temna

So, I may have mentioned it, but I hate pink with a passion. Now, I’ll cheer on anyone else who loves it, just keep it away from my body and home. I think some of it is a generational thing. My mother clearly wanted a barbie doll more than a real life little girl and inflicted pink pastels and crinoline skirts on me constantly as a toddler and pre-schooler with a background diatribe of “Shut up, sit down, act like a lady who is seen and not heard” while my older brothers were expected to play baseball and football and have fun and get dirty. You can guess how much trouble I got into (by 2 or 3 years old, mind you) for behaving like a toddler… That’s not to mention the OTHER dialogue running through that thread: real careers are for men. The only jobs you’re allowed pay starvation wages (at the time) and are proof that you failed to find a “good” man to marry.

Which probably puts a lot of things about my characters and writing into perspective :D. However, my feelings on pink, at least, may have softened a little after the Women’s March. Now it symbolizes resistance to all the things I lived with as a child and hated, which may be the biggest ironies of my life: what had been the symbol of being reduced to a body has become a symbol of resisting the effort to force women back into those very roles.

My oldest daughter went into hysterical laughter when I told her I wanted a pink hat (dark pink, I still can’t quite bring myself to deal with pastels.) And in honor of #DressLikeAWoman, I decided to recolor outfits of two of my OCs. Temna, the marauder, showing off her bodybuilding physique, and Wykketh (or Keth), my new rattataki Mercenary.

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Zobral ma ku nemu na byt,v ktorom býva s rodinou.

Mal väčšiu izbu než ja,trochu tmavú,poličku na knihy,v rohu postel,skriňu a menší stolík na učenie s bielymi stenami.

vlastne jeho izba vyzerala akoby tam ani nebýval.

jediný náznak bola rozhodená perina z rána;určite nestíhal autobus ako vždy;oblečenie po stoličke a jeho vôňa,ktorá bola cítiť po celom priestore.

“Chceš niečo?"bol nervózny.

"Stačí mi minerálka,dychaj prosím ťa hlavne."usmiala som sa.

zatiaľ čo odišiel pozerala som si knihy,do oka mi padla kniha.

bola na kraji ona ako jediná ležala a mala poohýbane okraje stránok.

každá stránka mala povyznačované vety,verše..

"Položím ti to sem na stolík."pohlad mu padol na jeho knihu v mojej ruke.

"Nevedela som,že čítaš knihy.neobľubujem tento smer no zaujali ma poznačené vety.Prečo práve tie?” chcela som vediet odpoved.

“Môžem?,zobral si knihu,"napríklad tato je moja najobľúbenejšia-

"Šťastie možno nájsť aj v najväčších dobách temna, ak vieš prikázať svetlu svieť.” ako to dopovedal zalesklo sa mu niečo v očiach čo som videla po prvýkrát.

"Ale prečo práve tá?” chcela som sa opýtať len pre seba no vyslovila som to nahlas.

“Vieš potom všetkom čo sa mi stalo,čo som zažil,po všetkom tom sklamaní,po jeho smrti som bol zlomený ako nikdy.Želal som si svetlo,šťastie a ked prišlo neuvedomil som si to.Pozeral som sa som zavretými očami aj ked to svetlo stálo predo mnou ako práve..” nedopovedal

“Dokonči to prosim.” odpoved som vedela,len som sa chcela uistiť,že na to myslíme obaja.

“Teraz.” podišiel ďalej a pustil pesničky.

Okolo môjho tela a v celom priestore hrala hudba,od začiatku som na nom milovala jeho playlist a lásku k hudbe,bolo to ako ópium.

Otvorila som okno a sadla na parapetu.

Bolo približne 18 hodin,slnko začalo zapadať,mal krasny výhľad na krajinu a domy.

Zápalila som si cigaretu,viem nikdy to nemal rád,nezakazoval mi fajčiť ,len ho zaujímalo “prečo?.”

“Pretože cigarety ťa nezabijú,zabiješ sa sám (s)nimi .” a potiahla som si z nej.

“Posuň sa chcem ísť pri teba.” s rukou ma posúval do strany.

“A také,že prosím?” niekedy by som ho zbila reálne,vyfúkla som dym pred seba.

“Prosím,prečítaš mi niečo z tej knihy?"podával mi moju obľúbenú knihu.

"Ako si vedel a prečo by som mala?"bola som pobavena a šťastná hm.

"Mám rád tvoj hlas,to ako prežívaš všetko čo sa tam odohráva,rad sa pozerám ako sa tváriš,mam rád..” pozrel sa do blba.

“Hmm máš rád?” ach boze

“Mám rád teba."zobral mi z ruky cigaretu,potiahol si,vydýchol a presunul sa ku mne bližšie.

"Mám ťa rada."zobrala som si ju späť,zahasila a oprela hlavu o jeho plece.

"Viem,že si komplikovaná a viem aj to,že to bude tažké.” pozdvihol mi hlavu.

mam rada jeho vôňu;mentol,cigarety,čokoláda.

“Vieš,ale ty nie si o nič lepší.Mám rada prekážky.” zasmiala som sa.

sedeli sme,pozerali na začínajúcu noc,hviezdy,v izbe hral jeho playlist a cítili.

Monster

Year: 2004
Number of episodes: 74
Producer: Madhouse
Author: Urasawa Naoki
Languages: Japanese and English
Genres: mystery, drama, horror, police, psychological, thriller, seinen
Rating: R 18+
Plot: In Europe post WW2 a talented Japanese brain surgeon Dr.Kenzo Temna who is highly praised by his peers and loved by his patients suddenly takes a turn for the worse after he denies to perform a surgery on the Mayor of the town and rescues a young boy instead. Suddenly the people who shun Dr. Tenma for what he did all suddenly died his life became normal again and he lived to the fullest helping people for many years. 10 years later people suddenly start to be killed off again like before and Dr.Tenma discovers the one behind the murder is none other bu the boy he haves 10 years ago Johan Liebert who is a murderous monster, handsome and all too smart to be caught. Dr.Tenma finds it in his right to be the one to stop Johan and kill him to save the world from his monstrous ways. Review Undercut.

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Platônico

Estou perdido,
Nessa mistura de sentimentos,
É algo louco, 
Inexplicável…

É um pouco de,
Amor e tristeza,
Me dói ver você partir,
Eu ainda sinto seus gestos.

Eu 
Ainda tenho muito afeto,
Essa paixão continua sendo platônica,
E meio que me machuca.

Fiz dos seus erros,
Qualidades,
E sua imperfeições,
Eram tão perfeitas pra mim

Suas sardas no rosto,
Pequenas gotas de amor em seu rosto,
O mistério,
Dos teus olhos castanhos,

Você tornava tudo uma maravilha,
Com aquele sorriso sem graça,
Aquele cabelo tão bonito,
Sua alma tão bonita

Agora estou perdido,
Esse sentimento,
De ida
sem volta

Você me tem
Nas mãos
Você pode confortar meu coração,
Você pode me reconstruir.

Pode me dar
Motivos pra ser feliz,
Eu posso lhe dar,
Motivos pra voltar

-Guilherme.A