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[gebbzsteelo]

Motëm - Dansewerks (2007)

[bumbelbee]

De charlatan show is teruuuuug ik kan hem horennnn

[aardvark-123]

~Fallout 4 Companions React to a Quiche Lorraine~

Ada would be mildly interested. "Ah, a savoury pastry dish with a cheese, egg, and bacon lardon filling. Packed with energy for a hard day's scavenging. It isn't often you find something that nice out here."

Cait would stare at the quiche in a mixture of desire and trepidation. "Janey Mack..." she'd whisper. "I haven't touched a quiche since my parents tried to drown me in one! Held my face under the delicious, creamy, cheese and onion-based filling until I blacked out, so they did, to punish me for sneaking food earlier. Bastards." Whoever offered Cait the Quiche Lorraine would be so horrified by her tale, they wouldn't notice her devouring the whole pastry without leaving them so much as a slice.

Codsworth would be pleasantly surprised to see such fine cuisine two hundred years after the apocalypse. "By George, where on Earth did you manage to find that?!" he'd exclaim. "Did you bake it? Good heavens, I simply MUST have the recipe!"

Curie would be worried about the quiche at first. "Alors, you cannot be certain zis dish is safe to consume! Given zat it smells so good, it cannot contain much in ze way of preservatives..." Then she'd take a small bite, and her eyes would light up. "OH! Sacre bleu, ze quiche, it is making LOVE to my tongue! Oh, help, I fear I shall BURST from ze sheer pleasure of it! Aaaah... If zis is ze last Quiche Lorraine in ze world, I shall die..."

Paladin Danse would grab your hand halfway to the quiche. "Not so fast, soldier," he'd say sternly. "One of our rules is that a knight cannot feed themself until they've fed the Brotherhood. Luckily, as I am also in said Brotherhood, you can fulfil your obligation by cutting me a slice first..."

Deacon would wear the Quiche Lorraine as a hat, after which he'd be too busy laughing to eat much of it.

Dogmeat would sniff the quiche. His ears would prick up in delight, and he'd give you a pleading look, as if asking for permission to tuck in. If you gave him the go-ahead, he'd spend five minutes chowing down on the quiche, as quite possibly the happiest dog in the world.

"Heheheh... Now, there's a tasty dish!" Porter Gage would laugh. "Reminds me of all my favourite things, like torturing innocent victims, and selling children into slavery. Good times!"

Glory hasn't had much contact with baked goods before, and at first she'd be confused by the Quiche Lorraine. She'd get the picture after a few mouthfuls. "Man! Now, THERE'S a pie that can look a girl's tongue right in the eye!" she'd exclaim upon finishing the quiche. "Just needs some chips, coleslaw and a side salad, and maybe some mustard... Wait, how the Hell do I know what those things are? Weird."

Hancock would complain that the quiche was too salty and needed a side of apple juice.

MacCready would be ever so excited to have a delicious Quiche Lorraine, but he'd freeze with his fork half-way to his mouth. "Is this- is this paid for?" he'd stammer. "I don't have to pay for the quiche, do I? Just checking. I mean, it's probably worth a few caps, but I don't want any nasty surprises in the financial department. So are we all square? Right, good. Just making sure."

"Well, I'll be damned," Nick would chuckle, seeing the Quiche Lorraine just sitting there. "Genuine pastry and egg, just like old Mrs Calkowski used to make in that little place down on Mass Avenue. Times like this make a man miss having a stomach. No, don't feel bad, partner; you get some of that down you. It's cold out there, and you're gonna need your strength."

Old Longfellow would probably also eat the quiche.

Piper would cheerfully tuck in as soon as she was offered some quiche. She'd eat every crumb of the quiche, lick the plate (if there was in fact a plate involved), and immediately ask for an interview about where you found the quiche. "If there's still food like this out in the ruins, the public have a right to know! I want names, places, anything to do with the source of the quiche! This... is going to be big."

Preston would fetch some paper plates and start dividing up the quiche for everyone nearby, or everyone who needed it most.

Strong would dig out a rusty machete and hack the Quiche Lorraine in half. "Human! Eat pizza so you can grow big!" he'd bark, handing you half of the quiche. "Strong also eat pizza, so he can stay big," he'd chuckle, tucking into the other half.

X6-88 would be unimpressed. "Such a primitive pastry construction," he'd remark of the quiche. "This dish demonstrates poor nutritional balance, with excessive salt and fat. Eating too much of it may cause minor health problems. I recommend that both of us take a small slice, and we hand the rest over for molecular analysis. The Institute's scientists will surely be able to generate a better, healthier quiche."

If you've never heard of Quiche Lorraine before, it's a type of egg and ham quiche originating in Lorraine, which is in France. It's a tasty dish.

[handlewithcare-delicate]

GOED NIEUWS VOOR ALLE EFTELING AUTISTEN

Voor degenen die het gemist hebben, de abonnementsprijzen van de Efteling gaan veranderen (en omhoog)

In plaats van 1 abonnement (en een voor 65+ers en mensen met een beperking die iets goedkoper is), komen er 3:

Oplettende kijkertjes zal het misschien opvallen dat wat nu het normale abonnement is, het meest vergelijkbaar is met het nieuwe plusabonnement, maar dat de prijs hiervan hoger is en dat je minder dagen toegang hebt :(

(en als je als mij bent zie je dit als kans om nog meer voordelen te krijgen want holy shit een uniek souvenir??? Speciaal evenement??? Opening Danse Macabre??? Tijd voor Premium)

Dus ik ben even gaan kwebbelen met de klantenservice....Want ik had een regulier abonnement, omdat ik niet zeker wist of een relatief 'mindere' beperking ook in aanmerking wam voor een goedkoper abonnement. De voorwaarde die ze overal aangeven is namelijk dat je geen gebruik kan maken van de reguliere wachtrij, en dat kan ik MEESTAL wel.

Dus ik vraag dit na bij de klantenservice, en benadruk dat ik soms wel en soms niet in de reguliere wachtrij kan.

(niet dat ik gebruik maak van de rolstoelingang, als ik geen gebruik kan maken van de reguliere wachtrij is dat omdat ik overprikkeld ben en dan ga ik sowieso geen attractie in)

GOED NIEUWS

Ook als je "alleen" autisme hebt mag je een abonnement voor bezoekers met een beperking :D

Mag ik benadrukken dat dit je €50 EURO scheelt op jaarbasis?

Voorwaarde is wel dat je een faciliteitenkaart moet hebben, en daarvoor moet je kunnen aantonen dat je een beperking hebt. Ze vragen er niet om bij de aanvraag (want Efteling zijn legends die begrijpen dat niet iedereen medische informatie wilt uitdelen om naar een pretpark te gaan), maar in geval van twijfel kunnen ze er wel om vragen.

Dus hoe bewijs je dat je een zielige autist bent die echt korting moet krijgen OwO??? Eerste instinct is een autipas, maar helaas, die kosten €45. Daar gaat je besparing :( (Deze kosten zijn overigens wel eenmalig en een autipas heeft ook andere voordelen, dus zeker het overwegen waard...)

Maar ya girl heeft een manier gevonden dat dit goedkoper kan ;)

That's right, om €50 korting te krijgen op een abonnement op de Efteling heb je alleen een beperking en €4 plus verzendkosten nodig :D De hidden disablility sunflower is goedkoop, wordt door de Efteling herkent en discrimineert niet op basis van de ernst van jouw beperking en of je wel of niet een diagnose hebt :D

Ik wil wel even benadrukken dat dit een systeem is wat makkelijk te misbruiken is, dus keep in mind dat dit ALLEEN IS ALS JE ECHT EEN BEPERKING HEBT (in de breedste zin ofc). Dit systeem is nu heel toegankelijk voor alle mensen met een beperking, maar zodra er te veel mensen misbruik gaan maken van het systeem kan ze het vermoeilijken en dat is echt een naaistreek tegenover iedereen met een beperking >:(.

TLDR: Auti's kunnen €50 korting krijgen op Efteling abonnementen als ze een keycord van €4 aanschaffen niet slecht niet slecht

[damistrolls]

Hiiii Lorenz how's the ripmaw. Is there anything you would change about it

"Oh ja! Ze Ripmaw? It's very lovely."

"Howefer, I vould change a few sings if I had my vay. It's such a serious place, you know? No one vants to have a little fun. It's alvays war this, war that..."

"Vhy can't ve all just hafe some vine, put on a little musik, and danse once in a vhile, ja? I hafe a very good Grüner Veltliner zat I'm more zan villing to share."

[chodi-sama]

Něco se změnilo

Je to neuvěřitelný, kolikrát už jsem si chtěla sednout a všechno to sepsat. Sednout si a napsat, co se teď děje v našich životech. Stejně to asi nikoho moc nezajímá, ale je to vlastně celkem dobrá terapie. Pro grafomanku. Kdysi jsem popsala tisíce stránek. To už je dávno, možná to ještě mám někde uložený. Všechny ty pubertální lásky. Dneska se zdravíme, říkáme si čau, jak žiješ? Víme o sobě, ale nevíme. Na jaře jsem byla v očekávání krásnýho léta, plnýho setkávání. A ono takový bylo, i když ne docela tak, jak bych si to představovala. Začalo to tím, že jsem se úplně nesetkala sama se sebou ve vlastních očekáváních a nejvíc to mrzelo V. Démoni. Když už jsem si říkala, že jsem se s tímhle nějak vypořádala, spadla jsem velmi trapně ze stojícího kola do trávy a zlomenina odhalila poměrně velký nádor v kosti u zápěstí. Byl úplněk a byl slunovrat. Na ambulanci v ten den byla spousta zlomenin, to jen já musím mít něco speciálního. Kolečka po doktorech se završila biopsií v Brně. Není to zhoubné, uf, ale vezmou mi kus kosti a dají mi kost od dárce. Prý těch kostí mají plné mrazáky a dobře to srůstá. Haha. Vyprávím to všem, koho to zajímá, protože je to trochu zajímavý. Ale už to říkám jen ve zkratkách, protože je to otravné téma k hovoru, který se tím nikam neposune. Já nepotřebuji ujištění, že to bude dobrý, protože to je dobrý, díky. Největší lidská zranění nejsou vidět a nelze se o nich bavit na první dobrou a hlavně cesty k nápravě nebývají tak přímý. Jé, hele, co máš s hlavou? Co máš se srdcem? Co tě bolí? Je to tak, že každýho něco bolí. Lidský těla jsou křehoučký a duše složitá. Já se svou bolestí nechci nikoho otravovat, ale je to vidět. Ta super plavací sádra je vidět. A je to téma hovoru. Je mi z toho někdy trochu trapně, pak mě to nudí, pak zase říkám dokola písničku o nádoru v kosti, o kterým jsem ještě před slunovratem ani netušila, že může existovat přímo v mojí ruce. Mimochodem ta ruka je pravá. Takže teď píšu levou. Hrozně mě to štve, protože mi to nejde rychle a není to tak hezký. Na čas jsem tak přestala úplně psát. To bylo divný. Teď se zas z hlavy tlačej slova a já si říkám, že by to chtělo něco vydat. Už je mi moc let, za chvíli třeba nebudu, ten život tak letí. Někdy mě napadá, že bych se mohla učit zpívat. Ale asi pořád ještě nemám dost sebevědomí. Trapný. Přitom už jsem opravdu paní. Ale tyhle nádory v kostech se dějí většinou lidem kolem dvaceti let věku, typicky, asi jsem se moc neposunula. Tchýně řekla mému muži, že bych měla konečně dospět. Dospět kam? Na konečnou dospějem jednou všichni a pak si dáme danse macabre, velikej večírek pro všechny mrtvý bez rozdílu. Ve smrti je rovnost, dost možná i svoboda. Ale ještě na to není čas. Máme zodpovědnosti, úkoly, věci, ze kterejch se můžeme těšit. A hlavně tu lásku. Nejvíc pro mě je uvědomění, že v tý lásce můžu žít celej život, díky mým předkům, který za to všechno můžou, i když některý větší věci se jim bohužel podchytit úplně nepovedlo - třeba solidární společnost nebo vztah člověka k přírodě. I tak díky nim proplouvám láskyplným životem a krásně si už drahně let dělám víceméně přesně to, co chci. Mám se dobře. Nejkrásnější letní noci u ohňů mě budou zahřívat celou zimu. Ještě včera jsem tam seděla a dneska už má mrznout. Ale doma ne, doma je teplo, manžel přichystal dřevo. V. je prostě nejlepší. Stará se o mně i o děti, když nemůžu já.

Teď je mi zas líp, lepší fáze, čekám na operaci, až mi daj do těla kost z mrazáku, možná od nějaký motorkářky. Ještě dva a půl měsíce. Je to šílený. Ale mám štěstí, věřím v tomhle doktorům. Vědí co dělají, píchaj mi divný injekce. Dostávám v nich klony jakýchsi bílkovin, co brání aktivaci osteoklastů. Je to podle mně fakt hustý. Tvrdnou mi kosti. Nic necítím. Doplňuji vápník, chutná jako chemická jahoda, je potřeba to zapít. Nějak mám pocit, jako kdyby tohle zranění na chvíli zatemnilo rozhovory, stávaly se plytkýma a povrchníma. Až v poslední době, když už jsem si na to postěžovala sama sobě, tak se to otočilo. Rozhovory se stávají vážnějšími, možná i s tím, jak přichází podzim. Během posledních měsíců jsem měla možnost vyzkoušet, jaký to je navazovat nový vztahy. Nejsem v tom moc dobrá. Ale když už se to povede, má to potenciál na celoživotní opus. Kocourům už bude deset, chtěla bych to oslavit. Jeden z nich chrápe na gauči. Opravdu chrápe. Před deseti lety jsem se tedy spolu s kocoury vykašlala na dodělání škol. Nelituju. Jen si občas postesknu, že je možná škoda, že jsem nevydala nějaký ty rozhovory o roce 2000, některý jsou možná i přepsaný. Někde. Všechno se motá v kruzích, takže i na tyhle témata připadla včera řeč s lidmi, s nimiž jsem asi tak před těmi deseti lety tvořila jinej svět. Jsou pořád krásný. A já se vděčností fakt zalykám. Skoro si říkám, že jsem snad nikdy nebyla šťastnější. Kazí mi to snad jen domácí nepořádek, haldy oblečení ještě z letních radovánek. Musím asi fakt uspořádat tu kočičí oslavu, pozvat návštěvu, aby mě něco donutilo tu pořádně uklidit. Teď, když už mě ruka tolik nebolí, tak by to šlo. Všechny problémy světa jsou v mým mikrokosmu nepodstatný. A stejně si radši koupím férový kafe a nebudu jíst maso, nekoupím si nový hadry, stejně nemám za co. V bezpečný bublince mezi lidma, se kterýma je mi dobře, i když je to vlastně mnohdy někde v suti a všechno je práce, něco končí, ale jiný věci začínaj a vykročit z komfortní zóny je to, co dělá život naplněným. A děti, ty to poznaj. Protože láska. Tak zdarec.

PS: na fotce jedna z mejch čerstvejch lásek.

[dykedvonte]

Curie, trying to bond with fellow synth Danse at Sanctuary Pride: You are what the Commonwealth callz ze “Faggot”, no?

Everyone: *stunned silence*

Sole Survivor, distraught: …Curie, you can’t just say that to someone.

Hancock, patting Danse on the back: Even if it’s true.

[fortunetellersdilettante]

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אני יודע שאני אולי צעיר אבל יש לי גם רגשות ואני צריכה לעשות מה שבא לי לעשות אז שחררו אותי, ופשוט הקשיבו כולכם מסתכלים עליי כאילו אני ילדה קטנה ובכן, האם אי פעם חשבת שזה יהיה בסדר בשבילי להיכנס לעולם הזה? תמיד אומרים, "ילדה קטנה אל תיכנסי למועדון" ובכן, אני רק מנסה לברר מדוע כי ריקוד זה מה שאני אוהב (עכשיו תראו אותי) תשיגו את זה, תשיגו את זה, תשיגו את זה (וואו) תשיגו את זה, תשיגו את זה (וואו, אתם אוהבים את זה?) תשיגו את זה, תשיגו את זה (וואו, זה ��רגיש טוב) אני יודעת שאני עלולה להשתתק, אולי אצא ביישנית אבל בא לי לדבר ולרקוד כשאני רואה את הבחור הזה מה מעשי? מה הגיוני? מה לעזאזל, למי אכפת? כל מה שאני יודע זה שאני כל כך שמח כשאתה רוקד שם אני עבד בשבילך אני לא יכול להחזיק אותו, אני לא יכול לשלוט בו אני עבד בשבילך אני לא אכחיש את זה, אני לא מנסה להסתיר את זה מותק, אתה לא רוצה לרקוד עלי? (אני רק רוצה לרקוד לידך) לזמן אחר ולמקום אחר אה, מותק, אתה לא רוצה לרקוד עלי? (האם אתה מוכן?) השאר מאחור מ

ani yodeia shanny ollie tzeir ebl ish le gam ragashot vanny tsrika leavs mah sheva le leavs ez schehrero shoot, wepshut hacashivo kulkam mustachelim aliya cailo ani yilda katana webechen, ham ee time hashavat sheza wiii basder bashavili lochans laolam hazeh? themid omarim, "yilda katana al tichansi lamuadon" webechen, ani rac manse lavrar stath cos ricod ze mah shanny ohav (ikhsiu ther shoot) tshigo at ze, tshigo at ze, tshigo at ze (whoo) tshigo at ze, tshigo at ze (whoo, etem ohavim at ze?) tshigo at ze, tshigo at ze (whoo, ze margish tob) ani gota shanny alula lashtak, ollie atse biesnian ebl ba le ladever valercod kashani roea at habahor hazeh mah maasi? mah hagiuni? mah lazazel, lemi akpat? kul mah shanny yodeia ze shanny kul sic shmeh kashata rocked shm ani abd bashavilk ani lo jechol lahachick otho, ani lo jechol lashlot boo ani abd bashavilk ani lo akaish at ze, ani lo manse lahastir at ze motak, est lo whati lerkod aly? (ani rac whati lerkod lidch) lazman for vlmcum for heh, motak, est lo whati lerkod aly? (ham est mohan?) hashar mahor m

मुझे पता है कि मैं युवा हो सकता हूं लेकिन मेरी भी भावनाएं हैं और मुझे वह करने की ज़रूरत है जो मुझे करने का मन करता है तो मुझे जाने दो, और बस सुनो आप सभी लोग मुझे ऐसे देखते हैं जैसे मैं एक छोटी लड़की हूं क्या आपने कभी सोचा है कि मेरे लिए इस दुनिया में कदम रखना ठीक होगा? हमेशा कह रही है, "छोटी लड़की क्लब में कदम मत रखो" खैर, मैं सिर्फ यह पता लगाने की कोशिश कर रहा हूं कि क्यों 'क्योंकि डांसिंग मुझे क्या पसंद है (अब मुझे देखो) इसे प्राप्त करें, इसे प्राप्त करें, इसे प्राप्त करें, इसे प्राप्त करें (वाह) इसे प्राप्त करें, इसे प्राप्त करें (वाह, क्या आपको यह पसंद है?) इसे प्राप्त करें, इसे प्राप्त करें (वाह, यह अच्छा लगता है) मुझे पता है कि मैं चुप हो सकता हूं, शर्मीला हो सकता हूं लेकिन जब मैं इस लड़के को देखता हूं तो मुझे बात करने का मन करता है, नाचने का मन करता है व्यावहारिक क्या है? तार्किक क्या है? क्या बकवास है, कौन परवाह करता है? मुझे बस इतना पता है कि जब आप वहां नृत्य कर रहे ��ोते हैं तो मैं बहुत खुश होता हूं मैं तुम्हारे लिए गुलाम हूँ मैं इसे पकड़ नहीं सकता, मैं इसे नियंत्रित नहीं कर सकता मैं तुम्हारे लिए गुलाम हूँ मैं इससे इनकार नहीं करूंगा, मैं इसे छिपाने की कोशिश नहीं कर रहा हूं बेबी, क्या तुम मुझ पर नृत्य नहीं करना चाहते हो? (मैं सिर्फ तुम्हारे बगल में नृत्य करना चाहता हूं) किसी अन्य समय और स्थान पर ओह, बेबी, क्या तुम मुझ पर नृत्य नहीं करना चाहते हो? (क्या आप तैयार हैं?) मीटर के पीछे छोड़ दो

mujhe pata hai ki main yuva ho sakta hoon lekin meri bhi bhavanaen hain or mujhe vah karne ki jarurat hai jo mujhe karane ka man karta hai toh mujhe jaane do, aur bas suno aap sabhi log mujhe aise dekhte hain jaise main ek chhoti ladki hoon kya aapne kabhi socha hai ki mere liye is duniya mein kadam rakhna theek hoga? hamesha kah rahi hai, "chhoti ladki club mein kadam mat rakho" khair, main sirf yeh pata lagaane ki koshish kar raha hoon ki kyon 'kyonki dancing mujhe kya pasand hai (ab mujhe dekho) ise prapt karen, ise prapt karen, ise prapt karen, ise prapt karen (vah) ise prapt karen, ise prapt karen (wah, kya aapko yeh pasand hai?) ise prapt karen, ise prapt karen (vah, yah achchha lagta hai) mujhe pata hai ki main chup ho sakta hoon, sharmila ho sakta hoon lekin jab main is ladke ko dekhta hoon to mujhe baat karne ka mann karta hai, nachne ka mann karta hai vyavaharik kya hai? tarkik kya hai? kya bakwas hai, kaun parvah karta hai? mujhe bas itna pata hai ki jab aap vahan nrity kar rahe hote hain to main bahut khush hota hoon main tumhare liye gulam hoon main ise pakad nahi sakta, main ise niyantrit nahi kar sakta main tumhare liye gulam hoon main isase inkar nahi karunga, main ise chhipane ki koshish nahi kar raha hoon baby, kya tum mujh par nrity nahin karna chahte ho? (main sirf tumhare bagal men nrity karana chahta hoon) kisi anya samay aur sthan par oh, baby, kya tum mujh par nrity nahin karna chahte ho? (kya aap taiyaar hain?) meter ke peeche chhod do

Ég veit að ég er ungur En ég hef líka tilfinningar Og ég þarf að gera það sem mig langar til að gera Svo slepptu mér og hlustaðu bara Þið horfið öll á mig eins og ég sé lítil stelpa Jæja, hélt þú einhvern tíma að það væri í lagi fyrir mig að stíga inn í þennan heim? Alltaf að segja: "Litla stelpa ekki stíga inn í klúbbinn" Jæja, ég er bara að reyna að komast að því hvers vegna Vegna þess að dans er það sem ég elska (horfðu nú á mig) Fáðu það, fáðu það, fáðu það, fáðu það (vá) Fáðu það, fáðu það (vá, líkar þér það?) Fáðu það, fáðu það (vá, þetta líður vel) Ég veit að ég gæti komið rólega út, gæti verið feimin En mér líður eins og að tala eins og að dansa þegar ég sé þennan gaur Hvað er hagnýtt? Hvað er rökrétt? Hvað í fjandanum, hverjum er ekki sama? Það eina sem ég veit er að ég er svo hamingjusöm þegar þú ert að dansa þarna Ég er þræll fyrir þig Ég get ekki haldið á því, ég get ekki stjórnað því Ég er þræll fyrir þig Ég neita því ekki, ég er ekki að reyna að fela það Elskan, viltu ekki dansa á mig? (Mig langar bara að dansa við hliðina á þér) Á annan tíma og stað Ó, elskan, viltu ekki dansa upp á mig? (Ertu tilbúinn?) Skildu eftir m

Tudom, hogy fiatal lehetek De vannak érzéseim is És azt kell tennem, amihez kedvem van Szóval engedj el, és csak figyelj Ti, emberek, úgy néztek rám, mintha kislány lennék Nos, gondoltad valaha, hogy rendben lesz, ha belépek ebbe a világba? Mindig azt mondja: "Kislány, ne lépj be a klubba" Nos, csak megpróbálom kideríteni, miért Mert a tánc az, amit szeretek (most figyelj rám) Szerezd meg, szerezd meg, kapd meg, szerezd meg (whoa) Szerezd meg, szerezd meg (hú, tetszik?) Szerezd meg, szerezd meg (hú, ez jó érzés) Tudom, hogy lehet, hogy csendben leszek, lehet, hogy félénken leszek De van kedvem beszélni, táncolni támad kedvem, amikor meglátom ezt a fickót Mi praktikus? Mi a logikus? Mi a fene, kit érdekel? Csak annyit tudok, hogy nagyon boldog vagyok, amikor ott táncolsz Rabszolgád vagyok Nem tudom megtartani, nem tudom irányítani Rabszolgád vagyok Nem tagadom, nem próbálom elrejteni Bébi, nem akarsz rám táncolni? (Csak melletted akarok táncolni) Egy másik helyre és helyre Ó, bébi, nem akarsz rám táncolni? (Készen állsz?) Hagyd magad mögött m

Kuv paub tias kuv yuav hluas Tab sis kuv twb tau txoj kev xav ib yam nkaus thiab Thiab kuv yuav tsum tau ua li cas kuv xav hais tias ua dab tsi Li ntawd, cia kuv mus, thiab cia li mloog Tag nrho koj saib kuv nyiam kuv yog ib tug me nyuam ntxhais me ntsis Zoo, puas tau koj puas xav tias nws yuav tau kheej rau kuv mus ntaiv rau hauv lub ntiaj teb no? Ib txwm hais tias, "me ntxhais tsis nqis rau qws" Zoo, kuv cia li ua kom paub vim li cas ' Ua dancing yog li cas kuv hlub (tam sim no saib kuv) Tau nws, tau txais nws, tau nws (leej twg) Tau nws, tau nws (leej twg, koj nyiam nws?) Tau nws, tau nws (leej twg, qhov no pom tau tias zoo) Kuv paub tias kuv yuav tuaj ntsiag to, tej zaum yuav tuaj txaj muag Tab sis kuv xav hais lus xav dancing thaum kuv pom no txiv leej tub Xyaum ua li cas xwb? Zajlus yog dab tsi? Lub ntuj raug txim, leej twg zov? Txhua yam kuv paub yog kuv zoo siab thaum koj nyob nraum dancing muaj Kuv yog ib tug qhev rau koj Kuv tsis tuav nws, kuv tsis tau tswj nws Kuv yog ib tug qhev rau koj Kuv yuav tsis tsis muab nws, kuv yuav tsis sim nkaum nws Tus me nyuam, tsis koj xav seev cev li kuv? (Kuv cia li xav seev cev tom ntej no rau koj) Lwm lub sij hawm thiab qhov chaw Huag, tus me nyuam, tsis koj xav seev cev rau kuv? (Koj puas npaj txhij?) Cia qab m

[human-antithesis]

Blood Feud

Year one, and you’re still clueless as ever. This ain’t no record.

Said you’re looking shell-shocked As the bodies drop Said it’s mind over matter, yet another cop It’s in my blood to want it all

Yeah it’s a long way to the top When the pile is fucking tall And the killing never stops But I am infinite, the flesh and blood void An empty bag of bones since my soul was destroyed And this is god mode, on my own life I just want to live so won’t you let me fucking die

Tu parles beaucoup pour un has-been Tu te crois prince de la scene, t’es le roi de la vitrine Je mets du respect sur mon blaze pendant que tu danses pour le fric Zero confiance donc soit tu vends, soit t’es flic

Veelbesproken, maar weinig dat klopt Ze willen catalogeren op mijn kleren of mijn kop Ik heb leren incasseren en dat zeer nooit stopt - Heb nu een kroon van pek en veren, doe hen zeer voor sport

[ Too little, too late You’re bleeding out on the fucking floor Leaving no doubt I made my mark. ]

I can’t tell wrong from right, a split right in the middle of my mind’s eye If I can’t see or feel like the others should I spend all my days gagged and smothered?

I’m failing to feel any lust for life My back bent, scourged Strokes of red to stop my racing mind

Scars like corduroy - I am the bottomless pit A sight like a polaroid soaked in blood and spit

And it’s a harsh truth on your deaf ears, but do you hear me now?

I said “until all is 45, until graceful gold covers my shameful crown” Who are you to judge anyone else, when you barely know yourself?

A copy of a copy of his fathers son I said “mother don’t you worry ‘bout the shit I’ve done” For it is done and I have become me.

I said “I’ve lost myself, now I can’t be like everybody else” Now I can’t be like everybody else.

I aimed to break the cycle yet I only broke myself My only aim survival My life a living hell I am the five-faced king. Clown prince of suffering.

[returnn-of-the-mac]

Idk if you’re accepting asks or still doing this, or if you’ve done something similar but if you are. Could you possibly do the companions reacting to like in game glitches (ex: bodies going flying, enemies randomly just standing there not attacking, objects randomly rotating in the air, bodies going through the floor, etc, etc)

I couldn’t decide on which glitches I wanted to do, so I attached some gifs. If y’all want a part 2 I will gladly make it because I had a lot of fun with this one. Enjoy! (Dislclaimer: I don’t own any of these gifs)

FO4 Companions React: In-Game Glitches

Preston: Um…bodies aren’t supposed go flying like that.

Deacon: I believe I can fly~ ♪

MacCready: Team Rocket’s blasting off again!

Piper: Holy shit! What just happened!?

Hancock: Home run!

Codsworth: I don’t think the Brotherhood soldiers will be amused, [sir/mum]…

Cait: Bastard deserved it.

X6-88: [confused] Something is awry in the matrix.

Nick: [annoyed] Now you’ve done it. [looking around] We best get off this aircraft ASAP. I don’t fancy being beaten to a pile of scrap metal.

Longfellow: Does this guy have hollow bones or what?

Strong: Strong impressed!

Gage: *wheeze-laughs uncontrollably*

Curie: I am not quite underztanding ze physics. Zis makes no zense!

Danse: [horrified, running to the railing] ELDER! [looking back at Sole, fuming] WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!?

…

Nick: Ever heard of Michael Jackson? I found an old holotape with some of his music videos on it. I thought it was neat, so I’ve been practicing. What do you think?

Preston: Jesus Christ, Valentine!

Piper: [concerned] Nick, you’re gonna blow out your knees…or joints…or screws…or whatever keeps you together!

X6-88: Ah yes, Smooth Criminal. A true masterpiece.

Curie: Ahhh zat can’t be good for ze joints…

Codsworth: [concerned] Should you be doing that, Nick?

Danse: [jealous] Figures the synth can effortlessly lean like that…

Cait: Good stuff!

MacCready: Nick are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay, Nick?

Deacon: *starts moonwalking behind Nick*

Longfellow: I ain’t much of a dancer.

Strong: That hurt robot bones!?

Gage: [attempts to lean] [takes a tumble] FUCK!

Hancock: Hee hee!

…

Preston: All of the settlements…they all need our help…settlements…settlements…I’m so overwhelmed!!

Piper: Calm down, Preston! It’ll be alright!

Longfellow: It’s not like you’re the one going out there to help them.

Codsworth: Sturges! [hovering around] Sturges! We have a situation!

Danse: Deep breath, Preston. We can tackle this together. One settlement at a time.

MacCready: Preston, buddy! You’re not gonna get too far if you’re *clears throat* bed ridden! Haha!…no?

Nick: You have got to calm down, my friend. You can’t get anything done in this state. First, let’s get you out of this mattress.

Curie: Monsieur Preston is unwell…

Strong: Human defective?

X6-88: I heard there’s a ghoul problem in the Slog. We can exterminate them.

Deacon: [joking] Are you a ghost!? How are you doing that? [comforting] It’ll be alright, buddy.

Gage: Too bad, so sad. We’re gonna conquer the settlements while you’re stuck.

Cait: Yer makin me dizzy spinnin around like that.

Hancock: [drops chems on mattress] Homie, you need some Jet.

[bumbelbee]

VERTEL

WAT VOND JE ERVAN

Oooooh mijn god het was zo cool!! Wel echt eentje die je na 1 keer niet helemaal gezien hebt 😭 maar de VIBES waren zo sterk en consistent echt 👌🏻

En over de attractie zelf weet ik niet hoe ik mijn gedachten kan verwoorden behalve te zeggen dat ik de hele rid zo zat: :D

[aardvark-123]

~Fallout 4 Companions React to a Pair of Hunter™ Original Red Wellington Boots~

Ada would be delighted to have some high-quality rubber to cut up and use in various projects. A marksman's stock, stealth lining for armour, a generator and some power pylons... Oh, the possibilities!

Cait would be mildly amused. "Well, aren't those cute?" she'd chuckle, and then go and do something else.

Codsworth would be quite chuffed. "By George, is that a genuine pair of Wellingtons, made by the Hunter Boot Company of Edinburgh?!" he'd exclaim. "How splendid to see genuine British craftsmanship still thriving in this day and age! Why, it was nearly impossible to acquire Hunter footwear in the years before the war, thanks to the Chinese government shutting down all their factories..."

"Ah, tres bon! It is most important to 'ave ze protective footwear if zere is contaminated water around," Curie would remark. If she was in her Miss Nanny form, that would be all. In her synth form, on the other hand, she'd ignore them because she's already wearing protective shoes. (Yes, those combat boots included with her Flannel Shirt and Jeans™ are actually chemical-resistant, heat-resistant, suitable for agriculture, industrial work, laboratories, bird-watching and professional kitchens.)

Paladin Danse wouldn't care about the boots at all. Not one bit. However, he'd be very concerned about the Commonwealth gaining access to Vulcanised Rubber. The thought of raiders or civilians learning to heat up naturally-occurring latex until it becomes a firmer, tougher material would keep him awake at night.

Deacon would smile mysteriously and tuck the boots away in his bag. "One step closer to my Wonder Woman costume," he'd declare, already thinking of where to find gold paint and a craft knife.

Dogmeat would use the £135.99 pair of wellies as chew toys unless you stopped him.

Porter Gage would laugh at the wellies. "Looks like something one of the Pack would wear!" he'd guffaw. This belies the fact that Gage would absolutely wear them if they were yellow.

"Look at those stupid things! You wouldn't catch me in anything that garish," Glory would laugh. "But let me know if you find a pair of Chore™ Adjustable Tall Boots by the Original Muck Boot Company, okay? Black or camo, not pink."

Hancock would be mildly amused. "Well, aren't those cute?" he'd chuckle, and then go and do something else.

MacCready would be reminded briefly of the mole costumes they used to have in Little Lamplight, and how, after two hundred years of wear on generations' worth of feet, the boots always leaked. Then his mind would start racing, thinking of all the historians and eccentric collectors he knew, and who would pay the most for a genuine, mint condition pair of pre-war wellingtons. Sydney and Emaline, maybe? Or Sierra? They're red, so he could probably convince her they were Nuka-Cola boots...

Nick would be kinda ticked. "Well, aren't those fancy?" he'd chuckle, and then mosey along to his other business.

Old Longfellow would be quite underwhelmed. "Too short," he'd sigh. "They're better than nothing, but they won't keep the waves out for long."

Piper would be absolutely delighted. "Look at them! They go so well with my coat!" she'd laugh, dancing around with the wellies on her feet. "Nat's going to be so jealous... Wait, but what if this encourages her to wear shiny red boots in a reckless manner?! I-I can't be a bad influence on my little sister! Should I give them to Ellie instead, or...?"

Preston wouldn't really know what to make of the boots. "Er, those are quite nice," he'd say noncommittally. "Not really my colour, though. Er, is there any reason you're showing me these? It's so random... Oh, yes! Speaking of things that are red, we've had reports of a Yao Guai stalking around near Oberland Station..."

"Ah... Thin red buckets!" Strong would declare. "Too fancy compared to normal buckets. Strong can't carry much Milk of Human Kindness in these," he'd add before tossing the boots over his shoulder. They'd land in some unseen location with a crash of breaking glass and the anguished screech of a cat.

Z6-88 wouldn't react. He wouldn't betray the slightest thought or emotion regarding the wellingtons. If, on the other hand, you were wearing them, he'd peer down at your red rubber-clad feet for just long enough to unnerve you, and then speak. "You are aware that the Institute makes its own rubber boots," he'd declare. "Far superior to those antiques. Unless, of course, you enjoy blisters and chafed calves."

[sawyingthroughthewasteland]

Companion Reacts! Finding a Pool :)

I miss being able to swim in public pools so I'm going to write a prompt with it in pure longing- enjoy. Prompt: It was beautiful, utterly stunning. Sole hadn't seen anything more perfect since they left the vault, and maybe even before then. A large, pristine, clean pool. The water was a perfect cyan, shimmering in the summer sun and rippling peacefully as a gentle wind swept over its surface. They approached cautiously, after all, if they've learned anything this would be the perfect trap. Nothing. Creeping close, they dropped their pipboy sensor into the water. No rads. Just utter perfection in this hell. It didn't take long for word to spread among their friends and soon, the companions were all enjoying the rare find.

Curie:

She is fascinated with the pool. How is the water so blue? What chemicals make it so clean? Does it sanitize the swimmers? She takes several vials to study back in her lab before quickly running away from being splashed. As much as she's intrigued by the find- it takes Sole's convincing and a cute matching swimsuit Hancock threatening to scoop her into his arms and running into the water with her to get her in the water. She's gleefully nervous, but after taking forever to "adjust to ze temperature", she'll happily float on the side and watch the others.

And no, she doesn't really know how to swim? She'll still learning to run with the four limbs she has, but after all but her small frame floats a lot better than her old one. She prefers to avoid being splashed but if threatened, will splash back with multiple gleeful complaints in french. Dogmeat:

Oh my god. Yes. YES. YES. Before the water was even tested he had jumped right on in to Sole's dismay. The boy's tail will not stop wagging when the other's eventually join in. We should do this all the time! He's been trying to tell them all this time when leaping into wastewater tanks!' This also is when people realize how clingy the german shepard can be. When he gets tired, he still refuses to get out of the water despite the convenient stairway nearby. No, he's using his claws to climb onto the nearest person and perch. No use in missing out on the fun! After poor Maccready gets scratched up with the dog's unclipped nails, everyone scatters from the poor pooch. Its not like they're wearig armor in the pool or anything. Danse immediately takes one for the team and holds the dog gently in his arms like baby Dogmeat is. The paladin recieves many puppy kisses in thanks to his dismay but holds the dog as long as he wants to be held. Preston:

Prezel knows how to swim, its just... not his thing? Even with the General's encouragement, he holds up his hand and shakes his head polietly in decline. He'll wear a swimsuit, one of the those older one-pieces that look like a swim shirt and shorts morphed into one- but he'd prefer to just let his legs dangle in the water. If anyone needs something from outside the pool, he's the one to fetch it- and later in the day he leaves to fetch snacks for everyone. Anything to help the General on his day off. When a splash fight breaks out, he always rushes to Curie's side to try to protect her- but won't splash back. Why fight when he can just step away? Deacon:

He, Maccready, and Hancock are all the ones you need to watch out for when the General's back is turned. His specialty? Popping up in the most random locations from the deep below. Sometimes with hair, sometimes without- but always those shades and a quirky smirk. He's the only one immune to Maccready's splashing, but will gladly fight back. Also, due to changing swimsuits three different times- he has the worse tan lines out of everyone. Flipping between a speedo, bikini, and cargo swim trunks will do that to a pasty man like himself. Maccready:

He's probably the most enthusiastic one about the pool and a public threat to everyone- despite not knowing how to swim. His height lets him cheat like that compared to the other non-swimmers. His signature move? Canon ball. Who knew such a small twink could make such a splash but he's got it down to a science. He'll splash anyone and everyone if he can- but its all fun and games until Danse picks his twink ass up and drops him into the deep end. He calms down considerably after the General and Deacon have to dive after him. His look? Brown cargo pants. Not swim trunks, pants. Its as cursed as you think it is. He doesn't give two shits, he's having too much fun! He's got a day to burn in this place baby and he's making it everyone's problem! He... also needs to learn all the tricks so he can teach Duncan. With this pool location noted, he's for sure going to be protecting it so his son can enjoy it. Who knew something could bring so much joy to someone without costing a single cap? Nick:

A pool sounded like a recipe to staining his synthetic skin with the scent of chorine- and he wanted far from it. Instead, he prefers to watch from a safe distance from the splash zone. He joins in with Preston in fetching things for the others and is the only one who managed to remember to bring towels. He doesn't change or anything, just vibing on a nearby chair with a stack of case files next to him along with his favorite fountain pen. At some point he'll ask Deacon for a pair of shades (which he takes off the one he has on to reveal another, smaller pair of shades on underneath). Also, on this day, he and Piper become best friends in Operation Make Sure Dogmeat Doesn't Shake Near Their Work. Later in the day, when Curie discovers with glee that she can see underwater with something called "goovles!", he's the one that runs to a nearby store to look for wraparound goggles. Danse (post-BB ofc):

Shockingly, it took him the longest to convince to hop in- it was a whole five-step process. First convincing him it was safe and no one was going to raid them when they were "unnecessarily exposed to an ambush without their gear with them". Then he needed to be convinced to join in the fun rather than guard his friends, which took a 'direct order' from the General to get through his head. Finally, there was the swimsuit fiasco. This one took the longest. It's only then that everyone realized how self-aware the large man was about his appearance. Still decked out in BoS tattoos and far more hairy and muscular than anyone else there- he was incredibly shy about leaving the locker room without a shirt on. Probably if Sole hadn't kept an eye on him, he would've happily avoided his ordered dosage of 'fun' by hiding in a bathroom stall. Sole practically had to drag him out into the open and shove the paladin into the pool to get him to losen up. He knows how to swim- albiet very 'professionally'. We're talking flawless treading, freestyle, even butterfly if given enough room but he preferred to hang out near the sides with the likes of Preston and Curie. That was, until Maccready started to get too rambunchous. After that, everyone pieced together that the man was strong enough to launch them a good five feet in the air and he immediately began getting requests. After that, Danse started to enjoy himself ('Exhilerating! :D '). Later when everyone calmed down, it came down to him to hold Dogmeat and protect everyone from the fate of being coated with red lines from the pup's claws. He took the duty with honor, holding the pup in his arms and keeping him close. At the end of the day, he's the last to leave the pool. He... wishes he had joined in earlier. What do you mean everyone is already tired? Hancock:

At first the Mayor kept with with Maccready and Deacon when it came to showing off tricks and performing pranks and the like- but it wasn't too long until he started to get bored. After all, with the no-nose state he's in, going underwater and keeping water out of his breathing hole was a bit... difficult. Luckily Fahrenheit was nearby who was able to go fetch him a floatie and a cooler full of his favorite 'treats'. For the most part he spent the day floating by, listening in on the different conversations happening around the pool, harassing Nick and trying to get him to jump in, or later getting Danse to toss him. A few pleasant evening indeed. He knows how to swim for certain. He's not the best, but it works. When it comes to his swimwear, he debated rocking out in a speedo. After all, it was what he wore to the last swim party. Glancing in a mirror on the way out, he paused- before instead running to fetch a onesuit. He... hates to admit it, but his skin isn't exactly the best suited for swimming and being rubbed raw when wet. Well, that is in chlorine waters. Deacon was quick on hyping the man up, and he ended up having a floppy sunhat and big round sunglasses tossed into the mix. Piper:

She shows up on the scene with the necessities. A bright red one suit to let her tan her legs, fierce looking sunglasses so others know she means business, a towel tucked under her arm, swim bag on her back, and her little sister holding her hand. The group may be partying, but she was not going to let any juicy information on the General slip away. Not on her watch. She quickly finds a spot next to Nick, wrestles a nearby umbrella to cover the two ("Thanks, doll.") before getting to work on editing her latest work. When she gets hot from tanning, she takes a dip near Curie- forgetting her pen behind her ear of course. To the two ladies relief, Mac and Hancock don't try any funny business when Piper's nearby. Nat, meanwhile, enjoys her afternoon playing with the boys during their splash wars and getting tossed by the local ex-paladin. Only a little high though. Danse won't say it, but the reporter scares him. In the end, she ends up finishing her latest report with minimal water marks on it (literal ones that is) and manages to outline a new piece. 'Insider's Look on the Minutemen's Day Off'. Hm. Still working on the title.

Sawyer (my Sole OC lol): Thanks to both growing up near a swimming hole and spending far too much time in Far Harbor, the man is a decent swimmer at this point. Granted, it takes a while to get the poor man adjusted to Being in Water for ~PTSD~ reasons but after he gets adjusted he's pretty happy in it. For the most of the day, he watches over his people- will go chat with Curie and Preston and even gets Danse to toss him sometimes. Even though he's incredibly close with everyone there, he found himself spending most of the time with Dogmeat. No one wanted to really play with the wet and shedding mutt but thanks to growing up on a farm, Sawyer didn't mind. This afternoon should be a treat to everyone, especially his special boy. He rocks some good ol fashion cargo swim trunks and keeps an eye on the hyper child Maccready is and stays behind after to clean up. And... well... wade in the water in Danse's arms. The usual.

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If it’s not to much trouble I could ask for fallout 4 romance!companions react to sole falling and getting a little booboo? (Like nothing serious) I just thought it was a cute little idea! ^^ thanks for you’re time!✨🌸

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MacCready:

“Haha! Oh, are you okay? Come on, it didn’t hurt too bad. You’re so tough, let’s go.” He always likes to laugh at his lover’s little tumbles, finding her clumsiness to be among the many things that caused him to fall in love with her. However, he is always ready to comfort her even with the smallest damage inflicted.

Hancock:

“Oh clumsy me!” He pretends to fall with Sole and smiles at her as she laughs. As he gets to his feet he helps her up as well and kisses her cheek.

Cait:

“Get yer ass up before I give ‘ye somethin’— Sole, don’t give me those eyes.” She has one weakness, and that is Sole’s puppy-eyes. Being the sucker that she is, hurries to Sole’s side mid-scold and aids her as much as ‘needed’.

Piper:

“Big bad Blue can’t take a fall? Hm, you’re lucky you’re cute.” She rolls her eyes as she holds her hands out for Sole and holds back her laughter.

Nick:

“Oh doll, you need anything? Bandage? A synth’s cold embrace?” He attempts to make her laugh before helping Sole to her feet and brushing the dirt off of her pants for her.

Preston:

“Aw Sole, lost your footing there? It happens. Let me help you up.” He smiles at her fondly as he offers his hands out and helps her to her feet.

Danse:

“Sole… be more careful. Do I need to carry you around from now on?” While his words come out a bit insensitive, he only scolds Sole for her own good. His carrying comment, though, may have been the worst choice of words as Sole is more than willing to take him up on it.

Maxson:

“Are you alright? It’s not like you to lose your footing. Should you take some time off?” He can’t help but to worry for his lover. He mistakes their clumsiness for overworking and tries to scold them, but in a loving manner of course, only because he cares.

Curie:

“Oi madame! Are you alright? Perhaps I can check ze area?” She immediately rushes to Sole’s side, ready to take care of the smallest of scrapes for her lover.

Deacon:

“You want me to kiss it better? You know I will.” He gives Sole a cheeky grin as he helps her back to her feet and kisses her temple. “Let’s try and not fall, okay?”

Desdemona:

“Seriously? Oh, Sole… alright, let me take care of it.” While she usually would not want to spend her time pampering to minor pain, Sole is her weakness. So even a scrape on her precious knee had Dez at her beck and call.

Magnolia:

“Aw hun, that looked like it hurt. Let’s go sit down somewhere and I’ll take care of you.” She helps Sole back to her feet and takes her lover to the nearest lounging area, making sure to cuddle her closely.

Sturges:

“Oh doll, let’s be more careful. C’mon let me take a look at it.” He bends down to Sole’s level and makes sure her ‘wound’ isn’t too major. After determining it not a vital matter, he helps her to her feet. “Now if it starts hurtin’ real bad, you jus’ let me know. I’ll carry ‘ya wherever yer little heart desires.”

X6-88:

“The damage is not quite nearly as bad as you are making it seem, ma’am.” He pretends to not care at first but with Sole’s persistence, he kneels to her level and inspects the damage. “Would you like me to take care of it for you?”

Gage:

“Boss, c’mon before someone sees ‘ya. It can’t hurt that bad.” He grumbles before getting down to Sole’s level and gently placing his hand over the damage, “We’ll take care of it. Ain’t nothin’ you can’t handle.”

Mason:

“Falling for me again, huh? Heh heh, let me check it out.” Because he cares for her more than anything, he is willing to show a much softer side of himself to only her.

Mags Black:

“Quite clumsy today, aren’t you?” She holds her hands out for Sole to take and helps her back to her feet. “You’ll be alright, love.”

Nisha:

“You’re joking? No? Okay fine, let me look at it.” If it were literally anyone else she would not have the patience to be dealing with minor issues like these, however Sole managed to creep into a very small soft spot of her heart, causing concern for her lover.

William Black:

“And up we go!” He cheerfully picks Sole back to her feet and gives her a warm smile, pretending as if nothing happened.

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Pożegnanie z jeziorem

Kilka wdechów, tyle powinno mi wystarczyć, aby ukoić ten ciążący na mym sercu ból. Biorę, więc kolejny, jednak nawet i dziesięć następnych nie pomaga, wręcz przeciwnie jest coraz gorzej. Mam wrażenie, że wcale nie oddycham, życie ulatuje wraz z parą, którą tworze w to mroźne popołudnie. Trudno rozróżnić chłód powietrza od tego z mojego serca. Ogólnie wszystko mi się miesza, staje zbyt nierealne. Leże na ziemi, przypominam sobie tamto jezioro. Nasze jezioro, to ciepłe, które zawsze ogrzewa słońce, bynajmniej w moich wspomnieniach. Czuję na skórze jego lekkie promienie, mam wrażenie jakbym pod dłonią miała te stare drewniane deski pomostu, wyczuwam zapach lasu, który mnie otacza. W moich myślach to wszystko nadal jest takie piękne, na mojej twarzy pojawia się mimowolnie uśmiech. Nie umiem ukryć szczęścia, które buzuje z mego serca. Zamykam znów oczy, a następnie widzę motyle. Niebieskie, pomarańczowe, wszystkie. Delikatnie muskają skórę swoimi jedwabistymi skrzydłami, odbijają światło, rozświetlają mrok, który mnie otacza. Wszystkie wydostają się ze mnie, na myśl o pięknym jeziorze, jego niebieskiej tafli. Nie odczuwam nic prócz melancholii. To ona miażdży moje serce i psuje wspomnienie wody, wakacji, upału. Powraca do mnie chłód, dłonie mi skostniały, a motyle zamarzły, leżą teraz na podłodze, nie mogą już odlecieć, zbyt smutne obumierają, czekając na choćby najmniejszy promyk słońca. Kiedy w końcu ocieplenie nastąpi może powrócą do życia, znów zaczną latać. Wracając myślami do jeziora, próbuje je wskrzesić, jednak na marne mylić motyle z feniksem. One nie wstają z popiołu, nawet się w niego nie zmieniają. Odgrywają zgubne danse macabre, wokół miłości, nad jeziorem, które wysycha, a rzeka je zasilająca odcięła się jednej chwili i nie umie wrócić.  Czuję stres opowiadając o jeziorze, bo ono nie umarło do końca, a jednak trzeba je tak przedstawiać. Powoli trzeba pożegnać martwy zbiornik wody, wyprawić mu pogrzeb, bo czuję, że mogę tam nie wrócić. Nie usiądę na pomoście, nie otuli mnie lekka bryza, nie poczuje na ustach ciepła słońca. Ostatni raz chciałabym spojrzeć w niebieską taflę wody, uśmiechnąć się w tą stronę z iskrami w oczach. Mogą minąć miesiące zanim to do mnie dotrze. W sierpniu była moja ostatnia podróż nad ten malowniczy krajobraz. Zostanie wysłać mi te kilka słów w tamte wspomnienia, aby godnie odejść.  O Jezioro kochane, dałeś mi tyle szczęścia, ale i smutku swoim odejściem. Zalałeś moje serce swą falą, pozwalając później na uschnięcie. Wciąż chciałabym cię zobaczyć, lecz to moje pożegnanie. Wysyłam ci kilka tych słów, aby nie odejść milcząc. W końcu zawsze dużo mówiłam, nigdy nie siedziałam cicho. Cisza oznacza u mnie poddanie, a tego nie zrobiłam. Wciąż czekam na powrót do ciebie, nie żartuje, ponieważ zakochałam się w twej niebieskiej tafli wody, w twym lesie, który rzucał przyjemny cień i uprzyjemniał czas swą słodką wonią. O mój ukochany, wakacje przy tobie to był raj, a motyle uwielbiały latać na twym tle. Tak słodko mówiłeś ‘kocham cię’, że aż uwierzyłam, ale teraz zostało mi cicho wypowiadać te dwa słowa dla snu o tobie. Ten ostatni raz chce się pożegnać, nie znajdę nowego, gdyż nasze pożegnanie złamało me serce w pół. Nikt obcy go nie naprawi, tylko ty masz do niego klucz. Kiedy pierwszy raz cię zobaczyłam, nie sądziłam, że aż tak się w tobie zatopie. Był niespodziewany skok w głąb wody, jakbym tam na dnie znalazła swoje miejsce. Teraz się wynurzyłam, otworzyłam w końcu oczy, pełne słonych łez, tak nie pasujące do twej słodyczy. Próbuje dopłynąć na brzeg, lecz z każdą falą znów tonę. Już tak niedaleko mi zostało, aby postawić znów nogę na suchym lądzie. Daje ci jednak podświadomie czas na pokochanie mnie od nowa. Proszę spróbuj mnie zatrzymać, powróćmy do tych sielankowych czasów, gdzie otulał nas ciepły wiatr. Chcę tego, chociaż nie mogłam słuchać twoich tłumaczeń, dlaczego pozwalasz temu uschnąć.  Kocham cię, nie zapomnę tych widoków. Leżąc teraz na podłodze tym bardziej jestem tego pewna. Jesteś jedyną pocztówką na tablicy mych myśli. Dziękuje za wszystko czego wysłuchałeś w te letnie dni.

Niestety nastała zima i czas by tamten świat stanął. Motyle zachowam dla siebie, nie przejmuj się nimi, one zawsze krótko żyją, tego nie zmienimy. Kiedyś czas je wskrzesi, a teraz Jezioro najdroższe godzę się z twym odejściem. Wysychaj w spokoju, czekaj na słońce, może kiedyś też i mi pozwolisz powrócić w swe strony i znów się zanurzę w cieple tej wody. Kochane niebieskie odbicie szczęścia mego, jesteś wolny. Pamiętaj jedynie, że jestem tobie wierna i zawsze będę czekać na twą pocztówkę z ponownym zaproszeniem. Może już niedługo ogrzejesz te grudniowe dni oraz noce swą miłością. Kto wie jaki los jest tobie pisany. Jaki los pisany jest nam. Dwóm letnim kochankom, którzy jedynie kiedy się widzą są w stanie wyznać ile naprawdę dla siebie znaczą. Tak jest prawda? Tylko wtedy znów twoje serce zalewa moja woda, jedynie w ten sposób jestem w stanie zwrócić twój wzrok na siebie i stać się twym jeziorem.  Ostatnie życzenie jeszcze mam, chociaż pozwól mi powrócić do tych nocy, gdzie unosiliśmy się na wodzie razem. Tylko raz jeszcze chciałabym poczuć znów to wolności uczucie, a potem dać je tobie, byś spełniał kochany marzenia.

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Er zijn verschillende plekken waar ik dit verhaal zou kunnen beginnen.

Als klein meisje had ik een fobie voor kerkhoven en kruisbeelden, wat zich uitte in het "half-uur-lang naar links kijken tijdens de autorit naar mijn moeder om het oorlogskerkhof maar niet te hoeven zien.", wat op de terugweg natuurlijk dwangmatig naar rechts kijken werd. Fobieën zijn slecht voor je nek.

Op mijn tiende bezocht ik het Spookslot, waar ik erg bang voor was en waar ik tijdens de hoofdshow tien minuten lang mijn ogen dichthield. En zo ontdekte ik de muziek die speelde. Zo prachtig!

Anderhalf jaar later kon ik de muziek feilloos herkennen tijdens muziekles op de basisschool. Ik leerde de naam van het muzikale gedicht, "Danse macabre", van een componist met een moeilijke naam die ik niet kon onthouden. We luisterden het drie keer achter elkaar, terwijl we de muziek konden "volgen" op stroken met tekeningetjes van de gebeurtenissen in het stuk: de klok die slaat, de dansende skeletten, de regen, het onweer, de kraaiende haan...

Ik was in de wolken. Zo zwaar in vervoering van het stuk neuriede ik het regelmatig. Bij het eerstvolgende Efteling-bezoek, op mijn twaalfde, het Spookslot bezocht en de CD kreeg.

Het Spookslot is een veelvoud van rondkrioelende beelden - Pepper's Ghosts als de Jammerende Man en de Spinneneter, de vier bewegende schedels in de nis, de rotonde met het doek waarachter soms de Vlederiken verschijnen... In de hoofdshow zijn veel details te zien, waarvan sommige alleen op bepaalde plaatsen. Rechts de brandende heks en de zich openende crypte, bovenin de duivel die de bel luidt en de drie rechters, links de hangende man, in het midden de kloostergang en in het hart een poel waardoor een zwevende viool en ronddolende geesten te zien zijn. Aan de buitenkant een Keltisch slot met een gotische kloostergang binnenin en een prominente Oosterse geest met waarzeggersbol zijn enkele elementen waarvan je zou verwachten dat ze stylistisch clashen, werken samen bij het totaalbeeld. Hier ben je niet thuis.

in de tijd dat Efteling een van de eerste grote websites beheerde op efteling.nl met een van de eerste bullboards "Waarom Daarom", foto's van soms wel 500 pixels breed die eeuwig leken te laden via de telefoonlijn... Een Efteling-medewerker publiceerde het verhaal achter het Spookslot op het bullboard. Het relaas, dat de verhaallijn achter de losse beelden bond - de heks Visculamia die de sprookjes van de graaf probeerde te stelen, de gehangene tuinman die haar verraadde, de rechters die haar veroordelen en de graaf die in de catacomben zijn dochter achterna jaagt zonder haar te bereiken - het verhaal, dat ooit te horen was maar toen niet meer, werd zo goed ontvangen op het bullboard dat het weer in ere hersteld werd.

Het waren de late 90s, de jaren van mijn puberteit. Elke dag was ik met hoofdtelefoon op te vinden voor de stereotoren, met een CD, "De Mooiste Efteling Melodieën", met een track, Danse Macabre, op doorlopende herhaling. Enkele jaren lang luisterde ik minstens een uur per dag, gezeten op de grond, heen en weer wiegend als een grafsteen in de hoofdshow, naar de muziek van de componist waarvan ik nu wist hoe hij heette. Alleen nog niet hoe je Saint-Saëns uitsprak.

Mijn record is 24 keer achter elkaar.

Muziek werd dankzij de Danse Macabre de rode draad in mijn leven. Ik ontdekte mijn passie ervoor en ging zelfs muziek studeren met als doel componist te worden. Mijn droom? Muziek componeren voor een spookhuis.

Op elk instrument dat ik ooit leerde spelen, heb ik de Danse Macabre geleerd. Zoveel muziek heb ik sindsdien ontdekt, en van zoveel muziek heb ik gehouden - maar de Danse Macabre blijft het summum.

Niet in de laatste plaats door de muziek is het Spookslot in de Efteling altijd een van mijn favoriete attracties geweest. Buiten dat is er geen attractie in mijn leven die zo beeldbepalend ervoor is geweest - er zijn maar weinig gebeurtenissen die zo'n sterke invloed hebben gehad als het ontdekken van het Spookslot en zijn muziek.

Helaas heeft de Efteling besloten dat ze geen belangstelling meer tonen voor de nostalgie, historische, kunstzinnige en immateriële waarde van het Spookslot, als Europa's grootste spookhuis bij oplevering, als eerste project van TOn van de Ven, als lanceerplek voor Kate Bush, als gezichtsbepalende voorgevel of als "mooi ding." Nee, het geval is te duur in onderhoud voor de bezoekersaantallen die het trekt, en meer is beter, en dus moet alles binnen de Efteling wat niet in het commerciële straatje van de huidige directie past, wijken. Ook al behoort het tot de Parel.

Kijk er nog eens naar, en geniet zolang het nog kan - van de mooie kleurstelling van het bord buiten, van de spookachtige sfeer op het terrein, van de prachtigte Keltische knopen op de grafstenen, van de gezichten in de buitenmuur, van de deur, van de vele kleine details die dit juweeltje rijk is. Luister en voel de perfectie van de muziek, schitterend ingevuld in de hoofdshow, en bekijk deze uit alle hoeken, links, midden en rechts, om alles nog een keer goed te kunnen zien.

Schreeuw het, teken petities, schrijf mails, blogs en Facebook posts - zoals we ook ooit het verhaal in het Spookslot terugkregen, zal de Efteling misschien luisteren naar de liefhebbers van de attractie, als we ons maar laten horen.

Efteling, Laat Het Spookslot Met Rust.