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Posso buscar em outras bocas o seu beijo, outros olhares o brilho do seus olhos e em outros momentos, o nosso, que será em vão. Me marcou com amor e por mais que eu negue, fuja, e vire todas as esquinas à procura da felicidade, sei que só encontrarei meu refúgio com você.
—  Anata ga hitsuyou desu.

Deixou escapar um grunhido frustrado enquanto batia a cabeça, de leve, repetidas vezes sobre a superfície da mesa de madeira da biblioteca de Hogwarts. Não estava tendo sucesso no trabalho de Feitiços que seria entregue apenas no fim do ano letivo. Primeiro, porque não sabia qual seria sua linha de pesquisa, um feitiço de defesa? Ataque? A única certeza que tinha é que não demonstraria seu interesse pela Arte das Trevas. Segundo, porque estava tendo dificuldade para se adaptar à varinha de choupo-tremedor, substituta daquela que havia perdido no caos que foi o motivo para sua expulsão de Beauxbatons. Endireitou-se na cadeira, analisando o material que se assemelhava ao marfim e era resistente à sua magia. —   Como eu vou criar um feitiço e fazer com que ele funcione se essa merda de varinha se recusa a cooperar? —  Reclamou para a pessoa ao seu lado, recebendo um olhar repreendedor da bibliotecária por estar falando alto demais para uma biblioteca. Direcionou a mulher um sorriso amarelo e concordou em abaixar o tom de voz.

Leave The Light On

Oliver turned onto Adams Street and revved the Ducati up a couple more RPM’s. The night was bitter cold, but like he told Barry Allen, he spent five years on an island in the South China Sea—he didn’t get cold.

That was such a load of macho bullshit. It was freezing. In spite of what some people had told him, he did feel things. And right now, he was feeling the bite of the night. But this huge drug shipment that was going down tonight was more important than anything the weather was doing. Rene had set this all up a week ago when he got word from some of his old street contacts that thirty million dollars’ worth of heroin was being moved through the Star City docks, out to 10,000 junkies, and just as many teenagers in the city. Tonight, the Team was in place and ready to make their move.

Except for Felicity. She was still at Star City Memorial. Oliver felt the weight of guilt in his mind and heart for even being on this thing tonight. When she began to experience pain from her condition, Oliver had taken her to the hospital and intended to stay right by her side. Last week when Rene brought the operation to Oliver, Felicity was doing okay and he had set her up with her coms and computers where she could use her awesome skills from their home. She would be, forever and always, the Team’s Overwatch.

Then a complication arose last night and Felicity’s priorities changed. So did Oliver’s. He intended to pass the responsibilities of the mission on to John and Rene, both more than capable of being Team Leader.

John’s voice came over the coms. “GA…uh, Overwatch is expecting.”

A shot of adrenalin surged through him as John’s code shattered his introspective guilt. “I’m on my way back,” Oliver told John.

“Negative, brother,” John answered. “Speedy is with her. And she said to finish the mission. She loves you and knows you want to be there.”

Oliver was adamant.  “Spartan, I don’t care what she said. I’m en route to the hospital. Clear a route so I don’t accidently run over civilians on my way.”

Oliver’s private com channel suddenly clicked on and Felicity’s so familiar voice spoke to him, like he was hearing the voice of conscious reach out. “Oliver, John is right. You need to lead the team and take out the bad guys.”

“Felicity…” Oliver started to say.

“Oliver, I love you and both of these gifts we’re getting tonight are going to be a pretty good story to tell to our son.”

Oliver sighed in agreement. “Okay love, I’m going in. But, I might go off the rails a tiny bit to speed up the operation. I am coming to you tonight, even if it kills me. Which it won’t…because, you know…I am a badass superhero.”

“Oliver, I’ll be waiting for you. Thea is holding my hand, so the Queen bloodline is well represented tonight. Stay focused and come back to me.”

The private com clicked off. Oliver did what he was told. He readjusted his focus and ramped up the Ducati. As he sped toward the docks, Oliver gave out a little prayer of support to his wife and their first born.

**

When the RPG hit his bike, Oliver was almost in position. Rene, John and Black Canary had already made contact with the drug runners, and somehow, John had convinced him to be their back up, to open an escape route for them after the deal went down. Oliver knew why John was so persistent, and he agreed to keep the Team’s backs clear.

The near supersonic grenade exploded five feet in front of where Oliver was sitting on the Ducati waiting for the green signal from John. The concussion from the blast lifted Oliver off the bike and threw him some forty feet away onto the hard street surface.

He was already unconscious before he landed. Darkness swept him away and he was lost in the grip of the long, bitterly cold night.

**

John walked into Felicity’s hospital room and stood just inside of the door. He was a mess. Several cuts were tattooed on his face; just another night of crime fighting. But he was whole and he went to Felicity’s bedside.

Felicity watched John come into the room and she knew immediately that something was wrong. He was her big brother, and just like she did with Oliver, she could see and feel when the man was hurting. “John, what happened,” she asked him.

“Felicity…Oliver, he took a hit…”

She shifted on the bed and then sat up. “John, what happened? Where is he?”

John sighed and then sat down in a chair next to her bed. “Felicity, he was in the direct path of an explosion from an RPG…” He paused and took a deep breath. “He was thrown off his bike and…”

“John, is he alive?”

“Yeah,” John smiled at her. “The man is pretty resilient. He was also lucky he had on Cisco’s super-duper body armor.” Now that he knew Oliver was going to survive, he was able to release his pent up anxiety and concern for his brother. “He broke his arm,” John continued. “He also has the usual cuts and bruises and he has a concussion from the blast.  But he is going to be okay.”

Felicity let her own relieved sigh relax her body. She lay back down on the bed and reached out to take John’s hand. “Thank god,” she whispered. “Do you think I could go see him?”

“Yeah,” John told her. “That’s why I’m here. He asked me to come get you. Felicity, he is desperate to see you…and your beautiful new baby.”

Felicity was already climbing out of the bed.

**

Oliver opened his eyes and saw that a little piece of Heaven on earth was sitting next to his bed. He had an IV stuck in his good arm, and there were monitoring devices arranged around him. Felicity was sitting in a wheelchair holding their new born son. The sense of calm he felt whenever she was around him settled into him. It felt like someone had turned on a heater inside of him, sheltering him against the cold.

“Hey,” Felicity spoke softly to him. “I leave you alone for a minute, and you nearly get yourself killed. How could I tell our son that his father died as a hero on the night he was born?”

Oliver put his whole soul in the smile he gave her. “Well, you know me,” he told her. “I can’t ever lose my way. Not when I have you and this new life we were given tonight. Felicity, I have always told you that you are the light that leads the way. I will always come back to you.”

“Oliver, I will always leave the light on for you.”

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Vietnam’s Gay Scene

Vietnam’s gay scenes may be lacking in nightlife, but as David Mann reports, things are (slowly) changing for the better.

It’s Saturday night and the boys are ready to hit the town. Binh, 25, is a personal trainer, Alex, 23, is a mixed-race marketing executive and Duong, 26, is a successful Viet Kieu entrepreneur.

Our destination is the suggestively named Golden Cock “G.C” Bar. It lays claim to being the oldest gay bar in Vietnam. It’s also the only gay bar in Hanoi. Just steps from Hoan Kiem Lake, G.C. Bar is pretty much empty during the week except for two hours each Saturday night, when it’s packed to the rafters with gentlemen seeking the company of other gentlemen.

Gay rights supporters cycle through Hanoi as part of the city’s annual Viet Pride festival. 

Inside we join a scrum of sweaty bodies waiting in line for drinks as Kesha’s We R Who We R blares on the speakers. The bar occupies the first floor of a traditional Hanoi tube house: long and narrow, with no dance floor and a lone pool table.

After collecting our reasonably priced G&Ts, the boys and I head to a corner where we can safely peruse the local talent. “Do any of these look familiar?” I ask watching Binh’s eyes scan the room, which is filled predominately with locals and a handful of expats.

“Yeah, most of them I’ve seen before, either here or on Grindr,” he says, referring to the popular gay dating app. “But I prefer to go out. I like meeting guys in person and talking with them out in the open — this is really the only place to do that.”

Soon enough, it’s standing only as more boys pack into the already crammed bar to navigate the safari of twinks, muscle Marys and the odd bear. No dancing, though, which is immensely frustrating given the music is perhaps the most, ahem, fabulous in all of Hanoi.

But then at 12am the curfew hits, the lights come on and the bar closes. Some pack into cabs bound for all-night bars, the rest hop on their motorcycles and head home.

Hanoi’s Emerging Scene

Coming from Sydney, widely considered one of the great gay capitals of the world, I initially found myself disappointed with the absence of a vibrant gay scene in Hanoi. Back home, my Saturday nights were happily spent bouncing between the half-a-dozen or so gay bars on Sydney’s iconic Oxford Street.

Indeed, the more time I spent in Hanoi, the more I realised that Vietnam’s conservative social mores had resulted in same-sex people fraternising mostly behind closed doors, rather than out in the open, in the kinds of bars and trendy gaybourhoods that I was accustomed to.


“There has been a gay boom in Vietnam — in both cities,” says Minh. “Twenty years ago, you would have struggled to see openly gay people or couples walking down the street, or even in bars.”


“People are still very discreet because of the community environment. They’re worried about what people think,” Duong tells me over coffee. “Probably like how Sydney or London was 30 years ago.”

An image from “The Pink Choice” a compilation of photos of same-sex couples in Vietnam compiled by Vietnamese photographer Maika Elan.

However, none of this is to say that Hanoi has nothing to offer its gay residents and visitors. In fact, Minh, 35, says that compared with when he first came out 20 years ago, things have improved dramatically.

“There has been a gay boom in Vietnam — in both cities,” he says. “20 years ago, you would have struggled to see openly gay people or couples walking down the street, or even in bars.”

Indeed, there’s a lot of evidence to show that Hanoi’s gay scene is developing. At Com Ga Café in Hanoi’s Old Quarter, owner Anh-Thuan Nguyen has dedicated the fourth floor to The Closet, a gay-friendly café and lounge that hosts bi-monthly events.

Music and cocktail venue CAMA ATK, tucked away on Mai Hac De Street in Hanoi’s Hai Ba Trung District, hosts a monthly Queer Disco where gay icons Beyonce, Kylie, Lady Gaga and Madonna are the main soundtrack and drag queens proudly strut their stuff for the audience. May’s Queer Disco also saw the launch of Hanoi’s first LGBT zine (hipster speak for “magazine”), Hanoi Panic, which is now stocked at cafes Joma, Daluva and La Bicicleta. The publication’s founders have also, as of September, opened the Hanoi Panic Bar, hosting everything from after parties to speaker events and weekly themed parties. 


“I think more spaces to meet other gay people would really improve the scene here,” he says. “Especially another bar or club with a dance floor to go dancing with friends — that would be amazing.”


There is also the US Embassy-sponsored ASEAN Pride Festival, which for the second consecutive year, saw around 5000 Hanoians gather to watch queer-friendly live music acts from around Southeast Asia perform to raise awareness of LGBT issues and celebrate sexual diversity. [Openly gay U.S. Ambassador - the first openly gay U.S. Ambassador to be posted to Southeast Asia - Ted Osius and husband Clayton Bond also attended the event, accompanied by other members of the diplomatic community.]

Revellers at this year’s Halloween Queer Disco Party at Club CAMA ATK in Hanoi. 

Of course, there are plenty of LGBT-friendly cafés found throughout Hanoi. In Tay Ho District, Maison de Tet Décor is popular with the brunching crowd, while Puku, Boo Cafe and the Hanoi Social Club show their fervent support of gay clientele with rainbow flags on the walls as a sign of proud solidarity.

But for Alex, an American expat who moved to Hanoi six months ago from Phnom Penh, the capital’s gay scene still lags behind other parts of Asia, including neighbouring Cambodia and Thailand.

“I think more spaces to meet other gay people would really improve the scene here,” he says. “Especially another bar or club with a dance floor to go dancing with friends — that would be amazing.”

Meanwhile, in Saigon

Down south, however, a slightly different story emerges. More developed, wealthier and with a larger contingent of expats and openly gay Vietnamese, Ho Chi Minh City flies the rainbow flag moderately higher than its northern sister.

In comparison with Hanoi, Ho Chi Minh City boasts a marginally more developed scene. Its comparatively high concentration of LGBT residents, including those who have relocated from the countryside or overseas, has also helped the tolerance levels, creating a more open and liberal environment where locals can be more open about their sexual preference.


“It’s not really hard to meet guys or girls here — whether it’s at the office, mixed bars or gyms like California Wow. People are less discreet here than they are in Hanoi,” he says.


“Ho Chi Minh City is more happening and open in terms of gay venues and the visibility of the gay community,” says Huy, an executive at a hip digital marketing agency in Ho Chi Minh City’s District 1.

For the younger crowds, Saturday nights are typically split between Centro Lounge, near Lam Son Square, the Republic Lounge in District 1, or Papa Café, a café-cum-double-storey-club overlooking Turtle Lake.

“Older guys tend to go to Apocalypse, a gay-straight bar, but overall the scene is pretty mixed in terms of where different tribes — twinks, jocks, bears — hang out. It’s not really that segregated.”

Huy also says that Le Pub and THI Lounge in District 1 cater to mixed gay-straight crowds, with a strong patronage from gay clientele on weekends.

“It’s not really hard to meet guys or girls here — whether it’s at the office, mixed bars or gyms like California Wow. People are less discreet here than they are in Hanoi,” he says.

Of course, not everyone likes to be scene queen. “I don’t really frequent the ‘scene’ anymore,” explains former Saigon scenester Josh Nguyen. “I did get into it at one point but soon got tired of the stereotypical attitudes. The music is also a terrible mix between Vinahouse and Top 40.”

Wanted: More Lesbians

But while the gay fellas of Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City might bemoan their lack of romantic options, women have it even harder.

“I did notice that it’s much, much easier to meet gay men in Ho Chi Minh City, and that the bigger expat community and maybe more outgoing locals meant I was meeting more gay people in general,” says Karen Hewell, an American expat who arrived in Vietnam nearly three years ago, and has lived in both cities.

“Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City are not far apart in terms of a community for women,” she says, adding that after some fruitless searches online and asking around, she posted something on The New Hanoian, an English language community site in Vietnam.


“Meeting queer women can be difficult because of local traditions that stipulate children live with their parents until marriage. Had I not met her, I could imagine I would have reached a point of dire frustration”


“I had two ladies respond saying they also had a hard time finding places to meet like-minded women, and we sort of bonded over that.”

Karen, who now lives with her Vietnamese girlfriend in Hanoi, says the two met on a blind date set up by a mutual friend. She says that initially cultural barriers made it tricky to meet other women, regardless of whether they were open about their sexuality or not.

“Meeting queer women can be difficult because of local traditions that stipulate children live with their parents until marriage. Had I not met her, I could imagine I would have reached a point of dire frustration.

“I know that people also use apps like Brenda and OkCupid, and Le Pub attracts a decent crowd of women on weekends, same with trendy coffee shops — but it moves around.”

However, in spite of the challenges, she’s optimistic that a shift in attitudes, along with bigger pride events, will deliver a more open and active gay scene for both men and women.

“Having now moved back to Hanoi after doing a long stint in Ho Chi Minh City, it’s so refreshing to see things like Queer Disco — that gays actually go to — pop up.”

The Apps

While Hanoi may be a little behind the times in regards to gay nightlife, it’s right on cue with its use of high-tech dating apps such as Grindr, Tindr, Jack’d and Her (for women) that employ GPS-tracking to connect you with other like-minded people nearby. Since arriving on the market around four years ago, use of the apps has skyrocketed along with the purchase of smartphones.


“In the past, people would have gone to gyms or saunas to meet people. Now, the apps mean you can meet other LGBT people even more discreetly — whether it’s other Vietnamese, tourists or expats,” says Tuan



“In the past, people would have gone to gyms or saunas to meet people. Now, the apps mean you can meet other LGBT people even more discreetly — whether it’s other Vietnamese, tourists or expats,” says Tuan, a 29-year-old business development manager.

But while the emergence of networking apps such as Grindr and Jack’d means Tuan has no trouble finding dates, he says it’s been harder to find someone to settle down with.

“Most people on networking apps, whether it’s hookup apps like Grindr or matchmaking apps like Tinder, aren’t really interested in a relationship,” says Tuan.

“I don’t like using the apps. But I still know a lot of people enjoy using them.”

Whether you’re heading out for the night or searching for love, it seems like there are increasingly more options on the table for gay people in Vietnam. For young guys like Binh, Alex and Duong, the current trends are encouraging.

“We know things are changing. And it’s definitely changing for the better — albeit slowly.

“As Vietnam develops and becomes more open, we know the gay scene will, too.”


**Disclaimer: This article was originally slated to run in the June edition of Word magazine but was pulled by Vietnam’s censors. 

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any good LGBTQ fiction, young adult or adult, in Spanish? I know there are a lot of translations from English but I'm looking for something originally in Spanish. Thank you so much!

I didn’t know any myself, so I asked the lovely Sil of The Book Voyagers (who’s a fabulous Mexican blogger - highly recommend following!), and she mentioned El Chico de las Estrellas, which is m/m YA, and then a lovely Argentine Twitter follower added a rec for an f/f YA called Desayuno en Júpiter, so there are a couple! it looks like you can probably find more if you look at the “Readers Also Enjoyed” section on the top right of the Goodreads pages for those books, but as I don’t speak Spanish, I don’t want to misinform!

ETA: Got some more recs from Twitter!

https://twitter.com/ga_bits/status/870751518860861440

https://twitter.com/ga_bits/status/870752826560978945

https://twitter.com/ShiraGlassman/status/870753497062543366

arandomgirliam  asked:

CANAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

1: sexuality headcanon- Bisexual (with a preference for girls)!
2: otp- Canajane (thanks @peoniespoppiesandowlsohmy)
3: brotp- Lucana
4: notp- I don’t have one~
5: first headcanon that pops into my head- Lucy and Cana have sleepovers every weekend to talk about their significant others, and also cuddle while watching rom-coms because that’s what ga(y)l pals do
6: favorite line from this character- “I just want to protect my friends.”
7: one way in which I relate to this character- I also love girls a lot
8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character- Not really much of anything~
9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Definitely problematic fave

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La nueva serie de Sano será lanzada el 15 de julio 

La edición 45 de la revista harta de Kadokawa ha dado una vista previa de la nueva serie Manga de ‘Migi to Dari’ por Nami Sano (Sakamoto desu ga?) el jueves pasado, revelando así si título como Migi to Dari. El Manga será lanzado en la edición 46 de la revista harta, a la venta el 15 de julio. 

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Este es un hombre que viene lleno de heridas, arañazos y magulladuras. En eso que se encuentra a un amigo, el cual le pregunta:
¿Qué te ha pasado?
Nada, que vengo de enterrar a mi suegra.
¿Y por eso vas lleno de heridas?, le pregunta el amigo asombrado.
A lo que el hombre responde:
¡Es que no se dejaba!