he held by the silver band of it between his pointer and thumb finger.

Dumbfounded, you stared blankly at the ring he was holding, having a hard time believing that it was real. He was actually proposing to you?

“You’re serious?!” You asked, a wide smile springing onto your face.

Sans didn’t even give you a stupid look for your question, understanding that it was a surprise to you. “yeah, i hope my question is ‘ringing’ in -“

You cut him off, quickly standing up out of your seat and nearly diving over to him to wrap him in a hug, almost knocking him out of his seat. “Of course, I’ll marry you!”

In the background, you swore that you heard clapping, signaling that the proposal had been noticed, but you were too busy gushing and kissing over your now fiancé as he slipped the ring onto your finger to even notice.

[wearelatinamericanrockers]

Luis Alberto "El Flaco" Spinetta was a Argentine Jazz rock singer-songwriter, considered one of the most important and respected musicians of Argentina, Latin America and Castilian for the instrumental, lyrical and poetic complexity of his musical works, both in his multiple groups and as a soloist. The Argentine government established January 23 as "National Musician's Day" in honor of his birth. The initial years, Spinetta formed various rock bands in the 60s and 70s that would be extremely influential and important in the evolution of national and latino rock, such as Almendra, Pescado Rabioso and Invisible, El Flaco would publish his second album as a soloist, "Artaud", considered the best album in the history of Argentine national rock and a masterpiece of Latin music.

in 2008 he released his final album "Un Mañana". His famous songs are "Rezo por vos", "Bajan" and "Seguir viviendo Sin Tu Amor". Propaganda below;

"Su trabajo con Invisible es fantastico, el anillo del capitan beto es una de mis canciones favoritas, ESCUCHENLO PLOX" "No es una banda pero prácticamente lo es por sí solo. Cantó desde pura poesía hasta canciones de sexoooooo. Manic Pixie Dream Girl si fuera un vago flaco y argentino. El hombre más geométrico de la historia." "Nunca me salió el anillo del capitán Beto en la guitarra. Para mí que ese señor tenía un dedo de más en las manos para llegar a esos acordes. Also es un poeta" "Es uno de los rockeros más conocidos de toda la Argentina y latinoamerica en general. Y con razón. Canta como un ángel, toca como una bestia si las bestias sabían acordes raras, y escribe letras que solo tenían sentido por él pero suenan bastante bien. También es famoso por ser una persona re simpática a todos, amar a su familia, preocupar por la salud de sus amigos rockeros, y escuchando con paciencia y cariño a sus fans. Y CREO, porq eso es MÍ propaganda, que debe ser conocido por su Autism Swag™️ si todo fuera justo en este mundo. En conclusión Luis Alberto Spinetta es mi Babygirl de todos los tiempos ESCUCHEN CANTATA DE PUENTES AMARILLOS LOCOOOOOO" and thats all im including cause this man got submitted so much that this post would be way too long

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Pitty is a Brazilian Metal rock singer. She is been a soloist since 2003 and started her career when she was 17 years old.

Pitty began her career professionally in 1997, working as a drummer for two years in the punk rock band Shes; Despite performing some shows, the band did not record any album. In 1998, she joined the hardcore punk band Inkoma, this time acting as a vocalist, where she recorded a studio album, becoming quite popular in the underground scene in Bahia.

In 2002, Pitty received an invitation from musician and producer Rafael Ramos, who intended to produce his first solo album, accepting the invitation, signing with the record label Deckdisc in the same year, where she released her first single in 2003, "Máscara ". The song gained high rotation on the radio, on May 7, 2003 she released her first solo studio album, Admirável Chip Novo, selling 250 thousand copies and becoming the best-selling rock style album of 2003 in the country.

Her most famous songs are "Na sua Estante", "Me Adoro" and "admirável chip novo". Fansubmitted propaganda below;

"shes such an amazing singer and her songs are so good and go so hard and she sings a lot about society and i'm honestly just a big fan. i went to see her show and she's just so stunning. pls listen to "admirável chip novo" it's like one of her most popular songs and with reason!" "Um marco na música brasileira, a cantora mais foda desse país, formou uma geração e as músicas são atemporais. Shout out pra as crianças que choraram com o clipe de Sua Estante. Pra quem não assistiu, vale a pena conferir: https://youtu.be/DP3j6hgS4VY?si=4PJ6cSc_TwEf7vyV"

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hace un par de años @plantazu me regaló el honor de haber ilustrado uno de mis poemas. vuelvo al poema y vuelvo a la fiesta 💖💜💙

"La primera vez que besé a una piba / fue como besar un fósforo. / Toda la noche tragué colores / viéndola bailar. / Hasta que se acercó y me mordió / el labio como mordiendo / una uva. / A mí se me metió / la fiesta en la sangre / Cuando se separó de mi / en los dedos me nacieron ampollas. / Tuve olor a humo en el pelo / por semanas."

Daiana Wuerich

[esuemmanuel]

Déjame darte un consejo, no seas como yo; no sientas con el alma ni leas con el corazón; no escribas bajo la influencia de los sentimientos ni de la verdad que palpita en tus entrañas, porque, la gente... ésa que se atreve a mirarte, no lo entenderá y, aquellos que dicen que lo hacen, algún día, por lo mismo, se irán, diciendo que vales lo poco que das, que no eres lo que escribes, que mientes... y nada más. ¡No seas como yo jamás! No te partas el corazón con el cincel del amor que enmarca las palabras cuando se dan sin esperanza, tampoco transcribas los versos de tu alma ante los ojos prejuiciosos de los que señalan con el vilo de la envidia barata. Guárdate las manos, amárrate los dedos, muérdete la lengua y calla... ¡No seas como yo, camarada! Mejor llénate de pretensión, de ostentación, de realidades vacuas... y mata, así como son capaces de hacerlo los que desbaratan al que vuela por los aires cuando tiene fe en el alma; así serás capaz de ganarte sus favores y ser el héroe de sus sinsabores. No acabarás solo ni roído, como yo, por haber sido franco y haber amado con todo lo que el cielo te dio.

Let me give you some advice, do not be like me; do not feel with your soul or read with your heart; do not write under the influence of feelings or of the truth that beats in your guts, because people… those who dare to look at you, will not understand and those who say they do, one day, for the same reason, will leave, saying that you are worth the little you give, that you are not what you write, that you lie… and nothing more. Do not be like me ever! Do not break your heart with the chisel of love that frames the words when they are given without hope, nor transcribe the verses of your soul before the prejudiced eyes of those who point with the vile of cheap envy. Keep your hands to yourself, tie your fingers, bite your tongue and keep silent…. Don't be like me, comrade! Better fill yourself with pretension, with ostentation, with empty realities… and kill, just as those who thwart those who fly through the air when they have faith in their souls are capable of doing; thus you will be able to win their favors and be the hero of their sorrows. You will not end up alone or gnawed, like me, for having been frank and having loved with all that heaven gave you.

[sgiandubh]

Anon rebelde.

Si vas a delatar a alguien, o si vas a informar o discutir lo que escribe, lee tu mismo la publicación correspondiente

Tal vez alguien le tendría que decir a la señora de las iniciales en mayúsculas,SDLIM para abreviar, que se aplique el cuento porque su comprensión lectora deja mucho que desear y también que tenga cuidado con todos esos blogs fantasmas que tanto la aplauden, tal vez tenga entre ellos un caballo de Troya. El que avisa no es traidor, es avisador y por cierto, hacen muy buena pareja la caja roja de Nestlé y la negra de aviación 😉

Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde,

Su última comunicación ha molestado a mucha gente de enfrente, que aparentemente se quejaba de que nuestro diálogo era imposible de seguir. Sin embargo, estoy segura de que nuestras maravillosas hermanas shipper no tienen problemas para entender el tráfico de esta escena, lo cual, según me han dicho, también es muy apreciado. Para todos los demás usaré pictogramas:

(I am translating the above paragraph I wrote myself in Spanish as a courtesy to this valued guest, just so you know - across the street. This is also NOT something you ought to have a say in, on MY page) Your last submission has annoyed many people across the street, who apparently complained about our dialogue being impossible to follow. However, I am sure our wonderful shipper sisters have no trouble understanding the traffic of this stage, which I am also told is very much appreciated.

For all the others, I will use pictograms 🙄:

👮‍♀️Translation of Anon Rebelde's question follows. Fasten your seatbelts ❗

'If you are going to tattle on someone, or if you are going to report or discuss what they write, read the relevant post for yourself' Maybe someone should tell Block Letters Lady, BLL for short, to also practice what she preaches, because her reading comprehension leaves a lot to be desired, and also to be careful with all those sock accounts that applaud her so much, maybe there's a Trojan horse among them. Not a traitor, speaking: just a warner. And by the way, the red Nestlé box and the black aviation box make a very good couple 😉

​👮‍♀️Translation of Anon Rebelde's submission has now ended. You may safely proceed to the next level ❗

I am aware of the Baby Jesus' Belly Button Feast in there, too. That is strictly their problem, Anon Rebelde, but it's still hilarious to watch them pretend to be friends with each other, etc. I think all of this is very childish, but again, querida - we do things a bit differently, in here, and that is something that is not going to change. The red box was probably not Nestlé, but if you find it more fun, so be it.

And you are right, Red Box and Black Box like each other a lot, since Day 1, when Black Box welcomed Red Box like long lost family and immediately trusted her. Something Red Box was not expecting, so she was very moved & happy about it. Black Box + Red Box = Friends♾️, who root hard for each other, help each other and share a lot of things in DMs, too 😱.

(Remember: if you are not Julius Caesar or Marilyn Monroe, illeism is such a chichi rhetorical trick. And even if you are Julius Caesar - De Bello Gallico is such an obnoxious thing to translate, you wouldn't believe it.)

People are both a blessing and a curse, in this Strange Wasteland. I have met some of the kindest souls and some of the strangest twisted minds ever, in here. It really is mindboggling, yet by far the best side of this experience.

As for the Trojan Horse, well.... I don't get what you mean, but I trust their spies will.

May I risk a Miss Cleo prediction and foresee another salvo of Anons who'd throw the door open, enter in a frenzy, step on Bebe's tail, put their feet on the table and show me how pressure is properly done?

Let them.

I'd rather have you, Anon Rebelde. Doors can be slammed, too.

[deerfoxbard]

@sketchbookweek Day 5 - Teenagers and Secret Admirer

¡Hola a todos! He querido escribir mi propio bolero por un tiempo y al fin lo he logrado por tumblr (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Solo he buscado un poquito a los hispanohablantes de la comunidad de Hilda pero principalmente he hallado a una que escribe fanfics de violación de menores >:/ entonces ojalá la gente normal me encuentre jaja

¡Muchas gracias a @blaithnne que hace los dibujitos más preciosos para las portadas!

(Kaisa se refiere a la Johanna no identificada usando pronombres masculinos o de manera neutra o de manera heteronormativa, la que decidas xoxo)

[fairyzar]

my prof seeing me turn in assignments late....

[veturiusofserra]

those eyes

jack harlow x reader

summary: in this interview, jack opens up about his love life and escribes the profound connection he feels when he looks into her eyes

genre: fluff

my masterlist

The cozy café was buzzing with the soft hum of chatter and the clinking of coffee cups, creating an inviting ambiance for the interview about to take place. Jack took a deep breath, steadying his nerves, as he prepared to share the intimate details of his love life and feelings about the woman who meant the world to him — someone who happened to be a writer, the very one conducting this interview.

As the writer set up her recording equipment, Jack glanced around the café, noticing how the soft lighting and warm colors complemented her radiant presence. He couldn't help but smile as he recalled the journey they had shared.

"Are you ready, Jack?" the writer asked, her eyes locking with his. He nodded, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability filling his heart.

The conversation began casually, discussing Jack's career and life, but he knew that the writer had something deeper in mind. Soon enough, the topic transitioned to his love life, and a soft blush crept up his cheeks.

"I never expected to fall in love with her," he started, his voice reflecting a mix of awe and fondness. "We had been friends for years, and I always admired her passion for writing and how she saw the world through such a unique lens. But one day, everything changed."

He leaned back, reminiscing about that transformative moment when he saw her in a new light. It was a rainy day, and they were sitting in a quiet café, discussing their dreams and aspirations. As she spoke, her eyes were filled with a spark of enthusiasm, and something clicked inside him.

"Those eyes," he whispered, "they're captivating. I saw a whole universe within them, and I felt an unexplainable connection. In that moment, I realized that I had fallen in love with her, with all the small things that made her who she was."

Jack continued to share the intimate details of their journey from friendship to love. They had been there for each other through thick and thin, celebrating successes and comforting each other during tough times. Their bond deepened with every shared laugh and late-night conversation, and it was as if they were two souls destined to find each other.

"She writes with such depth and emotion," Jack said, admiration clear in his voice. "Her words have the power to move mountains, and I couldn't help but be drawn to her talent. I'm her biggest fan, and I'm so proud of everything she has achieved in her career."

As the writer listened, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion herself. Hearing Jack speak so passionately about their love and her writing was a heartwarming experience.

"And you know what the best part is?" Jack's eyes softened as he looked at the writer. "Whenever I look into her eyes, I feel like I'm home. It's like I belong right there, in that moment, with her. There's a sense of peace and understanding that I can't put into words. I've never felt this way before, and it's both exhilarating and comforting at the same time."

He spoke with such tenderness and vulnerability, baring his heart for the world to see. The writer couldn't help but be moved by his words, knowing that their love story was something truly special.

In that moment, they both realized how much they meant to each other. Jack had fallen for the writer, not just for her talent and creativity but also for the person she was—the one who made him feel alive and cherished.

As the interview concluded, they exchanged knowing glances and smiled, knowing that their love story was far from over. They had found something extraordinary in each other, something worth cherishing for a lifetime.

And so, their love story continued, with every page they turned together and every word they penned as they walked hand in hand into the future, guided by the magic of those eyes.

[the-californicationist]

Acabo de leer “1000 pequeñas muertes” en AO3 y solo puedo decir: que quiero llorar pero reír, sobretodo porque ese anhelo, desesperación y búsqueda la he sentido en estos últimos días… como si algo me esperara, pero aún no lo encuentro.

Eres maravillosa, mi amor. Cada cosa que escribes es un regalo tan hermoso que vivirá en mi corazón hasta que ya no esté en este mundo terrenal, y si somos afortunados y no perdemos la memoria: seguirá estando grabado en mí.

Siento que te conozco tanto, pero a la vez no, y cuando cierro los ojos pienso que puedo ver tu rostro pero se difumina como un reflejo en el mar. Y pienso también que te mereces todo y mucho más, y aunque no creas en Dios, le pido que esas maravillas te encuentren y cada día sea más feliz y pleno que el anterior.

Te abrazo mil y un veces, te beso mil y un veces, y te doy muchas gracias. Por ti es que estoy aquí en tumblr, por ti es que volví a leer sobre mis personajes favoritos, por ti he pensado, conocido y experimentado tanto que no tengo palabras para describirlo.

Te quiero como si te hubiese conocido, y aunque quizás no lo hago, te quiero mil y un veces más para justificarlo.

—Griss.

Ojalá mi español fuera lo suficientemente bueno para escribir mis sentimientos but it's not. Griss!! This note just means so much to me. Your friendship and support has really gotten me through some really tough days. To hear about how much you enjoyed my 100th fic just goes straight to my heart. <3 <3 you will ALWAYS have me on your side and i look forward to reading and writing another 100 fics and sharing them together. te amo mucho, nena. la verdad. <3 <3 <3