#machada

[cantoghalpon]

Cada un como sexa

[keltoncf]

QUANDO TUDO TERRA ERA

(When everything was earth) 2022/23

In QUANDO TUDO TERRA ERA (When everything was earth), Kelton transports us to an ancestral time where the connection between humans and the earth is deep and intrinsic. The exhibition invites the audience to reflect on our origins and ancestral connection with the earth, emphasizing the central role of clay as a fundamental element in constructing our lives. Inspired by the Yoruba myth that tells the creation of human beings from the earth, Kelton presents a selection of paintings that seek to reorient our way of being in the world, stimulating our primary senses of the experience of living. Through the Yoruba creationist perspective based on Odú and Olodumare — Destiny and the Creator. A notable aspect of this exhibition is the careful use of clay as an alchemical element. Kelton collects different types of raw clay from various regions of Brazil, creating pigments and textures that evoke the territories and landscapes of rivers. This artistic choice provides a profound sensory experience, establishing harmony with the sacred and conveying a continuous rhythm of movement. Visitors will have the opportunity to engage with artworks that transmit materiality and symbolism, expressing the intimate connection between humanity and the earth. Kelton Campos Fausto challenges established concepts and explores the relationship between temporality and acceleration, questioning the centrality of Western time. Their line graphics invite us to explore spiraling time and discover new perspectives and possibilities in understanding life.

Laryssa Machada / PIC

[tinnchan]

Laws of Attraction (2023) - Episode 1 Tinn & Tonkhao

[ann3xia]

A mi me da algo comiendo aceitunas de jalapeños, sí.

[noticiasdecolnizamt]

'Gente gritando e só os pais podem entrar', diz corretor que trabalha em frente a creche atacada

Criminoso teria invadido a unidade de ensino por meio do muro e atacou as vítimas na cabeça. Ao menos 4 crianças morreram “O clima aqui está muito pesado. Tem gente desesperada, gritando, e a polícia só está deixando entrar os pais”, revelou o corretor João Curtin, que trabalha em frente a creche atacada por homem com marreta, na cidade de Blumenau, em Santa Catarina. De acordo com informações…

[la-cafeina-de-tus-ojos]

Agua

que no quitas

la sed

y que dejas

la ruina,

caes

como un ejército

hambriento

de muerte

devorando sueños

y recuerdos,

arrasando

con tu lengua

sucia

los paisajes,

esparciendo

miedos

en los ojos

que te miran,

a tu paso,

sale de cada alma

el mal,

el cobarde

o el ángel

que reparte

la esperanza

entre lágrimas

machadas

de barro,

si,

lluvia alocada

que borras los colores

y obligas al pintor

a empezar

un nuevo lienzo

con sus manos

agotadas.

[weclassybouquetfun]

Awards season is inching to a close with the last gasp of screenings coming up the week of January 8th. My favourite movie of the year is SALTBURN and Amazon-MGM is holding three screenings of it on the same day to end its FYC run. The same night Disney finally remembers THE CREATOR exists and is having a screening/Q&A with its director Gareth Edwards.

Notable award season dates:

Jan. 6th-7th: The Creative Arts Emmys. This is the portion of the Emmys that awards the winners of the Outstanding Guest Star category. TED LASSO has four in this category: Three who have all been previously nominated for their roles on the show: Harriet Walter, Sarah Niles and Sam Richardson; and newbie Becky Ann Baker as Dottie Lasso.

If James Lance wasn't promoted to regular, surely he would have received and likely won a S3 nomination in this category.

James and his hair situation with his fellow voice-over artists for the BBC Radio 4 show "We Forced a Bot to Write This Show".

Jan. 7th: The Golden Globes

Prayer circles for Barry Keoghan and Rosamund Pike for their work in SALTBURN and TED LASSO, Jason Sudeikis and Hannah Waddingham.

Wed. Jan. 10: The SAG-AFTRA awards nominations

Sun. Jan 14th: The Critics Choice Awards . Hate that there was no love for TED LASSO and that SALTBURN actors and the script was ignored (but at least the artisans were recognized).

They were robbed!

Really pulling for Da'Vine Joy Randolph of THE HOLDOVERS, Charles Melton of MAY DECEMBER and for Young Actor/Actress, Milo Machada Graner for ANATOMY OF THE FALL.

If Milo wasn't this category, I would be rooting for THE HOLDOVERS' Dominic Sessa who is in the same category. Though, Sessa will very likely win.

Mon. Jan 15th: The Primetime Emmys. We have nods for Jason Sudeikis, Hannah Waddingham, Juno Temple, Brett Goldstein, Phil Dunster, nods for outstanding writing, directing, editing,production design, VFX, hairstyling, original music & lyrics and series. I am just hoping for some wins.

Thurs. Jan. 18th: The BAFTA Film Awards nominations.

Tues. Jan 23rd: The Academy Awards nominations

During this time Sundance Film Festival will be live (Jan 18th-28th) ,there we will likely get a couple of presumptive nominees for 2024-2025 film awards season.

Tues. Jan. 23: Academy Awards nominations. I'm a broken record. I'm all in on SALTBURN, especially hoping for nominations for Barry Keoghan and Rosamund Pike.; and one for Best Film. But as I was all in on BABYLON last year and it got goose eggs, no film should want me as a fan.

I'm hoping for JA Bayona's SOCIETY OF THE SNOW gets a nom and win for Best International.

And as France didn't submit ANATOMY OF A FALL (I assume there's too much English spoken for it to qualify), I hope it gets the same love last year's ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT received and it's put up for Best Picture.

Sun. Feb. 18: BAFTA Awards.

Sat. Feb. 24: Screen Actors Guild Awards

Sun. Feb. 25: Spirit AwardsSun. Mar. 10: Academy Awards

Then we pause until late April and Emmy season kicks right up again and we continue the dance.

[flash56-chase05]

Apenas era capaz de sentir sus piernas. 

La única constancia de que seguían en movimiento era el ardor que cada paso le provocaba en el vientre, con la presión añadida de su brazo. 

Y prefería pensar que el chasquido que escuchaba constantemente provenía de su rodilla. 

No se sentía capaz siquiera de agachar su rostro para comprobarlo; su manga machada de rojo o lo que se fuese a encontrar no merecerían las nauseas. Además, su visión estaba invadida por multitud de manchas de colores. 

No podía hacer más que seguir adelante. 

¿Hacia qué? 

Su mente no era capaz de formular respuesta alguna. 

Pero era lo que le había enseñado su padre. Continuar, en busca de la salida. No importaba que no la conociese. O que en la situación ni siquiera existiese una. Porque no siempre podría depender de él; no siempre lo libraría del peso de sus problemas. 

—Porque confío en que podrás hacerlo por ti mismo —murmullaba su voz, en su cabeza—. En que me llenarás de orgullo, mi pequeño soldado. 

Y él quería hacerlo. Sin embargo, necesitó contener un pequeño sollozo en su ya árida garganta.

¿Acaso no iba a venir a buscarlo? Sus párpados se hacían cada vez más pesados, al igual que su cabeza. La combinación de manchurrones verdes, marrones y blancos que conformaba sus alrededores no se le antojaba conocida. 

No sabía cómo volver. 

¿No sería aquella una de las ocasiones en las que acudiría? ¿En las que entendería la gravedad de la situación, y no le recibiría con un chasquido de lengua y sus ojos ensombrecidos al verlo en el suelo? ¿En la que le pondría la mano en sus cabellos, le recogería entre sus brazos y le felicitaría por su aguante, diciéndole que no había manera en la que pudiese salir de allí por sí mismo? 

Apretó los dientes. 

(Por supuesto que no vendría a buscarlo; llevaba muerto más de un milenio. Conocía esa zona, y se dirigía hacia el valle de la montaña. Debía continuar, en dirección contraria a los disparos, para evitar ser capturado. De nuevo). 

¿O es que acaso ya había acabado con su paciencia? 

Su rostro contra el suelo interrumpió el curso de sus pensamientos. 

Un alarido escapó de entre sus labios cuando su vientre contactó con la superficie. Sus brazos y piernas permanecieron rígidos durante varios segundos, en el que le pareció que el cielo y el terreno intercambiaban posiciones sucesivas veces. 

Apenas pudo detectar el momento en el que volvieron a su orden natural y comenzó a arrastrarse, más allá del ardor intermitente en su costado. 

No fue capaz de localizar la fuente de los sollozos que resonaban en sus alrededores. 

[ladespeinada]

justina machada is INCREDIBLE in “the horror of dolores roach” thus far omg

[bollingpoems]

Me vejo caindo,

Um anjo caído,

Meus cabelos antes pretos,

Como os outros,

Agora eram vermelhos fogo,

A cor do pecado.

Me vejo ferida,

Em uma terra estranha,

Sem o brilho do paraíso,

Sinto dor,

Sinto medo,

Sinto algo.

Minha pele pálida e macia,

Agora eram machadas pela sujeira do meu ser,

Meus pés estavam sujos de algo,

Meus olhos antes inocentes e brilhantes,

Agora enxergam maldade,

A maldade do homem,

A maldade de Eva.

Me tornei um anjo caído,

Uma humana,

Tenho pensamentos,

Vejo pessoas me rodarem me analisando,

Expulsa por amar,

Por me revoltar,

Por sentir demais.

Me expulsaram do paraíso para viver a dor do desconhecido,

Do desconforto,

Do tão falado amor,

Mas veio o ódio,

O rancor da vingança.

Vago pelo mundo,

Pelas ruas a séculos,

Vivendo a pura luxúria de amar,

Vivendo a vingança do revoltante,

Vivendo o ódio no olhar do inserto.

Vivendo o ódio pela morte,

A morte de um ente querido,

Vivendo por viver,

A paixão me fez cair,

O amor me fez morrer.

Pode sentir minha pele,

Pode sentir minhas lágrimas,

O calor do meu olhar,

Que busca algo ou alguém,

Mas se assim me tocar,

Sentirá o vazio,

Sentirá a frieza da minha pele,

Do tão falado amor,

Carrego ódio, carrego a morte no meu peito,

Uma bomba relógio preste a explodir

"ATENÇÃO, ATENÇÃO

Não se aproximem de mim,

Por favor os imploro,

Parem de se apaixonar,

E se declarem com fervor,

Sou uma pecadora,

Sou impiedosa,

Sou errônea,

Não sou digna de nada"

Meu peito me maltrata,

Por não conseguir amar mais,

Meus olhos cansados e marejados me perturbam por anos,

Quero arrancar do meu peito tu,

De olhos pretos,

Vazios e solitários,

De pele negra como a noite mais linda,

Que transmite o pecado,

E eu como uma pura humana,

Decidi me aventurar na curva do seu sorriso,

Que agora mas me parece uma emboscada bem ardilosa,

O que me fez pecadora como tu,

Que me tirou a inocência da infância,

Do amor.

Que agora finalmente arranjou outra alma para corromper,

Sinceramente quero que não a queime,

Como queimou suas mãos em mim,

Suas marcas me perseguem.

Te odeio,

E só isso basta para me fazer vagar por esse mundo imundo,

Por toda eternidade do meu ser.

[iseetheworldinmetaphor]

“Many things only remain alive because they aren't revealed.” —Laryssa Machada

[carloskaplan]

Cabezal da machada cerimonial da raíña Ahotep, nai do faraón Amosis I (XVIII dinastía do Imperio Novo)

[lvboy]

Primeira vez que realizei meu sonho, e ele durou pouco. Consegui me mudar pela primeira vez na vida, um sonho que eu tinha desde meus 15 anos, ou seja, 15 anos de esperaaaaaaa e o que resultou? Numa péssima aposta.

Eu nem iria me mudar logo de cara, sem antes receber, mas quando vi uma oportunidade de uma casa perto a da minha mae, do meu ponto de onibus, no centro do vilar, barata, internet barata, luz fixa onde eu poderia colocar minha estufa, comprar minhas coisinhas pq me sobraria um bom dinheiro, masssss....... fui na cara e coragem, sem geladeira, nem fogão, só com um sonho.

os problemas começaram a aparecer: já começou com o locador com uma cara de malandrinho noiado filhote de miliciano, que tem cara de bandido favelado... nojo; depois, o estado da casa, que já começa com o vaso totalmente emporcalhado, sujo, com bosta grudada no mármore, daí se descobre que o vaso não tem fluxo bom, a agua no banheiro é fraca pra caralho, parece agua mijada, vive aparecendo baratas, daí tu vai pra cozinha toda manchada, com a torneira quebrada... o quarto entao... paredes TODA machadas, rabiscadas, sujas de comida, tentativa de limpar que só piorou, fedendo para uma porra, janela quebrada sem trinco, sem vidro na porta, buraco do ar condicionado podre e com parede rachando....... mas daí voce pensa: "nossa, eu posso dar uma bela ajeitada e vai ficar linda de bonita", porém a pessoa vulgo locador que disse que ia fazer tudo isso cade? que ia consertar a torneira da cozinha, que ia trocar a maçaneta, que ia colocar trinco na janela... sumiu, mas vive postando no wpp que ta com a casa reformada, indo pra igreja, gloria a deus e aleluia..

agora vamos pros acontecimentos:

quando vi a casa fui lá ver com minha mae, eu nao iria alugar de cara pq nem tinha começado a trabalhar, mas voce vê uma facilidade gritando na tua cara entao fui lá aproveitar. ERRADO? Creio que nao, porque nao tinha como saber sobre essas coisas antes.

Primeiro que já começou com a historia do PAGUE E ENTRE, chegando lá, paguei, pedi contrato, e ele disse que ficaria caro o contrato, que era melhor deixar assim mesmo e que eu só poderia entrar a partir do dia 1 de setembro.. ué, não era PAGUE E ENTRE? Mas ok, eu tambem nao teria condiçoes de me mudar logo assim de cara, fora que a casa estava naquelas condiçoes. Aceitei.

Na quarta feira, 4 dias antes de me mudar, ele resolve, 23h da noite, me pedir PIX de 50 reais pq 'o papai tava pedindo contrato e ele iria resolver isso pela quinta de manhã', porém eu o questionei e ele desistiu e ainda me mandou uma que "50 reais pra ele nao faria falta"

domingo eu nao me mudei pq ainda tinha que limpar a casa e eu nao tinha desmontado nada, nem me preparado, entao não fui, mas oficialmente já começara a contar o aluguel, entao eu me programei de quarta feira me mudar, como colocar meu pc lá pra começar a estudar etc...

quarta feira, dia 4, ele me liga 8h da manha perguntando se eu poderia, nao era obrigado, claro!, se eu faria esse esforço de nao me mudar agora pq ele estava com obra na casa e pretendia usar minha cozinha e banheiro, pra eu me mudar só dia 15 e que ele "abateria" o valor do aluguel... aham... se ele nao me devolveu nem 50 reais, tu acha que ele abateria metade do valor do aluguel? disse que nao e que me mudaria naquele dia mesmo, que era meu unico dia de folga.

NO MESMO DIA, lá pras tantas da noite, ele me manda mensagem DE NOVO, e tenho certeza que iria vir com uma historinha diferente pra me arrancar mais PIX, porém eu nao respondi

Já no domingo, ou seja, 4 dias depois de tentar me arrancar pix, conseguiu me extorquir, inventando uma historinha de que tava querendo pagar uma promoçao na luz e internet "pros cara" (internet? mas se a internet é a dele, e nao de milicia) que ele ficaria 1 mes sem pagar etc e me pediu 50 reais em pix imediatamente e que me devolveria na manha do dia seguinte, ou seja, pela terceira vezes ele faz isso, porém algo aconteceu nisso aí

minha mãe ficou falando tanto no meu ouvido, colocando um terror psicologico tao absurdo, que a milicia estava na porta da casa dele, que poderia estar com uma ARMA APONTADA NA CABEÇA DELE, que ele poderia envolver meu nome com a milicia e eles quererem me caçar, nossa mas foi tanta nóia que eu acabei fazendo a porra do pix, pq ela quis me colocar numa situaçao de perigo e eu mordi a isca. Mas por um lado foi bom isso pq vc viu como a situação seria dali pra frente: toda semana umas 2 extorsões no minimo pra algum assunto diferente, que ele iria inventar. Afora isso, no dia 7, quando consegui me mudar oficialmente, eu escutei o vizinho do lado conversando sobre estar devendo o aluguel, que o cara era ruim com ele PIOR SEM ELE, que o cara fazia de tudo, ate limpar bosta de gato, entrar em esgoto etc mas que era um pixzinho daqui, um pixzinho dali.... perai, eu sai da minha casa onde estava tudo mt bem obrigado pra ficar sendo extorquido pelo filhote de miliciano, esse vagabundo nojento noiado mau-carater? Absurdo tudo que eu ouvi, alem de ter sido uma noite de terror, com criança se esgoelando parecendo que tavam matando o pai dela, cachorro latindo ininterruptamente...

Nisso eu reparei que ele nao iria parar de me extorquir, que ele iria toda semana ficar me perturbando, ou a qualquer momento ele iria me tirar a paz e estabilidade da qual eu preciso

literalmente foi 1 dia que eu consegui ficar feliz e realizado, por finalmente ter realizado meu sonho nº 1, uma emoçao esquisita, que eu nunca senti, e nem parecia que eu vim de uma looooooonga jornada, mas que durou 1 dia, infelizmente. E nem consegui ficar totalmente feliz pq eu nao consegui isso com meu dinheiro, entao nao me deu uma sensaçao de independencia 100% mas foi uma coisa mt boa, mas que acabou em 24hrs

alem disso tudo, o pai do cara me ligou e piorou a situaçao, que o noiadinho alugou a casa dele sem avisar, ficou com o dinheiro do aluguel e nao repassou pro pai, simplesmente deu um golpe no pai me usando, gente pelamorrrrrrrrrrr e eu ainda contei que fui extorquido e o pai dele dizendo 'pra nao dar mais dinheiro', porem quando reclamei que estava sem internet ele disse que o problema da internet e luz já nao era com ele, ou seja, se houver problema na luz e internet, eu fico na mao desse noiado, olha o tamanho do problema, afora que a internet é horrivel de lerda, mas imagina eu ficar sem luz e sem internet e tendo que depender da boa vontade do projeto de miliciano?

Ou seja, eu ficaria nas maos do filho com minha luz e internet, e eu nem conheço o pai, e pra mim todo mundo é ruim por natureza, voz mansa nao me convence, a casa continua suja imunda, ele nao consertou nada, nem pintou, nem NADA, me tirou 50 reais, e no dia seguinte disse que nao tinha dado e que so me pagaria na terça, chegou terça e ele SUMIU, deu gosthing, nem stories mais postava, e eu sei que ele ta lendo pq o dia que a internet sumiu eu reclamei, ele nao visualizou mas a internet voltou, e agora ta postando stories de novo com a casa reformada no luxo etc e depois gloria a deus e aleluia na igreja

resumindo, não dá pra continuar lá, extorsão, gente mau carater, vizinhos chatos que ficam na sua janela falando alto, voce nao pode nem falar alto senao o zotro escuta, casa ta suja, perdi totalmente a vontade de continuar lá.

Primeira experiencia foi de muito aprendizado, eu adorei essa independencia, essa liberdade, de poder ficar pelado, andar pela casa pelado, colocar meus incensos e nao me importar com o cheiro, com a sujeira, mas foi uma experiencia muito free trial, nem geladeira eu tenho, me senti no meu quarto na casa da minha mãe kkkk

agora o que vem pela frente parece ser um pouco diferente: vou ver uma casa na antiga avenida onde eu morava, e essa 'volta ao passado' é esquisita pq eu saí de lá novo, com um enem realizado e uma esperança de um resultado que mudaria minha vida; agora eu volto pra lá adulto, com mais um sonho quase impossível, com um objeto mt bem desenhado e pronto pra dessa vez vencer esse objetivo. Será que meu destino é por lá? Começar minha historia por lá?

Que experiencia doida, mas nao me arrependo, só nao acertei na aposta

[mundodajackyjoy]

Heda

Agatha não estava tão bem quanto parecia, seu corpo tremia, era a primeira vez que ela foi convocada para a guerra se que podemos chamar isso de convocação. Agatha simplesmente não aguento ver sangue escorrer e escolheu o seu lado. Ia matar a Heda possuída, arrancar aquela merda da cabeça dela e injetar em si mesmo.

-Ok- disse Calisto- cade nossos aliados?

-Karlos virá

-Confia muito em Nia

-Eu cresci ao lado de Nia- disse Agatha- tecnicamente

-Nia é rainha do gelo, nun..

Os sons dos cavalos e gritos eram escutados, elas viraram a cabeça e viram Karlos descer do seu cavalo. Agatha e Calisto são Boudalan, e são negras, muito negras. Usam machados em vez de espadas e possuem os melhores escudos de todo o povo. Karlos é o inverso, branco, pálido, corpudo e tipicamente viking. Usa tudo tipo de arma e não está nem ai com nada. Karlos é irmão de Nia.

-Cheguei

-Achamos que não viria- rebateu calisto

-Ela achou- disse futura Heda- eu tinha certeza que viria. Nia quer você morot e essa é a melhor oportunidade

-Que docinho

Agatha entrou no campo não neutro e sorriu, batia no escudo com força e gritava. Ali no canto a Heda apareceu, com sua nova maquiagem e seus novos seguidores, os próprios Sankrus. O sorriso de Heda era nítido, ela iria matare todos sem dó

-Bem- disse Agatha- dá tempo de você se render

-So os tolos se rendem

-Então vai morrer

O gritos começaram e todos partiram para ataque, o exercito da Heda era menor de que Agatha, mas ela não estava neem ai. Era machada e sangue para todo lado, gente caindo morto, gente se levantando como se nada tivesse acontecido. Agatha corria encontro de Heda que se escondia como uma covarde

-Dizem ainda que melhor guerreiro, me poupe

-Estou aqui

Ela pulou em cima da futura Heda mas não conseguio nada. O escudo era forte e protegia, enquanto ela lutava contra escudo, Agatha mirava o pé da Heda com machocado e com único movimento não acertou o pé mas fez estrago na barriga suficiente para ela recuar. Agatha sabia que escudo era pesado e sabia que aquele corte ia causar estragos, então com uma bela guerreira começou atacar Heda que não sabia se se defendia ou se caia. Os ataques de Agatha eram ferozes, enquanto Heda tentava se manter de pé. Heda era inteligente e tentou cegar Agatha que não caiu na armadilha, em vez disso Agatha aproveitou a oportunidade e cravou o machado na costa de Heda que gritou. Ela aproveitou e continou o movimento até ve a Heda parar de respirar. Com único movimento a pegou e cortou sua cabeça e logo em seguida retirou aquilo que ia para dentro dela, colocou em uma toalha e se preparou pra sair quando escutou um choro.

Agatha moveu como um foguete ultrapassou todos os caídos e viu o que viu. Um bebe enrolado numa toalha branca perto de uma arvore. Perto do bebe havia dois coites e Agatha espantou. Como mulher ela recolheu o bebe e deu colo e sorriu,m aquela criatura acabará de nascer e e stava com fome. Foi quando ela olhou para trás e viu símbolo da arvore e se tremeu todo

-Seu clã te deixou aqui porque?- virou o bebe de ponta cabeça- você é uma menina perfeita, não é típico do seu clã. A não ser que você seja bastarda, mistura de clãs- ela sorriu- vamos ver seu ...- ela cortou um pouco da pele sensível da bebe e viu sangue negro escorrer. Por um momento pensou em abandono-la mas o grito de Calisto interrompeu os pensamentos

-Que merda é essa?- gritou -to te procurando

-Veja uma bebe

-Deixa ela ai, não queremos briga

-Eu quero cuidar dela

-Você viu símbolo?

-Ela foi deixada para morrer

-Otimo, deixa o destino cuidar dela

-Destino de dois coites

-Que se foda Agatha, você agora é uma Heda

-Eu ainda não sou, mas serei e meu legado será diferente

-O diferente leva a morte

-O conservadorismo também- disse correndo com a menina na mão

Agatha voltou para os guerreiros e viu que muitos fugiram, ela era vitoriosa e agora todos comemorariam. Mas foi Karlos que notou

-Que isso ai?

-Um bebe

-Uma encrenca- corrigiu Calisto

-Não lembro de te ver com barriga

-Eu não estava gravida- sorriu Heda- encontrei ela por ai e agora ela vai comigo

-Sangue negro é seu?- perguntou Karlos

-Meu e dela- disse sorrindo- como uma nigthblood ela tem que ser protegida

-Ela não é so uma nigthblood- disse Calisto- conte tudo

-Ela é do clã extinto

-Eles não deixariam ela assim- sussurrou Karlos

-Não por isso levarei ela comigo, de hoje em diante ela será minha filha

-Ok- disse Karlos- suponhamos que ela viva

-Ela viverá, e quem mata-la morrerá por minhas mãos

-Ok- disse Karlos- devo dizer o que a rainha do gelo?

-Que eu tenho uma filha...e mande lembranças para seu terceiro sobrinhi

-Ou subrinha- disse Karlos- não sabemos ainda

-Que seja. Amarei ver Costia amiga do filho ou filha de Nia

-Costia- disse Calisto- ainda deu este nome?

-Gostaria que eu fizesse o que?

-Tudo bem- disse KARLOS- vamos espalhar a palavra, Heda tem uma filha e ela se chama Costia



Karloss



Calisto



Heda morta



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[melody-howard]

Hans Gunsche 1

Loud claps of thunder could be heard outside. The Zeppelin wasn't exactly sound proof. I was held up under my bed with my laptop, watching the storm roll across the radar at a painfully slow speed. The amazon wasn't the best place to be stationed for an astraphobe. Rain was a daily thing… as was thunder. I spent these times away from the others under my bed. No one seemed to notice my disappearances, thankfully. I clutched my worn out spider plushie and hunkered down for a few hours…

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The tiny Captain on loan from the WL went missing again. I doubt that she had forgotten her rounds… though come to think of it she did go missing every time it rained. From the way that the pilots talked this was a relatively bad storm. Hopefully she wasn't out for a walk during this. I sniffed the air to see if I could find where she had gone to. After all the Major had promised her safety to the others in her unit. I got a faint smell of her in the air, she was often in the mess hall talking with the others, so it was possibly a lingering sent. Her rounds, also had a faint lingering sent. The men on the rout made a path for me, often asking each other where the girl was. I passed them and made my way outside. I few quick sniffs of the air proved useless. It was far too wet to find her out here. I could only hope, for the Major's sake that she was inside safe.

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My lack of understanding Portuguese was biting me in the ass. There were no English captions and the internet page was half translated. Form the bits and pieces that a caught it seemed that the storm was a hurricane that had hit shore a day ago. We were inland enough to not get the damaging effects of the hurricane… but the storm was going to last a day or two. I did not have enough food and water to last that long. Not to mention the bull shit meetings I had to go to once a day. I was defiantly going to miss them. Whelp…

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I traced the halls of the Desus Ex Machada. Her sent was the strongest outside her room, that was to be expected though. I knocked on the door just to check if she was in there. I got no response so I went in. It was decorated in here… much less sparse than my room… 'If I'm going to be living here with you lot, I'd at least like to be comfortable…' I chuckled remembering her response to Dok scolding her for decorating the room with her stuff. She was quite outspoken, a good change from all the others around here. Her room light was on, though from what I've heard it's always on… something about not being able to sleep when it's dark. The small window in here room was covered in black out curtains. I peered through them to see that the window had a x made from tape on it… How weird. The art on her wall was strange… Jan liked them, something about how cool black light posters were, whatever black lights were. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her phone flash. She was here in the Desus Ex Machada somewhere.

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My phone went off and scared the shit out of me. I reached my hand out from under the bed to grab it. Maybe it was a weather alert that I could actually understand… With my luck it was a message from a friend or some stupid game. I quickly snatched it and looked… It was one of the vampires asking how to fix something. I ignored it, I have bigger problems at the moment. I set my phone aside and looked back at the radar.

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I dainty hand shot out from under the bed and grabbed the phone… Why was she under her bed? I bent down to look. She was clutching a large stuffed spider and staring at her laptop. I could see in the reflection of her glasses that it was a storm radar. I got down onto the floor and watched her stare at the screen, her eyes were wide… then the smell hit me, she was scared… that's why she didn't answer me, she was too scared to notice that I had knocked on the door. She would usually tell me to come in with her loud voice. She had enough voice for the both of us. It was always nice to see Dok's face when she would yell at him for something… In fact I think the entire crew of the Desus Ex Machada could hear her. She's quite fearless, if I was her Dok would have ripped my vocal cords out.

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I was so absorbed in watching the storm move at a slow pace across the area that it took me awhile to notice the red eyes staring at me. It was the Captain… We stared at each other, eyes locked before he tilted his head to me in a questioning manor. "W-what?" My voice barely came out, he heard me though. He motioned for me to come out from under the bed. "No…" I thought he was reaching out to grab me, instead he was joining me under the bed. He pointed to my computer screen. "It's the storm…" He shook his head and I pulled up a word document. "You know…" Before I could even finish my sentence he turned my laptop and began typing. I watched as he typed out the sentence; 'Are you scared of storms?' All I could do was nod as a loud clap of thunder happened. I clutched my spider. Captain tapped my arm and pointed to the screen. He had apparently typed something else out while I was having a mini panic attack. 'Why?' I shook my head. "It's a long story…" He shook his head and I sighed.

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The girl sighed. "I grew up in Texas, storms like this were common… I actually survived a tornado. I remember walking down the street looking at the path of destruction that it left… Entire houses were gone, mine included. The only reason I lived was the shelter we had built a year earlier. Most of the people on my street were dead or wounded… buried under rubble." She stopped talking and watched me type; 'That can't happen here.' She scoffed; "Yeah, I know that… I just can't help but be scared that every storm will turn deadly. I never said I had a good fear… After all when Dok asked me if I feared anything I responded with 'the stupidest thing in the world.' He thought it was death or public speaking… but no it's fucking storms." I chuckled, though no sound came out. She looked at me with a little pout of anger. 'Faruline, that's a valid fear.' She shook her head. "Being scared of every storm, having fear run through you every time that the wind blows hard… fearing rain, how is that not stupid." I reached up and patted her head. "Don't do that!" Her hair felt soft, and she was hiding something from the rest of us… another set of ears perched on top of her head. I went back to typing; 'It is valid because it is a natural ingrained fear. Like spiders and snakes. Rain and storms would have killed your ancestors, caused bad hunting and floods.' She stared at what I wrote for a hard minuet before I began to type again. 'Death is normal and unavoidable, so is public speaking. Being scared of those is worthless. Being scared of storms is useful. You are able to find safety and prepare.' I grabbed the jar of peanut butter from her side and showed it to her. She sighed and shook her head. "I guess you're right…" I set the jar down. "…it's a sound fear."

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I watched Captain set my half eaten jar of peanut butter down. He then began to type again; 'Would you like me to stay here with you?' My eyes went wider than they already were. I was shocked, I figure he would just leave and go back to standing by the Major after realizing that I was safe. He cocked his head to me. "I… I would like that." He proceeded to crawl out from under my bed. I followed him after a loud clap of thunder, pushing my laptop and dragging my spider plushie. My laptop was picked up by gloved hands and set aside. I finished crawling out and climbed onto the bed. My plushie was pulled from my arms and set aside with my laptop. Captain easily sat down on my bed, must have been the right height for him. He settled in right next to me and turned the tv on. A large clap of thunder shook the zeppelin. I jumped and latched on to the Captain, who only looked at me for a brief second before going back to find something to watch.

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She was clinging to me… She didn't notice the slight blush that came to my face. I tried to ignore it and looked for an English show to watch. If I had to I could embarrass myself with video games I could. Of the few channels we got only one seemed to be in English. It seemed to be a soap opera… the Major and Dok both enjoyed watching those, so maybe she would too. I watched her face to gage her reaction. "This trash is still on tv? It's been running since the sixties." I glanced back to the show. If it's been running this long then it must be good. She snuggled into my arm, I saw a small blush come to her face… I suppose she's never actually seen me without my coat on. A small smile crossed my lips. Before I knew it she snatched the remote from my hand. "I cannot stand another second of this desperate house wife shit." She proceeded to flip through the stations again; I reached out and grabbed her laptop to type something.

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This was the only English channel? Are you shitting me? Soaps… in English playing in Brazil? Jesus fucking Christ, how were these trashy shows popular. Captain poked my arm. 'That's your only option.' I shook my head and snatched my laptop from him. "Lies!" I jumped out of the bead and hooked my laptop up to the tv. I loaded up Netflix and dipped back under my bed for my mouse. I grabbed it and pulled myself back into the bed. "Sorry I took your only form of communication… wait…"

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She was distracted from the storm now. The only responses that she gave were little involuntary jumps, even to the thunder that her human ears couldn't pick up. I watched as she rummaged through the desk that her tv was placed on. She pulled out a pen and stuck it into her hair. She slammed the drawer shut, making the tv wobble on its stand and yanked open another drawer. She pulled something out and tucked it under her arm. "Here." She tossed it at me. It was a nice note book, it had Vincent Van Gogh's Sunflowers on it. "You can keep that one, I have like three others at home." She climbed her way back into the bed and sat down next to me. "I had a pen…" I reached back and pulled it out of her ponytail. Her head turned to me quickly. "Oh… you wouldn't believe how many pens I loose in my hair." She smiled to me and just me… my cheeks heated up. I don't think she noticed as she turned back to watch something. "Let me know if something interests you, or you'd rather watch something in German." I tilted my head to the side, though she didn't see. She had thought of what I wanted to watch… how unusual. My opinion was never wanted from anyone… until now.

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I flipped through my recommended stuff, nothing seemed to interest me. I was still jumping at the thunder, thou I had calmed down a lot. I was able to think about stuff other than the storm. My tail began to wag. It was stopped by a hand… Shit. I looked to Captain. He was staring at me with his head cocked. I turned red and swallowed hard. I think he's learned my secret. "Long story…" He let go of my tail and reached out for my head. I laid my ears down so he didn't accidentally put a finger into them. He gave me a few scratched behind my left ear and my tail went to wagging again. I pulled away from him after a moment and looked back to him. He had a soft smile on his lips… I was flabbergasted. He actually smiled, I returned it. I turned back to the tv and picked a nature documentary that I hadn't yet watched and settled back down next to Captain. He wrapped an arm around me.

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She had ears and a tail, not that I could see them at the moment. Must have been covering them with magic. I knew she wasn't like me one-hundred percent, I did however know that she wasn't human. From the first time I smelled her back in London. I knew she was abnormally strong; she had to be to be picking fights with vampires… the ears and tail were a shock. She snuggled into me and I tightened my grip on her. She didn't purr, so she wasn't a cat, and her tail wagged as I petted her behind the ears… She was a dog? I must have jumped at the realization cause she looked to me. "You ok?" I opened the book to a blank page, it had sketches in it. Some of me, Dok, Schrodinger and Rip. 'What are you?' She looked to what I wrote. "It's kinda funny. This Russian dude fell in love with me, his sister was in love with him. So to get me out of the picture she turned me in to a dog… more than once. Some of the affects will never wear off." She snapped her fingers. Two brown dog ears appeared on her head and a brown tail on her back. She gave out a bit of a laugh. "So yeah, that's why I'm flinching at thunder I shouldn't be able to hear." I stared at her for a moment. I knew that wasn't the whole story. I had seen her win countless arm wrestling matched against vampires. She snuggled back into me. "I guess the Major left out my other universely origins?" I wasn't surprised by that. Seeing as she smelt human… though now with her magic off she smelt different. Like pine trees and saw dust… with a touch of wet dog. It reminded me of home, back in the Black Forest. I held her the best I could and rested my head onto hers.

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Captain held me tight, it was comforting though. I had completely stopped jumping at the thunder and was focusing on the tv. Something I could have never done with MJ or Daniel staying with me. I felt him place his head on mine. He was so much bigger than me. I felt him take a deep breath threw his nose. He seemed relaxed for once. He always looks so tense. He began to lean on me and wrapped his arms around me, his hand came to rest on my stomach. A deep blush rushed through my cheeks. A sigh of contentment came through his nose. His grip tightened, as though he was trying to test his limits on my body and his other hand came and rested on my thigh; my blush grew. "Uh… Captain?" He hummed in response; I didn't know he could even make sound. "What are you doing?"

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I was caught off guard by her question… What was I doing? Was I comforting her? I opened my eyes and lifted my head from her. I looked down; her cheeks were bright red. She was blushing… how cute. I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. She leaned into the kiss. "Why are you being nice to me?" That was a very good question, I thought on it for a moment…

"Ah, yes, Frauline…" The girl rolled her eyes. "It's Melody you tubby little major!" She glared at the Major. "…Yes, of course, I am now your commanding officer…" She snapped back at him without a beat. "You! Ha! I don't take orders from deranged lunatics!" Major Anders chimed in. "Captain! Mind your manners. All of his orders will be cleared by me. So yes, you do take orders from him." I could see it in her eyes, she wasn't defeated, she just knew when to give up.

…It had to be then. She was unbreakable, even under my iron grip she was holding strong. Her deep green eyes stared at me as if waiting for me to speak. I just shrugged to her.

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We stared at each other for a while after he kissed my forehead. He just shrugged. "What? There has to be a reason." He just shrugged again and pulled me into his lap. Oh god… What was I going to do… other than become stiff which is what I did…

"I don't know what his problem is, dude." I glared to the two brothers coming down the hall. "Every time I open my mouth during a meeting he hit me in the back of the head." Luke rolled his eyes to his brother. "Probably because most of what comes out of your mouth is stupid." I shook my head and continued on my rounds. I heard a door open and shut as I turned the corner. "Oh, hey hot mama!" I rolled my eyes to Jan. "Not going to smile for me baby?" I glared at him. "A smile…" Before he could finish what he was saying he was cut off by a gunshot. Further down the hall stood the Captain with his gun drawn. "Thanks, it's nice to know someone around here respects women." He nodded to me and continued on down the hall.

I couldn't take a casual flirty way with him like I did others. I was too nervous… This man, by anyone else's standards would be a brute was holding me gently in his lap. I dwarfed him by a foot in height, I was tiny compared to him. As my brain stopped working instincts kicked in. Before I could stop myself I was burring my way into his coat for  warmth… and holy shit was he warm… and ripped… though I already knew that. I pulled the giant coat around me and cuddled in to sleep… Sleep there's a storm going on. I shot up and his grip tightened on me. I sighed and relaxed a bit. He looked at me with his head cocked to the side… I couldn't speak, his expression was so fucking cute. I smiled to him and went to cuddle back into his chest, then I noticed it, a dog tag.

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Cold finger tips brushed against my chest as the girl began to wiggle her way under my coat. In fact most of her was cold. She wiggled her way in completely. I felt her lay her on my chest, before she quickly startled. I looked down to her with a concerned face. She shook her head and went to lay on me again. Instead of doing that she grabbed my dog tag. "Hans Gunsche, Werewolf solider…" My name… I hadn't heard it in years. "Well, it's nice to know that there's something other than Captain that I can call you." She ran her thumb over the metal. She was going to call me by my name? I wasn't going to be just 'Captain' to her anymore… and come to think of it do I even remember her name?... 'It's Melody, you tubby little major!'… Melody… Melody B. Howard… she set my dog tag back down on my chest and snuggled in to me. She closed her eyes and I heard a sigh of relief. "At least I'm going to sleep tonight." She was going to go to sleep… Then maybe I should get some rest too.

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I woke up warm, what a change, this place was usually freezing. My hair was moving… a loud clap of thunder, and I jumped. An arm gripped me tightly… Oh, that's right, I fell asleep on Captain, Hans… I fell asleep with him! I shot up at full force, I'm sure my eyes tinted themselves with my sudden fright. A hand came up and rubbed my arm. I looked back to him. His coat and gloves were discarded. I felt a deep blush cover my entire face. I had discarded my shirt in my sleep and was only left in my bra… here I am, with Hans, taking me in… or so I thought. His eyes were locked to mine, such a gentleman. I shook my head and went to get up when a earth shaking thunder clap shook everything. I began to panic. I went to dive onto the floor so I could crawl under my bed, but a warm set of hands stopped me. I was pulled back to the bed. My blanket was thrown back over me in a swift moment and I was being held to a very firm very warm chest. "Hans?" His grip tightened as I said his name. "Why are you still here?" He sat up and grabbed the notebook I gave him last night and began to write. 'I didn't want to leave you alone.' I was so confused. Hans, the Major's body guard was here with me and not him? Well I suppose that he's safe right now, it's not like we're in enemy territory. I sighed and shook my head. "You're confusing." I closed my eyes for a brief moment and before I knew it his lips were on mine. It was a gentle sweet kiss, and before I could even realize what I was doing my hands were in his hair. For the first time since I met him I had gotten a good smell of him. He smelt of apple wood smoke, fresh bread, and a hint of wet dog.

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What I thought would just have been a kiss soon turned in to something more. Her hands were in my hair and my hands landed on her hips. They were still warm from my body heat. When we parted I noticed that she had moved herself under me. Our chests were touching, her bra was silk. Her legs were wrapped around my torso. It was an intimate moment, something I hadn't experienced in years. Her lips reached up and recaptured mine, in a passionate kiss. She drug her nails down my shoulder and up my neck. Had it not been for the footsteps approaching the room this would have gone further. I pulled myself from her and she let out a whine, it pained me. A knock came to the door. "Captain Howard! Are you in there?" It was Dok. "The Captain is missing." She froze, which didn't help. The door soon cracked open. "Faru Howard?" Dok stuck his head into the room. "Ack! I am sorry!" He quickly left and closed the door. I felt Melody give a quiet laugh. "Oops." We would probably get scolded by our majors later… but it was nice to be so close to someone, who cared about me.

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"What the hell were you two thinking!" Frau Melody gave a nervous smile. "Shit happens?" Herr Major laughed and Major Anders went back to scolding the two. "Emotional attachment can ruin a mission…" Frau Melody quickly snapped back. "Hey! Don't pick favorites! You let Lillian and MJ work together!" I was having a hard time holding back my laughter, it was funny watching her rip others apart during an argument… It's nice to be watching instead of being the one she's ripping apart. "This is different Captain Howard." She got a cocky smile. "How so? You planning on wiping them out after we're done with Hellsing?" Major Anders choked on his words. "Then it is no different! There is no excuse for you to play favorites!" Frau Melody did an about face and walked away. She was the only one in our Last Battalion that could do that. Herr Major dismissed the Captain. When Major Anders hung up I busted into laughter. "They are a cute couple, right Avondale?" I lifted my glasses and wiped tears from my eyes. "Ah, yes they are. The brains and the brawn… Though, I wonder why her." Herr Major gave a chuckle. "I guess you never noticed dear Doctor… her hearing is exceptional, I have been whacked by what I can only presume is a tail." I thought about it for a moment. "Ah, she must be part dog, like Warrant Officer Schrodinger is part cat." A smile graced my features. "Wonderful, isn't it Doctor."

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Boston ganaba 38-68 a falta de 4:30 para el descanso. "Es una píldora difícil de tragar", reconoce Jayson Tatum tras la inesperada hecatombe de su equipo JOSÉ LUIS MARTÍNEZ El State Farm Arena de Atlanta fue escenario de uno de los mayores milagros de la temporada. Y también, por qué no decirlo, de uno de los mayores ridículos. Los Boston Celtics, flamantes líderes de la Liga, llegaban a cancha de los Hawks tras haber ganado 20 de los últimos 22 partidos. De hecho habían encadenado nueve triunfos seguidos, y tenían el décimo en la mano cuando a falta de 4:30 para el descanso ganaban por 30 puntos tras un triple de Horford (38-68). Pero incomprensiblemente vieron como su rival remontaba con un parcial de ¡50-82! y se llevaba la victoria (120-118). Ver para creer. El milagro adquiere una mayor relevancia aún considerando que los Hawks no pudieron contar con su estrella, Trae Young, ni con otros tres jugadores lesionados. Pero como por arte de magia pasaron de lo que parecía una paliza segura a la euforia más absoluta. Ni ellos se lo creían. No en vano, fue la mayor remontada de Atlanta en los últimos 26 años, desde que en la temporada 1996-97 la NBA empezó a contabilizar oficialmente el jugada a jugada de cada equipo. Los grandes artífices de esta machada fueron De'Andre Hunter (24+7+3), el serbio Bogdan Bogdanovic (22+4+3) y Dejounte Murray (19+5+15), que promedia 11,4 asistencias en los últimos cinco partidos. Fue un triunfo que permite seguir soñando a los Hawks con meterse en los playoffs. Ahora mismo son décimos, última plaza del Play-In con un balance de 32-39, cinco triunfos por encima de los Nets y a dos de los Bulls. En los Celtics resultó baldía la aportación de Jayson Tatum (37+8+5 con 2/7 t3), Jaylen Brown (24+4+1 con 2/7 t3) y Kristaps Porzingis (15+5+2+2 tapones y 1/4 t3). Entre los tres un pobre 5/18 en triples, aunque lo que les condenó fue dejar que Atlanta se viniese arriba, como reconoció su estrella: "Levantamos el pie del acelerador en la segunda mitad y ellos tomaron un gran ritmo. Es una píldora difícil de tragar", reconoció Jayson Tatum. Levantamos el pie del acelerador en la segunda mitad y ellos tomaron un gran ritmo. Es una píldora difícil de tragar Jayson Tatum (Jugador de los Celtics) La increíble remontada de Atlanta comenzó con un parcial de 9-0 al final de la primera parte, que redujo la desventaja a 74-56 al descanso. Y tomó cuerpo definitivamente en el tercer cuarto, cuando los Hawks anotaron 19 de los siguientes 23 puntos para prácticamente enjugar la diferencia (78-75). Entonces se lo creyeron y los Celtics ya no tuvieron capacidad de reacción. De hecho terminaron perdiendo el segundo cuarto (34-30), el tercero (34-22) y el cuarto (30-22). Una mancha mayúscula en la inmaculada trayectoria hasta ahora de los líderes. El orgullo verde salió pisoteado de Atlanta. Tardarán tiempo en olvidar esta derrota. OTROS RESULTADOS unes 25 marzo NBA Cavaliers - Hornets Estado:Finalizado Cavaliers 115 Hornets 92 Knicks - Pistons Estado:Finalizado Knicks 124 Pistons 99 Hawks - Celtics Estado:Finalizado Hawks 120 Celtics 118 Raptors - Nets Estado:Finalizado Raptors 88 Nets 96 Bulls - Wizards Estado:Finalizado Bulls 105 Wizards 107 Rockets - Blazers Estado:Finalizado Rockets 110 Blazers 92 Spurs - Suns Estado:Finalizado Spurs 104 Suns 102 Nuggets - Grizzlies Estado:Finalizado Nuggets 128 Grizzlies 103 Jazz - Mavericks Estado:Finalizado Jazz 105 Mavericks 115 Kings - 76ers Estado:Finalizado Kings 108 76ers 96 Clippers - Pacers Estado:Finalizado Clippers 116 Pacers 133   Para recibir en tu celular esta y otras informaciones, únete a nuestras redes sociales, síguenos en Instagram, Twitter y Facebook como @DiarioElPepazo El Pepazo/Marca