#irrespirable

[aurianneor]

Eficiencia ecológica

Oímos hablar mucho de medidas ecológicas.

Tenemos que comprar productos de limpieza ecológicos, poner un aislante en nuestras casas, cambiar nuestras calderas y tener un pozo canadiense, comprar menos plástico, clasificar nuestra basura, conducir coches ecológicos, limitar nuestra velocidad en las carreteras, limitar nuestro consumo de agua cuando nos duchamos o tiramos de la cadena, limitar el consumo de concreto, tener un montón de compost en el jardín, limitar el consumo de carne, utilizar jabón de Alepo y limitar el consumo de cremas solares, utilizar un horno solar, invertir en energía ecológica (turbinas eólicas, paneles fotovoltaicos, centrales hidroeléctricas), comprar bienes de segunda mano. Los precios de la electricidad, el petróleo y los alimentos se disparan con el pretexto de la ecología.

Minería, extracción de litio, residuos de centrales nucleares, grandes fábricas, construcción, petróleo, agricultura intensiva (contaminación del suelo, consumo exorbitante de agua), etc. Las multinacionales contaminan mucho más que los individuos y no están sujetas a ninguna medida ecológica para limitar esta contaminación. Los más ricos, con las multinacionales en particular, son responsables de los mayores ecocidios del mundo: destruyen los bosques, incluida la selva amazónica, contaminan los ríos, destruyen los fondos marinos, imponen a los agricultores condiciones tales que destruyen la tierra, que corre el riesgo de volverse estéril a causa del uso de productos químicos, y maltratan a los animales. Además, productos químicos como los pesticidas están provocando la extinción de especies enteras de animales. Deberían ser juzgados internacionalmente, no según las leyes que deciden en cada país.

Algunas, como la agricultura y la construcción, están incluso subvencionadas. Otras incluso reciben la Legión de Honor (por ejemplo, Total).

Revealed: the 20 firms behind a third of all carbon emissions – The Guardian: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2019/oct/09/revealed-20-firms-third-carbon-emissions

El 90% de la contaminación industrial procede de la fabricación de cosas: una casa, un coche o ropa. La obsolescencia, las normas que cambian y obligan a comprar nuevos equipos y el uso del consumo como símbolo de estatus son muy perjudiciales.

How Buying Stuff Drives Climate Change – Columbia University – Columbia Climate School: https://news.climate.columbia.edu/2020/12/16/buying-stuff-drives-climate-change/

Las medidas mencionadas al principio son muy útiles para preservar el medio ambiente y limitar el consumo, pero son medidas menores comparadas con las que habría que tomar a escala mundial.

How companies blame you for climate change – BBC: https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20220504-why-the-wrong-people-are-blamed-for-climate-change

Pero la mayor parte de la contaminación está aún por venir. Los países en desarrollo quieren fábricas, energía, coches y carne. Si no les ayudamos, esto se hará con centrales de carbón altamente contaminantes, petróleo y agricultura intensiva (a veces llevada a cabo en desiertos, lo que absorbe toda el agua que necesita la población). Tenemos que considerar la ecología a escala mundial y no tomar medidas sólo en los países desarrollados, de lo contrario la capa de ozono se verá afectada y el aire se volverá irrespirable.

“De no controlarse, los efectos del cambio climático elevarán la temperatura media mundial por encima de los 3 °C y afectarán negativamente a todos los ecosistemas. Ya se puede observar cómo el cambio climático puede intensificar tormentas y catástrofes, así como hacer que amenazas como la escasez de alimentos y agua se conviertan en realidad y desemboquen en conflictos. Quedarnos de brazos cruzados acabará costándonos mucho más que si tomamos acción inmediata.” Objetivo 13: Adoptar medidas urgentes para combatir el cambio climático y sus efectos – ONU: https://www.un.org/sustainabledevelopment/es/climate-change-2/

Tenemos que ayudar a los países en desarrollo a desarrollarse de un modo saludable para la humanidad.

Esto es difícil. No se trata de enviar dinero, porque la experiencia demuestra que el dinero se desviaría a gente corrupta. Hace falta gente sobre el terreno para comprobar que se hace el trabajo ecológico. Hay que educar a la gente en ecología y darle los medios para que ponga en vigor medidas ecológicas. Para que los países en desarrollo se conviertan en países con bajas emisiones, como los europeos, harían falta 2.400 billones de dólares al año. En la actualidad, las subvenciones a los combustibles fósiles ascienden a 5 billones de dólares anuales. Cambiar a las energías renovables costaría la mitad que mantener los combustibles fósiles. António Guterres criticó el uso de subvenciones en mayo de 2024: “Lo que estamos haciendo es utilizar el dinero de los contribuyentes -nuestro dinero- para fomentar los huracanes, prolongar las sequías, derretir los glaciares, blanquear los corales. En resumen, para destruir el mundo”. (“What we are doing is using taxpayers’ money – which means our money – to boost hurricanes, to spread droughts, to melt glaciers, to bleach corals. In one word – to destroy the world.”)

Los impuestos subvencionan la destrucción del planeta en lugar de salvarlo. Este es uno de los temas que se debatirán en la COP 29 del 11 al 22 de noviembre de 2024.

Money, money, money: Financing plans for the climate transition – i4ce: https://www.i4ce.org/en/publication/financing-transition-multi-scale-challenge-climate/

After Bonn and towards COP 29: the battle on finance and the role of financing plans for the transition – i4ce: https://www.i4ce.org/en/after-bonn-towards-cop29-battle-finance-role-financing-plans-transition-climate/

How do we rein in the fossil fuel industry? Here are eight ideas – The Guardian: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2019/oct/14/how-rein-in-fossil-fuel-industry-eight-ideas

Global Fossil Fuel Subsidies Remain Large: An Update Based on Country-Level Estimates – IMF: https://www.imf.org/en/Publications/WP/Issues/2019/05/02/Global-Fossil-Fuel-Subsidies-Remain-Large-An-Update-Based-on-Country-Level-Estimates-46509

China y Rusia invierten en los países en desarrollo sin ninguna conciencia ecológica. Tenemos que hacer diplomacia con estos países para que opten por la ecología.

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Useful Ecology: https://www.aurianneor.org/useful-ecology/

Fund: https://www.aurianneor.org/fund-selon-le-dernier-rapport-du-fonds-monetaire/

Ecoterrorismo: https://www.aurianneor.org/ecoterrorismo/

Consumption: Dream & Reality: https://www.aurianneor.org/consumption-dream-realitymore-love/

Mes hormones veulent de l’admiration: https://www.aurianneor.org/mes-hormones-veulent-de-ladmiration-je-veux/

Idée lumineuse du siècle: https://www.aurianneor.org/idee-lumineuse-du-siecle-the-light-bulb/

El 1% más rico está en guerra con el resto del mundo: https://www.aurianneor.org/el-1-mas-rico-esta-en-guerra-con-el-resto-del-mundo/

You can’t get enough… Enough!: https://www.aurianneor.org/you-cant-get-enough-enough-the-same-companies/

Idée lumineuse du siècle: https://www.aurianneor.org/idee-lumineuse-du-siecle-the-light-bulb/

Perú, biodiversidad en peligro: https://www.aurianneor.org/peru-biodiversidad-en-peligro/

Juste une question de culture; et de politique…: https://www.aurianneor.org/juste-une-question-de-culture-et-de-politique/

Solar Oven: https://www.aurianneor.org/solar-oven/

Stop au tout-béton: https://www.aurianneor.org/stop-au-tout-beton/

Préserver l’eau: https://www.aurianneor.org/preserver-leau/

¿Se puede comer carne y proteger el medio ambiente al mismo tiempo?: https://www.aurianneor.org/se-puede-comer-carne-y-proteger-el-medio-ambiente-al-mismo-tiempo/

Clean Clothes: https://www.aurianneor.org/clean-clothes-shirt-on-your-back/

Demain – Chapitre 1 – L’Agriculture: https://www.aurianneor.org/demain-chapitre-1-lagriculture-demainlefilm/

Nano Confiance: https://www.aurianneor.org/nano-confiance-affaire-des-oeufs-contamines-les/

Comercio justo y ecológico: https://www.aurianneor.org/comercio-justo-y-ecologico/

Le bio de masse est une impasse: https://www.aurianneor.org/le-bio-de-masse-est-une-impasse/

Tomorrow – Chap 2: L’énergie: https://www.aurianneor.org/tomorrow-chap-2-lenergie-demainlefilm/

40 ans, un risque maîtrisé?: https://www.aurianneor.org/40-ans-un-risque-maitrise-votez-pour-defendre/

La imprecisión artística de los coches ecológicos: https://www.aurianneor.org/la-imprecision-artistica-de-los-coches-ecologicos/

Le transport zéro émission: https://www.aurianneor.org/le-transport-zero-emission/

Transportes públicos gratuitos: https://www.aurianneor.org/transportes-publicos-gratuitos/

Aviones propulsados con hidrógeno: https://www.aurianneor.org/aviones-propulsados-con-hidrogeno/

Healthy Road: https://www.aurianneor.org/healthy-road-etre-en-meilleure-sante-etre-plus-a/

Piste scooter / Moto: https://www.aurianneor.org/piste-scooter-moto-healthy/

Le Paon Scooter: https://www.aurianneor.org/le-paon-scooter-econoniques-par-rapport-a-une/

L’écolo confort, un mode de vie: https://www.aurianneor.org/lecolo-confort-un-mode-de-vie-comment-utiliser/

Crèmes solaires: https://www.aurianneor.org/cremes-solaires-differences-entre-ecran-solaire/

Healthy Bronzage: https://www.aurianneor.org/healthy-bronzage-aller-progressivement-au-soleil/

Healthy Skin: https://www.aurianneor.org/healthy-skin-wikipedia-savon-dalep/

Healthy Hair, consejos de un wookie para el pelo: https://www.aurianneor.org/healthy-hair-consejos-de-un-wookie-para-el-pelo-y-la-barba/

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PRIMA PAGINA Equipe di Oggi giovedì, 13 marzo 2025

[observatoiredumensonge]

La France est malade !

La honte dans ce pays n'a plus aucune limite ! La cause en est l'Islam.

Temps de lecture = 2 minutes L’atmosphère antisémite de ce pays devient irrespirable. Par Marianne Cheremetieff   La France est malade ! La cause est l’Islam ! ll n’y aura pas de France sans les JUIFS ! Mais y-a-t-il un avenir pour les Juifs de France? L’attentat terroriste à La Grande Motte semble encore dire non avec une synagogue en feu. L’atmosphère antisémite de ce pays devient…

[plumedepoete]

L'enfer sur terre ! - Brahim Boumedien

 « Invivable » est le mot Qu’on entend dans la rue Les brûlures de la peau Et tout le corps qui sue   Un air irrespirable Des gens déboussolés Un monde invivable Des régions isolées   Serait-ce l’enfer sur terre L’avenir le dira Terrible atmosphère Qui, espérons, finira   Mais qu’avons-nous donc fait Pour mériter se sort La chaleur nous défait Nous menaçant de mort   Dieu, qui êtes au ciel Ayez pitié de nous Éloignez donc ce fiel Grand destructeur de tout   Brahim. B  

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[sudaca-swag]

nuestros jugadores tienen que jugar a 50° irrespirables haciéndose mierda el cuerpo por un capricho de un país de mierda que piensa que al futbol se juega con un óvalo y con las manos

[rhactividades]

ACTIVIDAD 003: los días libres.

LOCACIÓN: Lautersee, Suiza.

CÓDIGO DE VESTIMENTA: Informal.

FECHA: 7 al 13 de febrero del 2025.

CLIMA: Alrededor de los 8° C.

Un día después del evento del festival de caridad, las familias más influyentes de Lautersee tomaron una decisión que, aunque bien intencionada, no pudo deshacer el nudo de tensión que colgaba sobre la ciudad. En un intento por calmar las aguas revueltas y reducir la creciente incertidumbre, les ofrecieron a sus hijos la oportunidad de salir de Lautersee por unos días. La esperanza era clara: un breve respiro de la ciudad podría ayudar a mitigar el peso de las protestas y la creciente desconfianza que empezaban a rodear a La Sociedad.

Los jóvenes recibieron la opción de regresar a sus antiguas ciudades o, si preferían, disfrutar de unas pequeñas vacaciones en algún rincón apartado, lejos de las miradas curiosas y el constante murmullo de la calle. Pero ni los días de descanso, ni el alejamiento temporal, fueron suficientes para desactivar la tensión que ya había hecho raíces profundas.

Los manifestantes no se disiparon. En lugar de desaparecer, se instalaron con más fuerza, eligiendo el perímetro de las puertas del Raven's Heart Club como su nuevo punto de reunión. Desde allí, su presencia no solo era constante, sino también inquebrantable. A medida que pasaban los días, el ambiente se fue tornando irrespirable, hasta que el Raven's Heart, en un gesto desesperado por protegerse de la presión, tuvo que cerrar sus puertas para todos sus miembros.

Fueron días de completa incertidumbre, donde la ciudad parecía estar a punto de romperse bajo la tensión acumulada. Astor Caldwell, el presidente, seguía sin aparecer. Nadie sabía a ciencia cierta cuál era su paradero, ni si la situación lo había logrado afectar de alguna manera. En su lugar, fue su hijo, Sebastian Caldwell, quien tuvo que enfrentar la presión. En una pequeña rueda de prensa improvisada frente a la sede del Raven's Heart, con los manifestantes observando en el fondo, Sebastián se presentó con la misma postura que su padre, fría y calculadora. Afirmó que estaban trabajando en llegar a un acuerdo con los manifestantes, pero que por ahora, no había nada concreto que pudieran ofrecer. Sus palabras carecían del peso que todos esperaban, y solo incrementaban la sensación de desconcierto.

Mientras la ciudad se desmoronaba bajo la creciente presión de la protesta, un mensaje, como una inesperada tregua, apareció en la aplicación del club. La invitación al evento anual de San Valentín fue enviada. Un respiro, o tal vez una señal de normalidad en medio del caos. Los hijos de los miembros de La Sociedad sabían lo que esto significaba: tendrían que regresar a Lautersee, sin importar cuánto deseaban alejarse de la ciudad y de su creciente inestabilidad.

El regreso fue gradual. Los primeros comenzaron a volver el 5 de febrero, y algunos más tarde el 6 de febrero, todos con el mismo sentimiento: Lautersee no era la misma ciudad de antes.

Los manifestantes seguían desfilando por las calles y el Raven's Heart permanecía cerrado, casi como un símbolo de la crisis de liderazgo que atravesaba La Sociedad. La presencia de Astor seguía ausente, y la otra parte de La Sociedad parecía estar tambaleando bajo la falta de dirección. Los miembros más longevos, aquellos que siempre habían sido el pilar de la organización, también se mantenían al margen, ausentes de la escena.

Con unos días de libertad antes de la fiesta de San Valentín, los futuros herederos se encontraron con una ciudad que había cambiado un tanto bajo el peso de la tensión. Mientras el día del evento se acercaba, la sensación de que algo más estaba por suceder, algo que cambiaría para siempre el rumbo de Lautersee, seguía flotando en el aire. A pesar de los intentos por hacer regresar la normalidad, los ecos del desorden no dejaban de resonar.

INFORMACIÓN OOC.

¡Buenas tardes, cuervos! Les traemos la tercera actividad del grupal, que esperamos que disfruten tanto como nosotras lo hicimos al planearla. Les pedimos que, por favor, lean los siguientes puntos para evitar dudas. Aunque, en caso de que las tengan, nuestro buzón está siempre abierto para responderlas.

Como habrán leído, los miembros de La Sociedad tuvieron la oportunidad de tomar unos días libres de Lautersee, ya sea para regresar a sus ciudades o disfrutar de unas cortas vacaciones. ¡Queda a su elección! También existe la posibilidad de que hayan preferido quedarse en la ciudad y no viajar.

El regreso a Lautersee fue solicitado nuevamente por sus familias entre los días establecidos anteriormente: el 5 y 6 de febrero. Además, todos fueron invitados al festejo de San Valentín, que se llevará a cabo en la próxima actividad.

El desarrollo de esta actividad se llevará a cabo en un lapso de varios días, del 7 al 13 de febrero. Ustedes son libres de decidir en cuál de esas fechas ambientan sus interacciones en esta ocasión.

Tipo de starters: sentence starters y memes. Si desean recibir, deberán darle reblog a las publicaciones que compartiremos por este mismo blog en unos minutos. Cuando quieran dejar de recibir, tendrán la opción de eliminar el reblog de los memes/sentence starters. ¡No ignoren a nadie al enviar!

Duración de la actividad: 10 días, finalizando el 17 de febrero.

¡Son libres de compartir las vestimentas de sus personajes!

Les pedimos, por favor, que vayan habilitando la opción del anónimo en sus buzones. Hoy mismo les haremos llegar el nombre del personaje del que deberán ser su San Valentín Secreto, y les recordamos que la actividad se llevará a cabo a través de mensajes en los buzones de forma anónima.

¡Gracias por leer, que se diviertan!

[versosdisonantes]

Nauseabundo Desdeñoso.

Si me vieras, si supieras, que soy lugar inhabitable desde tu paso por aquí. Me he vuelto terreno fangoso y seco a la vez, árido y repulsivo, me han crecido miedos como espinos y maleza que se extiende asfixiando toda credulidad. Soy como una quebrada con deslizamientos frecuentes, se me caen las lágrimas, se me desprenden las memorias y el riesgo de avalancha es siempre inminente, las condiciones que se dan en mi interior son inhóspitas, me rodea lo inseguro, soy material fatigado, me derrumbo con cada complejo, la desconfianza me ha vuelto un ambiente irrespirable, tan contaminado que puedo ser perjudicial para quien se inmerce en la selva mefítica y agreste que me cubre. Llevo un Chernóbil en el corazón desde que derramaste tu mierda sobre mí, solo brotan dudas sobre este suelo erosionado en donde sembraste mentiras y sigo cosechando sus frutos, un campo minado de pensamientos intrusivos que sabotean mi psiquis. Mi ecosistema es inestable, de lluvia ácida, de mal pensar, de flora envenenada, de fauna intoxicada de rabia, de emociones serpientes, de sentimientos que tratan de sostenerse entre medio de ortigas y hiedra venenosa, soy un predio inerte, dónde las sospechas son una bandada de cuervos al asecho, dejaste tus huellas, y en cada una brota la amargura, la frustración es una enredadera cubriendo mis sueños. Soy una zona de desastres, de aluviones que arrasan con las risas, de inundaciones donde la razón no sabe nadar, de desbordes impredecibles de angustias y ansiedad. Hay un humedal en mi mirada, en la que no se puede cimentar otra visión que la de un tipo impotente y fracasado, mi juicio es un pantanal de escepticismo, mis afectos arenas movedizas, un lugar azotado por las inclemencias del tiempo a tu lado, un sitio eriazo donde coexisten culpas y una jauría de reproches, geografía repleta de accidentes, desierto de ruinas por oasis y grietas por heridas, terreno insalubre y desolado. Yacen los restos putrefactos del que fui en el sitio eriazo en el que me he convertido, a veces florecen remordimientos en su lugar, para que no vuelva a creer, a veces un rayo de sol le saca un suspiro. Me talaste las ganas, deforestaste el bosque verde de toda certidumbre, secaste el amor que a raudales brotaba de lo que ahora es una roca en mi pecho. Cadáveres de lo que alguna vez fue valentía y voluntad, se pasean sobre esta tierra muerta que anida aversión y repudio, plagada de residuos que sirven de abono para mi mente insana, cementerio de anhelos, devoción y ternura, ríos subterráneos de agua salada son mis venas, nutren el vertedero de mi propia valía en descomposición. Gracias por tanto. -Bitácora de lo absurdo. -Textos para degustar y escupir.

[lisaalmeida]

« Le soleil veut obstinément te sourire sur cette page: j'ai beau pousser ma table, changer le jeu des volets, une tache de lumière me poursuit, qui se mêle à ces mots; en elle vient se condenser la fièvre heureuse du vent. L'été veut durer longtemps encore; les feux d'herbes sur le bord du chemin que je suivis ce matin n'avaient pas goût d'automne; l'air humide eût dilué leurs fumées, mais opaques, presque irrespirables, elles pesaient dans le beau temps.»

- Mireille Sorgue, Extrait de Lettres à l'Amant

[hedda-o]

envía #SILLONES para que nuestros personajes se encuentren en el LOBBY LOUNGE / @benjard

El murmullo de los invitados flotaba como una bruma densa en el lobby, pero para Hedda todo sonaba amortiguado, lejano. Como si el peso de su rabia hubiera distorsionado el aire a su alrededor, encapsulándola en un espacio donde solo existía la traición que acababa de asfixiarla. La luz de las lámparas se reflejaba en los suelos de mármol, en los cócteles abandonados en bandejas de plata, en el brillo engañoso de su vestido que danzaba con cada movimiento suyo, un reflejo cruel de la imagen que Benjamín había decidido exponer sin su permiso. Se sentía desnuda. Vulnerable de una manera que nunca había permitido, y todo porque él, su hermano, había decidido hablar. "no puedo creer que lo hicieras" su voz salió baja, como si el enfado le quemara las cuerdas vocales al intentar escapar. Se giró lentamente, el hielo en su mirada desafiando la tormenta que azotaba afuera. Su hermano estaba allí, de pie, con la misma expresión fatigada que siempre llevaba, como si el mundo entero pesara sobre sus hombros y nadie más pudiera comprenderlo. Pero Hedda no sentía compasión, no esta vez. No cuando él la había condenado a la mirada inquisitiva de todos esos buitres vestidos de gala. "yo hice mi elección, elegí qué exponer. ¿pero tú? tú decidiste por los dos. Decidiste que mi vergüenza no era suficiente, que el espectáculo tenía que ser aún más grande." avanzó un paso, sus tacones resonando sobre el mármol, sus dedos crispándose contra la tela de su vestido. Sus ojos ardían, pero no iba a llorar. No por esto. No por él. "¿y qué hay de ti, Benjamín? ¿eso era lo que querías? ¿qué el mundo entero supiera que la música no es lo único que corre por tus venas? qué la próxima sea una dosis más fuerte así dejas de ser un maldito estorbo" el silencio entre ellos era más opresivo que el murmullo del salón, más implacable que el invierno en el exterior. "no fue tu derecho" su voz tembló, pero no por debilidad. Fue el temblor de un océano agitado, de un corazón latiendo con demasiada fuerza "no fue tu maldito derecho" el aire a su alrededor se sentía irrespirable. No podía estar allí, no con él. No con la sensación de que la tormenta afuera no era nada comparada con la que rugía dentro de ella. "¡y no vuelvas a hablarme nunca más! para mí estás muerto" su ira crepitó en su interior como un incendio descontrolado, y antes de poder contenerse, tomó la copa más cercana de una de las bandejas y la lanzó cerca de él. El cristal estalló en una lluvia de esquirlas sobre el mármol brillante, como estrellas cayendo de golpe, como el eco brutal de su furia contenida. Los murmullos se apagaron por un instante, pero a Hedda no le importaba.

[prin-does-art]

Hi again, so the second chapter! I hope y'all like this fluff. I gave my best on this chapter, however this is my first fic and english is not my first language, so apologies if anything sounds confusing, and please let me know in the comments. Again, any spanish spoken will be translated in the end, so don't worry ;)

Title: One And The Opposite

Rating: Teens and Up (swearing, mentions of sex)

Summary: After filling the shoes of his alternate self in a parallel universe, Miguel O'Hara swiftly discovers that embodying a different version of himself is far more challenging than he initially anticipated. As he juggles with the complexities of family dynamics, with a wife and daughter who both expect him to be the man they remember, he tries to stay afloat, grappling with the pros and cons of navigating two lives simultaneously.

OR

A domestic Miguel trying his best.

Chapter 2: Sweet reunion

"Gordo, eres tú? Ya llegué!" he hears a voice shout from down the hallway, as the door slams shut, followed by the loud noise of keys rattling and plastic bags crinkling.

Miguel turns around to look at her for the first time, and it's nothing like he thought it would be, to say the least. He imagines it’s like if he were living life immersed in tiger illustrations, and then got to see the real thing for the very first time. It feels like he’s standing in the presence of a real tiger, with its raw power, the rhythmic pulse of its fur, and the untamed wilderness echoing in its eyes. His breath catches as he steps back to really look at her in awe.

Moving through the kitchen in a busy sway, she goes about putting the groceries away, all the while speaking almost too fast to understand like every Spanish speaker ever. It’s as if she hasn't even spotted him there yet — so comfortable with his presence. 

"... Tu hermano no deja de llamarme, deberías ver qué quiere. Ah, y el 'forecast' del tiempo dice que el aire será irrespirable por unas horas, así que recuerda cuando te dirijas a... estas bien?" She asks, getting on the tips of her toes to give him a kiss.

As much as he tries not to, Miguel is startled by the sudden contact, and it must show on his face because she notices too.

"Que te pasa, mi amor?" She asks, a look of confusion in her face that makes her look even more beautiful.

"I uh... I... Just got robbed." He blurts out. 

Even after a day of practicing his Spanish accent, English still instinctively surfaces as his immediate response — it's become much more natural than his native language at this point. The perplexity in her eyes immediately turns into worry as she puts a hand on his face and examines him up and down.

"Are you ok? Did they hurt you!?" She thankfully also speaks English, although with a slight accent that Miguel can’t quite figure out where it’s from. 

"No, no, yo estoy bien. I'm fine just... A little shaken. He had a gun." He answers, gently holding her hand back.

She stares at him, a twinge of shock coloring her features, then looks down at his hand. He gets worried for a second that even though his talons are concealed, something else might be giving him away. Something he doesn’t know about. He can't help the way his heart must be beating a mile a minute, threatening to jump out of his chest.

"Well, you're safe now, okay? Don't worry about it too much." The way she casually utters it confirms for him that this sort of thing happens frequently here. She only smiles sympathetically at him, not even asking what they took — if anything.

He sighs in relief as she says that, and smiles back, taking the chance to get a good look at her face. 

Brown eyes like his, a few moles here and there. Worry lines between her brows that paint a picture of a woman who hasn't had everything handed to her, or the easiest life. He can't help but think he chose well. 

"Listen, I can go pick up Briella, you stay here and I'll-" she says, swiftly turning around to grab her keys.

"No, no, it's okay, I can do it. It's fine." He quickly insists, knowing he has to use every opportunity to get to know his family, and his alternate version better. 

"Okay. Pero ten cuidado mi amor." She warns, placing another kiss on his lips.

*

He gets there early, watching from his car as some parents start making their way towards the entrance. While he contemplates waiting inside the front office — an idea that might be a bit excessive, though it would allow him to catch an earlier glimpse of Gabriella — staying in the car seems neglectful at best. So he settles on waiting near the front of the school until the bell rings.

When it finally does, a crowd of kids emerges from the building, and with them a cacophony of screams and voices as he nervously shifts his weight around, willing himself to stay calm while trying to spot his daughter in the crowd.

“¿Apá?” She asks, right next to him . Miguel looks down at her, startled. 

He must have been so distracted looking through hundreds of faces, that he didn’t even notice her coming up to him. It doesn’t help that she’s tiny, barely reaching past his hips, and the school uniform makes her blend right in with the navy blue crowd.

“Oh hi there! You scared me!” He tells her with a laugh, trying to play it off.

Gabriella blinks at him. “You didn’t wait in the car this time.” 

Uh oh. Is that bad? Maybe she was embarrassed of leaving with her father, maybe the kids would make fun of her for it now. He quickly scans the surroundings, seeing not that many kids leaving with their parents.

“Uh… Right. Well, I wanted to walk with you, if that’s ok…” He explains, fighting the urge to lean down so she doesn’t feel as small to him.

Thankfully she just shrugs, and turns to leave after he offers to carry her backpack for her. They start walking in silence, with Miguel more afraid of being found out than he was earlier, with her mother.

It’s silly, really: She’s a child, barely nine years old. However, his mind keeps racing trying to figure out what to say, what to ask that’s not going to give him away immediately, while at the same time reassuring himself that it’s okay, that she doesn’t know yet.

“So… How was school?” He asks, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“It was alright.” She answers dryly, staring at the floor as she walks.

“Soo was it alright as in boring, or…?” He risks the question, wanting to know more about her day.

She seems pensive for a moment, considering him. “It’s just that the boys keep making fun of me and Isa again. Even Sam joined in, and he doesn't even play soccer!” She frowns, continuing. “They keep saying we’re never gonna play like Messi Jr because we’re girls.” 

He can feel his fists closing into tight balls when she says that. He knows first hand just how insufferable boys her age could get, especially dealing with Kron and all the hell he’d put him through at school, but he also knows that when it comes to girls they act ten times worse. 

So even though he has no idea who ‘Messi Jr’ is, he figures instead of speaking out of anger and cursing the hell out of these boys, he should at least try and help her with her insecurities instead. 

“Why are you worried about being exactly like Messi Jr when you can be so much better than him?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

She keeps silent for a moment, seeming hesitant. “Really? You think so?” 

“Of course I do! You’re great!” He answers honestly. 

Miguel remembers watching her play a little fútbol prior to coming here. He had been surprised to find out how good she played for her age before…  

Suddenly, he’s almost overwhelmed by the thought of what would have happened to her had he not been here. He has a vision of this lovely little girl he just met being thrusted into a childhood filled with grief. 

No paternal figure there for her. A perpetual sadness that got particularly worse on every father’s day, an endless list of things he would never get to teach her. A constant wondering of what it could have been, what would have been like to have him there. 

He can’t help but feel glad that he could take his place. That he could be there for her in this way and fill this void. It’s an impossible responsibility, yet one he’s happy to take nonetheless. 

Shaking his thoughts away, he continues. “And besides, it’s like you said, right? What does Sam know about soccer, he doesn’t even play! Also, there are some great women players around the world too.” He smiles with a sudden enjoyment, excited to play this role the best way he knew how to.

Gabriella looks like she notices his thrilled state, eyeing him sideways with a curious look. “I know, I know. It’s just that it annoys me, you know?” she says, back to looking pensive. 

“Yeah, that’s… True. And the more it annoys you, the more they do it…” He admits, more to himself than her.

Miguel didn’t want to be a walking cliché. He didn’t have much advice to give her, besides things he really wanted to say but couldn’t. Like: She’s a lovely little girl, that he’s glad to be here for her and she’s actually so much more than he ever imagined, that she could be anything she put her mind to, and already he couldn't think of a single thing he wouldn’t do if she asked him to. No, that would be too much in too little time. Instead, he had to go with what was appropriate.

“You know, you’re gonna find people like that everywhere you go. I have people I don’t like at work, too. The thing is how you deal with them. But don't worry, you’ll learn that with time. it’s not like there’s a recipe for it, you know?” He tells her.

She keeps quiet for a moment, listening to him. Was that also too much?

But then she just nods in understanding as he opens the door of the car for her to get in.

*

“Not again, Gabriella. Again!?”

“¿Qué?” Gabriella asks, rubbing her feet on a rug by the entrance of the apartment when the both of them come in.

“¿Cuántas veces te he dicho para no jugar fútbol con el uniforme? ¡Mírate! ¡Estás cubierta de pasto!” María raises her voice, pointing to her daughter's legs.

“But mooom! It was just a quick cascarita! And I’m not even that dirty!” Gabriella insists, gesturing towards her white socks, which funny enough are covered in green and brown spots, especially by the knees.

“¿A quién estás llamando 'mooom'? Anda, take it off and give it here.” She orders after letting out a breath. 

“Sí mamá.” Says Briella, pouting and dragging her feet to her room, looking annoyed.

Miguel also drags his feet by the threshold, setting his keys on a hook next to the door. He takes off his boots, eyeing the three pairs of slippers nearby. Hesitantly, he puts one of them on, the irony in the mundane gesture settling heavy in his chest, the weight of deception tugging annoyingly at his conscience.

Since he’s already taken a quick look around the place before she arrived from work, he gets to inspect things a little closer this time around.

The entryway is adorned with sleek porcelain tiles that extend seamlessly into the living space. A smart home system panel mounted on the wall offers control over lighting, temperature, and security, right next to the hook where he hung his keys. To the side, there’s a wall-mounted shelf holding a curated display of art and what looks to be some personal mementos. 

A water bill sits on top of it, the sight striking an odd chord — in a time where holographic displays and digital transactions were the norm, a paper bill practically seems like a relic from another time — but also allowing him to find out her full name, which he immediately commits to memory.

“I think she thinks the socks make her look more like a professional player.” María tells him a while later, while slicing some meat by the sink. “We should buy her a pair of those so she stops ruining her uniform.” 

He nods in agreement, putting a plate down as he lets the reality sink in, that this is really happening. This is his life now. 

He’s married, he has a beautiful wife, and he’s also father to a beautiful little girl. And he couldn't be happier. Couldn’t have asked for anything else in life. 

It’s like he just woke up from a bad dream, straight into the life he’s always wanted to live.

Like he’s exactly where he belongs. 

So he helps María with the food. Luckily, he must be incompetent at the kitchen in every universe, because her instructions are extremely detailed, as they prepare carne a la tampiqueña for three.

María yells for Gabriella to come, and they all eat in silence after joining hands around the table for a quick, silent prayer. 

*

Later, María is washing the socks while he cleans the table, and Maná plays in the background. She grooves with the rhythm, singing and humming now and then, completely oblivious to it all.

Objectively, he knows that he’s hiding a lot from her, but his heart can’t help but ache a little at how she’s not intimidated at all by his presence, in fact, she’s used to it. For once, he doesn’t feel like a freak or a monster the way he inadvertently does among the other spiders. 

She spots him there, lost in thought as he finishes up, and says “I heard they’re reconstructing his larynx.” 

“What?” He’s pulled from his thoughts by the weird phrase.

“Maná. The vocalist, I heard they’re reconstructing his larynx to help the A.I replicate his voice better. Can you believe that!?” She explains “That’s why I’m listening to their original songs, I heard it on the news today.”

He blinks slowly, trying to figure out if he’s supposed to be used to things like these. “That’s… Crazy, honestly.”

“Right? I mean, the fact that we aren’t able to tell the difference for most artists nowadays is already pretty insane to me, and now they’re reconstructing the larynx of a dead guy to make a robot replicate his voice better? Come on now!” She remarks, turning back to look at him.

“I know, it’s so wild to think about.” He says, taking the chance to look around the room. 

Sleek countertops adorned in marble, bearing the scars of a few culinary adventures that her and his alternate self probably didn’t have the time to clean yet; Rectangular windows above the kitchen sink, lined with cheap plastic containers labeled “basil”, “rosemary” and a few other herbs, bringing a nice green contrast to the brushed metal accents; A smart fridge on the corner, adorned with Gabriella’s drawings held by magnets all throughout it. Some things never change.

He approaches the fridge, taking one of the drawings to inspect it closer. It’s a crudely drawn version of him… His alternate self, with exaggerated triangular shoulders and, most tellingly, what looks like a phone buzzing in his hand.

María seems to notice his curiosity, approaching to look at the drawing too.

“Listen I know, you must be still a little shaken from… Before,” She tells him carefully “Just… Try not to think too much about it, okay? You’re here, you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”

He puts the drawing back as she places a cold hand on his face again, gently willing him to meet her eyes. 

“I know, I know. It’s just… I was afraid for a second, that’s all.” He says, sincere in his words but not the real meaning behind them.

“And that’s okay. I’m here.” She assures him, pulling him by the arm gently.

The low hum of the city outside is a distant lullaby as they settle into the living room.

She takes a bottle from on top of a cabinet, wordlessly pouring two cups. He takes a sip, letting the burning soothe his nerves.

"I didn’t think I'd make it back." He lies, gaze lingering on the symmetrical floor panels.

Her hand finds his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You did, and you're here now."

“Yeah… I am.” An inward glow softing his expression, the sensation of a smile blooming from deep within as he stares into her eyes.

As the night unfolds, the room is filled with shared glances and unspoken understanding. María lays her head on his shoulder, caressing him. 

And he can’t help but think that this could work. 

This could really work.

*

When they go to bed, after making sure Briella did her homework and wishing her goodnight of course, María takes off her bra in front of him, and slips on a loose nightgown.

He hates that for so many things that he had considered before coming here, this hadn’t even crossed his mind at all. Hesitantly, he pulls off his own clothes, not able to help how flushed red his face must be. 

Thankfully, María doesn’t seem to notice this, as she’s busy settling into bed and pulling the sheets towards herself. He sits besides her underneath them, awkwardly stiff, and she pulls him into a sideways hug, humming quietly. 

"You seem so different today." She observes, fingers lightly tracing circles on the sheets next to him.

He freezes, eyes widening but trying not to look at her.

"Yeah… It's been a long day.” He says, clearing his throat. “I'm just tired, that’s all. Besides, I gotta wake up early tomorrow. You know how it is, work.” He explains, thinking it’s a good enough excuse.

She turns to fully look at him, blinking in amusement. “It’s friday. Did you forget?” 

He closes his eyes. Fuck.

“Yeah, yeah, right. I meant workout, you know? Gym? I just need some rest.” He corrects, pulling away from her a little and cursing himself inwardly for talking so much.

She seems to get the message, recoiling as well.

“You and your Gym. Should at least try eating those packed proteins just like everyone else.” She tells him, turning her back to him, reaching for the light switch on her side of the bed and then finally lying back down.

"Well, you know how I am," He says, turning off his side of the bed lamp as well but still remaining upright. She hums in agreement.

“Goodnight?” He asks, reluctantly.

“Goodnight.” She replies, sounding already half asleep.

*

"Gordo, eres tú? Ya llegué!” = Fatty is that you? I’ve arrived! 

(Keep in mind that ‘gordo’ is a wholesome way to call someone in spanish, and doesn’t mean she actually thinks he’s fat nor that she is body shaming Miguel).

"... Tu hermano no deja de llamarme, deberías ver qué quiere. Ah, y el 'forecast' del tiempo dice que el aire será irrespirable por unas horas, así que recuerda cuando te dirijas a… estas bien?”

=

“... Your brother won’t stop calling me, you should see what he wants. Ah, and the weather forecast says the air will be unbreathable for a few hours, so remember that when you’re heading to… Are you ok?”

"Que te pasa, mi amor?” = “What’s up with you, my love?”

“Estoy bien” = “I’m fine”

"Okay. Pero ten cuidado mi amor.” = “Okay, but be careful my love.”

“¿Apá?” = “Dad?”

“¿Qué?” = “What?”

“¿Cuántas veces te he dicho para no jugar fútbol con el uniforme? ¡Mírate! ¡Estás cubierta de pasto!” = “How many times have I told you to not play soccer with your uniform? Look at you! You’re covered in grass!”

Cascarita = an informal, purely friendly soccer match in Mexico. The equivalent for a ‘pelada’ in Brazilian Portuguese, although if you search for the term, make sure to include the word ‘futebol’ after it, as ‘pelada’ on its own simply means ‘naked’ haha

“¿A quién estás llamando 'mooom'? Anda [...]” = “Who are you calling ‘mooom’? Come on [...]”

“Sí mamá.” = “yes mom.” 

Carne a la tampiqueña = a traditional mexican meat dish

Lyla, play Mi religión by Maná :) Also you can read it on ao3

[ferrolterrawargames]

WARHAMMER 40K

La colmena Secundus-DXL se tambalea.

Lo que empezó como escaramuzas ha estallado en guerra abierta. El Culto ha emergido con toda su furia: aberraciones desatadas, hordas fanatizadas y mutantes deformes que canalizan energía psíquica con cada aullido. Bajo la superficie, los ritos de disformidad ya no se ocultan. La Ascensión ha comenzado.

En respuesta, los Ángeles Oscuros han desplegado una fuerza completa. No solo exterminadores del Ala de la Muerte y bibliotecarios de mirada acerada… sino también escuadras blindadas, cañones de plasma y máquinas sagradas. Ya no buscan contener. Buscan arrasar.

Ambos bandos saben que esta batalla decidirá el destino del sector.

Mientras el aire se vuelve irrespirable y las luces parpadean con presagios oscuros, el Magus alza su báculo con un murmullo de disformidad, y el Capitán de los Ángeles Oscuros activa su casco de combate en silencio.

Nadie saldrá ileso.

[aurianneor]

Ecologie efficace

Nous entendons de nombreuses mesures pour l’écologie.

Il faut acheter des produits d’entretiens écologiques, isoler thermiquement les maisons, changer les chaudières et avoir un puit canadien, acheter moins de plastique, rouler dans des voitures écologiques, limiter sa vitesse sur les routes, limiter la consommation d’eau quand on se douche ou quand on utilise la chasse d’eau, limiter la consommation de béton, avoir un compost dans son jardin, limiter sa consommation de viande, utiliser du savon d’Alep et limiter sa consommation de crèmes solaires, utiliser un four solaire, investir dans de l’énergie écologique (éoliennes, panneaux photovoltaïques, usines hydroélectriques), acheter de la seconde main. Le prix de l’électricité, du pétrole et de l’alimentation s’envolent sous prétexte d’écologie.

Les mines, l'extraction du lithium, les déchets liés aux centrales nucléaires, les grosses usines, la construction, le pétrole, l'agriculture intensive (pollution des sols, consommation exhorbitante d'eau). Les multinationales polluent bien d'avantage que les particuliers et ne subissent aucune mesure écologique pour limiter ces pollutions. Les plus riches, avec les multinationales notamment, sont responsables des plus gros écocides dans le monde: ils détruisent les forêts dont la forêt amazonienne, polluent les rivières, détruisent les fonds marins, imposent des conditions telles aux agriculteurs qu’ils détruisent les terres, qui, à force de produits chimiques, risquent fort de devenir stériles, et maltraitent les animaux. De plus, les produits chimiques comme les pesticides causent l’extinction d’espèces entières d’animaux. Ils devraient être jugés internationalement, et pas selon les lois dont ils décident dans les pays.

Certaines comme l’agriculture ou la construction sont même subventionnées. D’autres reçoivent même la légion d’honneur (par exemple Total).

Revealed: the 20 firms behind a third of all carbon emissions – The Guardian: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2019/oct/09/revealed-20-firms-third-carbon-emissions

90% de la pollution industrielle vient du fait de fabriquer des choses: un logement, un véhicule ou des vêtements. L’obsolescence, le changement des normes qui force les gens à s’équiper ou l’usage de la consommation comme objet de statut social sont très néfastes.

How Buying Stuff Drives Climate Change – Columbia University – Columbia Climate School: https://news.climate.columbia.edu/2020/12/16/buying-stuff-drives-climate-change/

Les mesures citées au début sont bien utiles pour préserver l’environnement et limiter la consommation mais ce sont de mesurettes comparées aux mesures qui devraient être prises à l’échelle mondiale.

How companies blame you for climate change – BBC: https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20220504-why-the-wrong-people-are-blamed-for-climate-change

Mais le gros de la pollution est encore à venir. Les pays en voie de développement veulent des usines, de l’énergie, des voitures et de la viande. Si on ne les aide pas, cela va se faire avec des usines à charbon très polluantes, du pétrole et de l’agriculture intensive (effectuée parfois dans des déserts, ce qui pompe toute l’eau dont la population a besoin). Il faut voir l’écologie à l’échelle mondiale et ne pas prendre des mesures que dans les pays développés sans quoi la couche d’ozone va en pâtir et l’air va devenir irrespirable.

“Si rien n’est fait, les changements climatiques entraîneront une augmentation de la température moyenne de la planète de plus de 3 °c et auront des effets néfastes sur tous les écosystèmes. Nous sommes déjà témoins de la façon dont les changements climatiques peuvent exacerber les tempêtes et les catastrophes, ainsi que les menaces telles que la pénurie de nourriture et d’eau, qui peuvent être source de conflits. L’inaction finira par nous coûter beaucoup plus cher que si nous agissons maintenant.” Objectif 13 : Prendre d’urgence des mesures pour lutter contre les changements climatiques et leurs répercussions – ONU: https://www.un.org/sustainabledevelopment/fr/climate-change-2/

Il faut aider les pays en voie de développement pour qu’ils se développent de manière saine pour l’humanité.

Cela est difficile. Il ne s’agit pas d’envoyer de l’argent car l’expérience montre que l’argent serait détourné au profit de personnes corrompues. Il faut du monde sur place pour vérifier que les travaux en faveur de l’écologie sont effectués. Il faut éduquer les populations à l’écologie et leur donner les moyens de mettre des mesures en place. Pour que les pays en développement deviennent des pays à faible émission comme les pays d’Europe, il faudrait 2 400 milliards de dollars par an. Actuellement, les subventions aux énergies fossiles totalisent 5 000 milliards de dollars par an. Cela coûterait deux fois moins de passer aux énergies renouvelables que de maintenir les énergies fossiles. António Guterres, a attaqué l’utilisation des subventions en mai 2024, déclarant : "Ce que nous faisons, c'est utiliser l'argent des contribuables - c'est-à-dire notre argent - pour favoriser les ouragans, étendre les sécheresses, faire fondre les glaciers, blanchir les coraux. En un mot, pour détruire le monde". ("What we are doing is using taxpayers’ money – which means our money – to boost hurricanes, to spread droughts, to melt glaciers, to bleach corals. In one word – to destroy the world.”) Les impôts subventionnent la destruction de la planète au lieu de la sauver. C'est un des sujets qui sera discuté à la COP 29 du 11 au 22 novembre 2024.

Money, money, money: Financing plans for the climate transition – i4ce: https://www.i4ce.org/en/publication/financing-transition-multi-scale-challenge-climate/

After Bonn and towards COP 29: the battle on finance and the role of financing plans for the transition – i4ce: https://www.i4ce.org/en/after-bonn-towards-cop29-battle-finance-role-financing-plans-transition-climate/

How do we rein in the fossil fuel industry? Here are eight ideas – The Guardian: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2019/oct/14/how-rein-in-fossil-fuel-industry-eight-ideas

Global Fossil Fuel Subsidies Remain Large: An Update Based on Country-Level Estimates – IMF: https://www.imf.org/en/Publications/WP/Issues/2019/05/02/Global-Fossil-Fuel-Subsidies-Remain-Large-An-Update-Based-on-Country-Level-Estimates-46509

La Chine et la Russie investissent dans les pays en voie de développement sans aucune conscience écologique. Il faut faire de la diplomatie envers ces pays pour qu’ils intègrent l’écologie.

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Eficiencia ecológica: https://www.aurianneor.org/eficiencia-ecologica/

Useful Ecology: https://www.aurianneor.org/useful-ecology/

Fund: https://www.aurianneor.org/fund-selon-le-dernier-rapport-du-fonds-monetaire/

L’écoterrorisme: https://www.aurianneor.org/lecoterrorisme/

Consumption: Dream & Reality: https://www.aurianneor.org/consumption-dream-realitymore-love/

Mes hormones veulent de l’admiration: https://www.aurianneor.org/mes-hormones-veulent-de-ladmiration-je-veux/

Idée lumineuse du siècle: https://www.aurianneor.org/idee-lumineuse-du-siecle-the-light-bulb/

Les 1% les plus riches sont en guerre contre le reste du monde: https://www.aurianneor.org/les-1-les-plus-riches-sont-en-guerre-contre-le-reste/

You can’t get enough… Enough!: https://www.aurianneor.org/you-cant-get-enough-enough-the-same-companies/

Idée lumineuse du siècle: https://www.aurianneor.org/idee-lumineuse-du-siecle-the-light-bulb/

Le Pérou, la biodiversité en danger: https://www.aurianneor.org/le-perou-la-biodiversite-en-danger/

Juste une question de culture; et de politique…: https://www.aurianneor.org/juste-une-question-de-culture-et-de-politique/

Solar Oven: https://www.aurianneor.org/solar-oven/

Stop au tout-béton: https://www.aurianneor.org/stop-au-tout-beton/

Préserver l’eau: https://www.aurianneor.org/preserver-leau/

Viande et environnement, est-ce possible?: https://www.aurianneor.org/viande-et-environnement-est-ce-possible-non-si/

Clean Clothes: https://www.aurianneor.org/clean-clothes-shirt-on-your-back/

Demain – Chapitre 1 – L’Agriculture: https://www.aurianneor.org/demain-chapitre-1-lagriculture-demainlefilm/

Nano Confiance: https://www.aurianneor.org/nano-confiance-affaire-des-oeufs-contamines-les/

Commerce équitable et bio: https://www.aurianneor.org/commerce-equitable-et-bio/

Tomorrow – Chap 2: L’énergie: https://www.aurianneor.org/tomorrow-chap-2-lenergie-demainlefilm/

40 ans, un risque maîtrisé?: https://www.aurianneor.org/40-ans-un-risque-maitrise-votez-pour-defendre/

Le flou artistique des voitures écologiques: https://www.aurianneor.org/le-flou-artistique-des-voitures-ecologiques-i/

Le transport zéro émission: https://www.aurianneor.org/le-transport-zero-emission/

Les transports en commun gratuits: https://www.aurianneor.org/wp-admin/post.php?post=7022&action=edit

L’avion à l’hydrogène: https://www.aurianneor.org/lavion-a-lhydrogene/

Healthy Road: https://www.aurianneor.org/healthy-road-etre-en-meilleure-sante-etre-plus-a/

Piste scooter / Moto: https://www.aurianneor.org/piste-scooter-moto-healthy/

Le Paon Scooter: https://www.aurianneor.org/le-paon-scooter-econoniques-par-rapport-a-une/

L’écolo confort, un mode de vie: https://www.aurianneor.org/lecolo-confort-un-mode-de-vie-comment-utiliser/

Crèmes solaires: https://www.aurianneor.org/cremes-solaires-differences-entre-ecran-solaire/

Healthy Bronzage: https://www.aurianneor.org/healthy-bronzage-aller-progressivement-au-soleil/

Healthy Skin: https://www.aurianneor.org/healthy-skin-wikipedia-savon-dalep/

Healthy Hair, Les conseils d’une Wookie pour cheveux: https://www.aurianneor.org/healthy-hair-les-conseils-dune-wookie-pour/

[jartita-me-teneis]

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[ectojyunk]

For that ask game - how does Hydaelyn feel about Aro? Like... Venat met this guy once for a few days in the past and decided to hang everything on him being her hero. And then Hydaelyn actually finally gets to that point, and maybe he's not what she actually expected, or something. You know?

Venat reveals herself one last time as a hazy projection during Aro's sojourn in Garlemald. Emet-Selch is not the only one with memories about Azem's past. (Snippet below)

"And… have fun on your hunt."

Aro froze in place and turned back to face the figure of Venat. The wind howled outside the crumbling cabin- a snowstorm was coming. But never mind that, why would she say such a thing?

"What do mean by 'my hunt'?"

The Lady of Light tilted her head questioningly, "Is that not what the game is called? Between you and the Prince?"

Aro furrowed his brows, it wasn't surprising that Hydaelyn knew a lot about him and the world… but something about her words and the way she said them didn't feel right with him.

"I think you are mistaken. It is not a game I partake in- not anymore, anyway," he said with his voice becoming low near the end.

"It is not?" Venat put a hand to her chin, closing her eyes in thought, "That is… surprising."

After an moment which seemed like a year to Aro, she spoke up again. "It is a shame then, that you will not take joy in the challenge I set up for you. But do not worry, the aether I imbued in that child will return to me when you strike him down. And I will usher his soul to the Sea as gently as I did with the others."

The wind, the creaking of the walls and floorboard of the cabin seemed to stop for Aro. It was if time stood still when he understood what Venat was talking about.

"Y-you… made him like that?" he asked, his voice quivering for the first time in years.

"No. He was to be a vessel for the light, like Minfillia was," Hydaelyn turned her gaze towards the window, watching the first bits of snow fall outside, "Alas, Emet-Selch noticed my involvement and my plan was stopped short before I could fully establish a connection between him and the Mothercrystal…"

Aro felt a dark pit in his stomach forming, something was deeply wrong. Yes, Hydaelyn's words made sense, but if what she said was true… if her hold on Zenos had failed, what was the "challenge" all about?

"It worked out in the end," Venat turned back to Aro, "He has provided you a suitable challenge. Ones you oh so love to solve… Or you did, as I knew you… as did your many incarnations on this world. This… is the first time you seem dissatisfied with my work. I fear that maybe, I do not know your heart any longer."

A dark and irrespirable feeling clawed at Aro; his mind pleaded him to run and stop questioning Venat. He didn't want to hear her any longer. But he had to. He had to.

As if she read his mind, she took a step forward and ever so slightly leaned down, "If you do not wish for it is this lifetime my child, I will stop my gifts for now, or indefinitely, if that is the course your soul takes." She seemed… sad. "But it is a shame. For I cannot take my biggest gift back. This world. It was to save our people, yes… But it was also my gift to you."

Aro slumped forward and put a hand on the beam next to him to steady himself- it let out a silent crack drowned out by the raging storm outside. "What on earth are you saying… That this world, the entire Star, was a gift from you? For what? You thought I'd- that Azem would want…"

Venat straightened, her voice taking on a more neutral tone, "I realize that you sympathize with Emet-Selch's views and world. Our old world. But the you I knew, the you that I have seen reborn over millenia had one strong desire. I never would've imagined you straying from that desire…"

"What desire!?" Aro spat. "What desire could I have possibly had to warrant such a wretched gift!"

The howling got louder, the storm almost felt like it would tear the house and everything in it into shreds. Neither of the occupants cared.

"Why, it is the desire to serve your Seat. The seat of Azem. I have ever guided you to fulfill that role," Venat circled around the shaking room, her words somehow overtaking the screams of the wind, "And what better gift could I give you as a mentor, than a world of suffering, of mire, of plague, of war and countless problems… all for you to solve. A never-ending journey for my most diligent and beloved pupil."

Her smile. It was sickening.

"You. You're not. You're not Venat. You are but- It. Hydaelyn— You have become this. You must have. A primal- as a primal you… you took her wishes and. Like all over other primals…" Aro stammered, the mess of babbling words did not reach Hydaelyn, whether because of the storm or that she simply ignored him, he did not know.

"The Seat of Azem became less and less active over the course of our history, for it was our duty to teach our people how to solve their problems on their lonesome. Hypnos came to realize that one day, our Seat would not be needed. Oh… I could tell how sad you felt when you shared the news with me, despite saying how happy you were for our people-"

"Stop talking. Stop. Stop!"

Aro put his hands over his ears as they folded against his head. He went low on his knees, seeking to almost disappear from existence somehow.

Hydaelyn bent down to her knees, waiting for Aro to lift his face. Hesitantly- Aro looked up and his eyes widened. He was mortified.

It was not the smile that disturbed him this time, but the reflection in her eyes.

"I hope… In time you realize how much this gift meant to us, to all life on Eitherys as well," she said, but he wasn't listening.

He saw himself as Azem reflected in her eyes. His lips quivered as he spoke "What did you do…"

Venat did not answer, Azem did not answer and Aro… had no answers as to how the three of them had become humanities greatest saviours, and its greatest villains.

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Je passe tellement d'heures par jour à être mortellement angoissée. Je sens que le niveau est monté d'un cran en très peu de temps. J'ai du mal à gérer tout ça. Je dors très mal et je me sens profondément endormie et dans la brume. C'est paralysant pour moi cette période où globalement je n'éprouve de satisfaction, d'appréciation, de plaisir ou de désir pour rien. La vraie attente c'est celle là. Je me déteste pour me répéter autant pourtant, je n'ai pas d'autres constats à faire que ceux énoncés plus haut et antérieurement. Je me sens seule et triste. Je veux dire vraiment isolée de tout le monde par volonté et par contrainte. Tout me fait mal au cœur. Peut-être que je suis trop sensible et que dans certaines périodes les angoisses existentielles et nihilistes sont si fortes que tout y passe. Impossible de me calmer, descendre sous la barre des 100 bpm, je suis constamment en train de paniquer et ça dure, ça s'éternise et je ne sais pas quoi faire car je m'essouffle. En réalité, c'est pénible cette sorte d'inquiétude et de sur pensées de vagues malheurs possibles. C'est irrespirable de penser à autant de choses à la seconde, mon être est aspiré dans une sorte de tourbillon bruyant et brûlant de multivers de pensées. J'essaie de songer à toutes les issues possibles de toutes les réflexions que je peux avoir et c'est pas possible. J'ai beau le savoir, je me fracasse à essayer de contrôler et prédire les choses les plus terrorisantes pour me faire croire que je m'y prépare et qu'au moment voulu, je serai prête. Je ne le serai évidemment pas. Ce n'est qu'une vulgaire perte d'énergie. Creuser le rien c'est démentiel car c'est jamais fini.

[doors-stories-and-art]

Doors: The Guardian of the Hotel.

Patrol

                          Third P.O.V.

               Seek was patrolling the halls like he normally does, it was calm no humans have entered here in a long time. He was entering room 12 when he can hear some kind of commotion.  Multiple voices can be heard as two prominent voice can be heard, "He started it!" a high pitched voice hissed.  "Well if you didn't go throwing objects around then this wouldn't have happened!" a voice with an echo said, 'Eyes and Screech are always at it, it's sometime comical but what did they do this time?' seek wondered to himself, he felt bored.  "Hey! me an Dupe were just playing catch a human left this round object behind! it's white with red stripes!" Screech said. "What's catch?" Eyes asked, Seek rounded the corner, Eyes, Dupe, Screech and Ambush were here, 'Where's Rush?' he wondered to himself, 'Him and Ambush are irrespirable.' he continued to himself. 

             "I think it's something the humans from a...while ago calls it, catch you throw this at each other, Not in the sense of aiming to hit another but the other person has to catch it and they repeat it, I saw this happen while hanging out in the dark area, they were resting in the lit up room." Screech explained, "Huh, it sounds fun!" Ambush said with excitement, "Yeah it is, though...It was my fault the light was broken, I threw it too far to the left, so Eyes don't get mad at Screech." He said calmly. His voice was quiet.

            "So Screech taught you this game, and it broke the light?" Seek asked, The small group nearly jumped a foot into the air, "Dude! I told ya not to sneak up on us like that!" Ambush said.  Seek suppresses a chuckle, "Sorry, I was just passing through when I heard the commotion, "So may I see this thing?" Seek asked. "Sure, will we get it back? We'll be more careful try to find a bigger area where Dupe can also play," Screech asked, he hand him the object, Seek examined it curiously, it was rounded with a rough texture to it. 'I think I've seen something like this in a what is it called? Magazine?' he wondered to himself, 'Should I talk to Figure about this? is it safe?' Seek wondered to himself. 

            "Uh Seek?" Screech asked, seek blinked for a moment before turning back to them, "I may hold onto this, for now! so don't go complaining yet, I will think about this and talk to Figure as well, okay?" he said, "Fine..." Ambush, Screech and Dupe said in disappointment, Eyes was briefly curious but didn't say much on the topic, "What did it do after it hit the light?" he asked, "It bounced and nearly hit me." Eyes said. "Huh." Seek replied. "We said sorry!" Screech said. "I'm aware!" Eyes said back. "Hey! hey, calm down, now it's settled, try and find a less destructive activity to distract yourself okay? Also Ambush, Make sure that when you and Rush are racing that you don't run into anyone, okay?" Seek asked. "Alright." Ambush replied with a nod. 

           After this Eyes teleported away, Dupe closed the door and the room's number changed signifying that he's moved, Ambush sped off and Screech went on his way as well. Once they were gone, Seek looked at the object again, 'I think I know what this is, but I can't think of it at the moment...' he thought to himself, it was a little annoying he recognized what this was but the name kept alluding him. "Eh, I'll figure it out later... better go check out the rest of the place, and hope to find more light bulbs..." he noted to himself. 

               The rest of the patrol nothing out of the ordinary happened, he did have to dive into another room around door 40 as Ambush and Rush were speeding down the hall. "Ugh! what di- never mind I'll tell them at the next meeting.." he murmured to himself with a sigh as he picked himself up off the ground, he did notice the object had rolled off under a bed, and he briefly crawled underneath. Just as he reached for it, hide appeared, "What's this?" he asked, his voice was softer than Dupe's, "It's well, I don't know, Screech found it a while back but I don't think it's dangerous, but well.." he falters, "Right." Hide understood what he meant, "Don't want to risk anyone getting hurt." Hide replied. Seek nodded, 

         "May I have that back please?" He asked, "Yep, going to the library?" Hide asked, "Yep." Seek replied, "Can you take these with you?" he asked pushing a few books out. "Yeah, Ooo, these are new." Seek commented. "Yeah, a human with glasses left them in the closet, I wanted to be the first to read them also! they're brail as well, there's written words but underneath them is brail! Figure will be able to read something new!" Hide said with excitement. "Nice." Seek replied,  "Well I'll let you sorry to keep you." Hide replied. "It's fine and thank you." Seek replied. "Mhmm." Hide murmured. 

                After this Seeks leaves the room, as he does so, he glanced around first, once this was done he decides to just jog over so that he doesn't have any more distractions or risk of being run over, which wouldn't be the first time but he doesn't mind at least they weren't bad or mean just clumsy and a little bit careless. About five minutes later he reaches door 49. 'Alright, takes this books and this object and see what Figure thinks...' Seek thought to himself.  He walks up to the door and then opens it, with ease, a low rumble came from within, "Hello?" a deep voice rumbled.

          Authors note: Hey y'all hope that y'all like this.^^ Got an introduction to some characters and such! I don't know how far this will go, but I hope that y'all will find this interesting.  until next chapter.^^