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riddler-green · 2 years ago

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Hola, espero que estés bien<3! Acabo de descubrir tu perfil y me gustó mucho como escribes 💚💚, me gustaría pedirte una idea que he tenido por mucho tiempo y es sobre que somos l@s espos@s de Bruce Wayne y Riddler nos secuestra, espero no sea molestia !

I am at your side

Summary: You are Bruce Wayne's partner and by chance you end up at the Riddler's side.

Edward Nashton x Reader x Platonic!Bruce Wayne

A/n: hola mucho gusto! una gran disculpa por la tardanza! pero realmente tomé varias semanas en pensar como escribir estoo… realmente me tomé libertad creativa jeje, entonces espero que lo disfruteeeesssss….. muchas gracias!! lamento si no hay mucha interacción amorosa pero estoy escribiendo otra parte donde se desarrolle la relación de Edward y Reader. o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

Warning: I tried to write this fanfic with as little violence as possible, kidnapping! obsessive behavior, stalking, a hint of stockholm syndrome, description of grappling/fighting. If I have missed something else to mention, please let me know.

Words: 5,680

The first time Edward saw you was through a photo.

More specifically in a magazine photo, he gazed at you and admired you for several hours, you were on the cover with a soft smile looking straight at the camera, standing in a simple setting of a solid color, Edward thinks that the clothes you wore for that shoot cost more than his entire apartment complex. His first impression beyond finding you beautiful was an anger, an unpleasant feeling when he realizes how rich you are, you are part of Gotham's aristocracy, that select few people who make money based on other people's suffering, that boiled Edward's blood.

Why are you not alone in that picture, but with someone else.

Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham, remains completely serious, his face, his posture screams elegance as always, the two of them being the main title of the magazine.

They are getting married.

Edward almost crumpled the magazine in anger, a wave of anger he now doesn't know how it came, he admired the only Wayne alive, the man who runs one of the city's businesses, but he can no longer think the same way, his trust has been betrayed, the Wayne's have failed him since he was a child, he realized it since he discovered the true intentions of the renovation.

Why after all, the Wayne get a happy life, Bruce how could he get such a beautiful couple like you? look again at the cover, both you and Burce didn't look each other in the eyes like a couple in love, your hands were barely gently intertwined.

It didn't take him long to research, to find out everything you've done, who your family is, where you went to school, who your best friends are, everything about you he absorbed until he found nothing. He had a hard time admitting it at first, the fact that he became obsessed with you by mere accident, you were his next target, he had several plans to do you justice, send you a letter bomb along with your husband, poison you, or maybe throw you off a building.

All those plans were thrown overboard when he became more attached to you, you impressed him with your anonymous donations to various institutions, you even donated to Arkham Hospital, he knows this because he spied on your bank account. Despite knowing many aspects of your life he still finds you mysterious, you don't go out to the parties of Gotham's rich young men who spend all their money on alcohol, but like your husband, you both keep an extremely low profile.

Edward goes back to the magazine stand to see if he has any luck finding you in some of the articles or on the covers, he stands still looking at a cover of a reputable magazine, but frowns to see the full picture.

It's you, but with your husband, again.

Edward sighs in disappointment, you always have to be with Bruce.

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Bruce is a rigid, stoic, and even mean-spirited man at worst, and he's been your husband for several months now, but the friendship you've maintained has been going on for several years. You are still surprised that the press doesn't know that the marriage was something entirely done for the benefit of your family's company and Wayne's company.

You lower your eyes as you remember that you didn't marry for love, at least you are comforted that you married your best friend and not a stranger. You remember the awkward moment when the two of you had to kiss at the wedding, you almost vomit at that event as you can't think of Bruce as a husband, he's like your brother. And like the way he looked at you you know he didn't like that kiss either.

"You should be sleeping" Bruce's voice woke you up completely, you looked at him with tired eyes and went back to watching the news on the TV of his lair full of Bats, you don't answer him and he didn't expect you to say anything either, he takes off his helmet to let you see his face half-covered with black dust, and turns to his computer to write a new report of the night.

You get up from the couch you placed near the TV for more comfort to approach him "Now who are you looking for?" you ask him with sleepy amusement and he continues typing without looking at you "A killer, his name is from The Riddler" he gives you a short answer and your smile "wow, he likes riddles?" Bruce finishes his report and puts away his notepad and glances at you "You have no idea how much he likes them" his seriousness makes you stop smiling.

"I think I saw it on the news...he killed the mayor didn't he?" Bruce nods at your doubt "He may be going after politicians, maybe corporate heads, maybe even we're on his list".

You get scared at the mere thought of the Riddler wanting to kill you, you unconsciously swallow your saliva, he is ruthless and bloody, you saw how the mayor was left with his head wrapped in tape and a thumb cut off.

"We must be careful..." you said and Bruce doesn't respond with the words but offered you one of his hands and you take it lovingly, a way to reassure you.

"I won't give in to the threat of a killer like him, I won't let him kill any more people" assures the man who still has his full bat suit, you look at him hopefully and trust his words.

You just want this to end.

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Bruce yawns slightly as he walks into the main room where he finds Alfred reading the paper and drinking tea. The butler bids him good afternoon and he sits down at the round table with gothic decor while putting on his sunglasses, quickly noticing you were gone.

Bruce asks Alfred about you and he replies that you had to attend a meeting with Wayne Enterprise's accountants to see some altercations, the man with sunglasses relaxes and concentrates on his freshly prepared breakfast, he needs to investigate more about the green-masked assassin.

Hours later and Bruce realizes what time it is, so engrossed in his documents and puzzles he has to solve, the clues and the murders have him detached from time.

He realizes you're not back.

He calls you on the phone but you don't answer, he tries to reach you for several minutes, but you never answer.

But you never answer.

He leaves his lair to look for Alfred, he hasn't seen you either since you left, worrying the man with sunglasses, Bruce doesn't need more words to leave his tower to look for you.

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You open your eyes wide leaving your sleep behind.

You blink slowly, but, when you fall asleep in the first place...your body feels numb, or rather, numb and bound. you shake but there's not much you can do, you feel duct tape down your legs and wrists through your clothes.

"Wake up...wake up...wake up" an unfamiliar voice takes your sleep away completely, you give a shout of surprise but it is silenced by a piece of cloth in your mouth, you swear your eyes might pop out from how wide you opened them, the first thing you notice is that the place you are in, is too dark that you don't look at anything, not even at the person who woke you up.

Fear runs rampant through your veins that you almost fall into a panic attack from the overwhelming feeling that you are in a completely unknown place, against your will and you admit that you are afraid of what will happen to you.

"Breath, you look like you're going to have a heart attack," a voice tells you with an amused tone, you try to look for that voice, for that person who is hidden among the darkness of the place, who is it? "Hh, I think you can't see me, wait for a second" you hear some things moving, a creaking chair, and the other things you can't recognize, suddenly the room got light, you closed your eyes because of the exposure to the brightness of the spotlight, but before you had time to get used to the light someone moves you from your original position, thus realizing that you are tied up and sitting on a swivel chair.

You open your eyes and look at him, you don't know who he is, or why he is dressed like that, and as strange as it sounds, the only thing you can see through the mask he is wearing and his glasses are his eyes, eyes very different from anyone you have ever seen before, is it madness what you see in front of you?

He is standing in front of you, his breaths are deep and loud, green, and he is covered with completely green clothes, your limbs start to tremble at the sight of how the man is dressed as if he were an executioner.

You and the man stare at each other for a long time, as if it were a staring contest "Hello!" he greets you, closing his eyes and smiling behind his mask. You felt that his greeting was more than ironic and your concern grows more and more, who the hell is he?

He remains observant but you already avoided his gaze, before you panic again he leaves your side laughing, you take advantage and look around, everything looks blurry and opaque you realize between tears you don't even know when you started to cry, the whole place was covered with papers and files and books.

The unknown man sings in a low voice a song that for you is not soothing, all this terrifies you, you recognized the melody from the man's mouth, and the bird Mary comes out as if it were a church choir, this seems more bizarre than before. You struggle again, moving your wrists to create some friction but you have simply been tied too tightly and have made no difference to the tape being removed from your limbs.

The other person in the room turns to look at you to watch your attempts to escape and stops his humming to stay silent, when you realize he was looking at you you stop moving in fright, tears coming out of you that your nose starts to get stuffed up from the snot caused by you sobbing, you looked up to feel something other than the duct tape on your body.

"Hey, hey, hey" he calls out to you approaching you again and kneeling to be at your level, being near him only causes you intense terror "I'm sorry we met like that" he speaks softly making your sobbing calm down "just, I wanted to see you" he admits shamelessly, he rubs his gloved hands towards your arms, he says nothing but keeps looking at you as if he's watching you from close.

You squint your eyes in confusion, no matter how much you search your head for the memory of who this person could be there is no one similar to him. "I want to hear you," he said, getting up from the floor to remove the gag in your mouth.

You screamed as an instinct, you screamed so much that you wouldn't be surprised if your vocal cords were damaged but despite screaming with all your effort, he who holds you captive just looks at you curiously, you scream for help, you scream for someone to notice you and rescue you from all this, you scream for all the anguish.

But nothing happened.

"It's okay" he stands near you talking to you in such a calm tone "Scream all you want," he says softly you hear him between your moans "No one can hear you anyway" You instantly shut up because of what he said, you dared to look him in the eyes to see if he was serious.

He kept staring at you, your eyes and he kept looking at each other "Who are you?" you whisper in a raspy voice without leaving the staring contest, he smiles "You know who I am".

You notice the question mark on his chest, you'd seen it before, somewhere...sometime, but where? Where?

The realization hits you like a bucket of cold water, of course, you've seen him, in the news, in the papers, in Bruce's relentless searches to capture him, the politician killer, the one who killed Don Mitchell, it can't be.

"Riddler...you... You are" you can barely utter from the deep fear he has just provoked in you, you don't care that you look like a coward, your skin bristles from the fear rising in you again "Are you going to kill me?" you ask him horrified but already knowing the answer he would say, a terrible <yes> from him.

"Kill you?" he hesitates to utter the word with distaste, in the past, he seriously thought about it, but now you are in his heart for a long time "I would never do such a thing!" he confesses surprised of your question as if it was an obvious thing, you kept silent and he hasn't stopped looking at you "Oh Jesus" he exclaimed sighing "you are so beautiful " he whispered seeing your whole being, his look made you so uncomfortable that you turn your head so he would stop looking at you.

You have no idea what is happening, maybe he won't kill you but he will put a cage on your head with hungry rats since he has done it after all, you clench your fists to keep yourself strong, you don't want to cry more than necessary, not being in front of him. But what can you do in this situation? You're tied up and scared, your breathing still hasn't calmed down and you look like you're going to pass out again from the shock of your situation.

You just hope Bruce notices your disappearance and beats the crap out of this madman. The Riddler stops looking at you, perhaps noticing your discomfort "If you don't want to kill me then...what do you want?" you question him hesitantly, he remains silent not knowing what to answer you only hear his noisy breaths through the mask.

"I..uh..." he stammers nervously searching for the most convenient words in his mind "No one buys me but they would steal me with a look, useless to one but invaluable to two What can I be?" he repeats the riddle in a low voice but you manage to hear him and your eyes widen in surprise and fear flashes in your eyes.

Your expression of displeasure is evident, as Bruce told you in the past, this man is crazy about riddles, so much so that he knows an infinity of them by heart, that he is giving you a simple riddle baffles you "Love...it's love" you answer him with discouragement.

"Right!" he compliments you in a cheerful and energetic voice, you feel extremely strange and confused, you didn't expect The Riddler to be like this, you don't want to get on his bad side so you answered his riddle.

"Well..." he stammered with joy mixed with agitation, he was still staring at you of course "Oh! you must be hungry!" he walks away from your side and you just look at him who is heading to the kitchen of the place you are in, as he walks away he sees the room again. There were endless books and papers wasted everywhere, it also had too many things placed on the walls, documents, pictures, and endless things that only make you more uneasy about the man who kidnapped you.

On your right side, you see a yellowish light, a closed window, and a rifle specifically placed pointing at a part of the window.

You paled at the sight of the gun, but at the same time you found it to be the quickest way out, an escape, but you have a problem, your restraints.

When the riddler returns he brings with him a plate and a glass of water with a straw "Here you must be thirsty!" he puts down the plate with what you see is a dessert, he brings the glass close to you making the straw reach your mouth. You look at it completely dumbfounded, you never thought this would happen, it's like it's a strange dream that you haven't woken up yet, but oh, this is more than real.

You take the water warily, expecting the water to taste weird but it didn't turn out that way, you drank the water until it was almost gone and the riddler puts the glass away to put it on his desk "Well, I'd like you to try this, it's a pumpkin pie from my favorite coffee shop" he takes a piece of the pie and brings it towards your mouth, the state of shock still didn't leave your body so you accepted the post and ate it.

Just like the water the dessert tastes good, although it doesn't take away the possibility that it is poisoned with something. While you chew the portions of the pie, you look sideways at your kidnapper, his anxious look does not change in the slightest, it is as if he feels happy with the mere fact that you are by his side. Honestly, that makes you uneasy, you are at his beck and call, he is unpredictable, at any moment he could drop that loving facade to start torturing you.

"It's tasty right?" he asks you and you nod, you don't have the energy to scream again.

He remains silent as he puts down the plate with the remainder of the pie and drags a chair to sit in front of you "Wow...I don't know what to say" the masked man admits, his nervousness is evident now that you take the time to look at him. Reflecting deeply on your next steps, falling into fear won't work for you, and neither will insulting him get to anything more than him getting angry.

Your head feels quite dizzy at the exposure of danger "Why am I here? " you ask him as if it were a plea, it hasn't been more than an hour since you woke up.

From the other perspective, Edward thinks of an answer to your question, now that he has you in front of him he doesn't know how to proceed, yes, he knows how to knock someone unconscious, he has done it to several politicians and people who deserved it, but this is the first time he has taken someone he loves, someone he doesn't want to hurt. He scolds himself for the lack of organization in his plan, he should have checked every detail. For the moment he has acted like a teenage student talking to his crush but what else does he want to do with you?

"Everyone has been lying to you," he told you with a more serious tone, you listened attentively but no longer looked directly at him "What are you talking about?" you slowly duck your head when you hear him suddenly stand up.

"Your husband, Bruce Wayne'' he pronounces the man's name with total aberration "he hasn't been lying to everyone, the renovation has been nothing but a lie!" his voice rises higher making you close your eyes, Edward noticing that apologizes and continues with his explanation "I tried to expose it in a good way you know? I warned them but what did they do? they completely ignored me and I already lost my patience..." he focuses completely on the files stuck on the walls "But you... you are different" his voice sweetens when he addresses you, you open your eyes from shock and he continues talking "I know who you are, I know what you have done for this city, the only sincere thing in that whole fucking ball of hypocrites is you".

This time you look up willingly to see him, the one who is talking is not the riddler, it's someone else, the person who is hidden in all those layers of green clothes and that mask "Who are you?" he seemed to understand what you meant and he stopped talking, he knows he is a total danger if you see his face, he would be finished if you knew his identity, but he can't help but answer all your doubts, he is really weak towards you, the insecure and fearful look you give him destroy him so much, he doesn't want you to look at him as a monster.

The only thing he does is take off his mask, he strips it off in front of you, and the man's facial expression changes completely to an embarrassed one, his face is not the most beautiful and he recognizes it, you feel less scared as you see a more human face, something less terrifying, the revelation of the man's face with question mark surprised you so much that it takes you a few seconds to come back to reality

"I'm Edward" he sits in the other chair in the room, he laughs uncomfortably at your lack of speech "Hello Edward..." your voice sounds puzzled by the impromptu introduction.

"I think what you mean...about the renovation...I was briefed on that today" You blurt out bits of information from the meeting you attended today to discuss that topic with Bruce's group of accountants, you see Edward's reaction, he just sighs with a distressed face "How sluggish" he replies angrily.

Surprisingly you answer him in a low voice "Yes..." You don't know the unusual effect that is causing you the fact that you are getting a little comfortable with Edward, his way of talking and acting and his notorious docility to be with you, his total confidence in showing his face and feeding you. Plus his nerdy boy who doesn't hurt a fly look doesn't help.

Edward relaxes in his seat not taking his eyes off of you of course "You were that KMTJ informant" he nods at your assumption but is less pleased at the mention of his former job "I used to work there, but I found out everything".

"Shit" you curse at everything that's going on, you don't want to have a shred of empathy for this man who treats you like you've known each other for years... the sticky feeling of the tape keeps reminding you that he's here by force, you look behind where Edward is sitting, his collage of photos and newspapers.

There are pictures of magazine covers you took months ago with Bruce for the promotion of his wedding, Bruce's face is crossed out with black marker leaving only your smiling face, there are pictures of the Wayne family and also of your family, pictures of business meetings, pictures of your graduation.

Finally, you see a strange photo with text written on it

<I know what you did>.

In the photo were Bruce's parents, Thomas and Martha Wayne, a little Bruce, and another unknown boy forming part of a choir staring at the camera, with a solemn and calm look, you can't turn your eyes away from the photo, you find familiar the boy with glasses in the photo "Is that you?" you said quietly still examining the photo as if it was a key to some puzzle you want to formulate in your mind.

Edward turns to look at the same picture and sighs, pressing his lips together to turn to you "Yes...it's me" he admits with difficulty, the sadness is obvious on his face. You both fall into silence and you hate it, now you are overcome with intrigue as to who this person is.

"That picture...when did it happen?" he shakes his head as he listens to you "I don't want to talk about it, ok?" he smiles but doesn't convince you, however, you decide to leave the conversation.

Again you sink into silence, unfortunately, you want to know more about that mysterious photo and the person in front of you, Edward...if it's a real name is everything you didn't expect from someone like the riddle.

Edward saw you with more notoriety, it looked like this was going to go on for hours.

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Time seems to be moving slower and slower, your limbs still felt numb and your body was starting to ache from the sitting position you are in, the pain in your head increased making you close your eyes, but it relaxes you to be in silence since you came here.

Edward talked about so many things you don't remember now, you just listened to him and he babbled on ecstatic that you were his audience, he talked about how he knew about the renewal, how he met you, and what it was like to work for the KMTJ, a one-sided conversion, at some point in the night he fell asleep right next to you without realizing it, you waited for an hour in silence making sure he is asleep, you looked at his face with his eyes closed and at rest, you turned to see the rifle still pointed at the window showing that it is night.

You look at Edward very carefully and struggle with your legs and wrists again, only one thing comes to your mind which is to take off the tape that with the passing of the hours its glue decreases, besides it covers your clothes and not your skin, you don't take your eyes off Edward, who is still asleep. You raise your wrists and hit them toward your stomach, you do that movement again and you notice that little by little your wrists are free of the tape. you smile completely lucky to get out of the tape that was holding you.

You see the man dressed in green again, his eyes are still closed and inside you squeal with joy that he didn't wake up.

Standing near Edward's desk you search through his tools for something sharp and pick up a small green box cutter, silently you cut the piece of tape on your legs.

Damn, it looks fucking easy to leave.

With your limbs freed you slowly get up from your chair and walk towards the rifle near the window, you could already feel your sweet freedom in just a few steps, already near the rifle you hear an angry shout from Edward.

Your first instinct was to run and grab the rifle in your sweaty hands from panic and fear, you turned around in time to face Edward just awake and with a completely unrecognizable look of anger. You opened your eyes and the gun feels heavier and heavier between your hands, you raise the rifle aiming it at Edward who moved closer to you

"Back off!" you yell at him, you had never touched a gun in your life, and you don't even know if it has bullets or safety but Edward's expression changed from anger to fear in a second, giving you a bit of courage, but suddenly his fearful eyes turned into ones full of sadness, his face soured and he started crying in front of you.

That made you weaken your grip on the gun, you didn't expect this to be his reaction, you had the feeling that he will rush towards you to take the gun away.

But now, simply the man who calls himself the riddler and whose appearances were more than macabre, lies in front of you with his hands raised, his face swollen, cheeks and nose blushing from sobbing, you looked at him stunned and he wouldn't stop crying, in your mind you only tell yourself that it's a way to manipulate you so you give him the gun and he can tie you up again in tape.

But, shit, you feel sorry for him, your heart shrinks for seeing such a scene, and his voice breaks "Please, please, don't go" he manages to say between his wails, his shrieks transmit an immeasurable anguish.

"Don't cry!" you shout at him sharply pointing again, Edward lifts his head and looks at the mess he has become, tears are still falling from his eyes but he has stopped shrieking.

"You kidnapped me! You tied me up! What did you expect, that I would love you?" you scream at him taking out all your pain and anguish, he keeps silent but looks you straight in the eyes, very different from the other times you have seen each other in the course of your stay here, he opened his eyes completely, you see his irises in different shades of blue and green.

"Is your name even Edward?" your question is no longer loud or outrageous, if not full of torment.

"I don't know, I don't know my real name," he says wiping away his tears "Edward, Patrick, the Riddler, I don't care" names that some people called him , sometimes he questions his own identity, who he is.

"What do you mean?" you keep pointing at Edward as you start walking without taking your eyes off the bespectacled man sitting on the floor "Edward is the name I was given at the orphanage I grew up in" he reveals in a guarded voice.

You stop your pace noticing what he just said "Orphanage? Are you talking about the Gotham orphanage?" he nods his head in disgust at the mere memory of his hell, you know what it implies that he was one of those little ones who suffered from the old orphanage that used to be a Wayne home, you read the news about the little help, the mistreatment, and the poor support.

You shake your head "I don't believe you" You refuse to think that this man survived the orphanage, the orphanage fire, everything, the man in front of you looks perfectly like a normal person.

"Don't believe me, look at the picture" he points to the picture you paid attention to, him being near the Waynes, you look closely at the picture and see that it is not a common picture if not a sheet was torn from a newspaper <The Wayne's visit Gotham's orphanage!> as a scoop title.

Before you saw Edward again he had already run towards you, you were too slow in firing the gun he threw you down hard, and you took seconds to respond from the impact of falling to the ground, Edward completely hogged you trying to pull the gun away from you and trap you with his body.

You stretch out one of your arms to grab the rifle but Edward pulls it further away from you and screams in frustration.

"Why?" you manage to shout at him amidst the scuffle on the floor "Why me?!" you don't even know what you're asking anymore, the mixture of overwhelming feelings made you spit out questions "I LOVE YOU!! Don't you understand?" he answers you on top of you with the same impatience as yours.

Before you bit one of his hands you both stop abruptly at insistent knocks on the apartment door.

Edward froze staring in the direction of the door, while you take advantage of his distraction to break away from him and grab the rifle "BATMAN!" you shouted with the rifle back in your hands and Edward pales at your shout, the door shakes at the insistent knocking of someone wanting to get in.

Edward doesn't know what to do and you turn to him again "Go away! " you order him pointing the gun and he gets up from the floor without stopping looking at you with confusion "I said go away! " you keep insisting breaking Edward's shock, without thinking twice he runs to the only window of the apartment but before he went out he looks at you for the last time, he didn't say anything to you, just that habit of seeing you comfort him.

The door is finally forced open and you shoot towards a wall out of fright, Edward jumps out the window and disappears without a word.

You perceive Bruce's cape, or rather, Batman when he approaches you to see if you are hurt "Batman!" you call him relieved releasing the rifle and letting it fall on the floor, Bruce looks everywhere looking for the idiot who kidnapped you, but he is nowhere to be found "he escaped" you inform him with a deep and quick breath, for the first time since he came in he turns to see you.

You open your arms to hug Batman, oh god, you were so scared, the only thing you need right now is the affection of your best friend.

Bruce hugged you back stiffly but at the same time he felt a deep relief to see you alive, he should be following the riddler right now, but he can't leave you alone, you need support.

You smell the metal of his suit, you feel some of his weapons, and the smell the rain and the smoke of the city, you feel so safe in his arms, and you close your eyes to enjoy the moment.

"Where did he go?" he asks you with a voice full of anger, you shake your head and answer him "I don't know".

The two of you stood like that, hugging in the middle of the Ridler's apartment, you open your eyes to turn towards the open window.

Why did you let him go?

Batman slowly separates from you so as not to scare you, with his mask you can't perceive a gleam in his eyes, you only see black "Did he do something to you? Did he hurt you?" as he interrogates you he examines your body up and down and touches your arms and head.

"He…was good to me…" you tell him without thinking and Batman confused by your statement asks you again "What did he do to you?" he asks more seriously and you answer him again with the same thing.

"He was good to me, " you say hesitantly in your own words, you remain silent as you take the bat's cape and roll up in it, a common habit you do that annoys Bruce, but this time he lets you do it.

Batman looks at you silently looking for possible serious damage, a bruise, and wounds, on the other hand, you close your eyes and wrap yourself in the tranquility that Bruce's presence causes you "He was good to me.. "you tell him again with a tired tone.

Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes!*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.

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dealingwithmyotherself · 4 years ago

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La verdadera verdadera rial rial

Hace tiempo quiero dejar letritas por aquí. Y hoy no me siento tan bien a nivel salud pero si a nivel emocional. Llevo días dándole vueltas a este escrito porque no se por donde comenzar, porque no tengo fin.

Comenzaré por decir que hablaré de Fer. Si, mi Aparicienti. Quiero dejar la constancia de que siempre la quiero, all the time. Y más allá del querer, del amor, de la constancia y del estar, nunca en estos 27 años había sentido tanta conexión con alguien. Y vaya, que va mejorando con los años, como si con los mismos solo reafirmaramos y aseguramos que debimos conocernos, así es como ha tenido que ser. Así de fuerte y así de bonito. Realmente uno puede estar en casa con una persona. Saca el lado mas puro y digno de mí, ese en el que solo quiero querer, cuidar y apreciar pero en el cual también me dejo ser y dejo de estar a la defensiva, me dejo cuidar y querer. Donde me abrigan el corazón y tengo la seguridad que no me lo van a romper. Eso es Fer para mí, lo más puro, bonito e inmesurable. Por eso siempre repito que en esta y en otras mil vidas más me la voy a encontrar, que yo voy a encontrarla en mi círculo pequeño, siempre cerca a mí porque la vida se puso más bonita cuando encontré a alguien como ella. Siempre digo que espero que todxs encuentren a su María Fernanda, porque juro que solo tendrán aporte, crecimiento, seguridad y sentirán mucho amor de verdad. Personas como Fer solo vienen a curar. Yo nunca lo digo y sé que ella creerá que es too much, pero yo estoy segura que ella me salvó y a día de hoy me sigue salvando.

Es soplo de vida. Vida, purita vida. Lo mejorcito de la universidad y de mi vida en general.

Por eso en toda oportunidad siempre estoy para decirle que le quiero muchísimo, que le extraño. Es curioso porque siempre está cerca pero le extraño. Me he acostumbrado a su presencia y a su ser. En este punto de la vida no me veo sin ella, no en un futuro cercano ni lejano. Siempre estaré agradecida conmigo misma por haberla elegido y tantas otras cosas que elegí. Lo volvería a hacer. Estoy segura que nadie, nadie más allá de mi propia madre, se hubiese inmolado y no le he importado tanto como a Fer, como ella lo ha hecho conmigo. Literal me ha sostenido cuando ni yo sabía como seguir viviendo. Ha soportado lo que no ha tenido que junto a mí. Ha estado en cada llorada, caída, malhumorada y rotura de corazón. Y siempre llega, se queda y me compone a base de abrazos, de palabras de su bello corazón y mucha da muchísima seguridad.

Toda esa seguridad que en algún momento perdí. Ella me llevó por senderos donde solo el amor y la seguridad podían ser mi bien. Y lo han sido.

He confirmado una vez más que el amor siempre nos va a curar, que los momentos, las risas y el ser son lo mejorcito que hay. El poder ser junto a la persona que te salva en tus peores, super peores. Vuelvo a repetir, espero poder darle y retribuirle un poco de todo lo que me ha dado, lo que me da.

La mujer que me ha cumplido cada promesa hecha, por ello le creo todo. Que lo puede todo y que siempre a más.

Hace poquito me dijo que me quería muchísimo por esto y por todo. Y a mí se me hace chiquito el corazón y siento la calidez que siempre me brinda. Que curioso ¿no? Cómo es que una aprende a querer tanto, a mostrarse y a sentir porque realmente es eso lo que nos aporta.

Te quiero con todo lo que queda de mi corazón siempre. Espero que podamos compartir todo los mejores momentos de la vida juntas y vernos en las que siguen, aportarnos y sostenernos como siempre lo hacemos. Eres mi mejor ejemplo de resiliencia y de constancia al querer. Te quiero por encima de los siglos y siglos. Gracias por tanto Fernandita.

Dejo esta fotito de nuestras veladas románticas donde me traes chelas nuevas, siempre chelas y vino, donde hay charlas, las de siempre, de jart to jart. Donde volvemos al querer y a ese mundito donde somos las verdaderas verdaderas, las rial rial.

#la gran y true friendship

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wayhaughtao3feed · 3 years ago

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Cuando todas las luces se desvanezcan tú guiarás mi camino

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by F2001

1930. En la época de la gran depresión y después de un sin fin de eventos devastadores, una pequeña niña de origen alemán llamada Nicole pierde todo lo que tiene y es rescatada por Nedley, un amable y noble ex soldado inglés que pasa sus días en Purgatorio, un pequeño barrio de Londres donde residen aquellos que participaron en la Primera Guerra Mundial y resultaron heridos en combate, realmente no se puede decir que sea un sitio muy pintoresco, pero cuando Nicole conoce a Waverly, una niña con un alma y corazón hermoso a pesar de tener una vida tormentosa, Nicole entenderá que aún hay algo de bondad en este mundo y vale la pena luchar a pesar de todos los inconvenientes y situaciones tormentosas que surgirán en el camino. Una historia de guerra, dolor, traición, tragedia, redención, valentía, amistad, y sobre todo amor incondicional entre dos personas que han pasado por mucho, pero seguirán adelante a pesar de las dificultades.

Words: 3050, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp, Wynonna Earp, Doc Holliday (Wynonna Earp), Randy Nedley, Jeremy Chetri, Xavier Dolls, Ward Earp, Gus McCready, Curtis McCready, Mercedes Gardner, Tucker Gardner, Perry Crofte, Shae Pressman, Shorty (Wynonna Earp), Hardy Champ, Julian (Wynonna Earp), Rachel Valdez (Wynonna Earp TV), Chrissy Nedley

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp & Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp & Nicole Haught, Xavier Dolls & Wynonna Earp, Wynonna Earp & Doc Holliday, Waverly Earp & Wynonna Earp

Additional Tags: Wayhaught - Freeform, World War I, Alternate Universe - World War I, World War II, Soldier Nicole Haught, Treason, Drama, Romance, Redemption, Friendship, Childhood Friends, Childhood Trauma, Friends to Lovers, MANY THINGS WILL HAPPEN, Waverly Earp is the kindest person in the world, Nicole will fight, they will meet again, After a lot of pain, True Love, Happy Ending

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#ao3feed #fanfic #Wayhaught

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hattercatsparadise · 4 years ago

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Vigilant among us (Daredevil ver)

Hatter Cat: After several searches in libraries in other worlds, the mirror brought me the nature of this hitherto unknown wish.

Mirror, mirror on the wall ... Reveal the Reflected Wish.

The mirror reveals the Reflection of the Wish: When you are the Daredevil (feat. Malleus, Sebek & Trey + mysterious soul)

✨ Está intrigado com sua presença;

✨ Você consegue distinguir facilmente sua presença e distingui-lo de todos e tudo;

✨ Ele consegue sentir que você não é um frágil humano como os outros;

✨ Você pode ter perdido sua visão, mas seus outros sentidos e poderes recorrentes do acidente o tornam independente e isso é admirável;

✨ Seus outros sentidos aguçados e seus outros poderes compensam tudo o que supostamente você seria incapaz de viver;

✨ Malleus sabe do que você é capaz, mas como você é alguém querido não pode evitar de se preocupar em você se relacionar com ele;

✨ Afinal as pessoas o temem e ele não recebe palavras gentis das outras pessoas fora de Diasomnia (especialmente Lilia, Silver e Sebek);

✨ Uma vez ele pode presenciar ao longe quando você defendeu sua amizade com ele quando alguns tolos tentaram desmerecer vocês dois;

✨ Ele não pode evitar de fascinar cada vez mais por você.

✨ He is intrigued by your presence;

✨ You can easily distinguish his presence and distinguish him from everyone and everything;

✨ He can feel that you are not a fragile human like others;

✨ You may have lost your sight, but your other recurrent senses and powers from the accident make you independent and that is admirable;

✨ Your other heightened senses and your other powers make up for everything that you are supposed to be unable to live with;

✨ Malleus knows what you are capable of, but since you are loved you cannot help but worry about you relating to him;

✨ After all, people fear him and he doesn't receive kind words from other people outside Diasomnia (especially Lilia, Silver and Sebek);

✨ Once he can witness from a distance when you defended your friendship with him when some fools tried to disparage you two;

✨ He can't help but be fascinated more and more by you.

✨ Está intrigado por tu presencia;

✨ Puede distinguir fácilmente su presencia y distinguirlo de todos y de todo;

✨ Puede sentir que no eres un humano frágil como los demás;

✨ Puede que hayas perdido la vista, pero tus otros sentidos y poderes recurrentes del accidente te hacen independiente y eso es admirable;

✨ Tus otros sentidos intensificados y tus otros poderes compensan todo con lo que se supone que no puedes vivir;

✨ Malleus sabe de lo que eres capaz, pero como eres amado, no puedes evitar preocuparte por tu relación con él;

✨ Después de todo, la gente le teme y él no recibe palabras amables de otras personas fuera de Diasomnia (especialmente Lilia, Silver y Sebek);

✨ Una vez pudo presenciar desde la distancia cuando defendiste tu amistad con él cuando unos tontos intentaron menospreciarlos a los dos;

✨ No puede evitar sentirse cada vez más fascinado por ti.

✨ Provavelmente seu primeiro encontro não foi dos melhores;

✨ Poderia acontecer por exemplo de duas maneiras:

✨ A primeira quando ele estava sendo alto e barulhento e você pediu gentilmente para que ele abaixe um pouco a voz;

✨ (Afinal ser cego e ter os outros sentidos em níveis sobre humanos com alguém como ele gritando não é nada confortável);

✨ Ou ele presencia você sendo casualmente com seu jovem mestre ou Lilia;

✨ Isso é uma afronta cometida por um mero humano e incapaz de reconhecer a magnificência de Malleus;

✨ Sebek estaria te repreendendo gritando mais alto do que o de costume;

✨ Silver talvez precisaria em vão tentar acalmar a situação;

✨ Mas como sempre Sebek não dá valor ao que Silver diz e só ouve quando Lilia ou o próprio Malleus dizem a mesma coisa;

✨ Lilia ou Malleus precisariam dizer que não se incomodavam;

✨ Silver deixe escapar que Sebek deve respeito a você por suas formidáveis habilidades;

✨ Mas novamente como fora o rapaz de cabelo prateado que disse, Sebek não acredita e te desafia para um combate;

✨ O resultado é claro: Você fez desse duelo brincadeira de criança e no chão está Sebek exausto enquanto VOCÊ é quem venceu;

✨ Lilia está se divertindo antes de explicar sobre seu passado e como adquiriu suas habilidades e poderes;

✨ Desta vez Sebek acredita e te venera com muito respeito.

✨ Talvez ele peça para que você apresente o para seu mentor e que ele possa pedir que o treine, afinal ele poderá ser ainda mais formidável pelo bem de seu jovem mestre.

✨ Probably the way you met was not the best;

✨ It could happen for example in two ways:

✨ The first when he was being loud and loud and you kindly asked him to lower his voice a little;

✨ (After all, being blind and having the other senses on levels about humans with someone like him screaming is not at all comfortable);

✨ Or he sees you being casually with his young master or Lilia;

✨ This is an affront committed by a mere human and unable to recognize the magnificence of Malleus;

✨ Sebek would be scolding you by shouting louder than usual;

✨ Silver might need to try to defuse the situation in vain;

✨ But as usual Sebek doesn't appreciate what Silver says and only hears when Lilia or Malleus says the same thing;

✨ Lilia or Malleus would have to say that they didn't mind;

✨ Silver let slip that Sebek owes you respect for your formidable skills;

✨ But again as the silver-haired boy said, Sebek doesn't believe it and challenges you to combat;

✨ The result is clear: You made this duel child's play and on the floor Sebek is exhausted while YOU are the one who won;

✨ Lilia is having fun before explaining about your past and how she acquired your skills and powers;

✨ This time Sebek believes and worships you with great respect.

✨ Maybe he will ask you to introduce him to your mentor and he can ask you to train him, after all he can be even more formidable for the sake of his young master.

✨ Probablemente la forma en que se conocieron no fue la mejor;

✨ Podría suceder, por ejemplo, de dos formas:

✨ La primera cuando estaba hablando fuerte y le pediste amablemente que bajara un poco la voz;

✨ (Después de todo, ser ciego y tener los otros sentidos al nivel de los humanos con alguien como él gritando no es nada cómodo);

✨ O te ve casualmente con tu joven amo o Lilia;

✨ Esta es una afrenta cometida por un simple humano e incapaz de reconocer la magnificencia de Malleus;

✨ Sebek te estaría regañando gritando más fuerte de lo habitual;

✨ Silver podría necesitar intentar calmar la situación en vano;

✨ Pero, como de costumbre, Sebek no aprecia lo que dice Silver y solo escucha cuando Lilia o el propio Malleus dicen lo mismo;

✨ Lilia o Malleus tendrían que decir que no les importaba;

✨ Silver dejó escapar que Sebek le debe respeto por sus formidables habilidades;

✨ Pero nuevamente, como dijo el chico de cabello plateado, Sebek no lo cree y te desafía a combatir;

✨ El resultado es claro: Hiciste este duelo como un juego de niños y en el suelo Sebek está agotado mientras TÚ eres el que gana;

✨ Lilia se divierte antes de explicar sobre su pasado y cómo adquirió sus habilidades y poderes;

✨ Esta vez Sebek te cree y te adora con gran respeto.

✨ Tal vez te pida que le presentes a tu mentor y pueda pedirte que lo entrenes, después de todo, puede ser aún más formidable por el bien de su joven maestro.

✨ Todos nós sabemos que este homem é uma pessoa muito gentil (com um sorriso mal tão sexy);

✨ Ele seria atencioso e prestativo com você quando ele ainda desconhece suas verdadeiras capacidades;

✨ Até porque é adorável e reconfortante a presença dele e essa energia gentil que ele emana, seria difícil recusá-lo;

✨ Mas sempre há algum idiota que quer causar problemas e esse idiota te fez de alvo;

✨ Agora o tolo está se arrependendo quando você mostra toda sua capacidade;

✨ Trey está em choque ao presenciar o que aconteceu antes de rir;

✨ Ele está rindo de si mesmo vendo que foi um bobo tendo uma imagem frágil de algo que você não é;

✨ Como Vice Líder ele pode avisar algum outro idiota que serão denunciados, assim ele evita que você se envolva em problemas.

✨ We all know that this man is a very kind person (with an evil smile so sexy);

✨ He would be considerate and helpful to you when he still doesn't know your true abilities;

✨ Even because his presence is lovely and comforting and the gentle energy he exudes, it would be difficult to refuse him;

✨ But there is always some idiot who wants to cause trouble and that idiot has made you a target;

✨ Now the fool is repenting when you show all your ability;

✨ Trey is shocked to see what happened before laughing;

✨ He is laughing at himself seeing that he was a fool having a fragile image of something you are not;

✨ As Vice Dorm Leader he can warn some other idiot who will be reported, so he keeps you from getting into trouble.

✨ Todos sabemos que este hombre es una persona muy amable (con una sonrisa malvada tan sexy);

✨ Él sería considerado y útil contigo cuando aún no conozca tus verdaderas habilidades;

✨ Incluso porque su presencia es hermosa y reconfortante y la gentil energía que emana, sería difícil rechazarlo;

✨ Pero siempre hay algún idiota que quiere causar problemas y ese idiota te ha convertido en un objetivo;

✨ Ahora el necio se arrepiente cuando demuestras toda tu habilidad;

✨ Trey se sorprende al ver lo que pasó antes de reír;

✨ Se ríe de sí mismo al ver que era un tonto al tener una imagen frágil de algo que tú no eres;

✨ Como vice líder, puede advertir a algún otro idiota que será denunciado, para evitar que te metas en problemas.

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✨ Este caçador assim que colocou os olhos em você, algo dentro dele dizia que você era um lobo sob pele de cordeiro;

✨ Como você conquistou o interesse dele, ele será como sempre: Te seguirá para lhe estudar e aprender mais com você;

✨ Mas na primeira tentativa foi um fiasco;

✨ Você o notou facilmente nas primeiras horas que ele começou seu jogo;

✨ Ele dramaticamente te elogia sobre seu talento e isso o atrai ainda mais;

✨ Já que seu jogo não funciona com você, ele se torna mais direto nas abordagens;

✨ Não importa o quanto ele descubra sobre você, Rook sempre quer saber mais;

✨ Seus poderes e sentidos sobre humanos são o principal foco de seu interesse;

✨ Se ele presencia você chutando a bunda de algum idiota que te incomodou?

✨ “Splendide, mon amour! Você é realmente fascinante!”

✨ Espere que ele não deixe de te elogiar (e acabar com os nervos de todos em Pomefiore sobre as citações dele sobre você).

✨ This hunter as soon as he laid eyes on you, something inside him said that you were a wolf under sheep's clothing;

✨ As you won his interest, he will be as usual: he will follow you to study and learn more from you;

✨ But the first attempt was a failure;

✨ You noticed him easily in the first few hours that he started his game;

✨ He dramatically praises you about your talent and it attracts you even more;

✨ Since your game doesn't work for you, it becomes more direct in approach;

✨ No matter how much he finds out about you, Rook always wants to know more;

✨ Your powers and senses above human capabilities are the main focus of his interest;

✨ If he witnesses you kicking some idiot's ass that bothered you?

✨ “Splendide, mon amour! You are really fascinating! ”

✨ Expect him to be sure to praise you (and put an end to everyone's nerves in Pomefiore about his quotes about you).

✨ Este cazador tan pronto como te vio, algo en su interior dijo que eras un lobo bajo piel de oveja;

✨ A medida que se ganó su interés, él será como de costumbre: lo seguirá para estudiar y aprender más de usted;

✨ Pero el primer intento fue un fracaso;

✨ Lo notó fácilmente en las primeras horas que comenzó su juego;

✨ Te alaba dramáticamente por tu talento y te atrae aún más;

✨ Dado que su juego no funciona para usted, se vuelve más directo en el enfoque;

✨ No importa cuánto averigüe sobre ti, Rook siempre quiere saber más;

✨ Sus poderes y sentidos sobre los humanos son el foco principal de su interés;

✨ ¿Si te ve patear el trasero de un idiota que te molesta?

✨ ¡ Splendide, mon amour! ¡Eres realmente fascinante! "

✨ Espere que se asegure de elogiarlo (y poner fin a los nervios de todos en Pomefiore por sus citas sobre usted).

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annaflorsdefum · 5 years ago

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ESP || Este retrato es muy especial porque en el se puede ver una persona muy especial y la amistad más duradera de mi vida! Des de que me alcanza la memoria siempre hemos estado juntas… Quien diría que nos conocimos hace ya más de 20 años! Me encanta ver como, aunque seamos como el día y la noche, somos inseparables y nos hacemos más fuertes la una a la otra! Nuestra amistad es como estas flores: fuertes, llenas de vida y bellas. Espero haber captado toda la sensibilidad y belleza interior y exterior de esta gran mujer! Espero que todos tus sueños, proyectos e ideas se hagan realidad @miss_txantxangorri !! ♥️ Si queréis un retrato por encargo no dudéis en mandarme un mail i os mando toda la información! ✉️ ENG || This portrait is very special because it’s about a very special person and the most lasting friendship of my entire life! Since memory reaches me we have always been together... Who would say that we met more than 20 years ago! I love to see how, even though we are like day and night, we are inseparable and we make each other stronger! Our friendship is like these flowers: strong, full of life and beautiful. I hope I have captured all the sensitivity and inner and outer beauty of this great woman! I hope all your dreams, projects and ideas come true @misstxantxangorri! ♥️ If you want a commissioned portrait, don’t hesitate and send me an email, I will send you all the info! ✉️

CAT || Aquest retrat és molt especial perquè s’hi pot veure una persona molt especial i l'amistat més duradora de la meva vida! Fins on m’arriba la memória sempre hem estat juntes ... Qui diria que ens vam conèixer ja fa més de 20 anys! M'encanta veure com, encara que siguem com el dia i la nit, som inseparables i ens fem més fortes l'una a l'altra! La nostra amistat és com aquestes flors: fortes, plenes de vida i bella. Espero haver captat tota la sensibilitat i bellesa interior i exterior d'aquesta gran dona! Espero que tots els teus somnis, projectes i idees es facin realitat @miss_txantxangorri!! ♥ ️ Per cert, si voleu un retrat per encàrrec no dubteu a enviar-me un mail i us envio tota la informació! ✉️

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dachi-chan25 · 5 years ago

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I somehow made it...

1-El burlador de Sevilla - Tirso de Molina

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Esta es la primera aparición de Don Juan Tenorio, me pareció una obra genial con muchos personajes femeninos bastante desarrollados para su época. El personaje de Don Juan en sí me pareció un hombre totalmente viviendo en el momento, tan joven, astuto y seductor como es nunca creyó que algún día le llegarían las consecuencias de sus actos y al final la justicia cae sobre el de forma abrupta y contundente.

2 - Fuenteovejuna - Lope de Vega

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Disfrute muchísimo más de lo que esperaba esta obra. En la preparatoria vi muy por encima a los autores de la Época de Oro Española y a decir verdad la maestra que tuve no hizo mucho esfuerzo por interesarnos en la lectura y me parece lamentable porque si esta obra se modernizara en ciertos aspectos reflejaría unos valores feministas y en contra de la cultura de la violáceos tremendos. El momento en el que todas las chicas que han sido abusadas por el duque reclaman a sus padres y hermanos por no haberlas protegido y reclaman su propia venganza tomando armas es realmente catártico si eres una mujer que ha sufrido acoso.

3-Charlotte's Web - E.B White

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I remember watching the movie when I was very young, I just adored Charlotte's voice. And the book is equally charming and heartwarming portraying a truly beautiful friendship that trascends even death. This book made me cry a lot at the end so yeah 5 stars for sure.

4- Dune - Frank Herbert

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I can't believe I hadn't read this before. I watched the movie a thousand times when I was a kid (and ofc I am dying to see the new adaptation) but the book ohhhh it's such an amazing and intelligent book, with a complicated world and politics but also full of mythology and filosophy.

5- Oathbringer (Stormlight Archives #3) - Brandon Sanderson

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Ahhhhhhhhhh. Honestly I just can't believe I went through this books so fast (they are super chunky) but at some point I just couldn't stop reading. I love the characters with all my heart (Shallan and Kaladin are my children tho) and I can't wait to see what happens next.

6-Children of Vengance and Virtue (Legacy of Örisha) -Tomi Adeyemi

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This book made me sad and angry, but that was good, like I didn't even know what to expect after that ending on book 1. And it hit me hard ok??? Tomi Adeyemi raises the stakes with the titans and the centers entering an already divided nation, the political climate is a mess and so is Zelie, my girl is suffering so much and oh god Amari my girl also tries so hard not to be like her family but the frustration of not being listened gets to be too much and I just can't- I need the next book pls.

7- Wolves of Calla (Dark Tower V) - Stephen King

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Ok King is back on my good graces. This book tho, it was excellent, it has big ass stakes, new characters, more references to other SK novels and I am impressed by this world .

8- #Murderfunding (#Murdertrending 2) - Gretchen McNeil

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I just really like this books, they are so cheesy and easy to read and I love it. Horror books are like comfort food to me. So I really liked the new characters and how they tied the old ones with them. Stuff gets proggresively darker with this world's government, and I hope the president gets impeached like you can't condone the stuff he is been allowing to happen and even wants to take his prison system to other countries. The enemies to lovers romance in this one got me hard.

9-1984 - George Orwell

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This is my first re-read of this book, and it was long due. I love how George Orwell was all like "The thing that keeps us human is our ability to care about and protect those around us" because it's true. Also the fact that the part is based off socialists AND fascist is pretty telling that totalitarism is not the way to go. Many people would benefit from reading this book tbh.

10-La tumba de las luciérnagas-Akiyuki Nosaka

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Llore tanto, como es que un texto tan corto puede encapsular tan bien los horrores de la guerra???

11- Mañana puede ser un gran día - Betty Smith

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Me encanto este libro, casi tanto como Un árbol crece en Brooklyn, y es que de verdad que Betty Smith escribe cosas profundas y crudas de la realidad del Sueño Americano y de cómo mucha gente no tiene ni la más mínima oportunidad y tienen que conformarse a existencias vacías que los dejan inconformes, más también nos muestra esperanza de salir de ello y romper con el molde como hace Maggie al final.

12- Fire and blood - George R. R Martin

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I really love GRRM's writing and the ASOIAF series is one of my favorite fantasy series but I can't stand the Targaryen, bunch of self important wierdoes wreaking havoc in a whole continent. I did enjoy the fact that much like everything else surrounding their myth excepcionalism was coined by the Targaryen and proved false when one of the princess died during he Shivers plague and there are some intresting tid-bits that could signal some future events in the ASOIAF series.

13-Black Leopard, Red Wolf - Marlon James

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I tried, this book is too much and I wasn't in the right head space for it. Some of the stories were really good and the mythology intrigued me but I wasn't enjoying the book at all not even when I finished.

14- She loves you yeah, yeah, yeah - Ann Hood

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This book is so cute!!!! It's a really nice story about a group of young kids with different troubles at home wanting to meet their favorite band and coming to terms with being outsiders and that was such a nice read for me this month and all the chapters have names of Beatles songs and it was amazing listening to them as I read the book.

15- The Care and feeding of Ravenously Hungry Girls - Anissa Gray

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I enjoyed this book very much even when it when dark. The relationship between this family (especially the woman) in this book felt very real and super heart breaking. It dealt with abuse and how it can become a cycle, bad mother/daughter relationships, eating disorders, bad coping mechanisms but also it shows how no matter how grim and dark the situation you are in there is always a way to break out and move forward.

It was a pretty great reading month and I hope the next one is just as awesome.

#may 2020 wrap up #wrap up #booklr #dachi rambles #dachi reads stuff

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fernikart57 · 5 years ago

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Mundo Interior

This is another of my favorite songs of this season 4. Mundo Interior, is the fifth song of season 4, of 31 Minutos, it’s about a turtle who wants to join to a gang of rabbits and show them, his “inner world”, but they reject him, luckily, the turtle finds a snail, who befriends him and shows him, his “inner world”.

Lyrics (In Spanish):

Hola, soy la tortuga. Y estaba viéndolos cómo saltaban desde la esquina y me dije «tengo que pertenecer a esta pandilla de conejos». ¿Qué dicen, eh, qué dicen?

Mira, ya acabamos de votar Y tu amistad no nos interesó. Eres lento, torpe y no puedes saltar; Te pesa mucho el caparazón.

Óiganme, por favor, Esto requiere una explicación, Porque la gente que está en mi condición Cuenta con un gran mundo interior.

¿Y de qué nos sirve? Sólo está en tu imaginación. ¿»Mundo interior»? ¡Bah! Mejor mete un gol.

En las pruebas te asusta soplar Y llegas último al competir; Para las fiestas nunca quieres bailar Y tu abuelita viene por ti.

Óiganme, por favor, Eviten ese tono burlón, Porque seguro cambiarán de opinión Cuando conozcan mi mundo interior.

¿Y de qué nos sirve? Sólo está en tu imaginación. ¿»Mundo interior»? Búscate amigos Tristes, aburridos o peor, Como el caracol.

Mi poder de convicción Resultó ser un fraca-aso. Me voy al mundo interior Dentro de mi caparazón, Caparazón, Caparazón.

Señorito, ya las piscinas están llenas, las multicanchas preparadas y lista la decoración del salón de baile. Sólo falta definir el menú del appetizer que encargó. ¿A qué hora llegan sus amigos?

Qué pena, ¡qué dolor!, Qué tremenda desilusión, Abandonado en mi mundo interior Sin más amigos que un caracol.

—¿Y de qué te sirve tan sofisticada producción? —Dijo el caracol. —¿Y de qué te sirve? ¿Crees que tu mundo es el mejor? —¿Y eso es un error? —Ven conoce el mío, este de verdad es mundo interior. —Y me convenció Qué gran sensación, Alucinación, Del buen caracol. Este sí que es mundo interior.

Lyrics (In English):

Hi, I'm the turtle. And I was watching you, how you jumped from the corned and I said to myself «I have to be part of this gang of rabbits». What you say?, eh, what you say?

Look, we have finished voting And we're not interested in your friendship. You're slow, dumb and you can't jump; Your shell weights a lot.

Listen me, please, This requires an explanation, Because the people who are in my condition Counts with a great inner world.

What good does that to us? That's just in your imagination. »Inner world»? Bah! Better go to score a goal.

In the test you're scared of cheat And you place last, when we compete; In the parties, you never want to dance And your grandma comes for you.

Listen me, please, Avoid that mocking pitch, Because you sure change of mind When you know my inner world.

What good does that to us? That's just in your imagination. »Inner world»? Please, find yourself a friend Sad, boring or worse, Like the snail.

My conviction power Managed to be a fai-lure. I'll go to the inner world Inside of my shell, Shell, Shell.

Sir, the pools are prepared, the multifields prepared and the decoration of the ball-room is ready. The only thing remaining is to define the menu of the appetizer that you ordered. What time are your friends arriving?

What grief, what pain!, What tremendous disappointment, Forsaken in my inner world With no friends, but a snail.

—What good does to you this sophisticated production? —Said the snail. —What good does to you? You belive that your world is the best? —And that's a mistake? —Come meet mine's, this is a true inner world. —And he convinced me What a great sensation, Hallucination, Of the good snail. This is an inner world.

What do you think?

You like it?

#mi mundo interior #cápara sonia #31 minutos #ranking top

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valemasel · 6 years ago

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Amigos

Es hasta recientemente que entendí la importancia por completo de los amigos.

A pesar de que siempre había tenido unos pocos (poquísimos) amigos cercanos y que habían estado para mi en algunas situaciones difíciles en mi vida (y les agradezco) no entendía por completo el gran apoyo de personas que realmente estaba ahí, especialmente ahorita a mis 19 años.

Personas que entraron a mi vida recientemente, y una que otra que ha estado ahí desde el colegio, que no necesariamente son mis mejores amigos o las personas con las que hablo 24/7 han estado para mi en momentos en los que ni yo me quiero ver. True friendship i guess.

Lo que me llevo es que los amigos (y la familia pero no siempre) son finalmente el support group que toda persona necesita, es tan solo necesario expresar lo que uno siente, nadie te puede ayudar si no hablas y hablar libera, mas cuando se nota que estas personas en tu vida quieren lo mejor para vos y realmente han apreciado la esencia de quien sos.

No solamente esto significa que sos increíblemente suertuda sino que también es un premio a uno mismo, porque si no fuéramos personas que devuelven exactamente lo mismo, no nos tratarían de esta forma tan especial, so i guess im doing something right.

En fin, que chuzo saber que solo personas buenas tengo al rededor mio <3

#amigos #friends #bestfriend #mejores amigos #felicidad #gratitud

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p3ach3snplums · 4 years ago

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Para lo de los personajes : Kaz, The Darkling, Mal, Genya y David (?)

ESTO VA A SER LARGO, ASÍ QUE TOMEN ASIENTO AMIKES

GIVE ME A CHARACTER; and I’ll break their ass down:

Kaz Brekker aka el dueño de todo lo que quiera mío aka Kazito aka el lisiado que te mataría con su bastón aka MI BEBE.

How I feel about this character

LO AMO MÁS QUE A UN NUEVO MUNDO MÁS QUE A UN DÍA PERFECTO. Se muy bien que no es el chico bueno, por dios no lo es literal la primera vez que lo vemos, deja que le disparen a su amigo por traidor y amenaza con quemar viva a una inocente chica solo para poner a Geels en su lugar. HE IS A BASTARD THE SON OF THE BARREL no sé que se podía esperar, pero DIOS ha pasado por tanto y yo solo QUIERO QUE SEA FELIZ Y TENGA TODO LO QUE EL QUIERA. Y ODIO TODO LO QUE LE PASO EN EL PASADO Y ODIO A PEKKA POR LO QUE LE HIZO. KAZ SOLO MERECE FELICIDAD Y AMOR ¿OKAY? OKAY.

Also he is perfect, es tan bueno en todo lo que hace que me duele. Y no sé yo agarre el libro sin saber nada del grishaverse y me metí de lleno y la verdad Kaz me hizo quedarme en el mundo.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

INEJ Y SOLO INEJ. KANEJ ES MI RELIGIÓN Y MI PASTOR. LOS AMO CON LA INTESIDAD DE MIL SOLES.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

JESPER. Son la brotp perfecta. Pero también Wylan Van Sunshine y Matthias. Y no olvidemos a Nina. En si KAZ Y LOS CUERVOS ME DAN VIDA. Y yo daría mi vida por ellos. Also amo como Kaz se preocupa por ellos a su manera, y los cuida, he is just like his dad and his best friend.

My unpopular opinion about this character

¿Que es un bebito al que debo proteger? Okno creo que no tengo una opinión impopular sobre él, excepto tal vez que el todo lo hace por algún motivo y a veces no lo entienden.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

QUE SE CASARA CON INEJ Y FUERAN FELICES ESO ES LO ÚNICO QUE LE PEDÍA YA A LA VIDA PERO NO ME LO HA DADO. BUT I STILL GOT FAITH EN QUE ME SAQUE UN RELATO DONDE ME MUESTRA QUE SON FELICES JUNTOS PORQUE ES LO QUE KAZ MERECE FELICIDAD Y TODO LO QUE EL QUIERA.

The Darkling aka Aleksander *inserte apellido con spolier* aka SOMBRITAS

How I feel about this character

No lo odio aunque muchos pueden creer que si, actually creo que es uno de los mejores villanos que he leído en algún libro. Estaba tan bien cronstruido que casi logran que lo ame pero había cosas que no me dejaban amarlo (500 AÑOS POR EJEMPLO). Creo que podría haber logrado todo lo que quería si convencía un poco más a Alina. Era un manipulador experto que convenció a casi todos los grishas que él estaba bien y que debían hacer lo que decía, y les infundió miedo. Y creo que sus motivos eran validos pero mal llevados. Also el hecho de que el se negaba a matar a su madre habla de que aun tiene un lado bueno, y humanidad. Y también que puedo decir tiene unas frases memorables.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Luda i think thats her name. Sorry no puedo shippear darklina porque 500 AÑOS we thats too much. Also sorry but Darkling is a bit toxic, no dudo que quería a Alina, en el fondo sé que lo hace pero quiere mucho más su poder.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

IVAN. He was his righthand man. Also Bagra like a true mother-son relationship creo que antes de todo lo que vimos fueron muy buenos entre ellos, pero al igual que su abuelo a Aleksander lo corrompió la ambición y el poder.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Que en algún punto el hubiera sido lo mejor para los grishas, pero bueno he was obsessed with power

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

QUE KAZITO SE LO HUBIERA MADREADO. OKNO ya sé que no estaban en la misma linea temporal. Pero si una buena pelea con NIKOLAI o incluso con Malyen, me hubiera encantado verla.

Malyen “Mal” Oretsev aka Otkazat'sya aka EL CELOS aka MAL NO PUEDES SER MAS IDIOTA PORQUE NO SE PUEDE aka EL SOY UNA ESPADA

How I feel about this character

Pues quiero darle un putazos muchas veces, o sea lo quiero en verdad lo quiero pero esta bien idiota, se deja por el peligro, no piensa claramente, APARTE SIGO MOLESTA PORQUE NO VIO A ALINA HASTA QUE ALINA YA ERA PODEROSA, Y EL NUNCA LA ACEPTO COMO TAL, SOLO QUERÍA A SU HUERFANA DE VUELTA. Pero ya fuera de eso, es un gran personaje y admiro mucho como fue capaz de sacrificar todo por su mejor amiga.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Alina a bit, porque pues si son bonitos cuando MAL NO ANDA DE CELOS y NO SE PONE DE INSPORTABLE. Pero también con Zoya because esos dos se merecían a ellos mismos.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

ALINA AGAIN. Porque su amistad era lo mas bonito. TOYLA Y TAMAR, LIKE BEST TRIO EVER DEJEN QUE MATEN A TODOS JUNTOS. NIKOLAI, like en un mundo donde Mal no quiere estar con Alina ellos hubieran sido BEST PALS.

My unpopular opinion about this character

ESTA BIEN MENSO MIJO. okno ni siquiera se si eso es impopular, but well. ALSO QUE DEBIÓ QUEDARSE MUERTO Y DEJAR QUE NIKOLINA FUERA ENDGAME.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Su sacrificio was iconic, es like uno de los mejores momentos de Malyen. Que hubiera conservado su habilidad aun después del sacrificio. QUE NIKOLAI LE METIERA UN PUTAZO sin duda eso hubiera sido épico.

GENYA SAFIN aka THE TAILOR aka Razrusha’ya aka BEBITA PRECIOSA

How I feel about this character

LA QUIERO MUCHO! Me dolio la vida cuando traiciona a Alina, pero luego tuvo su redención, yo solo quería protegerla de todos y todo, quería asesinar al rey y la reina por lo que le hacían, quise matar a Sombritas por lo que le hizo, quería golpear a David por no darse cuenta de sus sentimientos. GENYA DESERVED BETTER OK. ES UNA CHICA INTELIGENTE, ES MUCHO MAS QUE SU BELLA CARITA. Y UF SU FRASE DE “Na razrusha'ya. I am not ruined. E'ya razrushost. I am ruination UFF EL MOMENTO MAS ICONICO DE GENYA.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

DAVID AND DAVID AND DAVID AND DAVID. ¿se puede con alguien más? creo que no.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Alina, Zoya, Tamar, Nadia, Fedyor, Ivan, NIKO. Genya y sus amistades son lo mas bello.

My unpopular opinion about this character

PORQUE DEMONIOS TRAICONASTE A ALINA. Okno si entiendo el porqué she was protecting herself PERO AUN ASÍ QUISE DARLE UN PUTAZO.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

El momento en que enfrenta al rey, uff lo mejor. QUE FUERA FELIZ POR MUCHOS AÑOS CON DAVID. Also un putazo al darkling por lo que le hizo no hubiera estado mal, ah y un putazo a Sergei por idiota y lo que le hace.

DAVID KOSTYK aka EL ALMA MAS PURA DE RAVKA aka THE BEST DURAST aka SI LO TOCAN LOS MADREO ES MI BEBITO.

How I feel about this character

LO AMO MUCHO. HE IS THE SHY KID, BUT HE DESERVED EVERYTHING, es el alma mas pura de Ravka, es uno de los mas inteligentes, es todo lo bueno en este mundo. Yo solo quiero su felicidad y que estuviera muchos años con Genya.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Genya and Genya and Genya and Genya and Genya. ¿again existe alguien más para él?

My non-romantic OTP for this character

NIKOLAI! Pls los dos haciendo planes y construyendo me dio vida. Harshaw y Oncat porque también vida eterna. Alina i mean cute friendship.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I mean quería golpearlo por no decirle a Genya que la amaba pero en el momento que se lo dice ICONIC. ALSO WHY LEIGH WHY HE DIDNT DESERVED THAT.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

La escena de cuando avienta el libro con cualquier personaje es algo que necesitaba en los libros. QUE FUERA FELIZ ESO ES LO MAS IMPORTANTE. Y me hubiera encantado ver una amistad de él y Jesper.

#dannie y sus biblias #esto parecía una ted talk pero bueno #oigan lo bueno es que quiero a Mal verdad?#gracias por mandar hermosa #itstimetoroll #♪heaven and hell knows i will always be by your side |hawks hermosa

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radiounidadsai · 4 years ago

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MENSAJE SAI DEL DÍA MARTES 11 DE MAYO DE 2021.

OM Sri Sai Ram

¿Cuál es el barómetro de una persona verdaderamente educada? Bhagawan ofrece hoy valiosos consejos a los estudiantes.

La educación consiste en cultivar las siguientes seis cualidades: "Buenos pensamientos, buenas acciones, apego a la verdad, devoción, disciplina y cumplimiento de los deberes". Cuando hayan adquirido la amistad de estas seis virtudes, vuestra vida se volverá útil y satisfactoria. ¡Estudiantes! Concéntrense en los estudios desde el comienzo del año académico y desarrollen disciplina y hábitos adecuados para que puedan aprovechar al máximo las oportunidades. Los profesores no deben considerar que están enseñando por el bien de los emolumentos y los estudiantes no deben considerar sus estudios como esencialmente para conseguir un trabajo. La educación debe desarrollar la autosuficiencia en Uds. y prepararse para todos los desafíos de la vida. Con fe en Dios, deben llevar una vida recta y convertirse en verdaderos ciudadanos de Bharat. La disciplina y las normas que observen ahora les serán de gran utilidad durante toda su vida. Prepárense para servir a la sociedad y así propiciar a Dios, cuya gracia es la mayor bendición de todas las ganancias del mundo.

- Divino Discurso, 16 de junio de 1983. Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba.

OM Sri Sai Ram

What is the barometer of a truly educated person? Bhagawan gives valuable advice to students today.

Education consists of cultivating the following six qualities: "Good thoughts, good actions, adherence to truth, devotion, discipline and discharge of one's duties." When you have acquired the friendship of these six virtues, your life will become purposeful and satisfying. Students! Concentrate on studies from the beginning of the academic year and develop discipline and right habits so that you may make the best use of opportunities. Teachers should not consider that they are teaching for the sake of emoluments and students should not consider their studies as primarily for the purpose of getting a job. Education must develop self-reliance in you and prepare you for all the challenges of life. With faith in God, you must lead a righteous life and become true citizens of Bharat. The discipline and regulations you observe now will stand you in good stead all your life. Prepare yourselves to serve society and thereby propitiate God, whose grace is a greater benediction than all the gains from the world.

- Divine Discourse, Jun 16, 1983. Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba.

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lifements-blog · 7 years ago

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Reto de Lectura Rory Gilmore

Sé que llego tarde a este reto de lectura pero nunca me había animado a tomarlo, lo descubrí hace años no recuerdo donde y ahora que me topé con el de nuevo en BlackWhite Read Books y queria intentarlo.

Gilmore Girls fue una gran parte de mi adolescencia vi todos los capítulos más de una vez y me identificaba con Rory, su amor por la lectura y su vida cotidiana, es una serie que siempre vivirá en mi corazón y es más que una serie para mí, me enseño muchas cosas y me ayudo con muchas más.

El reto de lectura consiste en leer todos los libros que Rory leyó a lo largo de la serie, los cuales son muchos, entre ellos existen muchos clásicos como Alicia en el País de las Maravillas y El Diario de Anna Frank, la mayoría de libros en esta lista no están siquiera en mi lista TBR la cual es otra de las razones por las que quiero intentarlo, la lista consiste de 339 libros por lo que no me pondré propósitos irreales como leerlos todos durante este año (2016), en dos años o en cinco, simplemente me propondré terminar esta lista algún día y divertirme con ella.

Marcare mi progreso en este post y quizá haga una reseña de ellos, los mencione en mis libros del mes o en GoodReads pero primordialmente será aquí.

Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Inferno by Dante

The Divine Comedy by Dante

1984 by George Orwell

A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays by Mary McCarthy

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

A Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare

A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers

A Monetary History of the United States by Milton Friedman

A Month Of Sundays: Searching For The Spirit And My Sister by Julie Mars

A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway

A Passage to India by E.M. Forster

A Quiet Storm by Rachel Howzell Hall

A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf

A Room with a View by E. M. Forster

A Separate Peace by John Knowles

A Streetcar Named Desiree by Tennessee Williams

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

Adventures of Huckleberry by Mark Twain

An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser

Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

Atonement by Ian McEwan

Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy

Babe by Dick King-Smith

Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women by Susan Faludi

Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie

Bel Canto by Ann Patchett

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Beowulf: A New Verse Translation by Seamus Heaney

Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women by Elizabeth Wurtzel

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

Brick Lane by Monica Ali

Bridgadoon by Alan Jay Lerner

Candide by Voltaire

Carrie by Stephen King

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White

Christine by Stephen King

Complete Novels by Dawn Powell

Complete Stories by Dorothy Parker

Cousin Bette by Honore de Balzac

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky

Cujo by Stephen King

Daughter of Fortune by Isabel Allende

David and Lisa by Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol

Demons by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller

Deenie by Judy Blume

Don Quixote by Cervantes

Driving Miss Daisy by Alfred Uhrv

Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems by Edgar Allan Poe

Eleanor Roosevelt by Blanche Wiesen Cook

Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters by Mark Dunn

Eloise by Kay Thompson

Emily the Strange by Roger Reger

Emma by Jane Austen

Empire Falls by Richard Russo

Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective by Donald J. Sobol

Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton

Ethics by Spinoza

Europe through the Back Door, 2003 by Rick Steves

Eva Luna by Isabel Allende

Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer

Extravagance by Gary Krist

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Fahrenheit 9/11 by Michael Moore

Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World by Greg Critser

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson

Fiddler on the Roof by Joseph Stein

Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce

Fletch by Gregory McDonald

Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Franny and Zooey by J. D. Salinger

Freaky Friday by Mary Rodgers

Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut

Gender Trouble by Judith Butler

George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President by Jacob Weisberg

Gidget by Fredrick Kohner

Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen

Goldilocks and the Three Bears by Alvin Granowsky

Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt Gentry

Henry IV, part I by William Shakespeare

Henry IV, part II by William Shakespeare

Henry V by William Shakespeare

High Fidelity by Nick Hornby

Holidays on Ice: Stories by David Sedaris

House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus III

How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer

How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss

How the Light Gets In by M. J. Hyland

Howl by Allen Ginsberg

I’m With the Band by Pamela des Barres

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

Inherit the Wind by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee

Iron Weed by William J. Kennedy

It Takes a Village by Hillary Rodham Clinton

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare

Just a Couple of Days by Tony Vigorito

Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly by Anthony Bourdain

Lady Chatterleys’ Lover by D. H. Lawrence

Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis

Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken

Life of Pi by Yann Martel

Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Living History by Hillary Rodham Clinton

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

Macbeth by William Shakespeare

Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

Marathon Man by William Goldman

Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter by Simone de Beauvoir

Memoirs of General W. T. Sherman by William Tecumseh Sherman

Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris

Mencken’s Chrestomathy by H. R. Mencken

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

Moby Dick by Herman Melville

Moliere: A Biography by Hobart Chatfield Taylor

Monsieur Proust by Celeste Albaret

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

Mutiny on the Bounty by Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall

My Lai 4: A Report on the Massacre and It’s Aftermath by Seymour M. Hersh

My Life as Author and Editor by H. R. Mencken

My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru by Tim Guest

Myra Waldo’s Travel and Motoring Guide to Europe, 1978 by Myra Waldo

My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult

Nervous System: Or, Losing My Mind in Literature by Jan Lars Jensen

New Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson

Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich

Night by Elie Wiesel

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

Novels 1930-1942: Dance Night/Come Back to Sorrento, Turn, Magic Wheel/Angels on Toast/A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell

Notes of a Dirty Old Man by Charles Bukowski

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

Old School by Tobias Wolff

On the Road by Jack Kerouac

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Oracle Night by Paul Auster

Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood

Othello by Shakespeare

Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

Out of Africa by Isac Dineson

Peyton Place by Grace Metalious

Pigs at the Trough by Arianna Huffington

Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi

Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Property by Valerie Martin

Pushkin: A Biography by T. J. Binyon

Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw

Quattrocento by James Mckean

Rapunzel by Grimm Brothers

Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin

Rescuing Patty Hearst: Memories From a Decade Gone Mad by Virginia Holman

R Is for Ricochet by Sue Grafton

Rita Hayworth by Stephen King

Robert’s Rules of Order by Henry Robert

Roman Holiday by Edith Wharton

Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin

Sacred Time by Ursula Hegi

Sanctuary by William Faulkner

Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford

Say Goodbye to Daisy Miller by Henry James

Seabiscuit: An American Legend by Laura Hillenbrand

Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette by Judith Thurman

Selected Hotels of Europe

Selected Letters of Dawn Powell: 1913-1965 by Dawn Powell

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

Several Biographies of Winston Churchill

Sexus by Henry Miller

Shane by Jack Shaefer

Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse

S Is for Silence by Sue Grafton

Slaughter-house Five by Kurt Vonnegut

Small Island by Andrea Levy

Snows of Kilimanjaro by Ernest Hemingway

Snow White and Rose Red by Grimm Brothers

Social Origins of Dictatorship and Democracy: Lord and Peasant in the Making of the Modern World by Barrington Moore

Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos by Julia de Burgos

Songbook by Nick Hornby

Sonnets from the Portuegese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sophie’s Choice by William Styron

Speak, Memory by Vladimir Nabokov

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The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 by Gore Vidal

The Legend of Bagger Vance by Steven Pressfield

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The Lottery: And Other Stories by Shirley Jackson

The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold

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The Manticore by Robertson Davies

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

The Meaning of Consuelo by Judith Ortiz Cofer

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The Miracle Worker by William Gibson

The Mojo Collection: The Ultimate Music Companion by Jim Irvin

The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer

The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco

The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri

The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin

The New Way Things Work by David Macaulay

The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism by William E. Cain, Laurie A. Finke, Barbara E. Johnson, John P. McGowan

The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life by Amy Tan

The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan

The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton

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The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby

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The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham

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The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien

The Rough Guide to Europe, 2003 Edition

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The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd

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The Shining by Stephen King

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The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

The Tragedy of Richard III by William Shakespeare

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dealingwithmyotherself · 5 years ago

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Hoy un recordatorio de una red social me trajo a mí y mi true friendship esa reunión de hace tres años de vuelta. Hoy elegimos un escrito para enviar al mundial, hoy todos halagaron un escrito mío en particular en el Meet. Hoy no puedo creer como se ha desarrollado mi método curador en pasión hacia algo más. La vida cambia Wilson. Hoy mi gran amiga Caro me dedicó unas palabras bellas que quiero dejar por acá por si todo me falla y tenga que reiniciar de nuevo.

Me gusta el hoy y también me quedo con las palabras de Gabriel: "Tiene ese vividez como esa chispa, esa electricidad. Como si eso me estuviese pasando ahora mismo."

Vuelvo a confirmar que escribir de madrugada -y bajo presión- es mi thing.

#cuysdepelea #bbcitos

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vargasni · 7 years ago

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Back to oils!

A few days ago the second volume of Mistborn "The well of ascension" edition Leather-bound went on sale.Hard with gold letters, with exclusive fan art galleries for this edition.

Hace unos días salió a la venta el segundo tomo de Mistborn “The well of ascension” edición Leather-bound. Un tapa dura forrado en cuero y dorado, con galerías de fan art exclusivo del libro.

I don't know for how long you follow me, but here's a bit of history.Last year, when I came across the books of Brandon Sanderson, I had a few months that every free minute I had was dedicated to drawing pictures of their stories.It is nowadays, one of my favorite writers, and almost everything he writes, I try to devour almost immediately. His writing style and the ideas he shapes are the kind of stories that I enjoy the most, and that one day I would love to transmit with mine. Last inktober I made around 30 drawings based only on his work. And when he was here in Barcelona, I was able to give him one of those drawings. In May I was contacted by the art director of Dragonsteel production (Brandon's company) and illustrator of much of the graphic material that appears in the books, to discuss the possibility of licensing some of these drawings for use in the art gallery of the editions for collectors.

No sé por cuanto tiempo me seguís la mayoría, pero aquí va un poco de historia. El año pasado, cuando me encontré con los libros de Brandon Sanderson, tuve unos meses que cada minuto libre que tenía lo dedicaba a hacer dibujos de sus historias. Es hoy en día, uno de mis escritores preferidos, y casi todo lo que escribe, lo intento devorar casi inmediatamente. Su estilo de escritura y las ideas que plasma es el tipo de historias que mas disfruto, y que algún día me encantaría lograr trasmitir con las mías. El inktober pasado hice alrededor de 30 dibujos solamente basados en su obra. Y cuando estuvo por aquí por Barcelona, pude regalarle uno de esos dibujos. En el mes de mayo me contactó el art director de Dragonsteel production (Brandon’s company) e ilustrador de gran parte del material gráfico que aparecen en los libros, para hablar de la posibilidad de licenciar algunos de esos dibujos para usarlos en la galería de arte de las ediciones de coleccionistas que producen de sus libros.

Ya la simple idea de que mi trabajo apareciera en un de sus libros me dejaba sin palabras, así que imaginen mi reacción cuando la plática evolucionó de licenciar a comisionar una pieza nueva para el tomo 2 de Mistborn… Llevaba tiempo intentando dedicarle un espacio para pintar algo relacionado a estos magníficos libros que tantos buenos momentos me han dejado. Pero el trabajo en esos meses era bastante constante en no dejarme ningún segundo libre. Así que una comisión para hacerlo era un sueño hecho realidad. Me puse de inmediato a la tarea. Y empecé a trabajar en los bocetos. En el segundo libro de Mistborn, hay muchas escenas brutales que quería ilustrar, pero solo tenía espacio para una ilustración, y teniendo en cuenta que muchos otros artistas también se ven atraídos por estas historias, es muy probable que las primeras ideas ya estuvieran flotando por Internet. No por ser lo mas original del mundo, sino por la forma en que me cautivó, me quise enfocar sobre todo en los lazos que se crean entre Vin y el Kandra “OreSeur”, que toma la forma de un perro negro enorme. La relación de estos dos no empieza muy bien en el libro, pero poco a poco va tomando un rumbo de profunda amistad y respeto por ambas partes.

Por cierto, perdón por la baja calidad de las fotos del proceso, fueron hechas con el móvil sin prestar mucha atención. Algunas tienen una distorsión muy marcada o colores muy alejados de la realidad. El que mas se acerca es la ultima foto del post.

Already, the simple idea that my work would apear in one of his books left me speechless, so imagine my reaction when the talk evolved from licensing to commissioning a new piece for Volume 2 of Mistborn ... I had been trying for quite some time to make some fan art related to these magnificent books that so many good moments have left me. But the work at the time was really constant and left me no room for it. So a commision to do so was a dream come true! I immediately started the task, starting to work on the sketches. In Mistborn's second book, there are many brutal scenes I wanted to illustrate, but I only had space for an illustration, and taking into account that many other artists are also attracted by these stories, it is very likely that the first ideas are already floating around the Internet.Not for being the most original of the world, but for the way I was captivated, I wanted to focus especially on the bonds that are created between Vin and the Kandra "OreSeur", which takes the form of a huge black dog. The relationship of these two does not start very well in the book, but little by little it takes a course of deep friendship and respect on both sides.

By the way, sorry for the low quality of the photos of the process, were made with the phone without paying much attention. Some have a very marked distortion or colors very far from reality. The one that comes closest is the last photo of the post.

My second goal with this job was to continue working with oil paintings. I already had some piece for Magic by the date in that technique (still to come out) and I wanted to continue experimenting with the medium. With this piece I tried the indirect painting method. Certainly more laborious than the others, but the result (and seeing it with eyes now) was completely worth it. I started doing a pencil drawing, to define the design, general values and details well. I do not usually make them as detailed normally, but with this piece I wanted to have control over the details, and not try to design with the painting as in digital, obviously because of the nature of the medium that would come later.

Mi segunda meta con este trabajo, seguir trabajando con óleos. Ya llevaba alguna pieza de Magic por la fecha en esa técnica (aún por salir) y quería seguir experimentando con el medio. Con esta pieza intenté el método de pintura indirecta. Ciertamente mas trabajoso que los demás, pero el resultado (y viéndolo con ojos de ahora) valió completamente la pena. Empecé haciendo un dibujo a lapiz, para definir bien el diseño, valores generales y detalles. No suelo hacerlos tan detallados normalmente, pero con esta pieza quería tener control sobre los detalles, y no intentar diseñar con la pintura como en digital, obviamente por la naturaleza del medio que vendría luego.

Indirect painting is worked by layers, the first dedicated to the values and then little by little building the colors on top. The luminosity achieved by this technique is unrivaled with other more direct methods. A pity that the photos can't transmit this feeling through , but if you have been in front of some oil painting of the last century you will know the effect that I speak. That light that radiates from the surface, especially the skins. These are some of the captures I was taking of the process. First, by moving the most prominent lines of the drawing to the MDF panel and then the first layer of paint.

La pintura indirecta se trabaja por capas, las primeras dedicadas a los valores y luego poco a poco construyendo los colores encima. La luminosidad que logra esta técnica no tiene rival con otros métodos mas directos. Una pena que no se pueda trasmitir esta sensación a través de fotos, pero si han estado delante de alguna pintura al oleo del siglo pasado sabrán del efecto que hablo. Esa luz que irradia de la superficie, especialmente de las pieles. Estas son algunas de las capturas que fui tomando del proceso. Primero traspansando las lineas mas prominentes del dibujo al panel MDF y a continuación la primera capa de pintura.

Aunque la peor parte de este proceso es la espera, en este caso no me fue tan mal. No soy fan de los secativos y no quería usar en esta pintura, no había mucha prisa y por trabajo, recuerdo que tenía dos pinturas mas para Magic. Luego viene la segunda capa de valores y al secar empezar a introducir algunos colores.

Although the worst part of this process is waiting, in this case it wasn't so bad. I am not a fan of the secatives and I didn't want to use in this painting, there wasn't much of a hurry and as far as work, I remember that I had two more paintings for Magic. Luego viene la segunda capa de valores y al secar, empezar a introducir algunos colores.

As you can see, the dog was the one that suffered the most changes during the whole journey. But the result is quite close to that of pencil drawing. From here I did not have many problems, I just followed the plan I had from the beginning. I had the Ipad right next to me to go looking at the references while I was doing and compare the color in real time

Como pueden ver, el perro fue el que mas cambios sufrio durante todo el trayecto. Pero el resultado se acerca bastante al del dibujo a lapiz. A partir de aquí no tuve muchos problemas, solo seguir el plan que tenia desde un principio. Tenía el Ipad justo al lado mío para ir mirando las referencias mientras iba haciendo y comparar el color a tiempo real.

Here is the final painting.I had the chance to frame the painting with this awesome design, can't be more happy about it! Also the pencil drawing. Both for sale in my store in case there is someone interested.

Así quedó la pintura. Tuve la ocasión de enmarcarla y no puedo estar mas contento con la elección del marco, al igual que el dibujo a lápiz. Ambos en venta en mi tienda por si hay alguien interesado.

As always thank you for reading all my ramblings and see you in the next one!

¡Gracias por echarle un ojo a la entrada y hasta la proxima!

#mistborn #art #painting #oil painting #art for sale #illustration #well of ascension #Brandon Sanderson #fan art #fantasy art #fantasyauthor #fantasy #fantasy illustrator #fantasy characters #painting process #book art

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