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Thanks @jezifster for the tag! These are piling up I'm going through them!
My words: chill, lift, wreck, final
Your words: disappoint, raise, bland, flexible
Tagging @theeccentricraven @thepeculiarbird @awritingcaitlin @sleepywriter00 @mikathewriter @little-peril-stories @space-writes @unrepentantcheeseaddict @ohnomybreadsticks @blind-the-winds @andyswritings or anyone else who'd like to play!
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Training session with dragon
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jumped....
Don't let this guy fool you he's an asshole
Robbie's infamous fight with Jason
Chill - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)
Custos roared and his fire broke through the pitch darkness, illuminating Tyler. He pitched the light toward Custos as Kelsey slammed into him. Tyler stumbled but held his stance, pushing against Kelsey as he tried to keep Custos in the light. âMedina! Go!â I could scarcely make out Noelleâs outline in the dim light, but the chill I felt down my spine as her silhouette moved was strong. I heard a surprised shout. âGills! What happened?â âMy rock stopped! I slipped off the ledge, but Iâm okay.â My grip on the stick tightened. Tyler struggled to keep Kelsey from knocking him over. I looked at Custos. Gills told me I was defense. Heâd understand. The real problem was Noelle. She grabbed Gillsâ rock in pitch darkness. She could get me. I pulled harder on the stick. Noelleâs pull tightened, too. Smirking to myself, I let the stick go and flew upwardâcutting through the air. Noelle grunted as the stick hit her with her own force. Once high enough, I shot toward the dragon, hoping to keep the momentum to pass through the dampening field and get the sphere. I knew it as soon as I passed. I lost my grip on the air and began to fall, but I latched onto the collar before doing so. Custos didnât like that and tried to paw me off, but I managed to unclasp the sphere. âHaha!âoomph!â I celebrated until Custos did knock me off.
Lift - from School of the Legends Year One
Jill seemed mildly confused, but she shrugged, and the three of them began to sneak back to the edge of the mantle. Jack fell a bit behind, struggling to carry the harp. The logical side of him told him to just leave the harp, but his gut told him otherwise. He couldnât explain it, but he needed to take this harp. Ahead, Jill and Beau had already reached the end of the mantle. Jack gestured for them to go on, but too late he realized that was a mistake, as the harp began to slip from his fingers. He moved quickly, gaining a firm grip on the harp before it hit the mantle, but as he did so, one of his fingers brushed against the harpâs strings. Jack froze as both giants turned toward the sound. Instantly, the male was up and crossing the room. Jack bolted toward the end of the mantle, suddenly finding an adrenaline-fueled strength to lift the harp. âGo!â he shouted at Jill and Beau. âIâll catch up!â They both hesitated, but they soon disappeared from Jackâs view. Jack continued to run, but was soon stopped by the crashing of a gigantic fist crashing onto the mantle in front of him, the force of which sent Jack off his feet, and crashing on his back. The giant loomed over Jack, eyes that were larger than Jack blazing in fury. âWho do you think you are?â he asked in a mountain-shattering voice--in English, Jack was barely able to process. âBreaking into my home and stealing my things?â âItâs not like youâre gonna do anything with them!â Jack shouted--though his voice came out a lot weaker than he expected. âIâm keeping them safe until they are needed!â The giant raised his fist--probably planning to smash Jack--but Jack took the opportunity to bolt toward the end of the mantle. The giantâs size was now a hindrance--too slow, and his fist crashed into the mantle, cracking it, just next to where Jack was. But the crack bent the mantle, and Jack now found himself on a sloped surface--slight enough to where he could still run, but steep enough for him to lose balance and almost fall to his feet. He peered over the side. Jill and Beau were now on the ground, pressed against the wall. Theyâd left the plants for Jack, though with the force of the crack, the stalk connecting the mantle with the side table had snapped. Jack was now at the edge of the mantle, looking down at the long fall to the table. He whipped his head back to the giant, who was now recoiling from breaking his mantle. He looked back at his options. He could stay here and get crushed, or he could jump. Then his eyes drifted past the table and to the recliner--the back of it. It was a soft surface. It wasn't too much farther. Though directly in the path of the jump he would have to make was the candlestick, the flame on the wick now threateningly large and sparking. A quick glance back was enough to tell Jack that he had no option. As soon as the giant slammed his hand down beside Jack, he jumped, hoping the force from the giantâs slam was enough to propel him over the candlestick.
Wreck - from The Secret Portal Part Three (OLD DRAFT because this word doesn't appear in any current drafts....this was back when telepathy and empathy were separate oh my God whyyyyyyy)
Doctor David PinchĂȘn took a seat on his sofa, reclining into its soft cushions, his coffee warming his hands. Just three days ago, he had published his textbook on Telepathic Theory. It had taken him years of research, but finally, his work was complete. He hoped that the school curriculum would soon offer Telepathic Theory as a course. It was fascinating to think about, and he himself hoped that one day more and more of the youth would be as swept away as he was. He, of course, was not a telepath. He was, however, a Level-1 empath. The two were often confused, and he took umbrage at the ignorance of others when he had spent nearly the entirety of his life being asked, âWhat am I thinking?!â Though, being an empath, he did understand that not everyone was familiar with the Levels and Classes and abilities of their race. The database was long and complicated, and he wouldnât be surprised if the one who put it together a millenia ago didnât have it memorized by the time he or she died, even though when the database was first published, most of the subpowers, and even full umbrella powers, didnât even exist yet. In fact, it hadnât been too terribly long since a fourth Class of powers had been discovered, with the arrival of chronokinesis, energy conversion, and dimensiokinesis. With empaths being closely related to telepaths, David found himself sympathizing rather seamlessly with the psychics. Even as a Level-1, he still experienced the common headaches and emotional breakdowns that had formed into a sad-but-true stereotype for empaths to be unstable. He had been what some would call âa wreckâ as a boy, and it didnât help that he skipped two grades of elementary school, so being a physically smaller emotional mess did nothing to stop nasty kids taking advantage of him once his powers kicked in. Though he usually used his abilities to discover if anything else was bothering the bullies, which there usually was, and reported his findings to the schoolâs counselor, also an empath, all of which were, and usually that kidâs issue was resolved, which led to that kid being nice to him in gratitude. David didnât want to brag about this accomplishment. He was just using his powers for a good reason. Because of these actions, heâd had mixed reception from adults. Some wished him to continue to use his powers and become a counselor or therapist, while others pushed him to appeal to his science side. He had no interest in therapy, as he had been simply stating his findings to someone much more qualified. So he did go toward the direction of a more theoretical science, which those adults that pushed him to pursue a more scientific path were convinced was âa waste of a great mind.â Oh, how he hoped he could see them once Telepathic Theory became a college major.
Final - from The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)
I stopped in my tracks and turned to my right. Jason Sturges stood down the hall, clicking his stupid sticks against the lockers. A rush of fury overtook me as I remembered this morning. I didnât know what I was doing until I was right beside Jason, punching him in the face. Jason stood up straighter, rubbing his jaw, his steely blue eyes locked on me with a look that could kill. Still, I didnât regret the action. Yeah, I shouldnât have done it, but who gave a shit? I may not have been a hero, but justice was justice. âAlright, heartthrob.â Jason tucked his drumsticks into the back pocket of his jeans. âThis is how you want to play?â My right hand was on fire from the punch. Jason cracked his knuckles. I wanted to run, catch up with Akash, but I stood my ground. Jason took a swing at me; I threw up my hands to block my faceâactually, my glassesâand Jasonâs fist collided with my arm with enough force to cause me to stagger backward. Before I could regain my balance, Jason charged at me, and with full force, slammed me against the nearest locker. The impact caused my entire nervous system to light up, and though it hurt, I felt powerful. The force filled me with new-found energy. The lights flickered, warmth flooded through my body. Jason stepped back, though kept me in place. A scarlet light began to glow from somewhere. Jason looked at the light, then the ceiling. Then me. âWhat theâŠ.â I gave Jason a final push to get off of me, but what I meant to be a good shove sent Jason through the air and crashing into the lockers on the other side of the hall, then falling to the ground. The scarlet light dimmed until it disappeared. The lights stopped flickering. âStay away from him,â I growled.
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En finâŠuno respira y ya le quieren reclutar đ„č
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#nos vamos para Madrid o QUE#la gente de recursos humanos me hace llorar tĂo#tantas ofertas y sĂłlo una Shari đđđ#no me apunto y me llueven LLORO ANDNQMSNA#asĂ no se puede vivir#las prĂĄcticas en quiron fueron chachipirulisssss#tĂo en cuantos sitios durante la plandemia querĂan contratar a alumnos? te acosan y todo đđđđđđđđđ#es broma#se agradece#đđŸ#desde que hice las prĂĄcticas en maternidad admiro a las mujeres (las normales no las subnormales) muchĂsimo#parir a un humano es magia pura#y sin que te pinchen nada aĂșn mĂĄs
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-Echa al seleccionador a dos dĂas del mundial
-Su hermana le rompe las piernas
-No puede asegurar que no le vayan a meter 1kg de cocaĂna en el coche
-Se reparte los millones por audios de WhatsApp con Geri
-Se va de viaje a Nueva York con una prostituta con esos millones
-Le da un pico a Jenni Hermoso
-Se agarra las pelotas en el palco para celebrar el mundial femenino
-No va a dimitir
-No va a dimitir
-No va a dimitir
-Pone a su madre en huelga de hambre encerrada en una iglesia
-Monta una pachanga en Motril con sus colegas con una manifestaciĂłn contra Ă©l en la puerta
-Se larga a RepĂșblica Dominicana mientras la guardia civil registra su casa
-Vuelve como si nada
-Pide que le pinchen suero de la verdad para preguntarle si se ha ido de putas
-Pide que le pregunten a "su tĂo" si se ha ido de putas
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Entre tu y yo no habĂan banderas rojas
Nos encargamos de que cada una que pudiera brotar
Fuera en verdad un clavel, una rosa
Que aunque claven y aunque pinchen
Sean fragantes y hermosas
Transformamos un pedazo de tela
En un jardĂn
Y las conversaciones incĂłmodas se hicieron
Parte del dĂa a dĂa
Para que no fueran estas
Las que nos separaran
ÂżPor quĂ© entonces abandonaste nuestro jardĂn?
Ya no hay pasto
Ya no hay flores
Los arboles que plantamos se estĂĄn por secar
Y yo ya le puse un cerco
Pero la puerta la dejé abierta
Porque tengo la ilusiĂłn
Aunque se que no llegara
Que nos pararemos en el jardĂn
Y con una nueva conversaciĂłn
Esta vez convocaremos una tormenta y huracĂĄn
Y de sus gotas y aguas
Volveremos a brotar
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Meerkat (1) by Trevor Pinchen
#Meerkat#Suricata#suricatta#Mammal#Nature#Wildlife#flickr#meerkats#animals#photography#effyeahmeerkats
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Dentro
Espalda corroĂda y visiĂłn ultravioleta por sobredosis de espumosa lluvia ĂĄcida. Satisfactorio desgaste y añoranza de interna combustiĂłn por falta de calor, hĂĄbito mortal de precioso caracter opioide. No me pinchen los tĂmpanos con esperanza, con esperanza ascendente, que acĂĄ abajo en la humedad aprendĂ a dormir con las arañas y sĂłlo de vez en cuando nos bañamos de luces neĂłn, de un suspiro de la luna, o si andamos muy de buenas nos dejamos embriagar por algunas gotas de amanecer que despuĂ©s nos raspan la garganta.
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ya me conocéis
soy esa solitaria de la que nunca te acordĂĄs hasta que es demasiado tarde para hacer algo o muy termprano para olvidar
soy esa cosa que camina que a veces corre a la cornisa buscando puertas, es mi premisa
asisto a la sinagoga y a las operetas existo porque asĂ se quiso y aunque no me quiso, me sostiene la existencia
reclamo entonces el periodismo que no me enquisto que me externalizo
y por mĂĄs que te diga que amo duda incluso de mis reclamos y confirma tu propia razĂłn
no hay mayor perdĂłn que el que se da a uno mismo por hacer las paces con el corazĂłn
aunque nos tomen por vandidos aunque nos linchen los amigos aunque se pinchen los bolsillos
la torta, los globos y los cumpleañitos la mary que crisma la piba del rincón, de barrio
ya sabes lo que se dice KARMA siempre termina llegando ¿le sostengo el sombrero, señor?
le saco el saco, ÂżdĂłnde lo dejo? me pongo el pongo y me dicen pomni
de difĂcil dormir y fĂĄcil como hotwheels derrapa Storni, ya sin bibliotecas
mås diabólica lonely menos estricta for me también hay vanidad
lo supiste en el first day aunque oigas todo al revés siempre habrå barro desde donde amoldar
mi arritmia se escucha no hay yelmo que cubra la hendidura de una lanza de longuinus celestial
entendimos que las heridas eran para la silla o aquel acordeĂłn
la Ășltima banda el violĂn mĂĄs pequeño el simple tarareo de un pĂĄjaro matinal
un tango nuevo ahora canta la dicha antes que la bincha me dé electroshock
que tĂș me animas la vida por practicar con risas este mal don
he de confesarte sin prisa cĂłmo las horas brincan mĂĄs que mi pororĂł
son asĂ de mayor esplendor pues olvido los yerros en un encierro de love
confirmo que entendĂ tarde las burlas que para ti el chiste es la bulla mĂĄs, mi temple es de cartĂłn
se prende fuego la duda y al final hundo mis uñas a mi ociosa lección
aquĂ lo Ășnico que importa no es otra cosa que este sĂsmico ardor
lo que sostiene nuestra concordia, en mi idioma, lo llamo: pasiĂłn
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un cuerpo tan sensible
tan flĂĄcido emocionalmente
quisiera entrenarlo
no escapar
que lo pinchen
y sentir, pero soportarlo
que caminar
no me queme los pies
que pensar
no sea una caja de herramientas
que vivir
no sea sobrevivir
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ÂĄPedidos abiertos!
Hola, soy Des y me dedicaré a escribir headcanons y pequeños one-shots de Digimon (romance, cosas simplemente divertidas, ¥lo que quieran!, y en un futuro aceptaré igualmente pedidos de Pokémon.
No vi ninguna cuenta en español que se dedicase a hacer esto, asà que quise intentarlo y ser la, ¿primera?, puede, que mete a Digimon en el asunto.
Aceptaré lo siguiente:
Romance de Digimon x lector humano o digimon.
Humano x Humano, solo si son adultos.
Situaciones que ustedes pidan involucrando momentos con algun Digimon por sĂ solo, junto a un humano, etc.
SFT/Indicios a NSFT (No harĂ© nada explĂcito, simplemente redactarĂ© algo que pueda intuir a que ha ocurrido "eso" en el caso del NSFT).
NO aceptaré lo siguiente:
Romance involucrando a Digimon en etapa Rookie/Child. Aceptaré headcanons con estos evidentemente, pero NADA de romance involucrado. Nada.
Romance entre los niños humanos del anime, manga, etc. Se acepta si son adultos.
Romance involucrando a Digimon que no tengan apariencia humanoide. Aceptaré headcanons con estos evidentemente al igual que en el anterior caso, pero no me siento especialmente cómoda escribiendo romance de los mismos, lo siento si causa molestias.
NSFT explĂcito
Cualquier peticiĂłn que me haga sentir incĂłmoda y de casualidad no haya estado aquĂ mencionada en los "no". Es raro que ocurra, pero puede darse el caso.
Ahora, por supuesto, pasamos a hablar del tema de PokĂ©mon, lo que estoy dispuesta a escribir y lo que no. Adoro este fandom y, ahhh, espero en serio poder hacerles disfrutar con mis headcanon y one-shot's. âĄ
Aceptaré lo siguiente:
Romance humano x lector, siempre y cuando sean adultos.
Romande con Pokémon solo si estån humanizados.
Situaciones que ustedes pidan involucrando momentos con algun humano, Pokémon, o lo que sea por sà solo, junto a un otros personajes o Pokémon, etc.
SFT/Indicios a NSFT (No harĂ© nada explĂcito, simplemente redactarĂ© algo que pueda intuir a que ha ocurrido "eso" en el caso del NSFT).
NO aceptaré lo siguiente:
Romance entre los niños humanos del anime, manga, etc. Se acepta si son adultos o adolescentes de 16 en adelante.
Romance involucrando a Pokémon. Aceptaré headcanons con estos evidentemente al igual que en el anterior caso, pero no me siento especialmente cómoda escribiendo romance con ellos, ¥de nuevo siento las molestias!
NSFT explĂcito
Romance Pokémon x Pokémon, tampoco soy muy fan de escribir eso.
Nuevamente: cualquier peticiĂłn que me haga sentir incĂłmoda y de casualidad no haya estado aquĂ mencionada en los "no".
Mis pedidos estĂĄn actualmente ABIERTOS. Vayan a mi perfil y pinchen en la caja de preguntas para pedir lo que les apetezca âĄ
ÂĄMuchas gracias!
#digimon#headcanon#digimon x reader#open requests#digimon headcanons#oneshot#pokémon#pokemon x reader#pokemon headcanons#x reader
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ES QUE A QUIEN SE LE OCURRE HACER CAMBIOS EL DĂA DEL FESTIVAL NO JODAN PINCHEN MAMEN
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IntroducciĂłn
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Find the word tag
Thanks @ceph-the-ghost-writer for the tag!
My words: borrow, beg, steal, manage
Your words: tool, personal, appear, sour
Tagging @gracehosborn @thepeculiarbird @gothamxwattpad @blind-the-winds @jezifster @little-peril-stories @stesierra @sleepywriter00 @loopyhoopywrites @captain-kraken @herrmannhalsteadproduction @theharpywrites @buffythevampirelover @little-mouse-gardens @hippiewrites or anyone else who wants to play!
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Halloween party snippet but Carla and George just learned what Halloween was last week
A traumatic event from Jedi's childhood (CW: child and spousal abuse; done through fantasy violence: attacking via electromagnetic fields)
Jack and the Beanstalk parody
Robbie & Akash dynamic
Borrow - from The Secret Portal Part One
âYouâre dressed as Dr. David PinchĂȘn.â Carla looked down at her sweater vest and khakis. âWait, isnât that the telepathic theory guy?â Ash asked. Carla nodded. âHey, can I borrow some of his books?â âSure,â said Carla. âThanks,â said Ash. George turned to his sister. âWell, thatâs everyone. Letâs go down to the break room.â Ash, Rose, George, and Carla went through the kitchen toward the elevators. Carla and George got off at the breakroom, while Ash and Rose stayed to change in the dorms. âWhoa,â George said, gazing around. There were black and orange streamers and fake cobwebs everywhere and what appeared to be spiderpig webs on every other surface. The lights were dim and the sources of flickering light came from inside pumpkins with faces carved out of them. A couple tables were pushed against the wall with candy and punch. Spooky music played in the background, and George and Carla werenât sure they liked how it made them feel, but it certainly fit the mood. Tyler walked up to them, his black hair slicked back and wearing fake pointy teeth. Red paint dripped down his chin. âVelcome to the party.â âWhy are you talking like that?â Carla asked. âBecause⊠Draculaâs Romanian?â âRomania?â âItâs a country on Ceteri.â Tyler looked back over his shoulder for a second. âHey, Carla, you want to get some punch? Itâs directly from Ceteri.â âUm, sure,â said Carla, glancing back at George, who gave her an encouraging smile. âI like your outfit, by the way,â said Tyler. âSweater vest, khakis. You even have fake stubble. You look like my seventh grade science teacher.â Carla blinked. âIs that a good thing?â âIf thatâs the look you were going for,â said Tyler. âBut I donât think youâre my seventh grade science teacher.â
Beg - from The Secret Portal Part One (Jedi POV)
âYou bitch,â Dadaidh snarled. âUsing your telepathy against me?â âYou used your powers against me; you gave me no choice.â I could tell Eomma was crying. âIâm sorry, Tayler.â Dadaidhâs eyes grew darker. âYou will be.â His eyes were on me, and a hot pain was in my head like nothing Iâd ever felt. I placed my hands against my temple, gritting my teeth together and trying not to scream. âTayler, no!â Eomma screamed, but Dadaidh held her back, causing her to curl to the floor. The world around me spotted as I dropped to my knees, bending over. My teeth soon couldnât push against each other any more, and my voice ran out of my body in a cry that I didnât know it was capable of making. âTayler, I beg of you, stop!â I fell to the ground, relieved from the pain as my cheek fell against the cold tile. I choked as I sobbed. Eomma had sat herself up, staring my dadaidh in the eyes. âJedi,â Eomma said weakly. âGo to your room. Stay there. Your father and I need to talk.â I slowly pushed myself to a seated position before rising to my feet. As soon as I was standing, I ran up the lift, climbing up to the second floor as soon as I could reach it and scrambled to my room as if my life depended on it. I slammed my hand against the frame to close the door before sliding my back down it so I could sit against it on the floor. I didnât know what Eomma wanted to talk to Dadaidh for. I wasn't sure that I wanted to. I glanced up at the metal frame on my wall, a holoimage of myself, Eomma, Dadaidh, and Kirstie. All of us were smiling. I couldnât remember what day it was; I had only been about five at the time. But we were happy; and that was all that mattered. The metal frame began to shake. I pressed my ear against the door, expecting to hear my eomma scream, but I heard nothing. I knew something was wrong, but I stayed where I was. I didnât want to go back out there again.
Steal - from School of the Legends Year One
Beau knelt down beside a crate with holes poked in the top. He peered through one of the slits in the crate. âMerde, thereâs a chicken in here.â âA what?â Jack and Jill chorused. All three of them whipped their heads toward the giants. Neither appeared to hear anything--maybe their smell was the only sense that was enhanced. They turned back to the crate, joining Beau in peering through the crate. Sure enough, there was a chicken. âThatâs weird,â Jack stated the obvious as he stood straight again. His eyes rested on a harp leaning against the clock. He carefully set it upright, studying the instrument close. There was something about it that was inherently mesmerizing. âI think we need to take these things.â âSteal?â Jill asked. âItâs not like these belong to them,â Jack said. âBut they donât belong to us, either.â âWe have chickens on our farm,â said Jack. âWe could bring this one! What are they going to do with it?â Jill looked at the bag of coins in her hand. âHm.â âItâs not theirs,â Jack repeated. Jack could sense how badly Jill wanted to say it wasn't theirs, either. âIf we take this, weâre donating most of it.â She paused. âA good chunk of it.â She shook her head. âNo, most.â âIf itâs real,â Beau said. They turned to him. âCome on, those coins are way too shiny to be real. And not nearly heavy enough.â Jill exhaled. âWell, that makes me feel loads better.â âIâve always wanted to play the harp,â said Jack, admiring it. âSince when?â âYou donât know everything about me.â
Manage - from The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)
âWell, Jason slammed me into a locker and Ms. Bradley let me off with a warning.â I slowed my pace to sync with Ariel. âWell, Ms. Bradley likes you, and she probably saw Jason pressing you against the locker.â âActually, she didnât. Jason was already off me.â âHowâd you manage that?â âUm,â I allowed my hesitation to carry through my opening of the exterior door and holding it open for Akash. âSomething?â âSomething?â Akash repeated, revolving Ariel to face me with a skeptical look. I stayed leaning against the door. âI dunno. This is gonna sound really, really weird, but when Jason slammed me against the locker, I felt⊠alive.â Akash smirked. âKinky.â âDude!â âJoking!â Akash protested, holding his hands in a surrender pose. I stepped away from the door, allowing it to close. I tucked my hands into the pockets of my jeans. âThere was a red light. Just kinda⊠glowing.â Akash raised an eyebrow. âGlowingâŠ? From where?â I shrugged. âI dunno, man. But then the lights flickered. And Jason freaked out, loosened his grip, and I pushed him off.â âAnd then Ms. Bradley came out?â âAnd then Jason went flying across the hall.â Akash opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. âDude, Iâm telling the truth.â âAnd I believe you.â âWait, what?â Akash scoffed. âWhy would you make it up? Thatâs weird, I agree with you.â
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Not Alone § Izzy Pinchen
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Que horrible estar en el hospital, que me pinchen a cada rato y tener que aguantar esas agujas metidas en las manos por dias , no me gusta nada y eso que es en el area del seguro que aun puedo usar de mi madre ya luego me tocara en areas pĂșblicas
Lo peor es que ya me quisiera morir quiza en unos 5 años para no sufrir tanto en vida mas porque creo que no hallare trabajo ni de lo que estudio ni de otra cosa, mas alla de si puedo o no ser feliz ya no importa pero almenos quisiera tener algo para poder comer y comprar cosas basicas pero bueno ojala pronto me muera y no sufra tanto
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Carrot cake (zanaorta?)
Un par de dĂas atrĂĄs (o semanas, ya perdĂ la cuenta) Nea me pidiĂł que haga carrot cake, asĂ que aprovechĂ© el Domingo que venĂan algunas personas a cenar y la hice :3. Anduve buscando recetas y me crucĂ© con la de Alton Brown, en quien confĂo ciegamente. Tiene gusto a especias sobre todo, pero estĂĄ bien balanceado y queda muy rico (y el frosting de queso crema estĂĄ bastante bueno).
Para la torta (rinde para un molde de 24 cm. (o dos budineras medianas, o una docena de muffins))
Ingredientes
340 gr. harina 0000
1 cdta polvo de hornear
1 cdta bicarbonato de sodio
1/4 cdta pimienta de jamaica molida (se consigue en Mercado Libre, The Pick Market, seguramente en casas de reposterĂa como Doña Clara o El Nuevo Emporio, etc.; si no consiguen pueden reemplazarla con un toquecĂn de pimienta negra y clavo de olor molido)
1/4 cdta canela en polvo
1/4 cdta nuez moscada recién rallada
1/2 cdta sal
340 gr. zanahoria rallada (con el rallador intermedio si tienen la caja; son masomeno 6 zanahorias medianas)
285 gr. azĂșcar comĂșn
55 gr. azĂșcar negra
3 huevos grandes (no grandes de feria, si son de feria vayan con medianos)
170 gr. yogurt natural (si solo consiguen griego o sin grasa no se hagan drama, que sale bien igual)
170 gr. aceite de girasol
Precalentar el horno a 180C (medio). Enmantecar el molde que vayan a usar (o poner los pirotines en la muffinera). Si tienen procesadora procesan el harina, especias, sal, polvo de hornear y bicarbonato de sodio, y si no tienen nomĂĄs los tamizan. Ponen con mucho amor la zanahoria en un bowl (grande, porque acĂĄ van a ir agregando todo) y la mezclan con los secos. Tienen que tratar de lograr que toda la zanahoria quede bien cubierta con harina.
Si tienen procesadora (o licuadora) procesan los huevos con los azĂșcares y el yogurt hasta que quede una masa uniforme. De a poco, con la procesadora todavĂa corriendo, le van agregando el aceite hasta que quede todo hermosamente emulsionado. Si no tienen procesadora, usan la batidora (o batidor de mano para los que no le temen a la artritis) y baten los huevos con el yogurt. Le agregan los azĂșcares y siguen batiendo hasta que quede bien integrado, y finalmente le van agregando en forma de hilo (o sea, muy de poquito) el aceite, nunca dejando de batir, hasta que emulsione. Vuelcan la mezcla esta en el bowl donde estaba la zanahoria enharinada y lo mezclan con amor.
Finalmente lo tienen que poner en el/los molde/s y mandar al horno durante un laaaargo rato (unos 45' a 1 hora si hacen en el molde de 20 cm.; en la receta de Alton Brown recomiendan que despuĂ©s de los 45' se baje el horno a 160C y se cocine por 20' mĂĄs; si tienen un termĂłmetro de horno, hĂĄganlo que queda genial, pero no es vital). Cuando la pinchen el cuchillo tienen que salir como en todas las otras tortas: sin masa cruda pegada (puede que salga hĂșmedo o con miguitas, pero eso no significa que le falte cocciĂłn).
Para el frosting
225 gr. queso Philadelphia (acå sà que no puedo recomendarles reemplazos, no sé si el Finlandia quede bien D:) a temperatura ambiente
57 gr. manteca a temperatura ambiente
1 cdta extracto de vainilla (o esencia, o polvo, o pasta)
255 gr. azĂșcar impalpable (tamizada)
Con una batidora (normal o con lira) o batidor de mano combinar la manteca y el queso crema. Agregar la vainilla y darle hasta que quede bien integrada. Agregar el azĂșcar impalpable en 4 tandas en la velocidad mĂĄs baja que puedan (para que no se llene hasta el techo de azĂșcar impalpable; si tienen batidora de pie, pueden poner un trapo sobre la batidora y bowl cada vez que empiezan a batir, asĂ evitan esparcir mugre por todos lados), batiendo bien en cada tanda. Dejar reposar de 5 a 10 minutos en la heladera antes de usar.
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Sueño1
CarguĂ© (mal) con la melancolĂa cerca de 6 meses, ya con la espalda corroĂda y la visiĂłn ultravioleta por sobredosis de mi propia lluvia ĂĄcida . Satisfactorio desgaste y añoranza de incinerarme desde adentro, hĂĄbito mortal de precioso caracter opioide. No me pinchen los tĂmpanos con esperanza, con esperanza ascendente, que acĂĄ abajo en la humedad aprendĂ a dormir con las arañas, y sĂłlo de vez en cuando nos bañamos de luces neĂłn, de un suspiro de la luna, o si andamos muy de buenas nos dejamos embriagar por algunas gotas de amanecer que despuĂ©s nos raspan la garganta. Te dejĂ© de escuchar, el susurro del conejo ojos saltones apareciĂł espontĂĄneamente y me apresurĂ© a seguir su rastro. Deje atrĂĄs la plaza pĂșblica, sin decir nada, la estĂĄtica de sinsentidos cotidianos decayĂł despacio tras de mĂ. Despacio, pero mis piernas van a prisa. Despacio, pero en locomociĂłn psiquica. Doy mis Ășltimos pasos sobre el pavimento y me apresuro a levantar, clavĂĄndome las puĂĄs en los dedos y sangrando de inmediato, la verde reja que separa la plaza de la maleza. Me llevo un par de arañazos en la espalda, pero estoy anesteciado, y ni las manos ni la espalda me desatan de la onĂria. Hay sangre en el suelo sobre la amarilenta hierva seca, pero no es mĂa, la mĂa estĂĄ detrĂĄs entre las pĂșas y embarrada en mis pantalones y coloreĂĄndome la blanca playerita. Mi sangre es sĂłlo sangre, pero Ă©sta brilla, resplandece como si tuviera diamantina entremezclada, es el rastro del conejo y no puedo evitar llevarme a la boca una pequeña probada que me exalta de inmediato y dice "sigue". Me adentro entre el decuidado pasto seco que me llega a la cintura, hay que brazear para avanzar y mirar, comienza la estructura: trinchera de piedra volcĂĄnica, sin techo prĂĄcticamente; en el suelo ya no hay hierva, sĂłlo tierra, pero aĂșn se distingue el resplandor de la sangre.
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