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“Stvar je u tome što ne mogu više. Ne ovo. Ne ovako. Počinjem da se osećam loše, a ti bi trebalo da si pozitivni aspekt u mom životu.”
Piše, pokazuje aplikacija. Udišem i izdišem duboko, jer nema smisla plakati više.
“Možemo li bar da popričamo?”
“Upravo to radimo”, mahinalno odgovaram.
“Ne ovako. Uživo.”
“Možemo”, ispuštam izdah koji telefon ne može da prenese.
“Dođi.”
“Neću da dođem tu da pričamo. Ako želiš da izađemo negde - u redu, a ako ne… jebiga.”
“Dobro. Onda ću doći po tebe pa ćemo ići negde, je l’ to okej?”
“Jeste.”
“15?”
“Važi.”
Odlazim u kupatilo i samoj sebi ponavljam u ogledalu: “Jaka si. Nećeš plakati. Izdržaćeš. Nebitno je. Stvarno je nebitno.” Pokušavam da se našminkam, jer to je moja najbolja odbrana od suza. Krvave oči je lako opravdati, ali ne i tragove koji skidaju puder i rumenilo i ostavljaju crno oko očiju. Moj mehanizam odbrane gotovo pola života, a ljudi misle da da mnogo marim oko izgleda. Bacam još jedan pogled na sebe, klimam glavom - onako, nemam pojma što - i izlazim iz stana. Osvrćem se oko sebe, ali ga ne vidim nigde. Zapravo ni ne znam odakle će doći, a to me vraća nekih godinu dana unazad kada sam ga isto tako čekala i olrenula se na drugu stranu kad sam shvatila odakle dolazi. Strah, šta znam. Telefon ne zvoni, a ovaj put ja ne šaljem ništa.
Vrti se, ali kola ne gleda. I odjednom mi pada na pamet da nema pojma o kolima i da ne zna da su ovo moja. Trubim, na šta ne obraća pažnju. Isuviše je odlutala negde. Naposletku okrećem krug, stajem tačno ispred nje i otvaram suvozačeva vrata - Hajde. Jedva primetno se mršti i već očekujem odbijanje uz neke sulude teorije zašto neće ući, ali ipak izdiše duboko - onako bolno, ne onako kako volim - i ulazi unutra.
“Neću te ni taći”, obećavam, “Samo sam želeo nešto da ti pokažem.”
“Znam”, kaže, “Dobro. Nadam se da nije daleko.”
“Jedno 5 - 6 sati, ali šta je to za tebe..”
Ponovo uzdiše. Ponovo ne onako kako treba. Vozimo se ćutke, što je čudno, jer gotovo da nema trenutka kada ona ne priča, onako entuzijastično.. Kao da je sve moguće.

Nervozno vrtim narukvicu oko prstiju ne usuđujući se ni da ga pogledam, ni da mu kažem bilo šta, iako osećam da se on neprestano okreće i gleda u mene. Tišina nije neprijatna, samo čudna. Nikad pre nismo bili ovako tihi dok smo ćutali. Jedino što se čuje je njegovo povremeno tapkanje po volanu kad nas uhvati crveno.
“Još malo pa smo tu”, kaže, na šta ja podižem glavu i osmehujem se. Bože, koliko je lep. Ponekad mrzim sebe što ne mogu da prestanem da zurim u njega kada ga pogledam. Pa iznova i iznova proučavam njegov profil. Čvrsta vilica, pravilan nos, kosa tamna, gusta, uredno pošišana, kao i uvek i verovatno isto onako mirišljava i mekana kao svaki put do sada. Nije obrijan, zbog čega još više poželim da moje jagodice sada pročavaju njegovo lice. Ponovo. Sve dok ne zapamtim svaki pedalj, svaku neravninu..
Okreće se i kaže: “Stigli smo”, i osmeh mu se pojavljuje na licu kada shvati da me je trgao iz sanjarenja. Pogled mu postaje blaži, a na obrazima mu se formiraju jamice, koje bih isto tako dodirnula, a njega približila sebi..
“Pazi, znam da sam lep, ali mislim da će ti se više dopasti da pogledaš desno.” Okrećem glavu kao po komandi i vidim grad, ceo grad ispod nas!
“Ovde dolazim da mislim.. Izađi, još je lepše napolju. Poneo sam ćebe… Dva”, žurno dodaje kada ga pogledam. “Sedi na haubu.. Ili..”
“Nemoj”, kažem.
“Prerano?”
“Možda.”
Ali u pravu je. Prizor je divan. Ispod nas svetla grada, a iznad sjaj zvezda..
Dobro. Bar je progovorila. Pali cigaretu, iako je rekla da je prestala. Jebiga, valjda sam joj sad više nemir nego spokoj. Izdiše dim. Ponovo onako bolno.
“I?”, pitao, “Hteo si da pričamo?”
Skoro sam zaboravio što smo došli ovde. “Ti si ta kojoj nešto smeta. Mislim da je okej da ti budeš u napadu, a ja u ofanzivi.” Koluta očima, ali joj se uglovi usana malo izvijaju.
“Samo.. Ne osećam se okej. Nisi učinio ništa. Dobro, to verovatno i jeste srž problema. Kao da si nestao, a ja samo čekam i čekam i čekam..” Ćuti, ali ja ne progovaram ništa. Ako krenem prestaće. “Pomalo me plaši sve..”, nastavlja, “Jer se osećam tako slabom. I onda sve krene.. Da ti nisam dovoljna, nikako. Razumem da svima treba samoća. Menj prvoj.. Samo..”, glasić joj podrhtava, “Ja tebe nikad ne bih mogla da izolujem od sebe.” Pali cigaretu. Ovo je izgleda sve što ću dobiti večeras.

Ustaje sa haube, prilazi ivici i gleda grad. Čujem kako diše. Okreće se, dolazi do mene i povlači me za noge ka sebi. Naslanja čelo na moje i mrda glavu tako da nam se nosevi povremeno dodiruju.
“Ne želim da te izgubim”, kaže prigušeno, “Ne mogu… Ali bojim se da ti se neće svideti ono što budeš videla. Plašim se da te ne povredim”, stavlja šake oko mog vrata i odmačinje me. “I kakva je to priča da nisi dovoljna? Dovoljno šta? Jedina osoba kojoj nisi dovoljna si ti, razumeš?” Klimam glavom.
Ne prestaje da me gleda, a ja osećam kako mi se usne mahinalno puće i samo čekaju njegove.
Ponovo spušta glavu. “Nemaš pojma koliko bih to voleo da učinim. Šake mu prelaze preko mojih ramena, klize niz ruke i konačno hvataju moje. “Tako male, nežne, krhke.. A opet tako snažne.”, shvatam aluziju, a on ljubi jednu, pa drugu, pa svaki prst posebno, jer “Svaki deo tebe je bitan. Svaki”. Ponovo mi prelazi uz ruke i zaustavlja se na vratu. Ljubi slepoočnice, čelo, nos, obraze.. Izaziva me.
“Je l’ sve u redu?”
“Ne želim da se kriješ”, kažem mu.
“Dobro. Nema bežanja više. Ni mog, ni tvog. Tu sml. Okej?”
“Okej.”
Odmačinje mi glavu kako krenem ka njemu i govori mi da otvorim oči: “Jebeno lepa”, smeje se i počinje da me ljubi.
U redu je. Tu sam. Gde treba da budem. Gde želim da budem. Sa kim hoću da budem.

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Vem pro game da Dolces!

devilishgaze  asked:

You mentioned that Yana has a person who helps her making her story historically accurate, right? Well, one of my friends who hates the series has said a few things I want you to clear it up if you can: • in the Green Witch Arc, that tank or whatever didn’t exist back then? • It was mustard gas or something that was used to hurt Sebastian and Ciel in the Green Witch Arc, right? apparently that didn’t exist then either • They didn’t have pistols like Mey-Rin used in Book of Circus

Ahh yes, her name is Ri/ko Mu/ra/ka/mi! I think I once described her job as “checking the historical accuracy of Yana’s works” or something like that in one of my translations (because that’s what a “時代考証” usually does), but now that I think about it, the word “history advisor” might be more accurate in her case! She mainly helps Yana with historical research (collecting data about Victorian England) and provides her with some ideas (e.g. the infamous cricket games):

She also checks the historical accuracy of Kuro to some extent but the thing is that Kuro isn’t and never was a 100% historical manga, but a fantasy manga set in Victorian England AU with demons, shinigamis, TVs, mobile phones, video games (if you’ve forgotten that these things exist in Kuro-verse, then I recommend you to reread vol.1-5), Chanel agenda, Cartier Pasha wrist watch, and full of other anachronisms and parodies (boy bands *cough*).

In one of her old blog posts, she once said:

“[…] From this boarding school arc, Miss Ri/ko Mu/ra/ka/mi who participated in the anime production also joined our [manga] team as our ‘history advisor’. I had her do research on boarding schools (there were barely any material available in Japan) and tell me about them (^o^)
However, everytime [she told me some details about boarding schools] I asked her “I’m sorry, I get that that’s the actual historical event, but do you think I can arrange it [in Kuro-style]?” and thus caused her trouble with my usual nonsense. […]”

So it’s just Yana’s habit style to use historical events & characters (e.g. Jack the Ripper, Campania/Titanic, Arthur Conan Doyle, cricket games, etc) and arrange them in Kuroshitsuji-style! :D

And as for the tank and the mustard gas in the GW arc, that was the whole point of the arc! xD The thing is that *in Kuro-verse* (again, it’s an AU) Germany had *secretly* invented all these weapons way before they were first introduced in actual history (WW1), but they were ALL destroyed by Sebastian. So Germany now needs to recreate them from scratch which will probably take them few years if not decades. So in other words, Sebastian & our Ciel kinda managed to change the course of history (and thus maybe even prevented or at least delayed an outbreak of a potential war)!

Tl;dr: Most anachronisms in Kuro are on purpose and that’s what makes the Kuro-verse so unique and interesting!! :D

Inktober - Day 8: Crooked

Pairing: Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki
Rating: T
Other Tags: A tad of social anxiety and some questionable behaviour on the part of a few young men

Art by Kumi. Words by Red. Read it on AO3!
Please, do not repost anywhere.


Love-in-idleness

The atmosphere was stifling, and Denki brought his hand up to loosen the tie, the feeling of it around his collar constricting. He really hated these kinds of events, especially when propriety and formal attire were involved.

All U.A. students had to attend the formal party organised by the school so he had no other choice but to dress up accordingly. He wasn’t entirely sure what they were supposed to be celebrating but he knew the whole thing was for a charity of some sort, so he couldn’t really find it in himself to complain too much. He was an U.A. student now, so he had to suck it up and put up with everything that came along with that title.

He had started the evening off with his classmates, but they had soon broken up into smaller groups of twos and threes, until it was just him, Sero, Kirishima and Bakugou in one corner of the crowded room. However, after a short while, Sero claimed to be starving and left with Kirishima towards a table filled with fancy-looking food, whose ingredients they could not recognise and ended up asking Bakugou for help in deciphering what was what.

So, he had then drifted from group to group, chatting amiably with everyone he encountered throughout the majority of the event. He got to know quite a few of the first-years from other classes as well as feeling slightly intimidated by the powerful aura of a handful of second- and third-year students.

As of right now, though, he was standing near the doors that led to one of the balconies, shoulders and back leaning heavily against the wall. He was sure that if a teacher were to see him like that, he would get scolded but, for the first time that night, he didn’t care.

Denki needed a break.

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Japanese vocab with Yuzuru - Day 9

I’m actually very late for today’s post and I’m sure everyone is tired and sad about today already, so I’m gonna be straightforward with what I want to deliver to you guys today :3

1. 支える(ささえる|sa-sa-e-ru) to support

2. 応援(おうえん|ou-en) cheer, support (can be used with verb する(su-ru) as a verb

He said this in an interview back in 2015 (here at 6:51)

僕からしてみたら、応援してくださる方々が神様というか、見えない所から力を下さっている方々なので 
(bo-ku ka-ra shi-te mi-ta-ra, ou-en-shi-te ku-da-sa-ru ka-ta-ga-ta ga ka-mi-sa-ma to-iu-ka, mi-e-nai to-ko-ro ka-ra chi-ka-ra wo ku-da-satte-i-ru ka-ta-ga-ta na-no-de)
“From my point of view, people who support/cheer for me are like god, they are the people who, from places I cannot see, gives me strength.”


He’s going through much hardships, we’re also having a difficulty time, but let’s act as he said, let’s be those who support him, support his decision, cheer for him wholeheartedly and give him strength and I hope he will feel our prayers even when we’re thousand miles away.

Stay strong and keep believing in him! Our fighter will come back even stronger, I truly believe so :3