#wrap up junio

[ifwewere-stories]

📚 Se leyeron dos novelas y dos cómics. «Confesiones de una máscara» me terminó gustando más al dejar marinar mi experiencia con su lectura. «Homebody», una graphic memoir sobre descubrirse trans y no binarie, está bien bonita. «Patience & Esther» es un acogedor romance lésbico edwardiano +18 que me gustó, pero unos detallitos evitaron que me encantara. Y «Sunburn» es yearning sáfico: la novela (espero pronto hablarles un poco más de ella).

📺 Continué con «Reservation Dogs», ya le agarré la onda y me gusta que cada episodio se sienta en sí mismo como una historia corta de ficción literaria. De la nueva temporada de «Doctor Who» disfruté mucho a Ncuti como el Doctor y uno que otro episodio me pareció destacable (y ninguno fue aburrido, lo cual ya es una mejora en comparación con la era anterior), pero en su arco general y en construir la dinámica entre Doctor y companion me pareció floja, y eso duele. «Tengo que morir todas las noches», sobre la escena gay de la zona rosa del antes DF de los 80s, cumple con lo que quiere plasmar. Y «Becoming Karl Lagerfeld» solo la vi por Daniel Brühl (no está mal pero pues a mí qué me importa la vida de ese señor, vedá).

🎬 «I Saw the Tv Glow» nueva favorita, al igual que la conmovedora y carismática «Pride». Vi por primera vez «Y Tu Mamá También» y la disfruté mucho. Y las del festival de cine japonés en línea también me gustaron mucho. Puro cinema🚬.

🎶 Como pueden ver, seguí escuchando el OBCR del musical de The Outsiders de manera obsesiva, pero también fui felíz con el nuevo album de la Aurora <3. Y Genesis de Raye💯.

Y ya.

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

Gamer Girly - part 2

link to part one • link to master list

cw: alcohol, bisexualness, idk me being half gay

MDNI 18+

not proof read, literally wrote this bc of my insomnia and not being able to sleep tonight

You and Geto texted to plan a FaceTime call in a few days as it worked for his schedule and you were beyond nervous. Even going as far as using your whitening strips and getting your eyebrows done. You planned it for Thursday evening, a time after Geto’s stream was over, before you, Utahime, and Haibara were about to go out to bars for Thirsty Thursday with your fake ID’s. You did your makeup and hair while listening to the squads stream rehearsing in your head what you think Geto would say. You picked out a black crop top and a short denim skirt to wear paired with your vans. As they wrapped up their stream you started feeling anxious and took a shot of a vodka mini bottle you had lying around your apartment to calm some nerves. As you swallow some orange juice as a chaser your phone buzzes from your desk.

‘hey just wrapped up, let me know when you’re free and I’ll shoot you a call. :)’

god texting him felt like you were flirting in high school all over again like a giddy innocent girl.

you set your macbook up on your desk so you could have a better view of him for the FaceTime.

‘sure, ready whenever you are!’ You respond.

Your anticipation leads to sweaty palms and sipping a white claw that was left in your fridge at some point as you pace around your bedroom, making sure everything in the background is okay.

your ringtone from your laptop goes off rather loud and you quickly sit at your desk but don’t press the answer button too soon. The 10 seconds it takes the call to load seems like years as you bounce your leg under your desk.

“hey!” You both speak at the same exact time, as you nervously giggle.

“How are you?” Comes out of both your mouths at the same time again.

“I’m sorry, you first,” you say as he chuckles with his eyes squinted close in the most precious way.

“I’m great, happy to be done streaming for the night and getting ready to go out with some friends, how about you?”

“I’m also going out with some friends for once! We don’t go to bars a whole lot but wanted to try one tonight. Other than that great now that I actually get to speak with you,” you admit, blushing.

“Yeah about that, this moderator thing is pretty easy, mainly the thing you have to watch out for on my discord is people sexualizing Shoko. She’s started to get butthurt about how she’s ‘more than a pretty face’” he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“Oh yeah of course…” you pause, “are you guys like dating or…?” You close your eyes not believing you just fucking asked that.

“Oh no no, she’s been Satoru and I’s best friend all through high school. We taught her to play and she has pretty much gotten better than us.”

“Satoru?”

“Oh sorry yes that is Gojo’s first name, we all go by our last names on the stream.”

“Oh yeah okay, makes sense,” you glance over at the notepad sitting next to your laptop wondering if you should be taking notes.

“I have to admit there’s not really a whole lot that goes into it, I just wanted to see you over FaceTime.” He grins, lighting up a blunt and casually looking at his screen to see your reaction.

He can’t be flirting with you…right? You decide to take the ball in your court, “well what can I say, I’m only one of your most devoted fans,” winking at him and hoping you don’t seem too lame.

He chuckles, taking a long puff of his blunt and passing it to someone off the screen.

You dare to ask, “also sorry if this is too personal to ask so soon, but I saw your area code is close to where I go to college, can I ask where you’re from?”

He looks like his brain is trying to fit pieces together for a moment, looking up at the person he passed the blunt to. “Uh, yeah I’m from Shibuya and I go to university here.”

Your jaw drops, “like University of Shibuya?”

“Yeah, are you familiar with it?” He asks.

“I’m a junior here! I had no idea you guys were from around here or went to the same school!”

You hear Gojo in the back whisper “oh my fucking god”

Suguru shoots daggers at Gojo, still off screen, and doesn’t know what to say.

“We don’t have to meet up or anything if you’re uncomfortable with it! We can just pretend like we didn’t talk about this,” you blush nervously thinking he was put off by something you said.

“No, no, I mean it would be great either way. Just was a little surprising that’s all.” He responds, no longer looking around for Gojo, just focusing on you on his screen.

“Yeah well I’ll promote you to a moderator tonight and have the other mod text you to kinda explain the situation.” The dark haired mystery man smiles awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh and the pay, uh how does $20 per hour sound?”

“Yeah sure whatever you’re willing to pay I’ll take it!” you say almost too eagerly. You knew mods got paid kind of well but you didn’t know it was this good. If he streams 7 days a week for 2 hours, that’s already $280 a week. Plus the time you spend in discord on the chats.

“Okay well I’ll be in touch…” he trails off and you can’t tell if he’s either high or just uninterested in your conversation. (In reality Gojo had a girl sitting on his lap sucking his face off and Suguru was trying to decide if he was disgusted or turned on)

“Yeah, thank you for picking me! Look forward to talking with you,” you say hoping he’s not regretting his choices noting that he got a little awkward after the talk about being local arose.

“Yeah, see ya,” he says too casually with hardly a hint of a smile on his face. You click the ‘end call’ button and sigh. It seems like this unobtainable crush you had on suguru for the past 9 months was still just that. Why had you never seen him around town or campus? Granted, it was a really big school and everything but never once had you seen him, by god you would remember that face.

You snap out of your trance back to your white claw and scroll to find your texts with Utahime while you down the can

‘your place in 10?’ you text her.

‘Yes, sorry kinda last minute but some of haibara and i’s other friends are going to come too’ she texts back and you groan, not in the mood to meet new people.

The thought of having to be social enough to go to the bar was anxiety inducing, but now having to actually meet people before you’re drunk? You grab two more of the mini bottles of vodka you have in your freezer downing one and shoving the other in your pocket for when you get to Utahime’s apartment.

You walk into her unlocked flat without knocking, being too in your head from the FaceTime call and what it meant. Utahime is sitting on the counter, Haibara between her legs as they are making out passionately. Her arms wrapped around his neck, legs spread in her skirt so Haibara (and you) can see her turquoise panties.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you giggle staring at the scene in front of you. “I thought you were expecting me.”

Utahime, obviously embarrassed jumps down from the counter acting like nothing happened and walks over to give you a hug. Wearing a blue skirt, white shirt, and red bow in her hair she looks as cutely innocent as ever. You looked about as opposite as her as possible with your ripped denim skirt, black crop top revealing your cleavage just perfectly, and black and white checkered vans.

“How did the call go?” She asks as Haibara excuses himself to the bathroom trying, but failing, to hide his boner from their make out session.

“Great but I have news about like the four of them -“ you’re cut off by a knock at the apartment door.

In walks a girl with white hair, a black button up black mini skirt, with knee high socks. She was accompanied by two average looking men, obviously whipped by her aura.

“Mei Mei!” Utahime runs over to her and gives her a hug. You’re a little taken aback by the warm welcome this new girl received versus your very awkward one. Well I guess that’s what you get for not knocking.

Haibara comes out of the bathroom looking like he just splashed cold water on his face and neck, “Bayer, Kokun, good to see you.” Walking up to them to dab them up.

You take this opportunity to down the mini bottle in your pocket and take a sip of Utahime’s sprite she left sitting on the counter. Sheeeeesh, three mini bottles and a white claw in before you even leave for the bar? You’re feeling pretty good and confident. Walking in on the couple’s make out session made you realize how long it had been since you got any action. Besides your vibrator working over time, usually after Geto’s streams.

You force yourself out of your thoughts and walk up to the trio chit chatting with the couple and introduce yourself. “Hey I’m y/n” and extend your hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you, y/n, Utahime has told me a lot about you.” Mei Mei says in her naturally sultry voice. Your eyes nervously look at Utahime, consider she had never mentioned this attractive white haired woman to you before.

“We’re new friends, she just moved in down the hallway and these two guys helped her move in.” Utahime says reading your mind.

“Ah nice to meet you, I’m just a few floors up if you ever need anything.” You respond.

“All we’re missing is Yuki right?” Mei Mei asks as she directs her attention to Utahime.

“Yeah but who knows if she’ll show up. I’ll text her to just meet us at the bar.”

-

With that, the group heads out to go to one of the dive bars in the city, a little place with karaoke on Thursdays. Supposedly Mei Mei knows the bouncer quite well, walking up first in the crowd to whisper something in his ear, finger trailing down his chest. You’re not sure what she said to him, only that his cheeks turned red and he let the 5 of you in without checking your IDs at all. From what you heard this place didn’t let fakes in very easily so you wonder what could have bribed that man. You grab a high top table in the back near the pool tables with Utahime and Mei Mei as the 3 boys go to grab you drinks.

“Can we sing a girls song together?” You propose to the two.

“Y/n are you drunk already? You’d never suggest that sober.” Utahime raises her eyebrows at you.

“How about the spice girls?” You ask ignoring her question. Mei Mei nods with a slight smirk. As you go up to put your name on a slip of paper the boys come back with the drinks. The DJ winks at you and you immediately regret your decision.

A few songs later and it seems your drink is gone, listening to the boys talk about sports and video games, as the two girls chat about their one annoying neighbor on their floor that has the loudest sex imaginable.

You walk up to the bar and stand patiently next to a tall beautiful blonde woman.. you try not to stare as the bartender comes over to her and asks her order. “I’ll take a whiskey and ginger ale, and whatever this girl is having.” She smirks pointing her thumb over to you. “Vodka cran please,” you squeak out to the bartender, nervously smiling at her.

The man goes to make the drinks as she sticks out her hand, “Hi pretty, I’m Yuki.”

“Oh you’re Yuki! Friends with Mei Mei and Utahime?” You stumble out the words remembering her name from earlier.

“Sorry, I’m y/n. I’m here with them tonight, I can take you to them if you’d like?”

Yuki leaves her card with the bartender and hands you your drink. “After you,” she smiles taking the first sip of her drink looking you up and down smugly. You grab her free hand with her vape in it and weave from the bar back to the table you all had claimed.

“I found someone you guys may know?” You shyly interject trying to be funny. The whole group erupts into various versions of “Yuki! Oh my god so good to see you!” She props herself up on the last open barstool at the table. Baggy red cargo pants and a black crop top, no bra with nipple piercings pretty obvious. She catches you staring and nods her head in a “come here” kind of way.

“So what’s your type?” She asks.

“Uh what?” You question back.

“What’s your type of woman?…or man I guess.” She eyes you up and down as if trying to determine your sexuality.

“Uh… I like long hair? And someone who can have a good time?” You’ve never had to answer that question on the spot so you think your answer was decent enough.

She lets out a chuckle and takes another sip of her drink. “So you’re not playing for a single side I’m hearing.” She smirks and puts her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah I guess not” you smile back realizing how close your faces are.

Just then the DJ announces the next karaoke names, “y/n, Utahime and Mei Mei are going to sing us Wannabe by the Spice Girls!”

“y/nnnn” a tipsy Utahime grabs your hand and starts rushing you three to the stage. One thing you forgot about this place is you have to take a shot before singing. You three take your shots of what tastes like battery acid, stinging going down and trying not to think about it as the music starts.

The 90s classic song gets ever girl in the bar singing and dancing at the edge of the stage and you see Haibara behind the crowd video taping your performance.

Your words are starting to slur slightly and you are just having a great time feeling like a pop star. You swear up in the balcony of the bar you see a white head of hair jamming out and screaming the words but hey everyone’s having a good time!

The song comes to a close and the three of you get escorted off stage. You split from the two and say “I’m going to step outside to smoke for a second,” as you do when you drink.

You walk up to the back door of the bar and as you go to push, you feel someone else pull. With the alcohol in your system, your reaction time is a little delayed. Before you know it you are falling forward towards the gravel with your arms out.

“Oh Jesus Christ” you mumble out assessing the damage while you sit up so you are on your knees. Only a few scrapes as the person on the other side of the door comes up to you and puts a hand on your back.

“Oh my god are you okay I’m sorry,” you hear a familiar voice. Too familiar.

You turn around to meet amber eyes inches from your face.

“Geto?” Your jaw drops.

—

A/N I had to go through my archives to see what someone would wear to a bar in 2018 😭 and look up a discord mods hourly pay on google 😭 also had a bi panic moment w Yuki and Utahime and MeiMei as usual if you can’t tell

[hazbinficsandstuff-eyeshadow]

Prologue:

Two planets both alike in dignity. The one seemed like a hellscape from the outside and to be fair the closer you got it didn't get much better in terms of looks however the people there liked it like that. The other planet, “insert name* thought that due to its look the people that inhabited it were filthy and awful people especially compared to them. Their planet appeared spotless with buildings of diamonds and modernity. They both thought ill of each other. Charlie Mornigstar ruler of the first planet, Junio didn't really consider herself a ruler and more as a protector. Charlie loved her people with all her heart but she was alone. On the planet Heras it was ruled by two instead of one, Lute and Adam. They had worked their way to the top, well, mostly Lute did. Adam did make most of the decisions although Lute was the only female opinion he gave the slightest concern towards. While the place looked modern the way that females were treated were the exact opposite of modern. These two weren't the only planets that interacted with eachother however for enemies they seemed to engage with each other the most, weird isn't it.

Chapter : A change

In Junion lied Charlie, alone. Om her skin she flet nothing but the blankets heavy fabric weighing over her. It had been so long sense she experienced connection. She then heard a loud crash outside, A turf-War. People here were usually really kinf but as anywhere all fights and arguments were impossible to avoid fully. Charlie sluggishly rolled out of bed and dragged herself to the front door. When she got there she was surprised To find no conflict. Three people stand there, two shaking hands with smoke blowing uo behind them. Another a tall man dressed in red who wore a bright smile. His skin tone and the way he illuminated made him appear to be from the Lunar colony. Charlie is mesmerized by his glowing appearance. They both walk Up to eachother

“ Did you jsut settle that yourself?” Charlie asks they mysterious Moon man.

He answers back “ why, yes, I did, does that impress you?” He said with a smug grin.

“ actually, yes, how'd you do it?”

“People are simple, they like to think their complex but you understand even the basics of psychology and even thr most ‘complex’ of situations can be solved, sometimes all it takes is a handshake” he replies as he reaches out for Charlie's hand holding it in Front of her. Charlie Slowly reaches out for his hand not because she's scared but rather Because it's been so long since she experienced touch especially after her fatehrs death. As Charlie continued moving her hand closer Alastor got impatient and quickly grabbed it shaking It vigorously. “ pleased to be meeting you princess Charlie, the names Alastor”. Charlie held up her hand as she felt the new sensations of touch run through her fingers.

“Alastor, how would you like to stay here”. Alastor was estatic he had gotten exactly What he wanted. He wants Power control and to be on top. Befriending the princess of hell was probably the easiest way to do that. As soon as he could get close enough to the princess he could take her out and he'd finally Be free. if he could just get his hands on her he could finally unleash the chains. If he failed he would die. This is the one shot at freedom he has and is determined to nit mess it up. He hummed as he stored his Chin and acted as if he was pondering. He likes to keep people on their toes even though he's someone Who's always extremely sure of himself.” Well I suppose I could stay and help you with a few things”. “Oh thank you alastor you won't regret this”. Charlie cried out as she wrapped her arms around his waist hugging him aggressively Alastors body and arms went stiff at the gesture.He wasn't used to pyschial touch most people thought that due to his demeanor he hated it but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Its been awhile since he's experienced any kind of compassion or affection at least to this degree. He used to have heartfelt interactions with his dear friend Rosie that he enjoyed but she'd been busy managing one of The Lunar colonies And they didn't get to see eachother that much. He would have reciprocated and held her back, at least do he could get her to trust him enough for his plan, but the sudden Suprie of human emotion Just left him there, motionless. “Umm, Well is there anything you need you need help with at the moment?” Alastor asked. Usually he'd never stutter or use Filler words like “umm” or “like. It ruined his perfect on top of the world persona that he wanted and did Display. He punished himself in hus head for such trivial Imperfections. Although to him any Imperfection might as well be the end, same reason he stitched his mouth into a smile. The stitches Were even sewn perfectly The only reason he was aware of them was because he was there when he gave stitched it. A chivel At that perfect image would make him crumble. “If you want to do anything I have a list on the fridge I'll give you first pick sense you're helping me, Oh wait you Just got here, don't you wanna go to Your room and get settled first?”

“Oh, you meant like stay here?”

“Yes, if you want I assume you're from one Of the Lunar colonies so I wouldn't want you to have to travel to far Everyday. I can show you to your room If you want?”

“Why I do suppose it would be umm difficult To travel So far everyday to help you”. Charlie then walked alastor Up to his room and left him to get used to the new setting. Alastor layed down and snapped his bags into The room. He could have just telephoned Everyday but his power was getting weaker and the princess doesn't have To know it. If he stayed here he cab Aldo get closer To the princess then Just helping her out everyday. While he feels remorseful for having to do such a thing to such a kind he soul he knows it has to be done. He's alone and can finally gather himself and pick himself back up to perfection. As he lied down sinking into the mattress, the pain Started lessening, not completely gone by any means but his pain was now bearable instead of the excruciating Experience he usually had. No one, not even God heard his screams of pain. Anyone else living through This would have () and so did alastor but with his dear he couldn't even get rid of the Pain he was in, he was trapped but this was usual and he did feel the comfort draped over him and fell Asleep comfortably. Charlie walked in the living room heading to bed she was so Exhausted she felt like she was about to collapse. All she did was lay in bed all day and she was still exhausted. Her brain tended to keep her up late. Charlie felt as if she couldn't walk anymore and then plopped onto the couch stretching her limbs out and almost immediately falling asleep. Keekee curled up on Charlie's Back ad she snored not even out of her formal attire.

[triada-literaria]

Wrap Up Junio 2024

Soy consciente de que subo esta entrada muy tarde pero es que he tenido muy poco tiempo y no quería dejar de pasar la oportunidad de

Soy consciente de que subo esta entrada muy tarde pero es que he tenido muy poco tiempo y no quería dejar de pasar la oportunidad de mostrar las lecturas del mes de junio.

Durante el mes pasado leí 7 libros y debo decir que han sido bastante satisfactorios: he leído un libro de no ficción (algo que no suelo hacer mucho), avanzado con lecturas pendientes y sagas y además me he topado con una de mis mejores lecturas en lo que va de año.

En junio he leído:

[con-libros]

wrap-up junio 2024

A alguien más le ha sorprendido lo rápido que ha pasado todo este tiempo? es decir, estamos ya a mitad de año y yo sigo sin creérmelo, de todos modos, aquí están los librillos que pude leer en junio:

✦El sombrero del mago (4☆): cuento infantil muy confortante

✦Las intermitencias de la muerte (3☆): audiolibro muy reflexivo

✦Highly suspisious and unfairly cute (4☆): un romance adolescente que disfrute un montón

✦The silent companios (3☆): una historia gótica oscura muy buena

Había supuesto que por mi carga de trabajo terminaría leyendo bastante menos, por fortuna no fue así y termine leyendo una buena cantidad de libros, uno de ellos siendo un audilibro que fue relativamente corto para lo que esperé, y mas profundo de lo que creí, y cabe destacar que me he llevado una grata sorpresa con el romance que leí este mes, ya que termino gustándome bastante, y en general, casi como siempre todos cumplieron con entretener y fueron muy buenos, me ayudaron a soportar el que, creo yo, fue el peor mes para mi estado anímico y mi salud mental, realmente ser mujer apesta no lo recomiendo.

[m-andrade-87]

WRAP UP SERIES ENERO JUNIO

Hola mis pequeños dragones, estos últimos meses he empezado a ver varias series bastante variopintas. Empezamos SHOGUN (2024) Basada en la novela homónima de James Clavell, en ella se cuenta como un marino inglés acabará metido en las intrigas del Japón feudal tras encallar en costas niponas. De esta serie hablé hace un par de meses en una entrada en la que recomendé algunos productos…

[tinuwel]

¿Cómo va la semana? La mía muy bien, es lo que tiene el horario de verano 🙌🙌 Luego en septiembre sufriré 😂 Y este montón que veis es la preparación del wrap up de junio. No ha estado mal ☺️ ¿Cómo hacéis el recuento de lecturas mensuales? ¿Goodreads? ¿Reading journal? ¿Nada? Contadme 🤗 #booksarelife #bookcommunity #booknerdigan #bookpassion #bookrecommendation #bookreview #greatreads #bookquotes #bookobsessed #totalbooknerd #bookgram #readmorebooks #alwaysreading #bookphoto #booksofinsta #bookart #TW #lecturadirecta #booknookstagram #bookcollection #bookoftheday #bookpile #junewrapup https://www.instagram.com/p/CQtzef0FZJF/?utm_medium=tumblr

[fedoremelianenkodevoted]

Russia’s MMA legend Fedor Emelianenko not intending to wrap up sports career

The Russian fighter boasts an impressive career record of 39 wins 

World-renowned, legendary MMA heavyweight fighter Fedor Emelianenko of Russia has not been mulling over wrapping up his sports career so far, the prominent athlete told TASS on Friday.

"My sports career is slowly nearing its conclusion, though I am looking forward for more fights. Time will only tell," Emelianenko said in an interview with TASS.

"It will all depend on the way I feel and on my desire to carry on fighting," Russia’s prominent fighter answered after being asked if he still wanted to enter the Octagon.

Emelianenko, who will be celebrating his 44th birthday on September 28, is expected by the mixed martial arts experts to hold another fight before the end of the year.

In October 2019, Emelianenko announced that he intended to go on a farewell tour of three fights and one of his bouts would be organized in Russia. After defeating Jackson last December, Emelianenko had to fight two more bouts.

"It is true that I have two more fights," Emelianenko said adding "I feel quite good myself, feeling as if I am 34 or 35 years old at the moment instead of my soon-to-be 43 years age."

In late December 2019, Emelianenko defeated Quinton ‘Rampage’ Jackson of the United States in the Bellator competition in Japan. On December 29, 2019, the 43-year-old Russian MMA veteran beat his opponent by KO in the first round of the bout at the Saitama Arena. Two minutes and 59 seconds after the start of the bout, Emelianenko dealt a powerful right blow, flooring the American.

It was the seventh bout for Emelianenko, who took his numerous fans worldwide by surprise in July 2015 by announcing his return to professional sports after an almost three-year hiatus.

During his retirement period, Emelianenko held the post of the Russian MMA Union’s president and had also served from November 2012 as an advisor to then-Russian Sports Minister Vitaly Mutko.

The Russian fighter boasts an impressive career record of 39 wins (15 by KO/TKO; 15 by submission; nine by decision) and six defeats in his 19-year-long MMA career and is dubbed in the world of MMA as ‘The Last Emperor.’

After his comeback in 2015, Emelianenko held seven fights to date, defeating India’s Jaideep Singh, then clinching another victory over Brazil’s Fabio Maldonado. In June 2017 he lost by TKO to US fighter Matt Mitrione. In April 2018, he defeated US heavyweight Frank Mir with a KO win in the first round and in October 2018 he enjoyed a TKO triumph over American fighter Chael Sonnen. In January 2019, he lost by TKO (punches) to Ryan ‘Darth’ Bader of the United States and then knocked out US fighter Quinton ‘Rampage’ Jackson in December 2019.

Born on September 28, 1976 in the town of Rubezhnoye in Ukraine’s southeast, Emelianenko fought his way to the top earning numerous champions titles throughout his career.

He is the MMA Pride Fighting Championships Heavyweight Champion (2003-2007), FIAS World Combat Sambo Championship Heavyweight Champion 2002, 2005, 2007 and Russian Judo Federation National Championship bronze medalist (1998, 1999).

In 2009, the esteemed American sports magazine, Sports Illustrated, named him "the top MMA fighter of the decade.".

MOSCÚ, 21 de agosto / TASS, Igor Lazorin /. El legendario y mundialmente famoso luchador de peso pesado de MMA Fedor Emelianenko de Rusia no ha estado reflexionando sobre cómo terminar su carrera deportiva hasta ahora, dijo el destacado atleta a TASS el viernes. "Mi carrera deportiva se está acercando lentamente a su conclusión, aunque espero más peleas. El tiempo solo lo dirá", dijo Emelianenko en una entrevista con TASS. "Todo dependerá de cómo me sienta y de mi deseo de seguir luchando", respondió el destacado luchador de Rusia después de que le preguntaran si todavía quería entrar en el octágono. Los expertos en artes marciales mixtas esperan que Emelianenko, quien celebrará su 44 cumpleaños el 28 de septiembre, celebre otra pelea antes de fin de año.

En octubre de 2019, Emelianenko anunció que tenía la intención de realizar una gira de despedida de tres peleas y una de sus peleas se organizaría en Rusia. Después de derrotar a Jackson en diciembre pasado, Emelianenko tuvo que pelear dos combates más. "Es cierto que tengo dos peleas más", dijo Emelianenko y agregó que "yo mismo me siento bastante bien, sintiéndome como si tuviera 34 o 35 años en este momento en lugar de los 43 que pronto tendré". A finales de diciembre de 2019, Emelianenko derrotó a Quinton ‘Rampage’ Jackson de los Estados Unidos en la competencia Bellator en Japón. El 29 de diciembre de 2019, el veterano ruso de MMA de 43 años venció a su oponente por KO en la primera ronda de la pelea en el Saitama Arena. Dos minutos y 59 segundos después del inicio de la pelea, Emelianenko asestó un poderoso golpe de derecha, derribando al estadounidense. Fue el séptimo combate de Emelianenko, quien sorprendió a sus numerosos fanáticos en todo el mundo en julio de 2015 al anunciar su regreso a los deportes profesionales después de una pausa de casi tres años. Durante su período de jubilación, Emelianenko ocupó el cargo de presidente de la Unión rusa de MMA y también se desempeñó desde noviembre de 2012 como asesor del entonces ministro de Deportes ruso, Vitaly Mutko.

El luchador ruso cuenta con un impresionante récord de carrera de 39 victorias (15 por KO / TKO; 15 por sumisión; nueve por decisión) y seis derrotas en su carrera de 19 años en MMA y es apodado en el mundo de MMA como 'The Last Emperador.' Después de su regreso en 2015, Emelianenko sostuvo siete peleas hasta la fecha, derrotando al indio Jaideep Singh, luego consiguiendo otra victoria sobre el brasileño Fabio Maldonado. En junio de 2017 perdió por nocaut técnico ante el luchador estadounidense Matt Mitrione. En abril de 2018, derrotó al peso pesado estadounidense Frank Mir con una victoria por KO en la primera ronda y en octubre de 2018 disfrutó de un triunfo por nocaut técnico sobre el luchador estadounidense Chael Sonnen. En enero de 2019, perdió por nocaut técnico (golpes) ante Ryan ‘Darth’ Bader de los Estados Unidos y luego noqueó al peleador estadounidense Quinton ‘Rampage’ Jackson en diciembre de 2019.

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Mothers know best

Summary: Since they have been kids, they have been best friends. Since they have been friends, their mothers wanted them to be together. After coming back from the east coast, Felicity takes over a position at Queen Consolidated, the company her best friend will soon take over from his father. Their mothers still push for them to be together, and they seem closer to that goal than ever because wedding bells are ringing. The only problem is that they both plan to get married to someone else.

Rating: Explicit

Previous chapters: 1  2  3

Chapter 4 of 21: Fargin

= To wholeheartedly appreciate the success of others (Yiddish)

 Oliver couldn’t contain the smile on his face as the hot water pelted down on his skin. He was going to spend most of his day with Felicity since they had a lot to work on now that she was going to become Junio CEO alongside him. Adding the plans that he had for the afternoon, this day was just promising to be great.

He couldn’t even say when he had been in a good mood like this the last time. It was just that everything seemed to be perfect now.

He lived in a loft that was all his and that he loved very much. He had a great relationship with his parents and his sister. He had an amazing fiancée. His best friend was back in Starling City, so they were able to see each other whenever they wanted and actually meet up rather than just using a video chat. They were also working together, so even during the busiest of times in their jobs they would see each other anytime. With his little secret hobby, he had even found a real purpose in life that made him feel good. That he had been voted hottest businessman under thirty years was just the topping on the cake.

Right now, Oliver had everything he could possibly want in life, so he had every reason to smile even though he had to get up at six in the morning.

Turning off the stream of water, Oliver opened the shower door and grabbed his towel. He dried himself quickly before he wrapped the towel around his hips and stepped out of the shower and towards the mirror. Looking at his reflection and moving his fingers through his stubble, he considered shaving. He had never been a real fan of the stubble in the first place. He had mainly just been too lazy to shave every other way.

“Still no shaving?”

With perked up eyebrows Oliver turned around. He chuckled when he saw McKenna leaning in the frame of the door and watching him with a soft smile on her lips.

“No,” Oliver replied with a grin. “Not yet.”

McKenna puckered her lips and cocked her head at Oliver. Slowly, she walked over to him. Her short silken nightgown with the fine lace at the chest emphasized her tall and slim body. She looked incredibly sexy, definitely not like she had just gotten out of bed. It was one of those miraculous things about McKenna. She almost looked like she was ready to go out on the catwalk, and it was all just her natural beauty.

Stopping in front of him, McKenna put her hands on his chest and stroked her fingers up and down his defined muscles. Her long fingernails scraped over his skin lightly and teasingly, and it felt good. Oliver just pushed his tongue into his cheek and watched her though.

“Not even if I-“ McKenna straightened up onto the tip of her toes and brushed her lips against his. Her teeth dug into his bottom lip slightly before she pulled back and looked at him with a seductive expression in her eyes. “-ask very nicely?”

Oliver faltered for a moment, considering her offer, before he leaned down to bring his lips impossibly close to McKenna’s, so they were almost touching already when he replied, “No. Not even then.”

McKenna needed a second before she could progress his answer, but only a second later they were both chuckling already. Shaking her head, she pecked his lips once more and shoved him away playfully.

“Fine, I’ll give up.” She chuckled and snuggled back up to him, even closer this time. “I missed your shower, so maybe you want to join me for mine?”

Her fingers were already dancing around his hips, following the hem of the towel. As much as Oliver might love to give in, he knew he couldn’t though. With a sigh, he grabbed her wrists and pushed them away gently.

“Sorry,” he said. “As wonderful as that offer sounds, I am supposed to be in the office at eight-thirty to meet Felicity, and she really doesn’t like me to be late.”

There was a glimpse in McKenna’s eyes that Oliver couldn’t understand. He wasn’t even sure what it was that he saw glimpsing in her eyes. A part of him almost believed it was jealousy, but McKenna had never been the jealous kind because she had no reason to. He had never been unfaithful to her and if he had flirted with some woman during their relationship, it had never been more than a little flirtation on his part.

As quickly as the glimpse had been there, it was quickly gone again, so Oliver figured that it wasn’t important.

He pecked McKenna’s lips briefly once more before he turned back to the sink and started brushing his teeth. Meanwhile McKenna took off her nightgown and got under the shower.

“Do you know when you will be home tonight?” she asked as the turned on the water. “I was wondering if maybe we could go through some plans for the wedding tonight. It’s only a couple of weeks to our wedding, and we haven’t really planned anything yet.”

Still brushing his teeth, Oliver turned around and leaned back against the sink. He watched the outline of McKenna’s body behind the fogged shower glass as she continued shampooing her hair and frowned slightly.

“Do you regret it?”

“Regret what?”

“That we decided to get married so soon,” Oliver said. “I mean it is a lot of planning and there really isn’t much time, so-“

“I don’t regret it at all.” McKenna put her hand to the shower wall and wiped away some of the fog, so he could see her face. “Do you?”

“No,” Oliver said firmly, shaking his head. “The sooner we get married, the better.”

“Exactly,” McKenna agreed, nodding her head. “And I’d prefer something small anyway though I guess the Queen-standards for small are not what I assume them to be.”

Oliver chuckled and rinsed his mouth with water. McKenna was right. They probably weren’t.

When Oliver had turned eight years old, his mother had told him that they would do a small birthday for him. That small birthday had included half of his classmates being invited, a bouncy castle being arranged and a giant buffet being set. Felicity’s small birthday party a couple of weeks before on the other hand had been the two of them together in her room with a bowl of popcorn and a collection of movies.

In Queen-Standards, small just wasn’t what the word made it sound like.

As McKenna got out of the shower, Oliver walked over to his dresser and changed into some boxer briefs before moving over to his wardrobe and taking out a llight grey suit with a steel-blue tie. His hair was dry by now, and he added some gel to it blindly before he headed downstairs into the kitchen to brew a fresh pot of coffee, tying his shoes while he was waiting for the coffee percolate.

He tried to quit caffeine, but he hadn’t been successful with quitting it completely yet. Since Felicity had been back, it had even gotten harder to limit himself to one or two mugs a day as Felicity was drinking coffee like water. He doubted there had been a single day in the ten days that she had been back that she hadn’t drunk at least two liters of coffee.

With the busy schedule today – because although he was just meeting with Felicity, they had a lot of work ahead of them – Oliver felt like he was in need of some caffeine though.

Like almost every morning when McKenna was working the late shift, by the time he had filled his coffee into his thermo mug, she was strolling down the stairs in her silk kimono. He quickly poured the rest of the coffee into a mug and handed it over to her. McKenna, just like Felicity, lived and died for coffee.

“Thanks.”

“You are very welcome.”

Oliver smiled at her before he turned away to close the lid of his thermo mug. He always drank his coffee on the way to work. The traffic through the heart of Starling was a nightmare at this time of the day. Of course he could follow Felicity’s example and walk to Queen Consolidated, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do so.

“So?” McKenna asked eventually. “Are you in for tonight?”

“Tonight?” Oliver frowned. “What’s tonight.”

McKenna rolled her eyes. “Wedding planning, Ollie.”

“Oh, right!” Oliver slapped his hand in front of his forehead. “Sorry, my head’s full with work stuff right now.”

McKenna nodded slowly when he turned around to her. Her smile might have wavered a little, but the ghost of it was still there.

“Should we delay the wedding planning?”

“No,” Oliver replied quickly, shaking his head. “No, of course not. “I will make it.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, cocking her head. “I know how important it is to you to make sure everything goes smoothly with Felicity’s introduction into the company and-“

“No, no.” Oliver said quickly because although he knew McKenna wouldn’t offer this if she didn’t mean it, he figured they really had to start working on the basic decisions for their wedding. “Or, yes, it is important to me, but that doesn’t mean that our wedding has to come short. We will do this. Tonight. I will ask Felicity if she has time to join us too.”

McKenna nodded. “Yes, sure. She is your best woman after all.”

“Exactly though I still have to ask her actually.”

Oliver moved his fingers through his hair almost a little bit nervously. He had never really thought he’d ever get married, so he couldn’t say that he had always imagined Felicity to be at his side when he tied the knot. Since he had decided to propose to McKenna, he had known that he had wanted her to be his best woman though.

He just hoped that with her new job and her new relationship and her own wedding ahead she’d still agree to do this. It would mean the world to him.

“I might have mentioned it to her already,” McKenna said carefully. “She’d love to do it.”

“Okay, great.” Despite his surprise that McKenna had brought that up during the short time she had talked to Felicity so far, Oliver felt a smile of relief spreading on his chest. “I will ask her today anyway to make it official, you know?”

“Of course.” McKenna smiled. “I am sure she will be happy to do it though.”

Oliver nodded, taking in a deep breath. He really hoped McKenna was right.

“So, let’s say we will meet at six at your parent’s home?” McKenna asked. “I will call Moira later and ask her if she has time to help us. She offered to help after all.”

“She will love it,” Oliver assured McKenna, keeping to himself that his mother would probably snatch most of the planning away from them anyway. “Let’s just say seven though. I have something else to do.”

“With Felicity?”

Oliver stumbled about her question a little. Though there had been no sign of reproach in her voice, he could almost hear the hidden question that was lying beneath there. He quickly shook his head.

“No, there is something else.”

McKenna just nodded her head and it made Oliver frown slightly. Maybe she wasn’t that comfortable with his best friend being a woman than she had tried to make him believe so far. She wouldn’t be the first to have a little bit of trouble with how close he and Felicity was.

Oliver couldn’t count how many of his girlfriends in high school had had problems with that. They had been jealous or whatever. It had always been one of the reasons why the relationship had ended eventually.

Placing his thermo mug on the kitchen counter, Oliver went over to McKenna. He wrapped his arms around her waist loosely and took in her face.

“You didn’t really have the chance to get to know Felicity yet,” Oliver said, “but you did talk a little when I was late to our coffee last week and during brunch. Are you two getting along?”

It was actually a question he had wondered about a lot before Felicity had eventually moved here. In high school, when his girlfriend hadn’t gotten along with Felicity or the fact that she was an important person in his life, he had just dumped them. Back then, it had been as easy as that.

Now it was different though. McKenna wasn’t just any girlfriend. She was his fiancée. She was here to stay, so it was important to him that she and Felicity were getting along.

Just like Felicity insisted that it was important to her that he and Carter got along though Oliver had failed miserably at trying so far.

“You are right. We didn’t really have the chance to get to know each other,” McKenna replied with a soft smile, “but she is your best friend and she seemed really nice. I mean she is funny and kind and smart. I hope that we will become friends eventually.”

Oliver smiled with relief. Felicity and McKenna were quite different, but so were he and McKenna. Maybe, with some luck, the two women would become friends and all problems there could possibly grow from his best friend being a woman would be nipped in the bud.

“Great. That is exactly what I wanted to hear.” With a quick glance at his watch, he pecked her lips chastely. “And now I gotta head to work.”

McKenna smiled. “Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

Oliver grabbed his travel mug and his keys and walked towards the door. He lifted his hand for a brief wave and stepped out of the door.

Today really was promising to be a great day already.

* * *

“Let me get this straight,” Felicity said, frowning as she looked at the charts of numbers Oliver had just handed to her. “You are telling me that the production of the bio-stimulant implants is already more expensive than anyone who isn’t a billionaire is able to pay, so no insurance will pay for it either, and the key piece of the implant is not even functioning reliably yet.”

Oliver pursed his lips. He wished there was a way that he could honestly say no to this and twist the words a little, so it didn’t sound that much like a dead-end. After he had defended this project to Carter during brunch, unable to admit that he might not be as successful as the neurosurgeon, he didn’t want Felicity to believe that he had lied.

“There is still hope.” Oliver cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the doubting tone in his voice. “I mean if we just find a more profitable way to produce-“

“No, no, no!”

Felicity shook her head firmly. She shot him a brief glance over the rim of her glasses before she looked back at the charts of charges the project had already required from them. Frowning, she grabbed her umpteenth mug of coffee and took in the numbers almost like she wanted to memorize them.

Oliver pressed his lips together and rolled them into his mouth slightly as he watched her. He guessed he had to admit that Carter had been kind of right. As promising as it was, there was no use in producing a semi-good piece of tech that was basically unaffordable anyway.

“There is still a little hope there,” Oliver repeated carefully, clearing his throat once more, as he wasn’t ready to admit defeat just yet. “I mean if we just find a way to make the production more affordable and-“

“No.”

Felicity’s voice was firm when she interrupted him. She put the piece of paper away with a shake of her head and lifted her gaze to him.

“No, if we are doing this, and God knows we will do this because this project is gold, we are doing this right,” Felicity told him. “We will invest even more money until the implant is functioning perfectly. There can’t be any normal malfunctions or something like that. Those have to be a rareness. After that, we will try to find a way to make it affordable for the general public.”

Oliver perked up his eyebrows. He wasn’t sure if he was more surprised that she wanted to continue working on this or about how she wanted to work on it. He knew that Felicity had quite a different perspective at something like this though. As a geek, she was just much more likely to see the technical side of their development, while Oliver saw the financial side of things. He looked at the red numbers in bold print on the paper briefly before he looked back at Felicity again.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked. “This project already cost a lot of money. If we invest even more money into developing the functions rather than making the product affordable, we might have a great implant at the end, but we have to tell everyone interested in it that they will never be able to afford it.”

“Maybe,” Felicity said, “but it doesn’t make sense to make it affordable before we know how to make it work properly. I have a couple of ideas for both developments that are needed, but we have to take one step at a time. The product is only promising if it works properly. As long as it doesn’t work properly, it can’t be on the market anyway.”

“But it would be like holding out a treasure for the people and telling them that they will never get it,” Oliver said. “It’s not fair.”

“It will give them hope,” Felicity objected, shaking her head. “If we make this work, even if we run out of money doing so, it’s still a greater success. People might even donate us money to help moving this project along if we really lose all our money.”

Oliver didn’t even want to think about what would happen if the company’s money was going to get lost during the first project he and Felicity had decided to take on. His father would probably behead him since the company had spruced those last years under his leadership.

“And you really think that we can make it work?” Oliver asked. “To make the biostimulant work and to make it affordable?”

Felicity cocked her head and narrowed her eyes at him teasingly. “What happened to If someone can make it work, it’s her?”

Oliver puckered his lips and nodded his head slightly. She was right. He had said that he trusted her to make this project successful after all. So all doubts aside, he should actually trust her now that she had trust in the success of the project.

“You are right,” he said. “If you say we can make it, we will make it.”

“Good, Partner.” Felicity smiled proudly. “Let me take care of the work at the implant and just make sure we are not running out of money in the meantime.”

Oliver chuckled. “Don’t worry about that, Partner. I already have an idea where we can spare some money to invest in the further developments.”

They smiled at each other for a long moment, both relieved that they had come to an agreement in this. They had put the discussion about what to do with this project at the very end of their long work day because they had feared it would take a lot of time to decide what to do about it. That just hadn’t been the case.

“We make a pretty good team, you and I,” Oliver said, and there was no surprise in his voice. “An even better one than I thought we’d make.”

Felicity’s smile widened. “We just complement each other perfectly. You know the company and where to scrape together some money. I understand what we are working on and know what is needed to be innovative in this branch.”

“Absolutely.” Oliver nodded his head in agreement and leaned back in his chair. “But I think that’s enough for today.”

“Thank God,” Felicity replied with a sigh that turned into a chuckle at the expression that spread on his face. “My head’s already spinning. I am not used to working through papers for so long. It’s the part I leave up to you gladly.”

“Hey, if you go down to the nerds in our operating departments, sure.”

Felicity chuckled. “Don’t worry. I speak Nerdish fluently.”

“Oh, I know you do. You are one of them after all.”

There was a long moment of silence as they were catching their breaths after the long time of work. They had only made a brief pause to grab some lunch. After that, they had gone right back to work, so it was no surprise that they needed some time to recover now. As much as they had enjoyed working together and as quickly as the time had seemed to pass, it had still been a long time of work.

Back in high school, when Felicity had studied with Oliver for every test and every exam they had had, time hadn’t passed so quickly. Every moment had been torture to him. Only the fact that Felicity had been there with him and had tried to add some fun to the learning had made him go through with it anyway.

It was different now since they were working together at equals. Oliver could still learn a lot from Felicity as she knew better than anyone else what all the developments their employees were coming up with meant. Maybe for the first time in their lives, Felicity could learn something from Oliver too though. She could learn the ropes of the company and the finances that made her work possible.

It was a good feeling.

Eventually, Oliver cleared his throat. “So, how are things between you and Carter? Did you fully move in with him yet?”

A grin spread on Felicity’s face, but she tried to bite it back when she answered, “Yes, I did. His apartment is incredible. It’s in an old building with high ceilings and a lot of old double doors. It’s lovely. You and McKenna should visit us someday.”

Oliver released a strangled noise. Just thinking about going to visit Carter Bowen seemed ridiculous. It was Carter Bowen after all.

At the quite sad expression that spread on Felicity’s face, he regretted it though. Felicity was trying to really get to know McKenna, so he owed it to Felicity to do the same for Carter.

He grabbed Felicity’s hand on the tabletop and squeezed it comfortingly until she lifted her gaze and locked eyes with him. He squeezed her hand once more, stroking his thumb over the knuckles of her fingers.

“I am trying,” he told her. “I promise I will do my best and really try to get to know Carter and maybe even like him.”

Felicity sighed and turned more towards him. Her fingers held onto his hand when she lifted her other hand to stroke her fingers through his stubble. She always did that in this gentle way that Oliver enjoyed so much.

“I know it’s rough for you because of how your mother always made Carter look like the perfect son,” she said, “but it’s all I am asking from you. Just try.”

Oliver nodded his head. He knew it would be impossibly hard, not just because it was Carter, they were talking about but also because it was about Felicity. When Thea had had her first serious boyfriend, Oliver had made sure the guy knew exactly what would happen to him if he hurt his little sister. Felicity was just as important to him as Thea, and he wanted to spare her heart from any heartbreak as much as he had wanted to spare Thea’s.

If Carter was the one Felicity had given her heart to, he would do his best to respect that. Even though it would be hard.

“Have you and McKenna made any progress with the wedding planning yet?” Felicity asked eventually and pulled both of her hands back to loosen her hair tie and redo her high ponytail once more. “It’s about time I’d say.”

“We want to meet later today,” Oliver told her. “And speaking of, I’d like you to come too. I think McKenna and I could use your help since you are probably the only one who is able to keep my mother in check?”

“I am?”

Oliver chuckled. “I think she’s still trying to stay in your good graces, almost like she thinks you might become her daughter-in-law after all.”

“I am not.”

“You and I know that,” Oliver replied with a wide grin, “but I doubt she does.”

Felicity chuckled, but it ended in a sigh. They both knew that their mothers would probably never lose hope that they would get together one day. They had quit being too obvious about it, especially since they were both engaged to someone else now, but Oliver didn’t doubt that they had abandoned that hope of one day yet.

“Now, is that the only reason you want me to be there?”  There was a playful smile on Felicity’s lips when she perked up her eyebrows and cocked her head. “Or is there something else?”

Oliver grinned, knowing exactly what to do. Since McKenna had already mentioned to her that he wanted her to be his best woman, he guessed she wanted to be asked officially, so that would be exactly what she’d get.

Getting up from his chair, Oliver stepped next to Felicity’s chair. He turned it around at the armrests, so she was facing him. His grin widened when Felicity leaned back and looked up at him with an amused sparkle in her eyes.

“Felicity Meghan Smoak.” His voice was soft as he spoke and got down on one knee in front of her, feeling his heartbeat quickening a little though he couldn’t really say why. She chuckled, slapping her hands in front of her mouth, but Oliver took one of her hand to hold it between both of his. He waited until she looked at him again. “You have been and still are the best friend I ever had. We have gone through so much together, and I want you to be there when I take the next important step in my life. So, will you please do me the honor of becoming my best woman?”

Felicity chuckled, nodding her head. “Of course I will.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, of course.”

They both beamed at each other for a moment before Oliver got up, pulling Felicity up onto her feet too. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her into his arms slightly the way he had when he had picked her up from the train station ten days ago.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

Oliver chuckled. “Maybe a little.”

He set Felicity back to the floor and smiled at her happily. She straightened up onto the tip of her toes and kissed his cheek, making him smile only more.

“So, how about we celebrate our successful first decisions as well as me being your best woman now with a drink?” Felicity glanced at her watch briefly. “I mean it’s only four, so it might be a little bit early, but I think we deserve it.”

Oliver scrunched up his nose. “I would love to, but I actually have someplace to be.”

Felicity perked up her eyebrows. “With McKenna?”

There was a moment of hesitation. Oliver almost felt like this was a déjà-vu since he had had almost the same conversation with McKenna this morning. It almost seemed like the two most important women in his life were jealous of one another. The thought only made him chuckle and shake his head though.

“No,” he replied. “It’s something else.”

Felicity looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to go a little bit more into detail. For the break of a second, he even considered telling her where he was going. She would be the first to know. Though Oliver knew that, if he ever told someone about his secret hobby, it would be her, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her. Not yet.

“What?” she asked when Oliver shook his head. “You are not telling me?”

“No, I am not.”

Oliver chuckled at the incredulous expression on her face and took the jacket of his suit to put it on. He had taken it off at some point to roll up the sleeves of his white shirt and made himself a little bit more comfortable. He buttoned the topmost buttons of his shirt and straightened his tie a little.

“I can’t believe you aren’t telling me,” Felicity said, her voice still of disbelief, as she watched him packing together his stuff. “This is the second secret you are keeping from me now. What happened to our friendship?”

Oliver chuckled. He knew she was trying to guilt him into telling her, but he wouldn’t let her succeed. The secret he was keeping was a good one, and he wanted to keep it to himself for just a little while longer. One day he would tell her, and he was sure she’d understand.

“Our friendship is still perfect,” Oliver told Felicity leaning forward over the back of her chair and kissed her cheek like she had kissed his before. “I will see you tonight.”

“See you tonight,” Felicity agreed. “Secretmonger.”

Oliver only chuckled and shook his head once more as he walked out of the door. He knew Felicity wasn’t taking offense at the fact he wasn’t telling her the truth. He knew her too well to think she really meant it.

* * *

Once his car was safe in the parking lot, Oliver turned off the engine and made a mental note to use his motorcycle when he came here the next time. His cross-country vehicle just wasn’t the best choice when he was heading into the Glades. There weren’t enough parking lots, and the ones there were just weren’t big enough for his car.

Oliver got out of his car and locked the car as he quickly walked around it to the sidewalk. He stayed there for a moment, looking at the little building in front of him. Pride filled his chest as he looked at the big sign over the red doors.

The Geek Squad.

This building, what was inside and everything it stood for was what made his life worth living. The work he was doing at Queen Consolidated was important. The project he and Felicity were working on was supposed to give people hope. She was the one who would do most of the work there though. He was just making sure there was enough money for her to implement her plans. With The Geek Squad it was different though. This was all his.

Oliver took a quick look around to make sure nobody he knew and no reporter from the tabloids was here. Of course none of his friends and not even the most desperate reporter would follow him into the Glades. Most people he knew were avoiding getting here as the neighborhood was known to be dangerous because of the poverty the citizens here were suffering from.

It was why the Glades had been the perfect place for him to build The Geek Squad. The people he wanted to help – people who didn’t have the money to reach their goals alone and who didn’t have the money for their children to reach their goals either – were living here, and he could help them without being praised for it at all.

He knew it was probably weird that he didn’t want to be praised for the charity he was doing. Unlike his mother, who was doing charity work to be praised for it in the local newspaper as well as by her friends, Oliver didn’t want any of that. He just wanted to do this because he was right. He wanted to do this because he knew how important it was that girls of low-income families that were interested in STEM had to be supported. Their interests and their skills had to be supported early.

Oliver smiled, looking at the building. This was his baby. Unlike the company and all of his money that he was just inheriting from his father, this was something he had built from scratch. It was why it was the one thing in his life he was most proud of.

With another quick look around, Oliver finally crossed the sidewalk and snuck into the building. Behind the wide red doors, there was a large entrance room. The cheap PVC floor coating had a certain smell to it, just like the old wallpaper. Maybe one day Oliver would replace them with something that had less smell to it

For now, floor coating and wallpapers were the least of his worries though. Much more importantly was that the girls who were coming here regularly got a chance to really live their hobby and have their fun. He wanted them to learn something here, something neither the schools they were going to nor their parents had the money to offer them.

Stepping towards the reception where Rosalie Norris, the reliable and always friendly secretary, was working, he leaned his forearms onto the top of the counter and looked at her. Rosalie was completely focused on something on the monitor of her computer. Oliver was almost sure that he would see some cat videos playing there if he just turned his head to look at the monitor. He didn’t care enough to actually take a look though.

“Hi.”

Rosalie flinched as she turned around to him. Her cheeks reddened and she put her hand to her heart as she quickly closed the window on her computer. Only then she turned around to him more and looked at Oliver with an almost smitten smile.

“I am sorry,” she said, smiling widely. “I didn’t see you, Mr. Smoak.”

Mr. Smoak. Now that Felicity was actually living in Starling City again, it seemed a little weird that he had decided to use the surname Smoak to hide his real identity. It had just been the first name that had come to his mind when he had been asked about his surname. Felicity had been a part of his life for so long that her name came so natural to him. It had fallen from his name as easily as his real surname would have.

He was sure that most people would think it was weird that he was hiding his real name even from the people working here with him. The name Queen was quite popular in Starling City though. He was sure that if he had used his real surname, it would have already become public that he was leading this center.

“Don’t worry about it, Rosalie,” Oliver replied. “I haven’t waited for long. I guess it’s quiet today?”

It was quiet most days. Oliver wasn’t sure if The Geek Squad just needed more advertisement to make interested girl know there was a place they could go or if maybe there weren’t enough girls interested in this. Maybe he should just be happy there was a handful of girls he was able to help.

“Actually, there is a new girl that is interested.”

Oliver perked up his eyebrows. “There is?”

Rosalie nodded, smiling happily. “Yes, there is. Her name is Josephina, and she is eight years old. Carrie is currently showing her around.”

Oliver nodded. Carrie, as little as he thought of her as a person, was good at making girls like The Geek Squad. She was just able to convince them of this project better than Oliver was able to convince them of it. He guessed with his broad chest and defined muscles he was rather terrifying for the young girls.

“Thank you, Rosalie.”

“You are very welcome.” Rosalie smiled. “Mr. Smoak.”

Mr. Smoak. Oliver doubted that he’d ever get tired of being called that. There was just something to the way that name rang that he liked very much. It was probably the fact that it reminded him of old times when he had called Felicity Ms. Smoak during her internships at Queen Consolidated. He had loved teasing her like that.

Straightening his shoulders and taking in a deep breath, he left the reception and headed around the next corner into the hallway that led to the laboratories where the interested girls could try some tech stuff. His small office was somewhere there too.

He had just turned the corner when he already saw Carrie with a little girl by her side. The girl was smiling all over her face. Her braided plait was jumping up and down with her bouncing steps. He guessed that she liked what Carrie had showed to her.

“And that, Josie, is Mr. Smoak,” Carrie said gesturing towards Oliver. “He’s the one who built The Geek Squad.”

Smiling Oliver went down on his knees, so he didn’t look that frighteningly tall. Josephina hesitated for a moment before she walked over to him and reached out her hand for him.

“Hello, Mr. Smoak.”

Oliver smiled, shaking her head. “Hi, Josie. Did Carrie show you everything?”

Josie nodded. “She let me try the microscopes in the laboratory, and it was so cool. I looked at one of my hairs under it.”

“That’s indeed very cool,” Oliver replied, his smile widening given how happy Josie was. “If you come here again, you can look at my hair or Carrie’s hair or maybe the hair of your pet. Or maybe you want to try something else.”

“No, I want to see more under the microscope,” Josie replied. “We once used them in biology, but they aren’t as good as the ones here.”

“Yeah, we spent a lot of money on finding the best microscopes,” Oliver told her, “so if you want to use them, you just have to come back.”

Josie nodded excitedly. “I will. It’s so cool.”

Oliver smiled. When he had been at her age, or any age really, he doubted he would have had interest in microscopes. Anything that would have remotely reminded him of school couldn’t have been cool. School just hadn’t been something he had had fun at. Ever.

“Do you have someone to take you here?” Oliver asked Josephina. “Can your mom or your dad bring you here? You shouldn’t walk through the neighborhood alone.”

Josie shrugged her shoulders. “I always walk alone.”

There was no sadness in her voice because she probably didn’t know it any other way. Her words made Oliver sad though. No kid should walk through the Glades alone and feel like it was okay that way. He didn’t know if her parents had to work all day and couldn’t afford for someone to take care of Josie or if they just didn’t care enough. Either way it was sad, and he hoped that The Geek Squad would offer a safe place for Josie to stay.

“Mr. Smoak?”

Oliver perked up his eyebrows and smiled at her. “Yes?”

“Why did you call this The Geek Squad?”

The smile on Oliver’s lips widened even more and grew even softer. It had taken him a long time to decide on a name for this organization. Once he had found it, he had known that he had been blind before.

“You know, I have a very good friend, my best friend in the whole wide world actually,” Oliver said, “and she is unbelievably smart. I have never met anyone who is as smart as her. She is a real nerd, and her friend, her other friends, were nerds too. That is why I always called them The Geek Squad.”

“So you named it after them?”

“Actually,” Oliver said and cleared his voice quietly, “I named it after her. Whenever I read the name The Geek Squad, I have to think about her and I am reminded why I am doing this.”

“And why are you doing this?”

Oliver grinned. He loved if kids were nosy. Nosiness was the key to learning. He was pretty sure Felicity had said something like that to him year ago.

“I am doing this because my best friend-“

“-the one you named this The Geek Squad for.”

“Exactly.” Oliver chuckled. “She is very smart, but she was also very poor. Her father left the family and her mother didn’t have the money to support her interests. I don’t think that she really understood it either. She got help from someone though, someone who did have the money to support her and that is why she was able to go to MIT and make all her dreams come true.”

“She couldn’t do so herself?”

“Maybe she could have done,” Oliver replied honestly, “because she is not just smart but also incredibly strong. I still think it has been a lot easier with the way it has been for her. She didn’t have to work a crappy job to finance her studies, and she doesn’t have to pay debts for the rest of her life.”

Josie nodded. “What’s her name?”

Oliver smiled. “It’s Felicity.”

“Felicity.” Megan repeated the name in a soft whisper. “That’s a nice name.”

“She’s a nice person.” Oliver’s smile widened. “She’s the best.”

There was no doubt in his voice. In all the years he had known Felicity, he had always known that she was the one person he really needed in his life.

When Josie eventually left, he was left alone in the hallway with Carrie. She stepped closer to him, inappropriately close maybe. Her chin was almost resting on his upper arm. Oliver stepped a little aside.

“I gotta go to the office now,” he said, clearing his throat. “I have some orders to make.”

Carrie perked up her eyebrows. “New projects, Mr. Smoak?”

“Yes,” Oliver replied. “I want to expand our possibilities a little.”

“That sounds promising.”

Carrie fluttered her eyelashes. When she took a step towards him, already reaching out her hands to touch him, Oliver stepped away quickly.

“I gotta go now. Bye, Carrie.”

He hurried to his office and closed the door behind him. By now, he was quite talented at sneaking away from Carrie Cutter. Since he had hired her to work here, she had tried to flirt with him. Sometimes she was more aggressive and sometimes she was less aggressive. Either way, Oliver had always managed to sneak away from her though even if he had had to get creative about it sometimes.

With a sigh, Oliver walked over to his small desk and sat down behind it. His so-called office was more like a cubby, but he didn’t mind. As long as he was here, he didn’t need a big office like the one he had at QC. All the money he was investing into this organization was money that should benefit the girls that were coming here to learn something. That was what mattered.

Oliver switched on his laptop and went through the order he had already finished. He added a couple more things to order before he sent it. He didn’t want to go too big with this organization because he wanted the girls of the Glades to feel safe to come here.

Leaning back in his chair with a sigh, Oliver looked at the photo he had placed at the right edge of the desk. It showed him and Felicity on her high school graduation. It still amazed him how she had managed to graduate a year before him although she was a year younger had been through the loss of her father and her home in young years.

No matter what life had thrown at her, Felicity hadn’t let anything stop herself from going the way she needed to go and becoming the person she wanted to become. She had been strong and she had continued fighting to make her dreams come true.

He knew that his parents had been a great help because they had managed to offer Donna and Felicity a place to stay. They had given their lives stability after Noah Kuttler had left them with a life that could have easily broken down like a card house. They surely had helped for Felicity to reach what she had dreamed of.

Still, Oliver knew that Felicity had done a lot for that herself. She had never given up to ask questions and to continue learning. She had never let the complications of her life stop her from following her dreams.

She was probably the most inspirational person he had ever met.

If it wasn’t for her, he might have never built something like this. With his privileged life, he might have never seen how much other people were struggling. His life had been so easy that he would have probably been blind for the struggle of others if it hadn’t been for Felicity.

Knowing Felicity had made him realize that people not being able to reach their dreams had nothing to do with the fact that they weren’t trying enough or the fact that they didn’t have any dreams in the first place. Instead, it was just because they were growing up in the wrong circumstances.

In the Glades, people didn’t have money. They had to work crappy job to afford the basic necessities in life. He doubted there were a lot of parents that could offer their children good education programs in addition to school. The kids were lucky if they were able to get to school safely in the first place.

Girls, even girls from well-earning families, had trouble establishing themselves in STEM because it was still a male-dominated branch. Girls from low-income families had even more trouble because their skills weren’t even supported in the first place. Their talents just got lost in their crappy circumstances surrounding their lives.

If he could just help one single girl to become successful in STEM, it would have all been worth it. Just one single girl.

* * *

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XE3F8753 – Mijaíl Glinka (Михаил Иванович Глинка), Tikhvin Cemetery (Saint Petersburg)

Mijaíl Ivánovich Glinka (en ruso: Михаил Иванович Глинка; Novospásskoie, provincia de Smolensk, 1 de junio de 1804-Berlín, 15 de febrero de 1857) fue un compositor ruso, considerado el padre del nacionalismo musical ruso. Durante sus viajes visitó España, donde conoció y admiró la música popular española, de la cual utilizó el estilo de la jota en su obra La jota aragonesa. Recuerdos de Castilla, basado en su prolífica estancia en Fresdelval, «Recuerdo de una noche de verano en Madrid», sobre la base de la obertura La noche en Madrid, son parte de su música orquestal. El método utilizado por Glinka para arreglar la forma y orquestación son influencia del folclore español. Las nuevas ideas de Glinka fueron plasmadas en “Las oberturas españolas”. Glinka fue el primer compositor ruso en ser reconocido fuera de su país y, generalmente, se lo considera el ‘padre’ de la música rusa. Su trabajo ejerció una gran influencia en las generaciones siguientes de compositores de su país. Sus obras más conocidas son las óperas Una vida por el Zar (1836), la primera ópera nacionalista rusa, y Ruslán y Liudmila (1842), cuyo libreto fue escrito por Aleksandr Pushkin y su obertura se suele interpretar en las salas de concierto. En Una vida por el Zar alternan arias de tipo italiano con melodías populares rusas. No obstante, la alta sociedad occidentalizada no admitió fácilmente esa intrusión de "lo vulgar" en un género tradicional como la ópera. Sus obras orquestales son menos conocidas. Inspiró a un grupo de compositores a reunirse (más tarde, serían conocidos como "los cinco": Modest Músorgski, Nikolái Rimski-Kórsakov, Aleksandr Borodín, Cesar Cui, Mili Balákirev) para crear música basada en la cultura rusa. Este grupo, más tarde, fundaría la Escuela Nacionalista Rusa. Es innegable la influencia de Glinka en otros compositores como Vasili Kalínnikov, Mijaíl Ippolítov-Ivánov, y aún en Piotr Chaikovski. es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mijaíl_Glinka es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Cinco_(compositores)

Mikhail Ivanovich Glinka (Russian: Михаил Иванович Гл��нка; 1 June [O.S. 20 May] 1804 – 15 February [O.S. 3 February] 1857) was the first Russian composer to gain wide recognition within his own country, and is often regarded as the fountainhead of Russian classical music. Glinka’s compositions were an important influence on future Russian composers, notably the members of The Five, who took Glinka’s lead and produced a distinctive Russian style of music. Glinka was born in the village of Novospasskoye, not far from the Desna River in the Smolensk Governorate of the Russian Empire (now in the Yelninsky District of the Smolensk Oblast). His wealthy father had retired as an army captain, and the family had a strong tradition of loyalty and service to the tsars, while several members of his extended family had also developed a lively interest in culture. His great-great-grandfather was a Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth nobleman, Wiktoryn Władysław Glinka of the Trzaska coat of arms. As a small child, Mikhail was raised by his over-protective and pampering paternal grandmother, who fed him sweets, wrapped him in furs, and confined him to her room, which was always to be kept at 25 °C (77 °F); accordingly, he developed a sickly disposition, later in his life retaining the services of numerous physicians, and often falling victim to a number of quacks. The only music he heard in his youthful confinement was the sounds of the village church bells and the folk songs of passing peasant choirs. The church bells were tuned to a dissonant chord and so his ears became used to strident harmony. While his nurse would sometimes sing folksongs, the peasant choirs who sang using the podgolosochnaya technique (an improvised style – literally under the voice – which uses improvised dissonant harmonies below the melody) influenced the way he later felt free to emancipate himself from the smooth progressions of Western harmony. After his grandmother’s death, Glinka moved to his maternal uncle’s estate some 10 kilometres (6 mi) away, and was able to hear his uncle’s orchestra, whose repertoire included pieces by Haydn, Mozart and Beethoven. At the age of about ten he heard them play a clarinet quartet by the Finnish composer Bernhard Henrik Crusell. It had a profound effect upon him. "Music is my soul", he wrote many years later, recalling this experience. While his governess taught him Russian, German, French, and geography, he also received instruction on the piano and the violin. At the age of 13, Glinka went to the capital, Saint Petersburg, to study at a school for children of the nobility. Here he learned Latin, English, and Persian, studied mathematics and zoology, and considerably widened his musical experience. He had three piano lessons from John Field, the Irish composer of nocturnes, who spent some time in Saint Petersburg. He then continued his piano lessons with Charles Mayer and began composing. When he left school his father wanted him to join the Foreign Office, and he was appointed assistant secretary of the Department of Public Highways. The work was light, which allowed Glinka to settle into the life of a musical dilettante, frequenting the drawing rooms and social gatherings of the city. He was already composing a large amount of music, such as melancholy romances which amused the rich amateurs. His songs are among the most interesting part of his output from this period. In 1830, at the recommendation of a physician, Glinka decided to travel to Italy with the tenor Nikolai Kuzmich Ivanov. The journey took a leisurely pace, ambling uneventfully through Germany and Switzerland, before they settled in Milan. There, Glinka took lessons at the conservatory with Francesco Basili, although he struggled with counterpoint, which he found irksome. Although he spent his three years in Italy listening to singers of the day, romancing women with his music, and meeting many famous people including Mendelssohn and Berlioz, he became disenchanted with Italy. He realized that his mission in life was to return to Russia, write in a Russian manner, and do for Russian music what Donizetti and Bellini had done for Italian music. His return route took him through the Alps, and he stopped for a while in Vienna, where he heard the music of Franz Liszt. He stayed for another five months in Berlin, during which time he studied composition under the distinguished teacher Siegfried Dehn. A Capriccio on Russian themes for piano duet and an unfinished Symphony on two Russian themes were important products of this period. When word reached Glinka of his father’s death in 1834, he left Berlin and returned to Novospasskoye. While in Berlin, Glinka had become enamored with a beautiful and talented singer, for whom he composed Six Studies for Contralto. He contrived a plan to return to her, but when his sister’s German maid turned up without the necessary paperwork to cross to the border with him, he abandoned his plan as well as his love and turned north for Saint Petersburg. There he reunited with his mother, and made the acquaintance of Maria Petrovna Ivanova. After he courted her for a brief period, the two married. The marriage was short-lived, as Maria was tactless and uninterested in his music. Although his initial fondness for her was said to have inspired the trio in the first act of opera A Life for the Tsar (1836), his naturally sweet disposition coarsened under the constant nagging of his wife and her mother. After separating, she remarried. Glinka moved in with his mother, and later with his sister, Lyudmila Shestakova. A Life for the Tsar was the first of Glinka’s two great operas. It was originally entitled Ivan Susanin. Set in 1612, it tells the story of the Russian peasant and patriotic hero Ivan Susanin who sacrifices his life for the Tsar by leading astray a group of marauding Poles who were hunting him. The Tsar himself followed the work’s progress with interest and suggested the change in the title. It was a great success at its premiere on 9 December 1836, under the direction of Catterino Cavos, who had written an opera on the same subject in Italy. Although the music is still more Italianate than Russian, Glinka shows superb handling of the recitative which binds the whole work, and the orchestration is masterly, foreshadowing the orchestral writing of later Russian composers. The Tsar rewarded Glinka for his work with a ring valued at 4,000 rubles. (During the Soviet era, the opera was staged under its original title Ivan Susanin). In 1837, Glinka was installed as the instructor of the Imperial Chapel Choir, with a yearly salary of 25,000 rubles, and lodging at the court. In 1838, at the suggestion of the Tsar, he went off to Ukraine to gather new voices for the choir; the 19 new boys he found earned him another 1,500 rubles from the Tsar. He soon embarked on his second opera: Ruslan and Lyudmila. The plot, based on the tale by Alexander Pushkin, was concocted in 15 minutes by Konstantin Bakhturin, a poet who was drunk at the time. Consequently, the opera is a dramatic muddle, yet the quality of Glinka’s music is higher than in A Life for the Tsar. He uses a descending whole tone scale in the famous overture. This is associated with the villainous dwarf Chernomor who has abducted Lyudmila, daughter of the Prince of Kiev. There is much Italianate coloratura, and Act 3 contains several routine ballet numbers, but his great achievement in this opera lies in his use of folk melody which becomes thoroughly infused into the musical argument. Much of the borrowed folk material is oriental in origin. When it was first performed on 9 December 1842, it met with a cool reception, although it subsequently gained popularity. Glinka went through a dejected year after the poor reception of Ruslan and Lyudmila. His spirits rose when he travelled to Paris and Spain. In Spain, Glinka met Don Pedro Fernández, who remained his secretary and companion for the last nine years of his life. In Paris, Hector Berlioz conducted some excerpts from Glinka’s operas and wrote an appreciative article about him. Glinka in turn admired Berlioz’s music and resolved to compose some fantasies pittoresques for orchestra. Another visit to Paris followed in 1852 where he spent two years, living quietly and making frequent visits to the botanical and zoological gardens. From there he moved to Berlin where, after five months, he died suddenly on 15 February 1857, following a cold. He was buried in Berlin but a few months later his body was taken to Saint Petersburg and re-interred in the cemetery of the Alexander Nevsky Monastery. Glinka was the beginning of a new direction in the development of music in Russia Musical culture arrived in Russia from Europe, and for the first time specifically Russian music began to appear, based on the European music culture, in the operas of the composer Mikhail Glinka. Different historical events were often used in the music, but for the first time they were presented in a realistic manner. The first to note this new musical direction was Alexander Serov. He was then supported by his friend Vladimir Stasov, who became the theorist of this musical direction. This direction was developed later by composers of "The Five". The modern Russian music critic Viktor Korshikov thus summed up: "There is not the development of Russian musical culture without…three operas – Ivan Soussanine, Ruslan and Ludmila and the Stone Guest have created Mussorgsky, Rimsky-Korsakov and Borodin. Soussanine is an opera where the main character is the people, Ruslan is the mythical, deeply Russian intrigue, and in Guest, the drama dominates over the softness of the beauty of sound." Two of these operas – Ivan Soussanine and Ruslan and Ludmila – were composed by Glinka. Since this time, the Russian culture began to occupy an increasingly prominent place in world culture. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikhail_Glinka en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Five_(composers)

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WRAP UP 06/2022 Resumen literario del  mes de junio: - "Desayuno con Audrey" de @losbookdeesther - "La Culpa" de @alejandroschittino - "La Mala Flor" de @_diezeduardo - "Jaque Mate" de @jof_einsmag_autor #lectura #ebook #libros #autorasespañolas #autoresespañoles #lecturasrecomendadas  #bookaddict #booklover #megustaleer  #meencantaleer #leeresunplacer #leermola #bookstagramespaña #bookstagrammer #wrapup #wrapupjunio https://www.instagram.com/p/CfeQ-Xnofyi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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May Wrap Up

Books:

Maybe You Should Talk to Someone I don’t want to be an Empath Anymore Cazador de Sueños --- seguirlo en junio when harry met harry  the empath survival guide manual del cafe

Music: 

Bzrp Session 23 - Paulo Londra nota - nicki nicole paris - duki about damn time - lizzo supermodel - maneskin the foundations of decay - MCR me,myself and I - 5sos just friends - why don’t we arrancarmelo - wos si quieren frontear - duki argentina - trueno the funeral - yungblud killling me - coin grado de oscuridad - bandalos chinos dos - los mesoneros unconditional I - arcade fire skyline - khalid Cinema - harry styles

Events:

01: quilmes rock with lucho. uno de los mejores dias de mi vida. 

03: PERIOD- lots of pimples, tired, angry.

04: problemas en casa

07: dtr with lucho. treasure hunt y regalos. el bebito se emociono y lloro, me lo morfo. 

09: cobrar 

11: ir a dormir  a lo de lucho - hicimos gin en las copas nuevas, compramos helado, hicimos arepas, miramos videos de te lo resumo, fuimos juntos al baño jajaja y garchamos. lo amo

12: depilacion laser. BACK AT DOING EXERCISE. smores 

13: feel fat and anxious

14: ver a nico, comprar el regalo a jime, ir a lo de lucho a dormir

15: cumple de jime en sierras 

16: super tormenta

17: ir a buscar a lucho al condor despues del cem

18: censo con lucho 

19: planear tatuajes para julio, hacer pan de masa madre, mucho frio en casa

20: ansiosa y odiando mi cuerpo, comprarle libros a mirna? ir a lo de lucho a dormir

21: planes con lari y cata?? no coincidimos más y eso me pone triste aunque muchas veces haya sido mi culpa. -- clasificacion f1 -- love, death and robots con lucho -- mates y chipa con lucho y yando -- cafeteria AUGUSTUS con lucho -- IR AL CLUB TRI CON ANDER, le RE extrañaba. es lo más

22: carrera f1 con lucho, a leclerc se le apago el auto cuando iba primero -- sad porque lari no me contesta y la extrño -- mal con mi cuerpo -- me fui a dar una vuelta sola y lucho lo entendio -- DEMON SLAYER me encanta -- cena mexicana y vino

23: tramites -- comer mejor -- hacer ejercicio POR DIOS -- cosas de la casa, compras 

24: me desperte descompuesta y super bloated -- devolverle la plata a lucho -- 1 hora de ejercicio -- comi mejor -- cocine alfajorcitos de maicena -- ir a dormir a lo de lucho -- feeling in a better mood -- merienda con los chicos -- gin and tonics -- AMO kimetsu no yaiba -- ejercicio en la casa de lucho -- le compre una panquequera y un jarrito que le rompi

25: algo descompuesta -- ginecologa, nerviosa -- camine una hora -- pastillas -- hacerme estudios -- STOP SMOKING -- 48kg, less bloated but still fofa -- bloated at night, lowe tummy aches, tired. 

27: lucho me dio una copia de las llaves de su casa

28: PERIOD - bloated, pain, HEADACHE, ir a lo de lucho. -- me fue a buscar al trabajo

30: problemas en el trabajo con el listening del curso de adultos, made me feel anxious - terminamos de ver Kimetsu asdfg 

[corazondetintaweb]

Wrap Up: junio 2020

Wrap Up: junio 2020

¡Holi, corazones! ¿Qué tal estáis?

Por fin os traigo mi resumen de lecturas del mes de junio, que leí sobretodo manga y novelas gráficas. Espero que os guste la entrada y que os apuntéis libros a vuestra lista de pendientes.

Leí la segunda y tercera parte de Heartstopper y ya me puse al día para la siguiente publicación. Como os coemnté en el wrap up de mayo, esta historia es súper tierna y…

[con-libros]

wrap-up junio

Que mes más productivo, siento que hasta pude leer más si el trabajo y mis horarios me lo hubiesen permitido, eso es a lo que llamo 'ambición lectora en su máxima potencia 🔥’, aquí los libros que logre terminar:

● The red and The black (3☆): el clásico del mes anterior que me saco canas verdes por su insoportable protagonista 😩.

● La Mujer Justa (4.5☆): el libro que me agotó, satisfizo y me hizo exclamar por primera vez “ joder, esto si es literatura 🚬".

● The Man from the Train (5☆): un true-crimen con un final que me dio escalofríos 🙀.

● La gata (3.5☆): otro apasionante reencuentro con la prosa de mi querida Colette 😘.

● Nadie es más de aquí que tú (3☆): relatos muy raritos 🙃.

●  Ensayo sobre la ceguera (5☆): un audiolibro inesperadamente inquietante 💀.

Los libros cortos y el audiolibro han ayudado bastante a motivarme, y en definitiva el clima frio es el mejor para leer de todo.

Me alegra encontrar de corrido libros de 5 estrellas, y en realidad, todos me han entretenido mucho, solo abandoné uno que no figura en la lista (estará en un post de libros que abandone este año 🤷), y en general mi lado lector esta muy satisfecho.

Es muy alentador volver a sentir esas ansias de querer descubrir más historias, aunque también es un poco desesperante, de todos modos, espero que esta racha me dure bastante 🤞.

Como coincidencia curiosa, 3 de estos libros tratan sobre triángulos amorosos, recién caigo en cuenta 😅.

🔸 🔸 🔸 🔸 🔸 🔸 🔸 🔸 🔸 🔸 🔸

🏷 #booklover #bookstagram #bookstagramperu #bookstaexplore #wrapup .

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