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looking at pictures of myself from when i was 18 and 19 and 20 and 21 going omg she's so cute omg i was so cute back then 🥺 girl u just think ur cute in every photo u see of urself from a time when you weren't severely depressed most of the time.
#rubia speaks#the confidence and the joy of playing with fashion are really clear in the old pictures#i also spend a lot more effort on doing fun things with my hair and makeup when i'm not tired and miserable all the time#which then i look at and go 'wow! i can see i was having fun there!'#i think i'm very pretty now but i look probably ten years older and a lot less whimsical than i am in my recent pictures i think#i look now like i haven't squeezed a month of happiness consecutively out of life since over a year ago and that is correct#not to be cliche but i miss 2018 i miss 2019. i don't want to go back bc i don't fuck around with time BUT i want to feel good like then#part of me wants a drastic haircut again so i can put rollers in like i did when i was 18 but convocation is. literally tomorrow#i'm not making any huge appearance changes until after then
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#kisses & #blessings 💋 😘 ✨ 🙏- @vinerjuliagallardo ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ #godisgood #loveyourself #pray 🙏 #love #peace #joy #nightout #rubia #cubana #hat #frenchstyle #instamood (at Miami, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnP3jtVula2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#kisses#blessings#godisgood#loveyourself#pray#love#peace#joy#nightout#rubia#cubana#hat#frenchstyle#instamood
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For a Creativity Trade with @twistedchatterbox , Rubia herself! I Hope I did Nymphleech Justice.
Thank you for the trade!
The rustle of cloth, tiny arms wiggling wildly. A small blob pulls its way up your lap, beaming with joy. Proud of its accomplishment of reaching elevated levels far out of its reach.
To be specific, your lap.
You laugh a little, fingers stroking the ball of fuzz. Jade’s tsum… you’ve dubbed it Tsum San, to avoid any confusion with the bigger Jade. It’s remarkably fond of you. Much like Jade himself, you can hardly make a move without seeing it trail after you, following your every move.
A dark knight, shrouded in shadow.
Devoted to his beloved lady.
Well, it’s hard to think of Tsum San as a knight, not with its… miniature size. Although it’s cute how it tries.
It wanders around your lap, nuzzling into your gut. Palm upright, you coax the little bean onto your fingers, raising it to eye level. Both his eyes blink, staring into yours. Mismatched pupils, affection clear within them.
“Aren’t you a dear?”
You coo, carefully bring Tsum San closer to your face. Your lips alight on both of his cheeks in turn, giving them a kiss in turn. Your lipstick stains stay in his face, a mark of your love. Imprinted on its very skin.
Tsum Jade squeaks with joy, before it bumps against your cheek. A clumsy kiss of his very own. A little smooch for his lovely nymph.
A faint smile plays on your lips, as you bring it closer. Allowing it to boop the tip of your nose. Tsum San is soft, remarkably so. You seem to melt at every single one of his touches. Tsum San peppers kisses at wherever he could reach.
It’s a rather sweet way of showing affection, if you do say so yourself. Pearls of laughter slip from your lips, as you surrender yourself to Tsum San’s kisses.
Although a sudden chill has you freezing in your tracks. Lips press into the base of your neck. Ice cold, seeping through your skin, into the crevices of your spine.
One kiss.
Followed by another.
A pair of arms find their way around your waist, holding you firmly. These arms guide you backwards, until your back is resting securely against a chest. The rustle of fabric yet again, this time accompanied with a deep chuckle, tinged with amusement.
You lean back, beaming up at the newcomer. A pair of mismatched eyes meet yours, gaze filled to the brim with admiration.
Jade Leech, your beloved.
His head tips forward, gently giving you a kiss. A slow, careful one, passion overflowing from his lips.
One pressed into your forehead.
One on the very tip of your nose.
He hovers above your lips. Close enough for every breath to waft against your cheeks, a loving embrace. Yet he refuses to bring his lips closer. You pout, lower lip jutted out slightly. Jade only laughs, before he gives you an affectionate squeeze.
“Hello, Rubia Darling.”
You reach for him, entangling your fingers through his hair. Every strand was soft, bending to your touch. They tickled your palm ,much to your delight.
“Hello, my Aşkım."
Another chuckle, his chest shifting ever so slightly against your back. You could feel every beat of his heart. A soothing rhythm, calming your very soul. Oh, how you could listen to it forever. Head resting over his heart, humming along to the lullaby of his heart.
“Having fun with Tsum San?”
Jade mutters, voice purring into your ears. A sultry sound that has your heart slipping a beat. Or two. Perhaps three. You wouldn’t know, with how that organ of yours tends to beat in accordance of it’s own whims whenever he was around.
His gloved hand reaches for Tsum San, poking it playfully. Tsum San lets out a squeak of protest, before it leaps into the crook of your neck. Nuzzling closer and closer to you, clinging on with all its strength.
Another laugh is coaxed out from you, as you reach for Tsum San. Stroking it softly, you smile at Jade, amusement lingering on your lips.
“Perhaps, my darling husband. Perhaps so.”
Jade brings a hand up to his lips, razor sharp canines gleaming in the light. Biting down into the seem, he pulls his glove off slowly. His bare hand reaches for you, fingers intertwining with yours. Jade tugs your hand away, much to Tsum San’s annoyance.
The ghost of a smirk flickering on his lips, Jade presses a kiss into the very tip of your fingers. Butterfly kisses, soft and gentle against your skin. They rise up your hand slowly, from your knuckles to the back of your palm.
Fleeting little things, much like the tides lapping softly against your ankles. One touch, and it’s pulling away, flowing back into the ocean.
Fear not, it’ll come back.
Jade will always come back.
He’s yours, as much as You’re his, after all. Not even the fiercest storms will be able to keep him from his beloved Angelfish.
A sharp nip. Tsum San has one of Jade’s fingers in his jaws, clamping down like a beast of old. Jade merely frowns, peering down on the little creature.
“Rather… reckless of you, hm? I do admire the zeal you protect this wonderful Nymph with.”
Tsum san releases him with a smug squeak, before he stares straight at you. There was a certain intensity in his gaze, staring straight into the depths of your soul.
Much like those beautiful eyes of Jade’s.
You hold the tsum in your hands, frowning slightly. Although your features melt into a smile soon after. Goodness, you’re truly whipped.
You just can’t bring yourself to stay mad at him.
A dramatic sigh, before Jade’s weight sinks into your shoulders. He holds up his hand, cradling the bitten finger. You stifle your laugh, before bowing down ever so slightly. Pressing a kiss of your very own into his finger.
It’s red, the taste of his blood sharp and tangy,staining your mouth a scarlet red. Jade has to suppress a shiver at the sight.
His red certainly looks divine, especially when it’s on those lovely lips of yours.
Your eyes rise, meeting his. A quizzical gaze.
“Does it hurt?”
Jade only chuckles, before his lips swoop in, sealing yours with the passion of his love. How it consumes him, this tender emotion engulfing every single one of his senses. For a creature of the sea, it feels rather odd to drown.
Although it’s not unpleasant, especially if you’re the one drowning him. He’ll gladly sink, if it meant those dainty hands of yours held him, even for just a second longer.
He whispers,soft as the morning sea breeze. It’s muttered softly, almost slyly.Meant for no one but you. His darling wife. His angelfish. His pearl.
His Rubia.
Rubia Leech.
“No. Not anymore.
Thanks to you, my love.”
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Otro crossover más, quién lo diría
Mi cabeza comparó a Joy y a Mary (su único parecido es que las dos son rubias con ojos azules) y salió esto
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remember to unshrimp your spine, and be kind to yourself; people care about you
Fjaigiqkgiwor omg rubia my lil heart is going pit-a-pat with joy!!! You're so sweet and you really do make those around you feel cared about <33
This really was a good reminder to unscripted my spine bc omg any further and id be a ball
I'll be sure to take care of myself, but you gotta make sure to take care of yourself too!!!! Never forget that you arent alone as we are all here to support each other!!! <3333 Have the most girlypop slay day possible <3
#rabit-rambles#this is so sweet 💗💗#whenever i see you in my notifs i smile :3#you are amazing and a girlboss never forget that!!!
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ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕃
𝕡𝕥. 𝟙
Warnings: None
About: A little something I wrote for myself hehe
oc x canon (Vil Schoenheit)
꧁ 𝕸𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 ꧂
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It was a sunny morning and as per usual, Rie was taking care of Pomefiore's garden.
She loved the flowers there with her whole heart and always made sure to take care of them so they would thrive for a long time.
After having flowered a bush of roses, she slowly lowers her head close to the crimson flowers, taking in their sweet fragrance.
As she was enjoying their scent, suddenly she hears footsteps and a figure appears from behind the apple trees.
"Oh, hello Vil!"
Rie smiles politely at the man who had just emerged from the shadows.
He seems to be looking for something... Or someone.
"Hm..."
The tall, beautiful man appears from behind a large tree.
The man is dressed elegantly, wearing a purple, floor-length satin jacket over a black velvet dress shirt.
His skin and hair are pale, almost milky white.
"You there."
He speaks in a cool, but gentle voice as he extends his hand to her.
His voice is calming, and he gives off an aura of comfort.
"You must be Rie, if my memory serves me right...?"
He smiles charmingly.
"Ah, yes, it is me."
The girl beams at Vil, happy that he remembered her.
Despite being in the same dorm and having performed together a few times, they almost never spoke to each other outside of practice so she thought he didn't pay attention to her, especially since they had never been introduced to each other.
"How could I ever forget someone so... beautiful?"
He pauses for a moment, his voice becomes deeper and even softer.
"I didn't expect to see someone so gorgeous this morning. You look absolutely stunning."
His eyes become fixated on Rie as he inspects every piece of her.
He seems very impressed, as his smile is still soft and warm.
"Who designed your outfit? It's amazing.
If I had not guessed you as being from Pomefiore before, your choice of fashion would have been a dead giveaway."
"Thank you for your kind words"
Rie's smile grows softer and fonder as she thinks of the one who designed her dress.
"This was actually designed by my best friend Rubia, she's from Octavinelle's dorm..."
Rie says proudly as she twirls around, showcasing the dress in all its beauty.
"It looks gorgeous, doesn't it?
It's so beautiful it even makes someone like me seem pretty"
She chuckles, happy that her dearest friend was getting the recognition she deserved.
Rubia was truly amazing, she excelled in everything she did.
Rie was very proud of her friend and knowing that the nymph was a part of her life always filled the girl's heart with joy.
Vil smiles back.
"It looks absolutely astounding.
I can't believe miss Rubia herself designed it herself.
I am also glad this grand dress found a fitting muse that could wear and display it beautifully.
May I get a better glimpse at your hair?
The colour is so very interesting.
I believe I have never seen anything like it.
How wonderful, your hair truly complements your figure, I believe that perfectly enhances your aura of beauty."
Rie shudders at Vil's words as she quickly collects her hair in a bun.
"I apologise, Pomefiore's rules require to tie one's hair in a fitting manner, yet I let mine loose–"
People usually never paid much attention to her, so Rie never saw this as a problem, yet it seems that her hair had now been a dead giveaway about her identity to Vil's attentive eyes.
"Hm ... I see.
May I have permission to take note of the style in which you have your hair?
I'd like to see if I can get someone to recreate it ... or something similar, though I doubt they will have the same effect as you."
Vil pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in the girl's charm.
'I could look at her forever' he thinks to himself.
"I am Vil, Housewarden of Pomefiore.
A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Rie's eyes widen in surprise.
While they had had the chance to talk before at practice, this was the first time they had been officially introduced to one another.
"I am Zephyr Luxferens, but please, feel free to call me Rie"
The girl smiles politely at Vil as she curtsies.
The man bows in return, his body movements graceful and elegant.
"Zephyr is the spring wind god from Greek mythology, I gather?
And that last name… Luxferens? It's Latin for light bearer, is it not?
You have a very poetic name... is it a relative of the fae variety or perhaps, a mermaid from the sea?
I must admit, I am incredibly interested in how something as mysterious and magical sounding as Zephyr came into being."
Vil smiles warmly at Rie, showing that he means no offense and truly does want to know the answer to his genuine question.
Rie chuckles as she retrieves her gardening tools.
"I am afraid I cannot answer to your question... but maybe we can be friends and you can try to find out yourself? Are you up for the challenge?"
she smiles softly at the beautiful man.
"I would love to be your friend."
Vil replies, smiling in kind.
"I shall be sure to make a few inquiries..."
He pauses for one moment, considering whether or not he should ask the question and just go for it.
"It seems like I cannot remember who you said your family was?
I assume your ancestors hold some sort of position in some ancient monarchy.
An historical name withholding such a noble meaning must be the result of an highest quality tradition... I would not expect you to be anything less than a princess."
"A princess, hm? Is that the answer you've set yourself on?"
Rie hums as she turns around to face Vil.
"Well then, your Highness, this princess has to take her leave now, but she will be more than delighted to see you around if Fate so wishes"
She elegantly bends her knees as she curtsies and turns around, offering Vil one last smile before heading back to her room, leaving Vil in the garden.
His eyes follow her every movement as she makes her exit.
He stands there for a moment, as though he expects her to return.
When she does not, he smiles contentedly at her departure.
He turns to walk away, but not before pulling out a notebook and sketching a rough picture of her in it.
As he turns to leave he mutters to himself, seemingly lost in a train of thought.
"She is definitely a creature meant for a throne."
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❥ Ft. my bestie @twistedchatterbox ♡
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Reconocen los genes?ªhre xd
Bueno la rubia "Andy",sería hija del Golden y chica.La otra,"Judy",hija de Joy y Fred :b
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To José Rubia Barcia
Mexico City, 6 July 1948
Dear Barcia,
Your latest letter arrived, to my great joy as always although it has taken me this long to reply, because I’ve been beset with preoccupations recently. Still, better late than never, and I shall now absolve my sins with these lines.
I always thought finding work at the university was the right thing to do. It may not have been your goal, but until something better comes along, it’s the most respectable and least tiresome thing you could do. You may not believe me, but I would swap places if I could. I see you are also still chasing the wicked world of cinema doing things for Godoy and Company. Don’t think, as you imply in your letter, that I mock you for doing so: if it brings in a few dollars, I think it’s wonderful. Anyway, if things work out well for me here and your migration issues permit, I am convinced we will work together again. You can count on it.
My affairs in this ‘beautiful’ city are not going well. You wouldn’t believe how hard I have to struggle not to fall back on Gran Casino-style films. The current crisis, mediocre producers and viewers, and prevailing bad taste are all pushing me towards the heap of run-of-the-mill film-makers. Whenever I come up with an interesting film project, I fall flat on my face. Whereas I’ve turned down three idiotic films already. So financially speaking, times have been extremely tough. I only get by with help from my family in Spain. But where on earth would I go at this stage?
Succeed or fail, I plan to stay around here. Here is a list of my failures:
Six months with Pancho Cabrera on Doña Perfecta and Nazarín, I sold him the rights… Failure due to lack of funds.
Noriega is keen to buy our script for The Threshold and wants me to make it… Another failure: Ramex ceases production.
I come to an agreement with Rechi to direct La malquerida…. He leaves me high and dry and heads off to Los Angeles for two months. When he gets back, he takes on Gavaldón.
Dancigers, with Philip Morris of New York, looks willing to produce a supremely avant-garde story Larrea and I wrote. Not for Mexico, but in English for civilized countries. But when the New York mister reads our story, his jaw drops so far, he dislocates it and withdraws the offer to fund.
I think these four are enough to give you an idea. Three days ago, on the other hand, a producer came to my house with Pituka de Foronda, whom I’d never met, to propose I immediately begin filming the Insúa novel La mujer, el toro y el torero with Luis Procuna as leading man. It’s crazy! Things are bad, bad, bad!
Later on this week, I’ll send you two copies of Illegible, Son of a Flute, which is the title of a script Juan Larrea and I wrote based on an old book of Juan’s that he lost years ago and never published. I’d be really grateful if you could register it at the Screen Writers on Cherokee, and send me the receipt. I’m doing this because the script is now wandering the streets of New York with Charles Ford, Iris Barry, etc., and someone (not Iris, of course) might plagiarize it. As you’ll see if you read it, it’s really unusual, prophetic even… and full of original images. New Directions Yearbook wanted to publish it but we turned them down, because that would have made it literature rather than film. I’m sorry for any bother this favour may cause. And I’d be grateful if you could let me know whether registration costs $5 or $10 so I can send you the money.
If you see Kenneth Macgowan, pass on my very warmest wishes. I genuinely admire him; he’s one of the most decent people in Hollywood. In my desperation, I nearly wrote to ask him for a place on one of his courses and I almost sent him Illegible, Son of a Flute in case, if he liked it, he might be able to do something to help out. But I came to my senses in time.
I often think of you and Evita and of our confabulations, gustation and collaborations with great nostalgia. But this Turkish galley refuses to steer me in your direction.
My very fondest regards,
Luis Buñuel
PS I’ve insisted Larrea write back to you and he has promised to do it today
Jo Evans & Breixo Viejo, Luis Buñuel: A Life in Letters
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I don’t play Genshin much anymore and this is an older story of mine, written about Xiao as a little exercise in romanticism.
The Branded’s Heartfelt Desire.
Once, his heart was full with monochrome clouds. Little pockets of dullness that seek to suck away the colour that remained in his ancient soul. They felt like little black holes that consumed all joy he had left, leaving nothing but husks in their wake and shattered systems as proof of their cataclysmic reign.
Each little memory that had blossomed into beautiful flowers, ripe with both colour and life, had turned sour and bitter upon his tongue; coiling, corrupting, bleeding through the vines and into his chalice, whispering little lies.
Long has he stopped trying to fight the bleak monophonic symphonies that covered the world in their dull song, letting them seep into his veins and ruining that which was once pure, once melodic and ethereal.
His heart, steady and true as it has always remained, no longer beats loud in his ears anymore, it too becoming lost to the void. His soul no longer burns bright and true, his tender flame becoming destructive until it burns every ember of his hope into a new dawn; it no longer hums its own aria, unable to stretch the notes into something comprehensible with meaning, leaving naught but strangled wishes of tomorrow to be screamed.
While he protects the light and watches from the horizon, the pockets of citrine never reach his eyes; it all looks the same sort of colour. They merge together and blend into nothingness, the range of colours too much for his perception—his shackled heart. The light of dawn does not reach the corners of his heart, the sectors drowned in unending entropy that even he is too wary to look at, fearful that the abyss shall take him in the comfort of his own malignant chamber.
However, every single granule of darkness has some ounce of being to it. Thus, it can be loved, tamed and turned into a simple harmony that becomes apart of his new aria, the new song he will howl into the heavens and hellish depths.
At least, that’s what she had whispered to him.
She, to him, was the first ounce of colour that dared splash across the monochrome canvas that had become his home. She was the first being that dared touch his heart in ways no other colour or speck of light ever could. She was eternal in his heart, no matter how much time drifted between them; no matter how many centuries called upon new methods of singing into the darkness.
No matter what bleak melodies threatened to deafen him, she was always there to sing a new promise and ignite the flame in his soul, letting it slowly burn into fruition once more. It didn’t matter how far apart the corners of the world tugged them, he always found the only harmonic he ever needed.
Slowly, but surely, she showed him the colours of jade, vermillion and sapphire.
Jade was the colour of hope an the colour that lurked within her eyes.
The eyes that would always glimmer with glee when faced with the prospect of being able to see him after weeks apart, the hope that he would return unharmed, even if he was, she would heal him back to full strength once more. Jade became the colour of home and joy, the colours that he failed to see before in the leaves that lurked just beyond the sandy shores of desolation. The colours that first struck him as divine, benevolent and all consuming; two craters upon which he settles his heart, hoping that, by some miracle, these wishes will reach further than them. Jade is the colour he loves above all else. Able to see it for the first time in millennia, he vows to never let the emerald gems slip from his memory—not ever.
Vermillion was the colour of promise, the promise of love and forgiveness.
Ever strung apart, he searched for the whispers of forgiveness, the whispers that always told him he was loved no matter how many times he pushed her away. Vermillion was the colour that taught him that his soul was worthy of being loved, that time didn’t need to slow down any longer than he had tried, as long as he let himself believe in her love for him, he will never let the streams in his heart run dry again. Vermillion was the colour of her cheeks whenever she hums an ancient song, the words like blooming roses upon the wind, each one brimming with naught but love and compassion. Vermillion was all he tried to see once, whispers to feather-light touches, each one was a ploy to see vermillion bloom across cheeks. Her vermillion was drastically different from the colours of the crimson he had known, and he did not mind that one bit. The shade something he came to embrace and seek out when he could.
Sapphire was the colour of dreams and the future, something he always thought was unattainable and uncontrollable.
Although his initial assessment was correct, the future could be moulded and shifted around a little bit with the right conviction. She taught him that dreams are not foolish, they are ambitions that are a little beyond reach to pursue, but that he could still let the idea bubble around in his atmosphere. And, so, he did. He let the infinitesimal thoughts bloom into dreams that took him from daylight to darkness, took his mind for hours and left him thinking about what the future may hold with her by his side. Sapphire was the colour of the sky when he saw it for the first time—truly saw it. It was the colour that stretched as far as his eyes could see, something that shocked him; how long has he missed seeing such a sight?
These colours were the first of many; citrine, amethyst, onyx, peridot, rose-quartz and many more were soon to follow. Each colour a gem that ought to be cherished in order to keep their shine eternal.
For the first time in centuries, his world was bathed in colour and the monochrome colours receded, taking with them the monophonic melodies that once drowned out the world. For once, he hears the ephemeral song that flitters between first light and the final darkness, looking out the window to see birds singing to him. He experiences the world for the first time as he should have seen it, drowned in colours far beyond his comprehension and too many to truly appreciate all at the same time—even so, he still tries to grasp at each and every colour he finds.
Even if he cannot grasp them all with his hands, he is no longer alone.
As he struggles against the onslaught of colours, unable to keep them from drowning him, a hand reaches out and pulls him up above the melodies.
Jade is the colour he sees first.
Then he sees vermillion encased upon her lips and in the words she utters in the monochrome storm.
Then it’s sapphire, the dream that this moment will continue in forevermore.
And, finally, he finds topaz, the colour of eternity; for she is to be his eternal sojourn.
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i feel so emotionally fragile all the time now and it's been like this for almost a month through now and i don't know what to do about it anymore
#rubia speaks#i was doing so well i was becoming so confident and now i feel bad#i feel unlikeable and inferior and there is little joy in creating what i once loved to#and i remember what started it and it shouldnt be enough to do this to me
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Lunes 15 de enero 2024 - Cracovia, tranquilo el día, sin novedades más que Anya Taylor Joy en la cocina, me comí una pizza de peperoni y tal vez vea La sociedad de la nieve con Rose en su casa.
Hoy no salí en todo el día hasta la noche. La única cosa que fue poco habitual es que en un momento fui a la cocina a tirar un poco de basura que tenía acumulada entre paquetes de galletitas y cáscaras de banana y veo que hay una rubia hermosa parecida a Anya Taylor Joy que estaba guardando algo en la alacena. La miro por un instante, le digo "uhm sorry. Hello!" y me responde "hello" para luego irse raudamente. Escucho como cierra la puerta con llave. En toda esa secuencia me pareció que fue por tímida pero no tímida en plan que me tiene miedo, sino tímida como cuando encontrás a tu gato comiendo algo que no tiene que comer en la cocina y sale corriendo.
La dueña del Airbnb me había dicho hace unos días que una chica llamada "Sabina" que supongo será su hija iba a tener en su cuarto un gatito por un día, y que esperaba que no me moleste. Yo le dije que para nada, que si fuera por mí el gato podía andar por toda la casa porque los amo. Supongo que esa chica que crucé es Sabina.
Luego durante el día me dediqué a escribir el vlog y a planificar cosas. Ayer saqué una entrada para ir mañana martes a Auschwitz así que estuve con eso, y en un momento hablé mucho con dos personas, Belén y con Marr Lupus. Con Belén hablé muchísimo sobre mis intenciones de empezar un canal de youtube para hablar de mi viaje y contar experiencias interesantes, hablar de lugares que visito pero siempre con 3 conceptos muy claros: que tenga una historia que contar, que el tono sea intimista y cercano, y que el lenguaje visual sea cinematográfico. Me entusiasmó mucho la idea e intercambiamos opiniones con Belén, ella es una piba que me tira muy para adelante en lo que me proponga y me dice que voy a poder hacerlo, así que eso está buenísimo. Es muy motivante su actitud y siempre me tira buena onda.
Por otra parte hablé con Mar Lupus sobre temas relacionados a los vínculos, la sexualidad, los límites en cuanto a la sexualidad y los fetiches, el consentimiento, las distintas hormonas asociadas al bienestar como la dopamina, la serotonina y la oxitocina. Le dije que la primera es más con el placer tipo la comida, el sexo, las drogas duras, el azúcar, la pornografía. La serotonina es más la motivación que te da algo, esa sensación de ansiedad y de ganas de activar y ponerse en movimiento para hacer algo y lograr objetivos, o cuando logras algo y te genera esa satisfacción de alcanzar una meta, la otra es la oxitocina que tiene que ver más con los abrazos, la sensación de acariciar un gatito, del contacto físico no sexual. Y charlamos de eso, de cómo la sociedad es adicta a la dopamina pero no promueve las otras, etc. Le conté y le pasé el perfil de una actriz nopor llamada Kaitlyn Katsaros que hace cosas totalmente cuestionables con su cuerpo y es muy masoquista, y hablamos sobre los límites del consentimiento. Estuvo interesantísimo como siempre con ella, es casi como mejor que una psicóloga porque es muy profunda en sus análisis y pensamos cosas similares y siempre profundizamos en la teoría.
Por último Claudia mi hermana me dijo que la abuela hoy se sintió medio mal y eso la asustó, que la tuvieron que llevar al hospital porque sintió un peso fuerte en la cabeza. De presión estaba un poco alta y le encontraron en la cabeza algo que podría haber sido un ACV pero que tiene ya un tiempo bastante largo. Me dijo que hoy ya estaba un poco mejor al parecer, pero que igual estaba preocupada porque está mucho tiempo sola en casa la abuela. Le sugerí que tal vez Gaby la puede acompañar de vez en cuando, pero me dijo que él también trabaja en la agencia a veces y no tiene tanto tiempo.
A la noche salí a eso de las 20 a comprarme unas pastillas en el Zabka de enfrente y también una pizza pero vi que el local estaba cerrado. Así que decidí irme hasta Bro Burger, el restaurante de las hamburguesas pero a pedirme una pizza esta vez.
Le pido a la chica que atendía, una rubia para variar, le digo una de pepperoni de 30 cm y me dice que son 42 zl. Le pago, me hace esperar un rato, unos 10 minutos y enseguida me la trae otra rubia más petisa y con pelo corte carré y anteojos grandes. Me dice si quiero una salsa, le pregunto si es gratis y me dice que sí y me da las opciones y le pido la salsa picante. Me voy caminando a casa con la caja de pizza.
A la noche me habla Rosa para contarme que hay free walking tours que puedo agendar en una página, le cuento que al final mañana voy a ir a Auschwitz y que hoy no fui, y le cuento sobre la peli La sociedad de la nieve. Le sugiero que podríamos verla y me dice que sí, y que en su casa tiene un proyector. Me dice que como somos vecinos ya podríamos arreglar luego para verla juntos :) y me manda una fotito de su gato durmiendo.
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El golpe
Lady Ceira Lannister, madre de Jason Lannister, estaba sentada junto a su futura nuera, la joven y humilde Sarah Bolton quien estaba en silencio mirando hacia el suelo mientras disfrutaban de la hora del té en el castillo. Lady Ceira la miraba con desprecio y le hablaba con frialdad mientras bebía el té. Junto a ellas estaban detenidas algunas siervas por si necesitaban algo más y, más allá de la sala, se encontraban caballeros vigilando armados con sus espadas como era habitual.
Lady Ceira siendo sarcástica: ¿Crees que eres digna de casarte con mi hijo? ¿Crees que podrás darle hijos varones y herederos? ¿Crees que podrás satisfacerlo en la cama?
Sarah Bolton con timidez: intentaré, my lady.
Lady Ceira con burla: Lo intentarás, ¿eh? No me hagas reír. Eres una niña asustada y sin gracia. No tienes nada que ofrecerle a mi hijo. Él se aburrirá de ti enseguida y buscará consuelo en otras mujeres. Como ya lo hace con su amante favorita, la bella y fogosa Myranda Lefford. Ella sí que sabe cómo hacerlo feliz. Ella le ha dado una hija bastarda. Se llama Joy Hill, y es una niña encantadora y vivaz. Mi hijo la adora y la trata como a una princesa. ¿La has visto? Está por ahí, jugando con sus primos.
Lady Ceira señaló a una niña rubia y sonriente que corría por el patio que daba al salón donde estaban sentadas. Sarah la observó con sus ojos llorosos.
Lady Ceira agregó: ¿no crees que es encantadora? no como tú una niña débil y fea. Si no fuera por tu padre no estarías acá. Terminarías en la calle. Como una rata apestosa.
Sarah evocó toda su bronca sobre Lady Ceira y le otorgó un golpe en la mejilla que resonó por todo el salón. Las siervas se sorprendieron y un silencio tenso inundó el lugar. Lady Ceira se llevó la mano a la mejilla que la tenía roja por el golpe proporcionado. Jason Lannister y el padre de Sarah llamado Roose Bolton se acercaron rápido al ver la situación quienes estaban a un costado de la sala hablando sobre la boda y asuntos políticos. Jason parecía enojado y a la vez sorprendido al igual que Roose.
Jason enojado: ¿cómo te atreves a golpear a mi madre?
Lord Bolton para calmar la tensión: discúlpela lord Lannister. Mi hija está cansada. Ha sido un largo viaje hasta aquí. Sepa comprender.
La joven Sarah miró a su padre y se puso de pie.
Jason Lannister: su hija debe aprender a respetar. No toleraré que la trate así a mi madre.
Roose Bolton con autoridad: discúlpate con Lady Lannister, hija.
Sarah con falsedad: mil disculpas, my lady.
Al decir eso la joven Sarah hizo una reverencia frente a Lady Ceira quien estaba sorprendida por el golpe y sus ojos claros estaban llorosos.
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