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LA OBRA DE LORCA QUE TODOS DEBEMOS CONOCER: "BODAS de SANGRE"
LORCA’S WORK THAT WE SHOULD ALL KNOW: “BLOOD WEDDING” HOLA MUNDO..!! Afirmar que Bodas de Sangre es la mejor obra de Federico García Lorca es una cuestión compleja y subjetiva, sin embargo los criterios y preferencias individuales según estudios realizados así lo confirman. Por tanto, es muy cierto que esta obra se encuentra entre las más reconocidas y aclamadas del autor en el mundo, y son…
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#18 HORAS DEL ESTE USA#Argentina#ARMANDO GARCIA ALVAREZ#BODAS DE SANGRE#CHILE#COLOMBIA#Cristina Barcelona Columnista#ESPAÑA#ESTRENO#ESTRENO HOY#Federico García Lorca#GONGORA TV BSN#HOLA MUNDO#LA CASA DEL POETA GARCIA LORCA#LA CITA ES EN NUESTRA AMERCIA ONLINE RADIO#LA OBRA DE LORCA QUE TODOS DEBEMOS CONOCER#lomasleido#lomasvisto#MALANGA RADIO#MEXICO#OLGA LIDIA PELAYO CORONA#POEMA: BODAS DE SANGRE#PRODUCCIONES MUSAS#PROGRAMA EL ARTE DEL ENCUENTRO#RADIO ALTO VOLTAJE#RADIO EMPRENDEDORAS#RADIO IDEAS CLARAS#RADIO MAGIC#RADIO ONDA GONGORA#RADIOSATELITEVISION Y AMERICAVICION
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a thing for that esoteric au of fluttershy reading minds that @zoeyhorse made lmao
#twiset#sunlight#sunset shimmer#fluttershy#pony posting#twilight sparkle#mlp gen 4#mlo#fim#my little pony#friendship is magic#mlp fanart#this plays on sunset's head at all hours of the day#its her standard radio station
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Admiral Corporation, 1948
#entertainment console#1948#ad#midcentury#vintage#advertisement#stereo#phonograph#magic mirror television#radio#triple thrill#1940s decor#mid century#home entertainment#luxurious#advertising#TV#cabinet#retro#styling#mid-century
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my my man jeeves fin fin edit
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Billy does not get the concept of a day off. Cause when he’s not on Whiz, he’s doing JL work(monitory duty, a mission, etc.). And when he’s not doing JL work, he’s doing Champion of Magic work.
Whenever someone asks what he does on a day off, he legitimately answers with the truth, that he’s working on other stuff. This immediately gets everyone worried. Everyone but Fate who nods in approval because NO his Champion is NOT lazy! Put his name out of your mouth!*snaps fingers*
#billy batson#captain marvel#shazam#dc#justice league#champion of magic#casually being the champion of magic like:#whiz radio#doctor fate
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DC confirms that the bat cave is just part of a really huge cave system, and that’s just how Batman gets around without people seeing him. Some people question how nobody else has discovered the batcave if this is true, but it /is/ Gotham - there’s a man eating pseudo crocodile and a zombie in the sewers. Would you risk it?
#batman#dc comics#the batcave#dc#big batcave#Gotham#waylon jones#solomon grundy#Gotham cave system#I read several stories featuring a larger cave system so I’m not too surprised#Plus#the Bristol section of the caves is so way out of the way#if people were going to explore they’d probably stick to the more populated area of Gotham#I read a story where the caves turn people insane because *magic*#I’ll tag it if I can remember/find it#something to do with a haunted radio show and unreality pockets#one of those#Gotham is literally cursed#stories#idk#batfam#batcave#the batmobile#is too loud to be roaring around in at 2am#people would not like him if that was his only mode of travel#how big is Gotham#can one really grapple across the entirety of it#parkour#grappling hook!#(insert Mabel Pines yelling)
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Magical girl Alastor!
I had so much fun doing this one. This is my entry for Vimy's (@/unscentedspoap) DTIYS on Bluesky + a few doodles cause I'm obsessed with their design of Alastor as a magical girl.
Yes, I'm on fire with the DTIYS :)
Also... what if I started to draw Alastor's hair slightly longer, like this? What then? (Yassifing the deer old man? Me? Never)
#hazbin hotel#alastor#alastor the radio demon#hazbin hotel fanart#artists on tumblr#my art#alastor fanart#hazbin alastor#the radio demon#radio demon#magical girl#magical deer alastor#magical girl alastor#dtiysart#dtiys entry#dtiyschallenge#vivzieverse#vivziepop#hellaverse#hellverse#hazbin fanart#digital doodle#digital artist#digital drawing#hazbin hotel alastor#magical girl art
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Alastor and Lucifer, but make it magical girls
#hazbin hotel#radioapple#appleradio#hazbin alastor#alastor#lucifer x alastor#lucifer morningstar#hazbin fanart#radio demon#hazbin art#magical girl#my art
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Interview clip from the Olivier Awards nominee celebration, 14 March 2025. (‘Where were you when you found out about your nomination?’)
#reece shearsmith#steve pemberton#inside no 9#stage/fright#in9#inside number 9#olivier awards#radio interview#gaby roslin#magic fm#2025
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#Alexander Skarsgård#Alexander Skarsgård GIFs#My GIFs#Alexander Skarsgard#Alexander Skarsgard GIFs#Magic Radio
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Last week with my drawing group we had to draw Alastor and I hadn't had time to post my drawing yet, again because of exams! However, having little time, I redid this drawing but I don't know who the author is, if anyone knows can they let me know? 🙏
My favorite Alastor is this one in Voodoo magic version with purple colors! 😍🫶
I still haven't figured out how to make pencils without leaving scratches and without pressing on the paper. This time I made the background without pressing but I don't like it because it isn't uniform.
Reblog if you like it, thx!! :3
#drawing#vivziepop#vivziepop fanart#pencil#hell#colors#hobby#fan art#art#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#promarkers#sinners#radio demon#shadow#music#voodoo#magic
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I enjoy the implication in Origins that Zevran isn't a very good fighter when we meet him and then after Origins he was utterly terrorizing the Crows. All the levels he gained in the Warden's party actually made him a canonically, significantly more dangerous fighter than he was when the Warden met him.
#the game does do a fun job of justifying why the companions are - while much more capable than the average peasant - low level at first#Alistair has only been a Warden like 6 months and didn't finish Templar training before that#Morrigan has powerful magic but has been isolated in the wilds with her much more powerful mother to take care of things#Sten is a trained warrior but he was nearly killed. still managed to murder a family. then spent 20-30 days in a cage with no food or water#Leliana is a skilled Bard but she could either be rusty from hiding out in a cloister for a while or hiding some of her skills#Wynne is a senior enchanter and by the time you can actually recruit her you're probably at least like lvl 6 or 7#so she's no pushover when you actually see her do stuff. and could be even stronger if she didn't just recover from dying#Oghren is usually prooobably the last recruited bc Orzammar is meant to bounce low level players off and send them elsewhere#he is the companion most likely to be met at higher levels so it makes sense that he's an ass-kickin warrior when you meet him#though again he might be a little weaker if you came earlier and the fact that he's been banned for a while from fighting#and has instead just been sitting around getting wasted accounts for that#radio chatter
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hey guys do you think some of bell’s “favourite” songs are actually just adler’s or
#bell humming tunes to songs they’ve never even listened to#constant deja vu when they walk past adler’s room in the safehouse and catch him listening to something they swear they know#bell going oh i love this song !!#and adler blankly staring ahead recalling a mk ultra session where he left the radio playing#to said song#and also#like did magic carpet ride actually play during that memory in vietnam in adler’s life#or did he just catch it on the radio that morning driving to the lab and got stuck in his head when he relayed it all back to bell#does bell also have an insufferable obsession with the stroke#or do they actually have an inexplicable hatred for it without knowing why#hmmm#adlerbell#adler#cod bell#adler x bell#russell adler x bell#russell adler#adbell#cod cw#cod bocw#cod cold war#call of duty cold war#call of duty black ops cold war
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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚
#💙 sugar life posting 🌙#Hazbin Hotel#stimblr#stimmy#stim#stimming#crossover#gifsets#gifs#My Little Pony Generation 4#My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic#MLP G4#MLP:FiM#MLP Generation 4#MLP Gen 4#My Little Pony G4#My Little Pony Gen 4#Alastor the Radio Demon#hellaverse#hellverse#Vivziepop#Alastor#red#black#blue#white#gray
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How You Turn My World; Chapter 4
You finally find your way into the labyrinth, coming across some new and old faces; both friendly and malicious.
Character; Lilia Vanrouge
Content; Gender-neutral reader, reader is getting tired of being stuck here and smelling like a bog
Content Warnings; Swearing, some talk of death, reader passes out
Word Count; 2.2 K
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |
As per usual, don't put my work into AI.
You were finally making some decent progress, what, with not being stuck in some bog and knowing somewhat of where you were going. A vast improvement really! Well, it would be, but unfortunately, you still reeked of rotten eggs and skunk — apparently the bog stench only got worse the longer it stayed on.
“Why did it have to dump me into the swamp,” you huffed, rounding yet another corner. “Like, it could have dumped me beside the water, but, no, no, let’s dump the magicless human right into the putrid bog water! A good guffaw, don’t you think? Ha ha ha HA!”
At least your au de Bog of Eternal Stench kept any would-be assailants away since you hadn’t run into anything (besides a rose bush, ouch) since you started making your way through the labyrinth. So maybe it wasn’t all that bad… damn, maybe your sense of smell was just used to it… hey, if stink helps you not die, then you would gladly stay stinky! Well, bitterly stay stinky is more like it.
“Assholes,” you muttered, rounding another corner.
But it wasn’t a corner; it was a crossroad. Three paths merged off of the one you were on.
… aren’t labyrinths just one long line? THIS IS A FUCKING MAZE?! You groaned, looking at your possible options which all looked exactly the same.
Decisions, decisions, decisions. Of course nothing is easy here, no no no! Gotta make things difficult now.
The hedge behind you rustled, and you whipped around, getting into a stance where you could either land a pretty good sucker punch to the hedge-stalker or make a mad dash away. But out of the hedge crawled out a small, fuzzy, caterpillar. And back at home you would have thought it was cute, but you learned your lesson from the doors; don’t trust it, or anyone for that matter.
You looked down at the caterpillar, and the caterpillar looked up at you, blinking slowly.
What are the chances…
“Do you know a way out,” you asked the caterpillar, crouching down so that you didn’t tower over it.
The caterpillar blinked at you again (apparently caterpillars in the Underground have eyelids, which isn’t the weirdest thing considering everything). “No,” it chirped and continued crawling on its merry way, wherever that may be. “But you’ll find the way.” And it disappeared into the growth of the maze, humming a little tune to itself.
You sighed, and pushed yourself back up, straightening out your shoulders and looking up to the sky. “I’ll find a way,” you breathed, looking up at the cloudless sky which was starting to turn a brilliant amber with the setting sun. “I might want to find a way is more like it.”
You looked back down to the ground, looking at the three paths in front of you. They all look the same, save for the ground making up paths themselves, with the middle and right paths looking well worn with travel. And while they may be well worn, there was a voice at the back of your head that was whispering caution. The left-most path was not as well travelled, with dead vines covering parts of it.
“Hopefully you’re right, little buddy since I could use all the luck I can get.” And you made your way down the path, hoping that it was the correct one and didn’t lead you to your death or some other unpleasant thing.
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Lilia was at the entrance of the labyrinth, in front of the two doors.
“Have you seen a human, about this tall, a bit of a temper, and smelling foul,” he asked the doors.
The doors looked at each other before looking at Lilia. “And what’s it to you,” they said in unison.
Lilia smiled, but it was one of mild annoyance, not joy or amusement. “Royal orders I fear. You wouldn’t want the mistress finding out about you both tampering with a royal matter, would you?” The smile turned cat-like since Lilia had backed them into a corner.
The doors paled, with the blue door speaking up. “No no, sir! We would never dream of such a thing!!! Yes, there was a human, a wretched one at that, horribly rude!”
Lilia hummed, cocking a brow at the door. “I do think wretched is a bit of an overstatement now,” he whispered to himself. “Well, tell me where about they are then. The sooner I can collect them, the better for you lot.”
The red door sighed, “Near the heart of it, they took the left path.”
Left path? Why the left path leads to… Shit. Lilia mentally groaned, knowing that regardless of the path you took, you would end up having to deal with them eventually. “Your cooperation has been noted,” is what he said though, giving the doors both a nod before turning into a bat and flying over the labyrinth, trying to find you before you ran into whoever them was.
“Please be clever enough not to die,” he whispered to no one, hoping that he didn’t have to deliver your body to the Queen.
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The left path brought you to what looked like a forest; with old-growth trees, ferns and moss covering the ground, and a list mist hanging in the air. It was peaceful and beautiful, with the setting sun illuminating the mist without burning it away.
But that would not last, night was fast approaching and you had nothing to protect you this time; no rowan tree to haul your ass up, and no sort of weapon to protect yourself besides the oh-so-lovely smell of the bog to deter something from eating you. You were pretty sure it would also keep away anything that wanted to otherwise snatch you up.
“AH!” Something jumped out from a tree, and you couldn’t fully register what it was since you were also screeching, much like the creature was at you; you with fright, the creature with amusement and joy.
Two other creatures jumped out from behind the trees and startled cackling, jumping, and clapping. Together, they surrounded you, with no way to really escape them without fighting through.
… you really should have read about fae species, since you didn’t know what they exactly were, or how dangerous they were either.
One pulled you near a pit and lit a fire, cackling in glee and dancing, trying to get you to join them. “Ah come on, human, have some fun! DANCE BABEY!!!!”
But you stayed still as more creatures came out of the shadows, dancing around the fire, giggling, cackling, and pulling a bit at your clothes to prompt you to join them. You didn’t know, cementing your feet down, your eyes watching their movements with caution.
‘Should you dance with the fae, you shall not stop dancing until you exhaust yourself. And once you wake up, you will continue dancing. This cycle will repeat itself until you dance to death.’
At least that was what the book said, and so you stayed still, regardless of how much the creatures pulled at you. While it looked like a grand old time, you remained where you were.
“I don’t have time for dancing,” you answered coldly, flinching from pinching fingers. You were also a bit shocked that Eau de Bog of Eternal Stench wasn’t keeping them away. Either, they couldn’t smell, or, they didn’t care that you smelled downright awful. “So this ‘baby’ won’t dance.”
And should I be offended by you calling me ‘baby’ or am I reading too much into it?
The main creature just shrugged and spun its dancing partner around. “Your loss human! More fun for us then! YIPPEE!!!” And it threw something in the fire to where you could feel the heat on your face.
What now? You were just standing there awkwardly as the creatures danced about, singing something that you couldn’t really make out. All you knew was that the heat, noise, and the dizzying dance of them was making your head pound, and throat scream in thirst. You hadn’t drank anything for over a day(?) — no, bog water did not count — and the heat from the fire made the thirst only worse. Shit.
“Ah, you don’t look too… hot there human,” one of the creatures snickered at its own joke at your expense. “Maybe if you dance with us, loosen up and have a bit of fun, then you can have a drink? Hmm? Dancing won’t kill you!” But its failed attempts at covering up its own malicious giggles were more than enough to stand your ground… which was coming at you quite fast since you practically collapsed.
Was it the thirst? The pounding migraine that wanted nothing more than to crawl into some dark hole and hide? Or your exhaustion from making that tiring trek, crawling yourself out of the bog and making the trek again, or the hours you had spent wandering around the maze with no real idea of where you were going? All you really knew was that you were now on the ground with the creatures poking at you to see if you were still alive.
“Aw, man! Are they already dead? That’s no fun!” One of the creatures pouted, raising up your arm, and you let it plop back to the ground. “Come on human! Get up! You’re not a party pooper are you?”
Scre you buddy! Can’t you read the situation?!
You were trying your best to stay quiet, which wasn’t all that hard, since all of your energy was gone.
“They best not be,” a familiar voice called out.
From your position, you couldn’t see who it was, but you could make out the creatures jumping away from you like you were the hot fire instead of the fire pit. But someone else was approaching until you could make out a pair of shoes in front of your face.
They crouched down beside you, placing their fingers gently at the base of your throat; taking your pulse. “Hmph, playing dead, are we, Beastie?”
That irritating chuckle. The annoying nickname. Those mischievous magenta eyes that now looked at you with curiosity and amusement.
It was him — Mr. Sparkles.
And he had just blown your act of playing possum (well, not really, since you had actually collapsed).
But you didn’t say anything, instead favouring to give him a dirty look. Yet he just shook his head in jest, and proceeded to pick you up and wrap you around his shoulders and neck like some sort of bizarre ermine pelt; better than being carried like a sack of potatoes or the bridal carry you supposed.
“Her majesty sends her regards for not turning or killing her guest,” Lilia offered the creatures. It would be such a waste and pity to see such an entertaining Beastie leave us too soon now. “But do know she won’t take to their condition lightly.”
My condition? I’m not some Victorian child with some unknown illness wreaking havoc on their body you know?! But all that you did was groan and cough. You couldn’t even cough in Mr. Sparkles’ (Lilia’s) face, since you had a lovely view of the moss-covered ground and the fae’s shoes.
He patted the back of your calves, and you would have kicked him if you had more energy, but you didn’t. “Now, we really should be off, since Beastie has… an hour to get out of this maze before they turn into some sort of worm, or a hedge; never know what this old labyrinth will decide on really.” Lilia chuckled at the thought (was it merriment, or was he happy that you weren’t joining the caterpillar you met earlier?).
“No,” you wheezed. “WoRm!”
“See! They said it themself! No worm! How lovely that we are on a similar wavelength, Beastie! Marvellous even!” Lilia exclaimed, and the both of you started levitating off of the ground. “Now, do enjoy your party, Fireys!”
The creatures (Fireys apparently) groaned but got back to their party, dancing around the fire like they didn’t just try to lure you to your death mere minutes before.
“Tsk tsk, Beastie,” Lilia’s tutting brought your attention back to him and you grumbled. “You owe me two favours now, you know. Lucky that I found you… although that part wasn’t hard. I thought you learned your lesson the first time you decided to take a dip into the Bog of Eternal Stench?”
You lightly kicked him, letting your irritation be known, but Lilia just hummed. “Now now, no need to be like that! Do you want to smell like a bog when you meet the mistress? She wouldn’t take kindly to your… unique aroma.”
You hissed out a breath since he decided to pinch at your ear rather harshly — prompting for you to answer. “No,” you whispered hoarsely.
“Also, do read up on that book, since you will want to know about the government and fae species etiquette!”
From a smelly bog and fumbling around a maze for hours on end, to finding yourself being taken to fae high society… was it too late to become some worm in the maze? I think being a worm actually has a better chance of me living.
But sadly, you were saved from an eternity of being a worm. Hopefully, Mr. Sparkles (Lilia) would cover for your blunders a little for when you found yourself in front of ‘the mistress’.
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To be continued!
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#twst#twst x reader#twst x gn reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x gn reader#lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge x reader#lilia vanrouge x gn reader#yup! we're moving away from the labyrinth but fret not! the shenanigans shall continue and relationships will be built!#i forgot how fucking terrifying the fireys are and i now remember way labyrinth gave me nightmares as a kid#twst labyrinth au#also i shit you not i went to go eat at a burger joint last week and 'magic dance' was playing and i lost my fricking mind#like HELLO?! WHAT THE HELL?!#apparently the radio was telling me to fricking work on this fic...#i should really start posting this on ao3 as well... but idk where this is going to go#also posting a standalone fic (oneshot?) tomorrow; you guys will be eating good for a bit. here some crumbs for you and for you and for you
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my screen caps from Alexander Skarsgård's interview with Gaby Roslin of Magic Radio/MagicFM
‘Succession was... Fine’ – Alexander Skarsgård on Succession, Murderbot & his Father's Influence
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