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Show francés reúne a las risas más raras del país y este es el resultado:
Aporte enviado por @clocasduende [IG]
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Existen muchas piedras preciosas en el mundo, pero hay unas que son tan raras que no creerás que existen.
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Que tiene de malo mis ángeles...
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Esas mágicas nubes raras
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#existir#pessoas#raras#pessoas raras#insistir#insistência#perfumar#vida#vida da gente#ita portugal#árvore#livro
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Por fín puedo decir que estoy bien sola y que quiero disfrutar de eso.
Pero siempre voy a tener la fantasía de encontrar a alguien que me quiera siendo rara y que hagamos cosas raras juntos, cómo 2 niños, y que podamos hablar de todo.
Siempre voy a tener la fantasía de querer saber que es el amor.
#cosas que escribo#amor#fantasía#soledad#feliz sola#felíz#hablar#raras#cosas raras#por fin#disfrutar#saber#Siempre#voy#tener#querer#niños#juntos#puedo#decir#spofity#canción#foreigner#i want to know what love is#Spotify
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EL ALGORITMO ES MI HOGAR 🏠
¿Cuánto contenido tengo que consumir para definir mi persona y espacio dentro de la pantalla?
Sería bueno poder observar al algoritmo trabajar físicamente, poder ver a ese “ente” que organiza la información que luego consumiré (será como Kamaji del Viaje de Chihiro?). Imagino que el algoritmo no es tan distinto de las actividades que hacemos en casa para poder vivir a diario (ordenar, limpiar, cocinar) pero aún así me pregunto cómo funciona realmente y cuales son sus prioridades, cuál es su velocidad y hasta dónde puede llegar, tiene algún tipo de límite u objetivo final?
A veces percibo “la nube” como una biblioteca gigante para poder archivar cada una de nuestras personalidades pero también la imagino como un espacio de caos infinito sin ningún tipo de ley, posturas políticas y mucho menos creencias religiosas. Suena como un sueño para mi, un sueño que se almacena en una nube y que no soy capaz de visualizar objetivamente pero la consumo a diario y pertenezco a ella desde que tengo memoria de este mundo.
Entonces la tarea para poder definir y percibir este sistema de forma visual e interesante podría ser preguntándome:
P: De qué manera podría visualizar el algoritmo sin caer en clichés de mapas y grillas incomprensibles?
R: Creo que saber lo que consumo en la pantalla y lo que quiero proyectar a través ella es un inicio para poder construir una imagen de como podría ser visualizable.
Ejemplo: El arte digital con características orgánicas y complejas ha servido para visualizar/imaginar el “ente” que está detrás de las pantallas.
P: Tendrá sentido que para poder entender este espacio digital debamos trabajar solo con herramientas digitales o también podemos reflexionar sobre este espacio a través de ejercicios IRL?
P: Es necesario poder visualizar un espacio digital a través de obras de arte?
Siempre aparecen más preguntas que respuestas pero aquí estoy frente a la pantalla tratando de definir este espacio para así poder definir quién soy.
Creo que la mejor forma de poder contestar estas preguntas y poder definir este proyecto es hablando con alguien que viva dentro de la pantalla.
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The monthly art prompt from the mlp server was 'Awakening' and of course my mind immediately went to AJ's gay awakening. Or rather, the moment she realizes that the feelings she harbors for Rara are not in fact just friendship.
Besides Rarijack, AJ/Rara is one of my fave AJ ships. I love to think that Rara probably was her first crush and camp romance.
#this month was good practice for coloration#though I'm not completely satisfied with the end result#rarajack#applejack#countess coloratura#coloratura#rara#?#so many tags/names#my art#mlp
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thinking about fellow soldier!reader coming back to ghost after having been mistaken for kia
gn!reader x simon "ghost" riley
-maybe he's back in your shared apartment, holding the last photo he took with you.
-it was taken the day of your birthday, with your arms around simon's waist and a gleeful smile permanently etched on your face.
-you were looking directly at the camera with your eyes crinkled at the corners. simon, however, was looking at you and only you with an expression only a lovestruck fool could manage.
-he had long since stopped crying about what he believed was your death. when price came to him with a somber expression and the news that you were on the wrong end of an explosion, the only thing he could do was cry or be angry.
-now, he felt nothing.
-you could imagine his surprise when he hears the front door open. did he forget to lock it? was someone breaking in? he didn't care enough to prepare himself for a potential attack.
-but, no, you walked in with an ungodly amount of bandaged wounds and a tired look on your face.
-you expected him to stand from his place on the sofa to meet you, but he didn't. he thought he was imagining things, again, so he said nothing.
-"simon," you said softly, not bothering to take off your shoes and throwing you things onto the ground next to you.
-still, he said nothing.
-"i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry. price said he tried to contact you but that you never answered," you continued. nobody knew where you and ghost lived, and simon's grief took the form of self-isolation.
-he still didn't answer you at this point, and it was becoming unsettling.
-"simon, can you hear me?"
-"you're not real," was all he could muster. he didn't have the heart to tell "fake" you to go away or beg himself to wake up from his supposed dream. "i can't do this again. you're not real."
-you realized just how hard your false death had hit him.
-"i'm real. i promise. i was able to take cover last second and-"
-"no. you're dead with not even a body to recover because i wasn't there to protect you. god, i..." the words got stuck in his throat as he leaned forward on the sofa, holding his head in his hands and near trembling.
-you dropped to your knees in front of him like a follower worshipping their god. taking his hands, you held them tight as you could in a silent attempt at convincing him you were alive.
-there was a moment of silence between the two of you before he drew his hands away from yours. it made your heart hurt.
-"simon..." you were grasping at straws, now, trying to figure out how to convince him of what was true. maybe there was something in your luggage that might help.
-as soon as you turned your body to your bags by the front door, you were pulled right back in by a pair of strong arms.
-he was hugging you like the moment he let go, you'd disappear into thin air (and, in a way, he believed it to be a possibility). after being pulled from your shock, you immediately brought your own arms to reciprocate the embrace.
-"(y/n)," he said, trying to keep his voice stable. there was still a part of him that couldn't believe he had you with him. if he weren't so thankful, he'd be lecturing you about acting wreckless on missions and convincing you to quit your job so nothing like this happened again.
-but, for now, he was content like this.
#call of duty imagine#call of duty x reader#cod x reader#cod imagine#cod mw x reader#simon riley imagine#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley imagine#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost imagine#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x you#ghost x you#cod angst#call of duty angst#simon riley angst#ghost angst#rara writes
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Parte de crecer también es aceptar que no tuvimos la madurez suficiente ante ciertas situaciones, relaciones y personas.
En algún momento también fuimos los malos de la historia.
-Adara
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All of rara’s voice lines
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Bendita sea la rareza que NO le hace mal a nadie. Bendita sea yo, benditos sean los que sean así. Bendita la voz de Michael, el rey nunca morirá. Mucho love para los que lean esto
#cosas que escribo#michael jackson#rey#el rey del pop#the king#mj#king of pop#MJ#bendición#bendiciones#rareza#rarezas#raro#raros#rara#raras#gente rara#personas raras#amor propio#autoestima#alta autoestima#mi personalidad#canción#gente#personas#paul#paul mccartney#SAY SAY SAY#say say say#sound cloud
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