#《⭒✩⭒ || verse: main (kaveh) 》

[house-of-tales]

@virtuallghosts

As ruas de Fontaine são realmente muito bonitas, especialmente decoradas. Nem mesmo alguém como Alhaitham pode negar isso, logo ele que tem zero tato para decoração. De qualquer forma, já era muito ele ter conseguido manobrar sua vinda para Fontaine...coisa que deve ter deixado um gosto amargo na boca de muita gente. Exceto de Nahida. Ela devia ter achado graça.

De qualquer forma, não havia ainda perguntado para Kaveh o que ele pensava de sua presença ali, e especialmente de sua fantasia. Havia seguido sua recomendação, e foi de vampiro, mas um vampiro meio...decotado. Em parte estava sim apostando na ideia de que o loiro achava seu corpo atraente, em parte era a fantasia que mais havia lhe agradado mesmo. Não precisava cortar um buraco para sua joia, afinal. E ele havia se dedicado até mesmo a colocar presas e sangue falso, veja só.

"E então, o que acha? Um vampiro digno de morder seu pescoço?"

[astrugglingacademic]

Gang, rewrite copacobana for Kaveh. I know you want to.

Options for chorus:

Here at the Aka, Akademiya,

Here at the Palace, Alcazarzaray,

Possible last verse?

"His name was Kaveh, he was a scholar,

But that was many years ago, when the money used to flow

Now it's a hotel, but not for Kaveh

Still in the shirt he used to wear

Faded feathers in his hair

He sits there so refined and drinks himself half-blind

He lost his hope and he lost his funding

Now he's lost his mind"

[hancfubuki]

The sound of the birds chipping is extremely noisy for him to continue sleeping in the comfort of his bed. Finding difficult to open his eyes, almost as if they were glued to his skin, Alhaitham lets out a grunt of complaint as he turns around to pat the side of his bed. Empty. Something he was used to, except for the past days when a certain someone has been climbing on his bed. He remembers to have him on his hold last night, and the idea of the blonde waking up early on such day was enough to make him squint, wondering if he decided to work. Though, the smell of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen tells the scribe his companion is already working on breakfast. 

Haitham doesn’t like celebrations. The idea of making a fuss and a big party over the anniversary of your birth is something incomprehensible to him. He has never seen Kaveh been way too eager to celebrate his birthday ever, but, the idea of showing his appreciation at least once a year is an habit he has picked up since they started living together. This year he made an special order. Hearing from Cyno and Tighnari that they were going to Mondstadt for the Windblume Festival, Alhaitham made sure to commission a crate the famous dandelion wine. He has never been in Mondstadt, and as far as he knows, Kaveh hasn’t been there either. However, rumor has it, the dandelion wine is one of the best wines that can be found across Teyvat, and of course, it was the perfect gift for someone like the architect. What he didn't count on was the fact they were going to be back together by this time of the year. Something completely out of his plans yet making the situation more meaningful than before. Especially when this crate has been kept hidden in a place where Kaveh couldn’t find it.

Another grunt leaving his lips, stretching his arms on the bed as he finally decides it’s time to stand up. His feet automatically direct him towards the kitchen, wanting to find the familiar figure with eyes half opened and still sleepy. He wraps his arms around the other’s waist, face burying on his shoulder as he hums in bliss. 

“Happy birthday, love.” He mutters softly, the hold on his waist tightening a little and bringing him closer. The pet name easily slipping from his lips, knowing now he is permitted to say such things and act all clingy as soon as he wakes up. “How’s the princess doing?” His chin rests on top of his shoulder now, staring endearingly at Kaveh for a few seconds before going closer and kissing his cheek. “Ah, I got you a gift. Been saving it for months already. It’s hidden somewhere in the house.” Because otherwise, if Kaveh found that crate it would have been gone by now. “If you want to know where exactly it is, you have to go back to bed with me and cuddle me.” Now he can make such demands, and he is not going to let that opportunity to waste. 

@inardescere​ && kaveh

[howthesleeplesswander]

@vattghcrn continued from here! ((these boys are going on a desert adventure 😤🙌))

"Oh, ha-ha," Kaveh said with a roll of his eyes. "And people think witchers don't have a sense of humor. You could wear some color along with all that armor, you know. Personally, I think you'd look rather handsome in rich greens. Something like a nice olive or dark pine—oh, or even juniper!"

He took a moment to study the brilliant gold of Geralt's eyes that practically glowed beneath the desert sun. Definitely green, the artist nodded to himself. "It could even be like camouflage if you had contracts in the forest. Color isn't just for aesthetics—it can have practical applications, too!"

But Geralt eventually gave a serious response, to which Kaveh simply scoffed. The only reason the witcher would trek this far out into the desert was if there was a job to be done. Honestly he could hardly imagine what kind of monster was lurking in the sand that even the Guardian of Aaru Village couldn't handle.

"The last time I ventured into the desert I passed out from the heat," he admitted with a grimace. "I was out for hours; I didn't come to until it was nighttime and the air had cooled off. It's a miracle I didn't get sunburned to death!" Not that he regretted the actions that led to that consequence. Winning the Interdarshan Championship would've rung hollow if he hadn't gotten those desert foxes to safety first.

"I wouldn't call 'passing out' fun or a way to change things up." And yet, a silent moment passed where Kaveh squinted out at the distant dunes before heaving a dramatic sigh. "Fine, alright—but don't forget that you promised to help me collect some henna berries! I'm down to the last few drops of my favorite red paint, and I can't make more without them."

[wcrden]

@basbousah asked: ♡ surprise me: kaveh or alhaitham 👀 ➠ send ♡ to see what wrio thinks of you. | accepting !

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❛  i'd  say  you're  more  my  type  than  the  scribe—  but  we're  not  particularly  acquainted,  so.  ❜

[o-wild-west-wind]

this is as good a time as any to put out my biannual PSA that my main is @whimsicalincivilities, in case anyone is confused as to why an aesthetic blog devoted to sapphic modern art and depressing kaveh akbar verses keeps liking their fandom shitposts. inside me are two wolves and they’re both Franz Kafka.

[empyreanparadisaea]

@pertinasities

"I think that's more than enough for today. If you have any questions, after lunch I'll be in the main office to take in any questions. Thank you for your time."

A round of applause, murmurs of students and said students leaving the classroom. Kaveh had almost forgotten how it was being back at the Akademiya. He's given presentations before but it was difficult this time. Now he was here as a guest lecturer. Truthfully… it was nerve wracking. Long nights of research for what would be best to talk about. For once the Akademiya had been kind. They offered him any topic as long as it related to his work. It was hard to pin something down for him to speak on. 

If allowed, Kaveh could go on about various aspects he found enjoyable. But he had to narrow it down to historical architecture and its effects on the modern day. It was the best topic he was versed in. One that was close to his heart. Still it was a lot of hard work digging for all the materials to go over.

By the time his lecture was over, Kaveh felt completely drained. Thankfully it was his only lecture for the day, though he would stay if any student had questions about it. But that was for later, for now he was free to grab some lunch. 

"Ah! What am I going to get now?" He says, stretching his right arm across his chest. The Akademiya seemed busy as ever as the hallways were crowded with students rushing to class or returning from class. Tired red eyes scan for the exit when they spot a familiar set of ears poking out from the crowd. 

Kaveh blinks, was it Tighnari? He begins moving forward, towards the direction the ears were at. His hand comes up to cup his mouth. "Tighnari? Is that you?" 

[pertinasities]

thinking about verses again; today feat modern verse! which, note on this; maintains the general regions/loose history of teyvat. i haven’t decided yet re: visions but that’s for future cedar to sort out. and also with this, tighnari is still valuka shuna, and xiao isn’t quite human, but the adeptal powers will be minimized down a bit. think modern fantasy by default. also mostly centered around a university set up… mostly because of who i am as a person.

kaeya; i like to think about grad student kaeya. he’s fueled by coffee, spite, and a furious desire to prove himself. his main area of study would be refugee/immigration law, with a minor focus on khaenri’ahn history. he works part time in the library with lisa, and part time at a community law clinic. and of course has his fair share of extra curricular activities for resume purposes. not tied to any specific portrayals and able to shift with who i’m writing with; connections he’d have as a default: best friends with rosaria and lisa, fairly close with jean, some kind of complicated past with diluc (though likely not as… dramatic lol), familiar with albedo and noelle. lives by himself in an apartment near campus that he spends as little time in as possible. likely in his mid-late twenties.

tighnari; still has his ears and tails because i said so. recent phd graduate, assistant professor. lives a little way from campus - will take a longer commute to live somewhere suitably quiet - and closer to the forest. only comes to campus maybe two days a week, maintains a garden and spends days not on campus in the forest conducting research and furthering conservation efforts. thinking that there still may be an iteration of the withering for him to be focused on - which would potentially also lead to him having a vision. much to think about. as for relationships; still closest with cyno, meets up with him/kaveh/alhaitham at least once a week, and collei is a student he tutored earlier in his university career and sort of took under his wing forever. i could see her living with him potentially as well. his main area of study is botany and ecology, but he has a decent base in medicine also. in his late twenties.

kaveh; established architect! still completely terrible with money so he still lives with alhaitham and works odd jobs. He does work for the university theater department on prop building and design, and does commissions for the university in addition to teaching some classes. also fueled by coffee, spite, and a furious desire to prove himself. his is closest to his canon set up. living with alhaitham, likely friends with nilou via the theater, and friendly with cyno and tighnari. early thirties.

xiao; still has stupidly long life span. maybe something akin to a demon or ghost hunter to fit with modern fantasy. would still maintain loyalty to zhongli. a bit chronically online in a search for intel on demons/spirits to exorcise. his is the most up in the air still while i try to decide balance between canon and modernization. i still see him having ties to venti and the other adepti as well as aether/lumine.

childe; grad student studying poli sci and business. know. one of Those Guys. way too much money, exchange student. works a frankly horrifying number of jobs, but just does not actually show up 90% of the time. unfortunately he’s terrifyingly capable and efficient so he can generally get everything he needs to done and fix a week’s worth of problems in one shift, so nowhere can quite bring themselves to fire him. he also has the tendency to just charm his way through things. big fancy apartment. possible frat bro but like in the same way he treats his jobs. single handedly funding every snezhnayan restaurant in town. still really good with kids, and his younger siblings sometimes come to visit and stay with him. connections would be scary who… probably hates him. zhongli, no one quite knows what’s going on there but it definitely isn’t heterosexual, the other harbingers in some capacity. living with yoimiya and/or generally besties with her.

[zorkaya-moved]

Genshin Impact AUs that could’ve been Zarina’s verse: 2k22 edition.

- Cryo Archon AU. Love to see tbqh. - Harbinger AU - Brighella, the one not seen as one of the main Harbinger to avoid her name being spoken; works in the shadows and pretends to be a Cryo Mirror Maiden.  - Staying in Sumeru as a student for 12-13 years (as of recent update). Possibly becoming one of the best students alongside characters like Al-Haitham and Kaveh.  - Goddess of Winter and Death who went against Celestia and was punished for the rebellion, taken away all what she cared for, and cursed to wander the lands of Teyvat until the end of this world, becoming the death’s representation. Cue dislike towards Celestia and Archons still present.

[silierepersonalblog]

//Haitham's bio/verses/what not:

Biography:

Born in Sumeru he grew up in the land of scholars. He was a child prodigy and no one had ultimately been surprised when he took well to learning in the Akademia, and even fewer when he quickly rose through the ranks to become the Grand Scribe who’s intelligence was only matched by his cold pragmatism.

In fact he become known so well for both things that many were surprised when he opened up his home to his senior Kaveh, for they were black and white. Day and night. 

That said it was expected that before long their intense arguments became legendary.

Character Notes:

➢ Alhaitham is the reincarnation of King Deshret. He has no memories of his past life and probably would have no idea until after he came in contact with the Divine Knowledge capsule during the plan to usurp the Akademia and save the Dendro Archon.

➢ After coming into contact with the Divine Knowledge Capsule, despite all the safe guards he put in place, the Divine Knowledge capsule did have alot more consequences that he was not expecting: he began to have recurring nightmares that were memories from his past life, frequently got mild migraines among other things that were far less frequent. He blamed it all one ill effects and tried not to think much of it though he swore something about him had changed.

Verses: 

Main Verse. V; The Curse Of Knowledge (Main Verse)

This verse follows the main canon.

➢ Subverse - V; I DID NOT ASK TO BE A GOD (Canon Div. Subverse) //

Responsibility had never been kind to the Grand Scribe, it was no shock that the Akademia had tricked him into becoming the Grand Sage by pretending that it was just temporary but what he hadn’t expected was that the strange visions that had haunted him in the night time hours turned from night terrors turn into daily hallucinations. 

At some point he lost himself in his suffering, prefering to disappear as he used his moments of lucidity to figure out what was going on. Eventually he realized that he was the reincarnation of the Scarlet King. Lost he struggled to come to terms and in a rare moment of terror he struggled to come to terms with it.

➢ Subverse - And Once There Stood A King (Past Life Verse)

TBA

Bungo Stray Dogs Verse. V; What Is A God To A Nonbeliever (BSD Verse)

Follows along the lines of his ‘I DID NOT ASK TO BE A GOD’ verse, during his searching for answers of what he could do he took a note from the traveler and eventually learned how to go to different worlds, leaving a world that no longer felt welcome to him as the Grand Scribe or the Scarlet King behind.

Somehow in his confused haze of traveling where time passed in strange increments he eventually ended up in Yokohama and decided to settle there for now in hopes of figuring out what he could do. During such time he eventually ended up running a bookstore near the Detective Agency. 

While running his bookstore he continues to wear his vision despite the fact he has no use for it anymore but has long since hung up his sword, keeping it hanging up on the wall behind the checkout counter and telling people it was a well kept family heirloom.

[house-of-tales]

@virtuallghosts

"Como vão os negócios?" parecia uma pergunta simples, mas vindo de Alhaitham especialmente quando o cliente de Kaveh estava bem ali era no mínimo estranha. Mas pelo o que havia ouvido conforme se aproximava, parecia bem necessária.

[ucflibrary]

“Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough,   And stands about the woodland ride   Wearing white for Eastertide.   Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again,    And take from seventy springs a score,   It only leaves me fifty more.   

And since to look at things in bloom    Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go    To see the cherry hung with snow.” -A.E. Housman, Loveliest of Trees

 Welcome to National Poetry Month!

The Academy of American Poets, inspired by the success of Black History Month and Women’s History Month, created National Poetry Month in 1996. It is the largest literary celebration in the world and UCF Libraries are proud to do their part.

UCF Libraries have gathered suggestions to feature 14 books of poetry that are currently in the UCF collection. These works represent a wide range of favorite poetry books of our faculty and staff.

These, and additional titles, are also on the Featured Bookshelf display on the second (main) floor next to the bank of two elevators where they are joined by a selection of nature poetry.

Click on the Keep Reading link below to see the full descriptions and catalog links.

 A Shropshire Lad by A.E. Housman

Housman is a high-water mark of British lyric poetry, and this fine production captures perfectly his strong, melodic beat and decisive rhyme, and his wonderful way with words. Samuel West's cultivated Midlands accent may not be specifically Shropshire, but his voice and reading are true to Housman who was not, after all, some rough Shropshire lad himself but an Oxford don. His Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now and To an Athlete Dying Young are beautifully rendered here. West, you feel, reads poetry as it should be read confidently, with ease and conviction, as if all the world spoke in meter and rhyme.

Suggested by Megan Haught, Teaching & Engagement/Research & Information Services

 All the Poems of Stevie Smith by Stevie Smith

Stevie Smith is among the most popular British poets of the twentieth century. Her poem “Not Waving but Drowning” has been widely anthologized, and her life was celebrated in the classic 1978 movie Stevie. This new and updated edition of Stevie Smith’s collected poems includes hundreds of works from her thirty-five-year career. The Smith scholar Will May collects poems and illustrations from published volumes, provides fascinating details about their provenance, and describes the various versions Smith presented. Satirical, mischievous, teasing, disarming, Smith’s poems take readers from comedy to tragedy and back again, while her line drawings are by turns unsettling and beguiling.

Suggested by Rachel Edford, Teaching & Engagement

 Calling a Wolf a Wolf by Kaveh Akbar

This highly-anticipated debut boldly confronts addiction and courses the strenuous path of recovery, beginning in the wilds of the mind. Poems confront craving, control, the constant battle of alcoholism and sobriety, and the questioning of the self and its instincts within the context of this never-ending fight.

Suggested by Sandy Avila, Research & Information Services

 Dirt Eaters by Teri Youmans Grimm

The book was born of the consequences of leaving a place and family steeped in the history and traditions of the South. The poet, having moved to the Midwest, has become a sort of expatriate in her father's eyes, and she herself has underestimated the hold that home would have over her. These poems are a mystical journey back through her ancestry. The dead serve as conjurers and characters both real and mythologized throughout the collection--Uncle Seward, who uses dice and the Bible as a means of prophecy; blind Aunt Ater, who finds solace and doom in biblical numbers; an unlucky man facing certain death as he stands on an alligator's back; and women who gorge themselves on dirt--all find their way back to life in these poems. Dirt Eaters seeks grace in the unlikeliest of people and places. Bound up with the peculiar, however, is the poet's own desire to reconcile the handed-down shame and faulty pride within herself as well as the religion of the ecstatic within her own quiet questioning.

Suggested by Rebecca Hawk, Circulation

 Enough Rope by Dorothy Parker

Suggested by Jamie LaMoreaux, Acquisitions & Collections

 New & Selected Poems by Stephen Dunn

Stephen Dunn is justly celebrated as one of the strongest poets of his generation. Now in this rich gathering, he selects from his eight collections and includes sixteen new poems marked by the haunting "Snowmass Cycle". The heralded clarity and intelligence of Dunn's poems are in full evidence here, as is his ability to charm and evoke pathos. As ever, wit happily resides with seriousness, affirmation coexists with hardship. "I want to find the cool, precise language / for how passion gives rise to passion," Dunn says in one of the new poems. For two decades, such insistence has led him to a wise lucidity that places him among our consequential poets.

Suggested by Rebecca Hawk, Circulation

 Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

One of America's best-loved poets, Edna St Vincent Millay (1892-1950) burst onto the literary scene at a very young age and won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923. Her lyrics and sonnets have thrilled generations of readers long after the notoriously bohemian lifestyle she led in Greenwich Village in the 1920s ceased to shock them.

Suggested by Jamie LaMoreaux, Acquisitions & Collections

 Poems: North & South, a cold spring by Elizabeth Bishop

Elizabeth Bishop was an American poet and writer from Worcester, Massachusetts. She was the Poet Laureate of the United States from 1949 to 1950, a Pulitzer Prize winner in 1956. and a National Book Award Winner for Poetry in 1970. She is considered one of the most important and distinguished American poets of the 20th century.

Suggested by Rachel Edford, Teaching & Engagement

 Selected Poetry of Ogden Nash: 650 rhymes, verses, lyrics, and poems by Ogden Nash

Gathers poems on a variety of subjects including love, marriage, parenthood, modern life, animals, aging, travel, work, and food.

Suggested by Rachel Edford, Teaching & Engagement & Jamie LaMoreaux, Acquisitions & Collections

 The 100 Best Poems of All Time edited by Leslie Pockell

This poetry companion puts favourite poetry and poets from around the world at your fingertips, enabling you to revisit the classics, encounter unfamiliar masterworks and rediscover old favourites.

Suggested by Sandy Avila, Research & Information Services

 The Golden Shovel Anthology: new poems honoring Gwendolyn Brooks edited by Peter Kahn, Ravi Shankar, and Patricia Smith

The last words of each line in a Golden Shovel poem are, in order, words from a line or lines taken from a Brooks poem. The poems are, in a way, secretly encoded to enable both a horizontal reading of the new poem and vertical reading down the right-hand margin of Brooks's original. An array of writers, including Pulitzer Prize winners, T. S. Eliot Prize winners, National Book Award winners, and National Poet Laureates, have written poems for this anthology: Rita Dove, Billy Collins, Nikki Giovani, Sharon Olds, Tracy K. Smith, Mark Doty, Sharon Draper, and Julia Glass are just a few of the contributing poets.

Suggested by Megan Haught, Teaching & Engagement/Research & Information Services

 The Heart Aroused: poetry and the preservation of the soul in corporate America by David Whyte

In The Heart Aroused, David Whyte brings his unique perspective as poet and consultant to the workplace, showing readers how fulfilling work can be when they face their fears and follow their dreams. Going beneath the surface concerns about products and profits, organization and order, Whyte addresses the needs of the heart and soul, and the fears and desires that many workers keep hidden.

Suggested by Rebecca Hawk, Circulation

The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo

Xiomara Batista feels unheard and unable to hide in her Harlem neighborhood. Ever since her body grew into curves, Xiomara Batista has learned to let her fists and her fierceness do the talking. She pours all her frustration and passion onto the pages of a leather notebook, reciting the words to herself like prayers--especially after she catches feelings for a boy in her bio class named Aman, who her family can never know about. Mami is determined to force her daughter to obey the laws of the church, and Xiomara understands that her thoughts are best kept to herself. When she is invited to join her school's slam poetry club, she can't stop thinking about performing her poems.

Suggested by Emma Gisclair, Curriculum Materials Center

 The Poetry of Arab Women: a contemporary anthology edited by Nathalie Handal

Arab women poets work within one of the oldest literary traditions in the world, yet they are virtually unknown in the West. Uniting Arab women poets from the all over the Arab World anti abroad, Nathalie Handal has put together an outstanding collection that introduces poets who write in Arabic, French, English, and Swedish, among them some of the twentieth century's most accomplished poets and today's most exciting new voices. Translated by distinguished translators and poets from around the world, The Poetry of Arab Women showcases the work of 82 poets, among them: Etel Adnan, Andre Chedid, Salma Khadra Jayyusi, Naomi Shihab Nye, and Fadwa Tuqan.

Suggested by Christina Wray, Teaching & Engagement

 The Rain in Portugal by Billy Collins

The Rain in Portugal—a title that admits he’s not much of a rhymer—sheds Collins’s ironic light on such subjects as travel and art, cats and dogs, loneliness and love, beauty and death. A student of the everyday, Collins here contemplates a weather vane, a still life painting, the calendar, and a child lost at a beach. His imaginative fabrications have Shakespeare flying comfortably in first class and Keith Richards supporting the globe on his head. By turns entertaining, engaging, and enlightening, The Rain in Portugal amounts to another chorus of poems from one of the most respected and familiar voices in the world of American poetry.

Suggested by Larry Cooperman, Research & Information Services

[house-of-tales]

@virtuallghosts:“Tell me what’s been going on. I deserve that much from you.” Kaveh pro Hatao | ask meme

Alhaitham sabia que aquilo chegaria a esse ponto, não tinha como não saber. Dizer o contrário seria um insulto à inteligência de Kaveh, não tinha como ele não perceber que Alhaitham estava ansioso, inquieto, num estado onde qualquer barulho mais alto o deixava nervoso e nitidamente estressado. Já era a segunda vez no dia que ele reagia mal à uma mera porta batendo com um pouco mais de força, seria um milagre se o loiro não reparasse.

"...ando estressado por conta do trabalho, acho. Felizmente devo conseguir voltar ao posto de escriba logo, mas até lá...o estresse está me deixando mais sensível a barulhos do que o normal" como odiava admitir que tinha problemas, especialmente os que não tinham solução simples.

[house-of-tales]

@virtuallghosts

"Kaveh" chamou o loiro, a voz séria "É verdade que você trocou ver sua mãe por mim?"

[house-of-tales]

@virtuallghosts

Alhaitham podia não se considerar fofoqueiro, mas ele mesmo admitia que ocasionalmente escutava coisas interessantes enquanto ficava lendo algo. E o que ouviu daquela vez foi...curioso, para não dizer algo que o ofendeu tão profundamente que decidiu tomar uma atitude em relação à isso.

E essa atitude era confrontar Kaveh assim que ele chegasse em casa.

"Demorou para chegar hoje..." ele se levantou do sofá, andando lentamente mas com um olhar decidido para o loiro "Estava te esperando."

"Temos algo a conversar."

[house-of-tales]

@virtuallghosts

Morrendo de vergonha, sim, porque se deu conta de que é o primeiro Natal que passa com Kaveh como, bom, um casal...e achava que deveria ser especial então. Com isso em mente, entregou uma caixa embalada que tinha dois presentes dentro: uma pequena casinha de natal e um par de luvas vermelhas de tricô, que não só foram feitas pelo próprio Alhaitham como dá pra ver as falhas onde ele não sabia o que fazer direito.

"...feliz natal" que vergonhaaaa, queria ter tido tempo de comprar algo melhor ao invés de entregar algo que não ficou perfeito.