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Allan is a remarkable guitarist. He plays guitar like he’s just been in prison for three years and then he’s been let out. He has this marvelous fluidness … I don’t know how to talk about the guy, because he’s so far out there that he’s probably technically the most brilliant guitarist in the world…
—  Steve Howe on Allan Holdsworth, 2011
Unsent: Jughead Jones X Reader (Part Two)

Part 2: Seduction 101

V, B, and Kev give you advice for the sake of your flirting game.

Words: 877

Warnings: swearing, sexual reference

Enjoy! Thanks for all the love on part one! :) <3 - Juggie xx

Veronica was definitely not impressed with your flirting performance the previous day, and she made you well aware of it the next morning.

“I can’t believe you hit your hand.”

“The Vixen proposition would’ve worked in your favor!”

“Why didn’t you let him walk you home? Something might have happened!”

And that’s what landed you here yet again, in Veronica’s room with her, Betty, and Kevin. You were sat on her bed with Betty and Kev, while V had set up a white board in front of you with the title written in black: HOW TO FLIRT 101.

“Alright bitches, it’s time to learn.” She paced and tapped her black exo marker to her palm. “(Y/N) here is terrible at flirting with Jughead, her muse, the love of her life, the apple of her eye-”

You were blushing madly, “Yes, we get it Ronnie!”

Betty and Kevin laughed as Veronica smirked and continued, “Sorry, my ship is just so close to sailing I can’t contain myself.” She wrote ’1)’ on the board and wrote next to it ’THE LOOK’. “This may seem shallow, but you gotta work what you got to catch a boy’s eye.”

“Mmm”, Kev agreed, “A girl stops me in my tracks if she’s looking hot.”

Betty laughed, “Kevin, you’re gay.”

He sassed back, “Doesn’t mean I can’t admire fashion and art when I see it.”

While they had gone back and forth V had walked over to her closet to grab something and now handed it to you. “You have to wear this tomorrow, he’d be crazy not to notice this! Go try it on!”

You had been forced over to her bathroom, but looking at the black, tight babydoll dress on your form gave you a rush of excitement. If your mouth couldn’t do the flirting, let your actions speak louder than words.

You would later be told otherwise.

Upon entering the room you gave your friends a twirl, to which they “ooo"ed and applauded. Kevin fanned himself, "Yes girl! Lookin’ fire!”

You took a seat between Kev and Betty again as Veronica wrote her second point: ’THE TOUCH’. “Although you failed at this yesterday, you must persevere! Subtle touches go a long way”, she approached Betty who faintly blushed, “a touch on their arm”, she lightly placed her hand on Betty’s upper arm, “or a kiss on the cheek. These things will make him feel just as nervous as you do.”

When she walked up to the board you glanced at Betty, who was looking down at her feet now and was as red as a tomato. ‘There’s my proof’.

“Finally, the talk.” She underlined this point in red, “the talk. Jughead has an exquisite way with words, and you have to use your words to get to him. This is the key point in seducing a writer.”

There went your plan from before. “But what kind of words Ronnie?”

Betty commented, “He’s a writer and an English nerd, maybe quote some romantic literature to him?”

Kevin scoffed, “That’ll make you look desperate, like you’re trying too hard! Say some dirty stuff in his ear, be straight forward, tell him you want to see his di-”

Veronica nearly screeched, “Guys! This isn’t Shakespearean times and she doesn’t just want to fuck him!” She shook her head and sighed, “You have to be sweet. Sickly sweet. Tell him hanging out with him makes you happy. Tell him you love his writing. Tell him anything nice you can think of, but above all”, she walked over to you and placed her hands on your shoulders.

“Be yourself.”

You took your place outside the door, then walked in to see Kevin standing facing away from you. He had offered to be Jughead for this simulation. You tapped his shoulder and he turned around, giving you his best moody scowl. “Hey (Y/N).”

You, Betty, and Veronica couldn’t contain your laughter, but you continued. “Hey Jug, how are you?”

Veronica sighed and covered her eyes with her hand, “No, ask him what he thinks about your outfit!”

“Oh! Uh”, you stumbled but gave him a bright smile, “what do you think of my dress Juggie?”

“It’s absolutely hideous, and material desires mean nothing to me, except this hat. Have you ever seen me without the stupid hat on? That’s weird!”

You laughed and slapped his arm, V cheered while giggling, “that’s good!”

Betty chuckled but seriously questioned, “I do wonder though, why he keeps that hat on all the time?”

From Juggie: How was it?

To Juggie: We had fun, just did some studying together. Hey Jug?

From Juggie: Yes?

To Juggie: Why do you always wear the same beanie?

From Juggie: I don’t know, I’ve always worn it. I feel like it’s now part of my branding. I’m weird, I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in and I don’t want to fit in. I think that’s what the hat means to me.

To Juggie: lol you’re right, you are a strange one :P

From Juggie: “Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” - Edgar Allan Poe. Good night (Y/N).

To Juggie: Good night Jug.

Unsent: I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I love you.

Dorkerella || Peter Parker x Reader ||

Characters: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Fandom: MCU/ SM: HC

Request: Yes bless from my honey b @toms-spidey [a peter parker imagine where it’s time for another school dance and he wants to ask reader and vice versa but peter’s too afraid he’ll have to ditch her like he ditched liz so he doesn’t, but then he goes to the dance and sees the reader there alone and asks her to dance n yeah all that jazz :-)]

Prompt: You and Peter often find yourselves in a dilemma, this time around it was because of an upcoming dance. You’ve been a friend of Peter’s for quite some time and developed a crush on him, so naturally, everyone knew about it except for Peter and you so desperately wanted him to take you to the dance. Only he struggled to find it within himself to do so. 

Tags: @rafeadderall @deans-angel-of-thursdays

Word Count: 2,424

A/N: THIS IS HECKIN CUTE ASSSSSS, i changed it slightly toward the end but it still hella cute <3 omgggg

The school hallways filled with posters promoting the school’s fundraising dance this upcoming Friday, it was always a fun event for everyone, hosted by the senior students before their farewell early next year. Y/N had gone last year with Peter and Ned and they had the time of their lives, now times had changed. 

People changed.

Not negatively of course, over the year Y/N developed feelings toward Peter. He tended to stand out for her more, it was as if she woke up one morning and her dearest friend Peter Parker was suddenly the most attractive person she knew. That wasn’t quite the case at all actually, over time these feelings accumulated but it did feel as though it happened all at once. 

Here she was a year later, hopelessly crushing on her best friend. It had been quite the hard year for her, having to watch Peter change from the lovable nerd she fell in love with to super hero extraordinaire. She also had to guide him through the period of which he was completely infatuated with Liz Allan. Long before Y/N had a crush on him, Peter had a crush on Liz so while it hurt to see him pawn after another girl, Y/N always remembered Peter was a friend first. 

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Chapter 5: Peanut Butter and Jealous (Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

A/n: Liz is also a sophomore in this story, not a Senior. Also, the Y/n character is not the usual girl next door kind considering the fact that she’s a Stark, she’s somehow the Blair Waldorf in her own world, but ya know… with an MCU twist (kinda lol)




Y/n scrambles to her feet helping Peter stand up from where they were laying. You fix your hair and put on your silk robe.

Peter can sense the horror-struck feature on your face. Y/n grabs Peter by the arm as the two of you head upstairs to your room.

“If you think my dad is scary, you should meet my mom. She can be quite hypercritical, so don’t hold it against her if she says something harsh. That’s why she’s friends with people from Vogue, they’re both just as horrifying.” Y/n explains as the two of you enter your room.

“Does May know that you’re here?” Y/n asks Peter.

“I told her I was going to crash at Ned’s place.” Peter replies.

“My mom is on her way up, I can’t let you just hang inside my room the whole time she’s here.” Y/n says.

“I know! Can’t you just distract her something? I’ll try to run to the elevator as fast as I can.” Peter reasons out.

“I don’t think you understand how elevators work. They make a sound whenever someone enters or leaves.” Y/n snaps.

“I better go check if my mom’s here.” Y/n tells him before opening the door.

“Don’t leave until I come back here okay?” You remind him before you hear the familiar elevator sound. 

The footsteps of your mom’s heels click against the marble tiles.

“Helena, tell Y/n to hurry up. Today’s the annual Stark Industries brunch. Plus, Eloise and Nicholas are waiting for her inside the car.” Y/n’s mom’s commanding voice echoes in the foyer.

“They’re here for the weekend as well?” You run downstairs to see your mom standing by the main entrance.

“Why aren’t you dressed? The brunch is starting in 30 minutes.” Your mom scolds you

“Good morning to you too, mother.” Y/n greets the Impeccably dressed French woman who removes her sun glasses the second you get to her.

“Hello, sweetie! You look exhausted. Did your dad bore you to death with all those inventions he’s been making?” Y/n’s mom asks, opening her arms wide open as she hugs you.

“I went to a party last night, actually.” Y/n corrects.

“I know… Happy told me everything.” She says as the two of you pull away from the hug.

“Everything?” Y/n eyes shot wide open.

“He told me that you got drunk and passed out before he could fetch you.” Denise states.

Y/n lets out a sigh of relief after realizing that Happy didn’t mention the part with Peter. 

“Yup! That’s what happened.” Y/n replies nervously.

“Gotta go freshen up a bit. Be right back. Brunch at the Plaza, right?” You inquire before quickly running up the stairs.

“I’m actually planning on leaving now.” Y/n’s mom’s stern voice echoes.

“Why don’t I just catch up with you guys there? I just need to bathe and change. Bye!” You run up to your room to see Peter standing in the middle of your room, half naked.

“Oh my god! Peter put on some clothes!” You cover your eyes.

“I don’t know where my clothes are! I can’t remember where I placed them. I have to go home, I forgot your dad’s brunch is today” He panics.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure my brother has spare clothes in his room. Okay, did everyone receive a secret message about the brunch but me?” Y/n grumbles, grabbing Peter by the arm as the two of you head to Nicholas’ room.

“You have a habit of grabbing me by the hand, you know that?” Peter asks, chuckling.

“Oh please, we both know you love it when I hold your arm.” Y/n sneers.

You roll your eyes and open the closet to see your brother’s collection of Prada Long sleeves. 

“Excellent!” You grab the Prada white button downs and Navy blue blazer, and your brother’s favorite Ralph Lauren Cotton Chino pants.

“Since you liked our teenage night scene so much, it’s time to spend time the adults of the Upper East Side at brunch. Suit up, Parker.” Y/n hands Peter the outfit.

“What about my shoes?” Peter asks.

“Say no more. I’ve got you covered.” Y/n reassures him.


The hall is filled with food, from croissants and scones of different flavors to mixed fruits, the freshest yogurts and multiple choices of drinks, from juices to Moet champagne battles.

“Don’t draw attention to yourself. Stick with me, okay?” Y/n reminds Peter.

“Mr. Parker! I thought you didn’t want to attend… What are you doing here with my daughter?” Tony walks towards the two teenagers.

“Hi, dad.” You kiss your dad on the cheek.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go talk to your siblings for awhile? I need to talk to Peter.” Tony tells Y/n who is unsure.

“I won’t harm your pet, don’t worry.” Tony reassures his daughter before she walks away.

“What are you playing at, Parker? I thought you had feelings for someone else name… Liz was it?” Tony inquires, putting an arm around Peter.

“Sir, I can assure you, Y/n and I are just friends. She actually convinced me to go here actually. And how did you find out about Liz?” Peter furrows his eyebrows at Tony.

“I got it from your suit and that is beside the point. If I could prevent Y/n from growing up, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’ve seen how boys look at her, how you look at her. She got all her good genes from me, not from her mother.” Tony explains.

“I can see that, Mr. Stark.” Peter just nods in agreement.

“I know everything, Mr. Parker. I also know that you tried to make a move on her at some party.” Tony says sternly.

“Tony!” A male voice calls him.

“We’ll continue this discussion later.” Tony walks away.

Shit. I knew this was going to get messy. I just didn’t think it would get messy this quickly.’ Peter thinks to himself.

“Peter! Hi!” A voice interrupts his thoughts.

“Finally, someone normal.” He mutters.

“Oh hey!” Peter smiles at the person who called him.

On the other side of the room:

Y/n is about to walk towards the Stark table when the three friends stop her.

“Thank god we found you.” Tina sighs.

“Why? What’s going on?” You ask.

“It’s kinda coincidental that we were talking about Liz last night when…” Eliza doesn’t finish her sentence, instead looks at what’s behind Y/n.

You turn around to see Liz and her mom talking to someone.

“What is she doing here?” You ask, facing your friends.

“His father owns a Salvage company that works with your father actually. I’m kinda surprised she’d be here.” Tina states.

“I think Peter has a thing for her. I need you girls to distract him for me. I’ll go talk to Liz.” Y/n tells the three girls whose eyebrows are raised.

“What? He has a thing for Liz and you know how we operate.” Y/n sneers.

“Looks like we’re a bit late with the plan.” Maddie tells Y/n.

You turn around the third time to see Peter and Liz talking, smiling at one another.

“Unbelievable.” Y/n mutters and walks towards the two.

“Hi, Liz! I’m so glad to see you! What are you doing here?” Y/n exclaims and hugs Liz in the process.

“My dad couldn’t go, so I was kind of forced to come today. Your family brunch is still glamorous as always.” Liz smiles at you as you let go.

“Thank you! I do hope you’re enjoying everything. By the way, the girls are also here.” Y/n looks at Tina, Eliza, and Maddie and signals them to walk towards Y/n, Peter, and Liz.

Peter can sense the tension radiating from Y/n. His phone vibrates and sees Ned’s text about the Falcon and his men are stealing equipment from a truck.

As much as he loved spending time with Y/n, he can feel the socialites glaring at him, probably wondering whose kid he is or why he walked in with Y/n Stark. Ned texting Peter about the Falcon is the perfect excuse to ditch the brunch.

Tina, Maddie, Eliza, and Liz start to converse.

“Can I borrow Y/n for a second?” Peter asks the girls.

Y/n smiles at Peter as he holds her arm and they move towards the door.

“I uhh… I have to go.” Peter tells Y/n.

“Now? Peter, you haven’t even eaten yet. I can call your Aunt May for you.” Y/n replies.

“I know, but I never told her that I’m going to the brunch today. She’s going to freak out.” Peter lies.

“You could’ve just told me you that you didn’t want to go here in the first place.” Y/n mutters, crossing her arms.

“Y/n… I’m so sorry. It’s just…. Our lives are so different. I can live without the fancy brunches, sports cars, and New York socialites, you can’t. I’m really sorry. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?” Just like that Peter leaves brunch, leaving Y/n disappointed and mad.

And nobody wants to see Y/n Stark when she’s mad.

“So Peter’s crush, Liz is the daughter of Mr. Toomes? New York is getting smaller.” Tony puts an arm around his daughter.

“Come on, you deserve a healthy breakfast.” Tony leads his daughter away from the door, knowing that Peter won’t come back after storming out.

Y/n releases herself from Tony’s hold and walks away.

“It still feels like a television show when I’m with her.” Tony whispers seeing his daughter stomping towards the family table. He couldn’t have his daughter any other way.


“Y/n!!” Tina calls you as she approaches the table, holding her Stella McCartney coat in one hand and her phone in the other.

“Unless you have something that is related to our math homework or anything that concerns my well-being. I’m not interested.” Y/n replies.

“Even better. A little birdie tells me that Liz is throwing a party tonight at her place.” Tina sits beside you, handing you her phone with a photo of the invitation.

“Hold on, Liz Allan? As in, Peter Parker’s crush, Liz Allan?” Y/n asks.

“Are we talking about Liz again?” Maddie chimes in, as she and Eliza, join in on the conversation.

“A little birdie told me she’s hosting a party tonight.” Tina tells them.

“Didn’t we just go to a party last Friday night? Why are we going to Liz’s place when she lives in Queens, oh and it’s a Wednesday night!” Eliza clarifies.

“Well, Think of it this way. Peter’s surely going to be there because of Liz. I say we crash her party.” Maddie shrugs her shoulders.

“Looks like our monthly dinner at The Plaza is postponed until further notice. Anyone up for a party in Queens?” Y/n smirks at her friends.

“I’m totally dreading the fact that Liz lives in Queens but I’m so in.” Eliza returns the smirk at Y/n who is looking down at the invitation.

“Wow, Liz never told us her house is huge.” Maddie sighs, looking at the bright lights coming out from the Modern house.

“Ready to crash the party?” Y/n asks the three girls who are all glammed up more than ever, ready to make a statement.

You and your friends walk in to see the party in full swing. The boys are starting to take notice, which is what you wanted in the first place, but the only boy you’re looking for in this party is Peter Parker.

Liz and the rest of her friends are seated on the floor and look like they’re playing spin the bottle.

“Oh my god, this party is just like the one we had in 7th grade. They’re clearly just looking for a reason to play 7 minutes in heaven.” Eliza mutters.

“Well well well! If it isn’t the Queen B of the Upper East Side. What, did you guys get bored at your 2-storey apartments and Prep school boys?” Flash looks up from where he’s seated.

Liz eyes shoot wide open upon seeing her four former friends from Spence.

“Cool party you got here Liz.” Y/n smirks at Liz who stands up to welcome them.

“Y/n, girls! What are you doing here?” Liz smiles at the four of them awkwardly.

“We were supposed to have dinner at the Plaza, but we wanted to stop by to our friend Liz’s place, surprise surprise, you’re actually in the middle of a party.” You reply.

You look at your friends and raise your eyebrows at them slightly, signaling them to bombard Liz. It’s your time to find Peter.

You see Peter holding a red solo cup, standing beside Ned who is wearing a weird hat. Instead of making your presence known, you hide behind the wall that separates the kitchen and the walkway.

“So when are you going to ask Liz to homecoming?” You hear Ned ask Peter.

“I don’t know…. She’s THE Liz Allan, I’ve been longing to ask her out since freshman year and then there’s Y/n who is so amazing-” A smile forms on your lips upon hearing Peter’s words.

“-But I just can’t handle the pressures of liking a Stark. Liz is the girl of my dreams, you know that right?” Peter sighs.

It’s time.

“That’s not what you told me when you kissed me last Friday.” Y/n sneers, interrupting Peter and Ned’s conversation.

Ned’s eyes widen, looking at both you and Peter.

“I’m gonna go…. polish my hat.” Ned runs away slowly.

“Y/n, I can explain.” Peter sighs.

“Explain what? You already made it very clear that I’m nothing compared to THE Liz Allan. I already lost the guy I liked because of Liz back when she was still at Spence, now it’s come back to haunt me again, and this time I thought I actually had a shot.” Y/n bites her lips to stop herself from crying.

“Thank you, Peter. Thanks for bringing me back to those days. I always have been just second best after Liz Allan.” You storm out of the house.

“Y/n wait!” Peter runs after you, grabbing you using his web, you spinning into his arms.

“I like you, I really do. I’m just…. confused. This whole Spiderman thing just made things difficult for me.” He holds you tight in his arms.

“Let me make it easier for you then. Enjoy your homecoming, Peter.” You push him away, heading towards your car.

Get out of Liz’s house. We’re done.’ Y/n texts the girls.

Peter Parker won’t know what hit him.

Promises You Can't Keep- Part 2

Summary: After the reader’s break up with Peter, things start to go downhill. 

Part One Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Angst?? And swearing

Weeks had passed since the fateful conversation. Y/N stared blankly at the board, back in her biology class. “This was where me and Peter first met.” I remembered. It hurt just thinking about him. “Ms. Y/L/N!” The teacher called out. Some people were snickering.

“Are you getting all of this?” The teacher asked sharply. I nodded, but of course, the page was blank. Two seats away from me, sat Peter. I tried to erase the memories of two weeks ago, but it all just came running back.

Peter Parker’s POV

He was so worried about her. His superhero duties had interfered with his life. Peter knew this would happen. Y/N didn’t know what he went through. He wanted to tell her so bad, to let all his feelings out; to have his best friend back. But he was too late. You had enough.


As the school bell rang for lunch, Y/N quickly walked out of the classroom. She went straight for her locker, putting her books back. That’s when she noticed a tall boy leaning against the locker beside her. The new wave of pain washed over her. “Y/N.” Peter said. “Peter.” I replied as I swiftly grabbed my drawing pad out headed for the cafeteria.

I took my place in the line, waiting for my tray. I knew I wasn’t going to sit with Peter today. As I got my servings, I walked to my table only to be tripped by the one and only, Liz Allan. “Oops! Sorry Y/N!” She exclaimed with a smug grin. I felt everyone’s eyes on me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the very guy I was trying to avoid.

“It’s ok.” I muttered sharply. Now my lunch was gone. Great. “Ooh, what’s this?” Liz said playfully as she grabbed my drawing pad of the floor. It was special. It was the last birthday present Y/N had ever gotten from her dad before he died. “No- please Liz. Give it back.” I pleaded.

“Let me look in it first!” She squeeled. Liz flipped to the first page. Everyone in the cafeteria was staring. “What’s this?” Liz shouted and laughed. It was a self portrait. The curves and strokes were light and delicate, and it included all the tiny details.

Liz chuckled. “What kind of thing is this?” She yelled out to everyone. There was a roar of laughter when everyone saw the drawing. She looked at the second page. It was of my parents. Liz merely scoffed before her eyes sparkled at the third page. It was of Peter, during Homecoming.

He wore a shiny black suit and a matching tie. He held a single rose in his hand. I remembered the day. Peter asked me if he looked good enough for Liz. I replied saying it was perfect. He really was, at least how I looked at him. Liz had a fire in her eyes. She still thought that Peter was her territory. “You son of a-”

“STOP!” Someone yelled. Peter pushed through the crowds and turned to face her. “I’ve had enough of you, and your sick little attitude, Liz.” He said angrily. Peter offered me his hand to help me up. I gratefully take it, making sure to thank him later.

“Everyone here is tired and done with you. You are defenitely not perfect; no one is. So stop making a fool of yourself, and give her back the book.” Peter said. Now, all the eyes were trained on Liz. She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She said as she got up from her table, and sauntered away into the halls of the school.

The cafeteria was silent. Even the cooks were, apparently they were listening the whole time. “You okay?” Peter asked me softly. He pulled me into a hug and I tried to fight the tears that were threatening to spill. “Thank you, Peter.” I whispered into his neck. “No problem.” He replied, as he lead me somewhere to comfort me.

I felt like part 2 was bleh… Please give me feedback!!! Lol I was gonna edit later, so I pressed “save draft”… But then the draft wasn’t there so I started to freak out! But I found out I pressed save privately instead. 😂😂
Part 3 coming soon… 😈

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Part Three

anonymous asked:

Holi :3 Podrías recomendarme varios libros buenísimos? Ya sean de fantasía, misterio y romance, o cualquier otro que tenga una buena narración (y no importa si son de autores viejos [Como Mary Shelley, Adgar Allan Poe, Oscar Wilde, y asi] e.e) Gracias.🌱💙


Aquí te dejo algunas novelas que me parecen que tienen muy buena narración, algunos son de fantasía, romance, misterio, etc. Espero que alguno de ellos sea lo que buscas

Autores clásicos

Frankenstein - Mary Shelley

El retrato de Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde

Orgullo y Prejuicio - Jane Austen

El gran Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Orlando - Virginia Woolf 

Autores modernos

El asesino ciego - Margaret Atwood

Los mosaicos de Sarantium [saga] - Guy Gavriel Kay

  • Los mosaicos de Sarantium
  • Reino de luz y tinieblas

Kalpa Imperial - Angélica Gorodischer


Buenas noches mis querid@s y espojons@s mensjaj@s

acá les traigo un hermoso y sensual trabajo de Edenedgar  aca el link por si quierener el original  y sí, es un SPOILER de la ruta de Seven … espero le guste mucho.. ¡ah! por cierto antes de que lo olvide la canción de la primera página es de Allan Walker y se llama “I’m faded”….

Ah y adoro a este autor por que ya tengo permiso por siempre ypara siempre de traducir su trabajo ¡yay! en cuanto publique algo  lindo se los traere (tardando eones como siempre)

recuerden que amar es compartir..¡meow!

El cuervo.

Cierta noche aciaga cuando, con la mente cansada,
Meditaba sobre varios libracos de sabiduría ancestral
Y asentía, adormecido, de pronto se oyó un rasguido,
Como si alguien muy suavemente llamara a mi portal.
“Es un visitante -me dije- que está llamando al portal.
Sólo eso y nada más.”

¡Ah, recuerdo tan claramente aquel desolado diciembre!
Cada chispa resplandeciente dejaba un rastro espectral.
Yo esperaba ansioso el alba, pues no había hallado calma
En mis libros, ni consuelo a la pérdida abismal
De aquella a quien los ángeles Leonor podrán llamar
Y aquí en el mundo ya nadie nombrará.

Cada crujido de las cortinas purpúreas y cetrinas
Me embargaba de dañinas dudas y mi sobresalto era tal
Que para calmar mi angustia repetí con voz mustia:
“No es sino un visitante que ha llegado a mi portal;
Un tardío visitante esperando en mi portal.
Sólo eso y nada más”.

Mas de pronto me animé y sin vacilación hablé:
“Caballero -dije- o señora, me tendréis que disculpar
Pues estaba adormecido cuando oí vuestro rasguido
Y tan suave había sido vuestro golpe en mi portal
Que dudé de haberlo oído”. ¡Y abrí de golpe el portal!
Sólo sombras, nada más.

La noche miré de lleno, de temor y dudas pleno,
Y soñé sueños que nadie osó soñar jamás;
Pero en este silencio atroz, superior a toda voz,
Sólo se oyó la palabra “Leonor”, que yo me atreví a susurrar
Sí, susurré la palabra “Leonor” y un eco volvióla a nombrar.
Sólo eso y nada más.

Aunque mi alma ardía por dentro regresé a mis aposentos
Pero pronto aquel rasguido se escuchó más pertinaz.
“Esta vez, quien sea que llama, ha llamado a mi ventana;
Veré pues de qué se trata, qué misterio habrá detrás.
Si mi corazón se aplaca lo podré desentrañar.
¡Es el viento y nada más!”

Mas cuando abrí la persiana se coló por la ventana,
Agitando el plumaje, un cuervo muy solemne y ancestral.
Sin cumplido o miramiento, sin detenerse un momento,
Con aire envarado y grave fue a posarse en mi portal,
En un pálido busto de Palas que hay encima del umbral.
Fue, posóse y nada más.

Esta negra y torva ave tocó, con su aire grave,
En sonriente extrañeza mi gris solemnidad.
“Ese penacho rapado -le dije- no te impide ser
Osado, viejo cuervo desterrado de la negrura abisal;
¿Cuál es tu tétrico nombre en el abismo infernal?”
Dijo el cuervo: “Nunca más”.

Que un ave zarrapastrosa tuviera esa voz virtuosa
Sorprendióme aunque el sentido fuera tan poco cabal,
Pues acordaréis conmigo que pocos habrán tenido
Ocasión de ver posado tal pájaro en su portal.
Ni ave ni bestia alguna en la estatua del portal
Que se llamara “Nunca más”.

Mas el cuervo, altivo, adusto, no pronunció desde el busto,
Como si en ello le fuera el alma, ni una sílaba más.
No movió una sola pluma ni dijo palabra alguna
Hasta que al fin musité: “Vi a otros amigos volar;
Por la mañana él también, cual mis anhelos, volará”.
Y dijo entonces :“Nunca más”.

Esta certera respuesta dejó mi alma traspuesta;
“Sin duda -dije- repite lo que ha podido acopiar
Del repertorio olvidado de algún amo desgraciado
Que en su caída redujo sus canciones a un refrán:
Nunca, nunca más”.

Como el cuervo aún convertía en sonrisa mi porfía
Planté una silla mullida frente al ave y el portal,
Y hundido en el terciopelo me afané con recelo
En descubrir qué quería la funesta ave ancestral
Al repetir: “Nunca más”.

Esto, sentado, pensaba, aunque sin decir palabra
Al ave que ahora quemaba mi pecho con su mirar;
Eso y más cosas pensaba, con la cabeza apoyada
Sobre el cojín purpúreo que el candil hacía brillar.
¡Sobre aquel cojín purpúreo que ella gustaba de usar,
Y ya no usará nunca más!

Luego el aire se hizo denso, como si ardiera un incienso
Mecido por serafines de leve andar musical.
“¡Miserable! -me dije-. ¡Tu Dios estos ángeles dirige
Hacia ti con el filtro que a Leonor te hará olvidar!
¡Bebe, bebe el dulce filtro, y a Leonor olvidarás!”
Dijo el cuervo: “Nunca más”.

“¡Profeta! -grité- ser malvado, profeta eres, ¡diablo alado!
¿Del Tentador enviado o acaso una tempestad
Trajo tu torvo plumaje hasta este yermo paraje,
A esta morada espectral? ¡Mas te imploro, dime ya,
Dime, te imploro, si existe algún bálsamo en Galaad!”
Dijo el cuervo: “Nunca más”.

“¡Profeta! -grité- ser malvado, profeta eres, ¡diablo alado!
Por el Dios que veneramos, por el manto celestial,
Dile a este desventurado si en el Edén lejano
A Leonor, ahora entre ángeles, un día podré abrazar”.
Dijo el cuervo: “¡Nunca más!”

“¡Diablo alado, no hables más!” -dije- dando un paso atrás;
¡Que la tromba te devuelva a la negrura abisal!
¡Ni rastro de tu plumaje en recuerdo de tu ultraje
Quiero en mi portal! ¡Deja en paz mi soledad!
¡Quita el pico de mi pecho y tu sombra del portal!“
Dijo el cuervo: "Nunca más”.

Y el impávido cuervo osado aún sigue, sigue posado,
En el pálido busto de Palas que hay encima del portal,
Y su mirada aguileña es la de un demonio que sueña,
Cuya sombra el candil en el suelo proyecta fantasmal;
Y mi alma, de esa sombra que allí flota fantasmal,
No se alzará ¡nunca más!

- Edgar Allan Poe.

Hace dos años posteé el mismo poema. Adoro a Edgar Allan Poe y este, junto a Annabel Lee son prácticamente mis favoritos <3

Sarah Y. Mason, seen here at the typewriter, flanked by director Allan Dwan and actor Richard Rosson during production of Bound in Morocco (1918), was the very first Continuity Girl. Today the term is Script Supervisor

Mason was invited to Hollywood in 1917 by none other than Academy co-founder Douglas Fairbanks after he saw her in a high school play. The plan was to have her perform alongside Fairbanks in Arizona (1918), but they decided on a different actress. 

Mason convinced Dwan that she could be a great benefit to the production by taking notes on each scene to prevent continuity errors. Dwan agreed and Mason’s duties eventually expanded to keep an eye out for potential anachronisms which were common in cinema in the 1920s - an art that was still quite new. Mason’s attention to detail and keen eye saved the studio so much money by avoiding retakes that she was hired full time and the position spread throughout Hollywood. 

In 1933 Mason received an Oscar, along with her husband Victor Heerman, during the 6th Academy Awards in Writing for adapting “Little Women” for the screen.

Julio Cortázar, el escritor que aguardó y siguió leyendo

El 30 de agosto de 1948 apareció en Argentina una novela titulada “Adán Buenosayres”, de Leopoldo Marechal. Como el autor era peronista, y la inteligencia de la época se oponía al régimen, aquel libro solo recibió burlas y afrentas. Todos lo leyeron en términos políticos.

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A/N: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s SPN Movie Night Writing Challenge. My movie prompt is Robin Hood.  A big thank you goes out to my amazing betas!  @myfandomlifeisaverage and @maraisabellegrey I couldn’t have gotten this to be so good without your help.

Summary: Reader is betrothed to the Prince of Hell, Crowley, but then crosses paths with someone she knew during childhood.  Now she must decide which path the rest of her life will follow and deal with the consequences that will result from her decision.

Pairings: Crowley x Reader/Dean x Reader

Warnings: None (yet)

Characters: Robin of Locksley (Robin Hood): Dean of Lawrence; Little John: Little Sam; Lady Marion: Reader (Y/N); Allan a Dale: Angel a Cas; Guy Guisbourne: Crowley; Sheriff of Nottingham: King of Hell, Lucifer; Handmaiden: Charlie

Word Count: 4,386

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alejandravalenciano  asked:

Que pasa cuando un Escorpio se enamora??😀

Se convierte en el ser más idiota del universo… literal es como una mezcla de un romántico bohemio, un drogadicto y Edgar Allan Poe juntos en uno sólo, piensas todo el día en la persona es tu droga y no la dejas y tienes pensamientos suicidas y fatalistas si te deja :v