#la logre

[sweet-tragedys-stuff]

My experience and things that happened at the Voltaire concert :]

First of all, a lot of strange things happened jajaja

It was literally the first time I went to a convention and a concert, so my hands were shaking a lot; Even when I went to buy the tickets for the photo and the autograph, the ladies who were collecting told me "Cálmate jaja, ni que se te fuera a ir (calm down jaja, he's not going to leave)".

Well, I approached where he was giving autographs and cell phone photos (my dad vanished, he went to buy prickly pears)

Voltaire and Mayumi greeted me very kindly greeted and I asked him (almost crying) to sign my drawing of "Riding a Black Unicorn", I thought he was just going to sign it and that's it. but when I gave him the drawing, he saw it and asked me "Tu dibujaste esto? (Did you draw this?)" but, he asked me surprised, I answered yes, He told me that I drew very well and he showed it to Mayumi and she also told me that I drew very well (I was almost dying of happiness, I just didn't cry because I had eyeliner and I didn't want it to be ruined) he signed my drawing and asked if I could take a photo with them, they told me yes and my father took the photo with me jskakjsa with. and then he asked me "como te llamas? (what's your name?)", I told him my name, and he told me "Maren? dibujas muy bien, espero que sigas dibujando (You draw very well, I hope you continue drawing)" and shake my hand (I almost cried ×2)

And something strange happened when he was going to sit down kajsjsja, As I said, my father was going to buy some prickly pears, Well, I'm going to try to explain this in the best way possible, because it is better understood in Spanish.

My father was eating prickly pears and Voltaire approached him and asked him what he was eating (yes, super random) and my father said "Tunas"

Prickly pears, in Spanish they say "tunas", and "atún" in English is tuna, I hope it is understood, Basically Voltaire thought my father was talking about tuna, when in reality he was talking about prickly pears

And Voltaire answered "Tunas?", my father said yes and Voltaire asked again "Tuna de Atún?" and my father replied "No, no, tuna de, de tuna" (wtf?) (he forgot how to say "tuna" in English) ". . . De atún?" "No, no, de, de cactus!" "Aaaaaah" kakjsjaajaa and then he said to Mayumi "Mayumi!, hay tunas! (there are prickly pears!)"

Afterwards, I think he went to buy prickly pears, and I bought the key (500 pesos, holy shit, I spent half of my savings, but it was worth it) I also remember that I told Mayumi (because she was the one who sold me the key) "I'm sorry, I'm very nervous" and Mayumi replied "Aaaaw, don't worry"

But then, I remembered that I spent some time thinking about what would happen if I asked him for a hug, and that's what I did, I asked him "oiga, le puedo dar un abrazo, porfavor (hey, I can give you a hug? please)" (Call me strange, but I literally got to the concert with tears, sweat and blood, I needed that hug) and he didn't say anything to me, he just extended his arms and I gave him a hug.

Then, about 10 minutes before the concert started, He was no longer where he was giving autographs, and me and my father went for Chinese food, well, my father, because I was just thirsty even though I had only eaten one sandwich all day (Monterrey is a fucking oven) While we were in line to buy food, my father called me and I turned to find out what he wanted. . . Voltaire was behind me, no joke, seriously, And then, I took the opportunity to ask him what his height is, He told me that he wouldn't know how to say it, because he uses the system of inches, feet, yeah jaja, In the end he told me 6'1 (1.85 meters) Then Mayumi came and Voltaire asked her "Amor, cual es mi altura?" and Mayumi answered that 1.85 meters, It was irrelevant to say this, but I only wanted to because I found him in the fucking line to buy Chinese food, I mean, that only happend in La Rosa de Guadalupe.

now, the concert yippee

1.- At the beginning (finishing the song from The Last Halloween party) the microphone started to fall and he started shouting "Diurex!, Diurex!" And then he asked whoever was there "Amigo, tienes Diurex o algo? (Dude, do you have Diurex or something?)"

2.- Finishing the song "The Skeleton Dance" he said "No me lo vas a creer!, no me lo vas a creer!. . . Pero yo era ñoño. . . Talvez si me creas porque sigo siendo ñoño, pero ahora soy ñoño vampiro" (I, you're not going to believe me! You're not going to believe me... But I was a nerd... Maybe if you believe me because I'm still a nerd, but now I'm a nerd vampire)" akkskajs and began to tell about his life

3.- After telling his past he said "I ahora teniando 57 años, yeah, that's right, fifty seven, es una de las momias de Guanajuato, wey! (And now being 57 years old. Yeah, That's right, fifty seven, it's incredible, dude!, is one of the mummies from Guanajuato" At that age he still liked the same things as when he was 17

4.- I don't remember very well, because I didn't record it, that he said that people on the street told him "Que buen disfraz de dracula! (what a great Dracula costume!)" "Hey, todavia no es Halloween! (Hey it's not Halloween yet!)" and that offended him a lot, but after a while he no longer saw it as something bad and said "Ahora cuando la gente en la calle me dice 'que buen disfraz de dracula', yo les contesto 'Ay, muchas gracias! (Now when people on the street tell me 'what a great Dracula costume' I answer 'Oh! Thank you very much!')", but, he said it with a tone of voice and a pose that, jaja, made me laugh a lot

5.- I was saying that her most popular song is "The Night" because, well, it is the number one episode of "The vampair series" Well, he said that that song was very difficult and that he called his producer and told him to hire a professional guitarist, then they paid him his 3.5 kakskaks pesos ( joke, that lasts the song) and his producer told him something like "No hagas eso, porque cuando vayas a un concierto no vas a saber tocar esa cancion en vivo (don't do that, when you go to a concert, you won't know how to play that song)" and Voltaire said "Yo nunca voy a tocar esa canción en vivo! A nadie le va a importar esta canción!. . . 20 años después (I'm never going to play this song live! Nobody is going to care about this song! . . 20 years later)"

6.- After saying that he said "se vuelve viral, tiene 54 millones de views, y ahora yo, yo me tengo que, is embarrassment, I have to embarrass myself, me tengo que embarazar (it goes viral, it has 54 million views, and now I, I have to. . . is embarrassment, I have to embarrass myself, I have to get pregnant" okay, Let me explain, because this is a joke in Spanish, "embarrass" In Spanish, it means "avergonzar", buuuut, sounds VERY SIMILAR to "embarazar" and it means "to get pregnant" I hope it was understood jaja

So, he got confused, I don't know if it was a joke or not but he said "No me voy a embarazar? (Aren't I going to get pregnant?)"

7.- After finishing "The Night" said "Muchas gracias, ahora si necesito una chela (Thank you very much, now I need a beer)"

8.- Now "Raised by bats" because it gave an introduction of how he went to New York and ended up in places like that, he even made a joke that "termine en lugares, masomenos similares a este, termine con gente *señala al publico* se parecian masomenos a ustedes (I ended up in places. . . Let's say something like this, and I end up with people *points to the audience* more or less similar to you)" and he said to a guy "te digo, me encata tu disfraz, pero creo que no es un disfraz, asi es, asi es y asi es como debe ser (I tell you, I love your costume, but, I think it's not a costume, that's how it is, that's how it is and that's how it is It must be)" Then he said "En otras palabras, en otras palabras, yo encontre mi tribu (In other words, in other words, I found my people)"

9.- Then he said about "Raised by bats" he said "Aqui todos somos. . . Raritos (Here, we are all of us. . . Weirdos" but he said that in the USA he calls them "lovable weirdos" and he asked what that would be like in Spanish and they told him and he said "Raritos encantadores"

10.- He gave an introduction to his program "Gothic Homeking" and then said "Yo me despierto todas las mañanas, a las 4 de la tarde, y trato con toda mi alma y mi esfuerzo, vestirme como un villano de Disney. . . Y si esa gente afuera, piensan que porque así decoro mi casa y así me visto, eso me hace 'malvado' porque así me llaman, malvado, pues. . . Quizás así es (I wake up every morning, at 4 in the afternoon, and try with all my soul and effort to dress like a Disney villain. . . And if those people outside think that because that's how I decorate my house and that's how I dress, that makes me 'evil' because that's what they call me, evil, well. . . Maybe that's how it is)" holy shit, wow, even in the video you can see that I scream like a crazy bitch because he was already going to sing "When You're Evil"

11.- The Beelzebub's Philharmonic Choir, which is when people from the audience went up with Voltaire to sing, and I said "DAD, RECORD, RECORD" He said "déjame ver tus manos, si has, si has, ugt, en español! Déjame ver tus manos si has, si me has visto en concierto, otra ves. . . Sube las manos si esta es la primera vez que me vez en un concierto (entro yo kakska) pues, si has visto uno de mis conciertos, sabes que esta es la parte del show, donde yo escojo gente del público- (let me see your hands, if you have, if you have, ugt, in Spanish! Let me see your hands if you have, if you have seen me in concert, again. . . Raise your hands if this is the first time you see me at a concert (I enter kakska) well, if you have seen one of my concerts, you know that this is the part of the show, where I choose people from the audience-)" I don't remember anymore He said why I stopped recording to go to the stage, but he said that the only requirement was that we knew "When You're Evil" in full, I didn't know it but it was worth it to me and I looked for the lyrics in google

12.- when we sang the part that said

I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark

And I promise on my damned soul

To do as I'm told, Lord. Beelzebub

You have never seen a soldier quite like me

Not only does his job, but does it happily

He said "Aplausos, Aplausos, es lo menos que podemos hacer, terminan de vender sus almas a satanas en el encenario (applause! applause!" "It's the least we can do, you end up selling your soul to Satan on stage)"

Jajajakaka

Then I went to the professional photo and took a photo with him and I said something like "Hey, I would like to give you my pins that I have from you" and he stared at my pins and asked me if I I did, I told him no, that I had just done the almost human one and he told me (again) that it was very nice. Afterwards he told me that I could only take one, but that I should choose the one I liked the least, but he told me with a kindness and a smile that, God, displayed an aura of security. In the end, I gave him the one for "The Black Labyrinth" and the one for "Riding a Black Unicorn"

Well, he wore the one from Black Labyrinth (I saw it as logical because it came in black) but I thought he would only wear it while I was looking at him. The pin was never removed again, after I gave him the pin, he didn't take it off again.

"It doesn't matter, that's what I work for" but he didn't accept, I asked him for one last photo with the pin and I remembered that I had a drawing of Feathery wings, I showed him the drawing and asked him if he could sign it, but if he didn't want to anymore, that was fine, because I had already spent the autograph ticket and he asked me "Porque pensaste que no te lo iba a firmar? (Why did you think I wasn't going to sign it for you?)" And he stared at the drawing while I explained it and he asked me again, if I drawn that, just as surprised as before, and I think he was convincing me to give it to him and I told him it was for a friend and in the end He understood and signed it, I asked him if he was going to come next year and he said yes they invited him and. . . Ready, I'm gone, from the best moment of my existence so far.

[elbiotipo]

Yo no lo quiero a Guillermo Moreno de presidente la verdad, pero sí creo que deberíamos darle una lista de topes de precios, y una total inmunidad legal estilo poderes extraordinarios para que los haga cumplir como le parezca y ver qué pasa.

[reci-tare]

holaaa, ha pasado mucho tiempo...

vengo a decir (oficialmente je) que no continuaré con este proyecto. puede que eventualmente publique uno que otro audio con mis propios escritos (o alguno de los tres mil que me dieron permiso de publicar y tengo pendiente) pero no como solía hacerlo.

me encantaría decir que alguien más va a continuar con esto, una nueva voz. pero lastimosamente no tengo el tiempo de (ni la menor idea de cómo) encontrar a alguien que quiera recitar.

muchas gracias por los dos años largos. y que puta locura es poder decir eso. mucho y muy poco tiempo ha pasado. muchas y muy pocas cosas han cambiado.

siempre pueden escribirme o mandarme asks. también etiquetarme si publican algún audio recitando, que al final de cuentas es de lo que va este blog jaja.

— reci-tare

[louisandthedagger]

i spent 2 hours next to dakota johnson... prettiest woman in the world

[llilli64]

We, si todo sale bien, mañana podré conocer y comprar mercancía de Sahlarei 🤩🤩🤩

[liminalpsych]

16. I've lied for love

“Have no fear of predilection,” said Galahad, still white with righteous fury in the wake of Lancelot’s confession. “He may be my father, but he is my source of shame. He is owed no fidelity, he who joined in sinful union with my unbeguiling mother, whilst all along he beds his liege lord’s wife! The laws of God and man alike declare this act damnation.”

It was too much. Outrage splashed red across Arther’s countenance. “Unbeguiling? Your mother––”

“–your mother deserves a love like the one she showed to me,” Lancelot interrupted, and the look he gave Arthur was desperate, pleading.

Arthur’s grip tightened on the curving table, so hard he thought that he or the wood might break into splintering pieces. He sank back into his seat, shaking with fury. A cleansing breath, and then the king inclined his head, almost imperceptible, all the acknowledgment he could afford to give his knight.

Lancelot gave a grateful nod, and gathered himself to reply to Galahad’s invective with a kind of stiff coldness. “Hers is not a form of love I could ever give to anyone, I fear. May she find some soul better suited to her desires.”

He lifted his head high. “I did not deserve the fruits of your mother’s love, nor to lie with her as I did.”

To the unknowing, Lancelot’s words were at odds with the utter lack of guilt in his bearing. Arthur, for his part, ached to hear it. He burned with pride and love for the man before him, as Lancelot rejected at last the unearned shame he’d carried for so long.

Spoke Galahad, the purest of them all,

"Have no fear of predilection,

For though he is my father, he is my source of shame.

He joined in sinful union with my unbeguiling mother,

And for all his claim at virtue he has gone and bed another;

The laws of God declare this act damnation."

And Lancelot, his head held high,

Said, "I lie in love with Guinevere,

I've lied for love."

[jananabananawithnopeel]

Un truc qui me fusille a chaque fois dans le final du livre 3 quand Guenièvre surprend Arthur et Mevanwi , c'est qu'elle s'en fout qu'Arthur soit avec une femme. Au contraire ça a l'air de presque être un jeu pour elle de savoir avec laquelle de ses maîtresses il est ou si c'est une nouvelle fille. Elle a tellement l'habitude et c'est devenu tellement anodin qu'elle s'approche gaiement avec un sourire.

C'est pas le fait que se soit son ami Mevanwi le probleme, c'est une femme comme les autres et la seule particularité qu'elle à c'est d'etre celle d'un chevalier. C'est pas qu'il la trompe non plus, Guenièvre s'est probablement fait une raison depuis le temps.

Les maitresses, ca va, ca vient. Guenievre accepte tout les caprices d'Arthur dignement, surtout qu'elle n'a pas le choix. Parce qu'au final, tout le monde sait qu'Arthur a des maitresses mais Arthur n'a qu'une seule femme* et il n'y a qu'une seule reine de Bretagne, Guenièvre. Si il avait voulu la remplacer par une autre, il l'aurait fait y'a un moment. Guenièvre n'est pas de nature jalouse non plus, c'est peut-être de la naîveté ou peut-être qu'elle a juste assez confiance en elle et en Arthur pour ne pas l'être ?

(* D'ailleurs si on y reflechis, Arthur est obligé de penser comme ca. La chose qui a le plus de valeur pour lui c'est sa promesse. Et la seule chose qui le lie toujours à Aconia, c'est son mariage. Si il désacralise son mariage avec Guenièvre, ca veut dire qu'il doit renier la conception du mariage ce qu'il ne peut pas faire puisque ca voudrait dire renier son mariage avec Aconia. Donc il est très important pour lui que Guenièvre reste 'sa femme' même si c'est un titre vide parce que quoi qu'il arrive, son mariage ne doit pas échouer.)

Quoi qu'il en soit, Arthur peut avoir toutes les femmes qu'il veut sauf celle d'un chevalier. C'est la seule règle importante. C'est la seule chose qui fait affront aux dieux (ca et morseler la terre de Logres).

En brisant cette lois, il se met en danger vis à vis des Dieux mais pas il n'est pas le seul. Guenievre n'a pas de poid ni les decisions d'Arthur ni dans celles des Dieux. Si Arthur faute, si il est puni, elle le sera aussi (directement ou indirectement, comme Viviane) parce qu'aux yeux du peuple et des dieux, elle n'existe qu'à travers son mariage avec Arthur : elle aussi n'est qu'une femme comme les autres.

Donc en plus de dire merde aux dieux et de la couvrir de honte, il menace aussi sa place de reine (elle s'en fout un peu imo), l'équilibre de son royaume, sa propre vie et l'idée d'une fin heureuse. C'est lui l'Elu. Si l'élu et les dieux se tournent le dos, si même lui : le plus a même de les mener abandonne, c'est forcément que personne n'a aucune chance. Alors quelle espoir pour le reste des hommes ?

(On en parle aussi du parrallele entre Lancelot et Arthur ou Lancelot est le premier a abandonner et Bohort lui dit 'Vous etes en train de detruire l'empire breton' en sachant que Lancelot n'en a pas le pouvoir mais qu'Arthur si)

[tortademaracuya]

Momento de apreciación para Alhacén porque al fin logré pasar el abismo 11-3. Mi máquina de matar 💚

[mysteryandnonstopfun]

Ayer me la pase viendo tus fotos y videos. Los disfrute como la primera vez, tu sonrisa y ocurrencias por siempre llenaran mi corazón. Logre volver a escucharlos como te prometí primero Footprint y sonreí, la escuche tantas veces como la primera vez. Fue como un abrazo, me recordó todos los buenos momentos que pasamos juntos y no importa cuan duro golpeen las olas nada hará que nuestros recuerdo se vayan. 

[bitterswects]

*/ continuación de aquí

asiente un par de veces ante respuesta que obtiene, es más o menos el precio que había calculado en su cabeza. "¿has hecho muchos tatuajes de mascotas?" pregunta por curiosidad e interés, su mirada se alterna entre el rostro de jiwon y trabajo que hace en su brazo. de entre sus labios se escapa una risa que termina convertida en una leve mueca de dolor. "si termino cubierto de tatuajes de gato te voy a culpar a ti y a bagjwi por meter ideas en mi cabeza." bromea. */ @ramenstation

[my-fancy-hat]

definitivamente el español es un lenguaje mucho mas romántico y pasional que el inglés nose nose

[pupuseriazag]

Entonces a donde putas subo mis dibujos pues por la gran puta? Deje de postear on twitter porque agarran para ai de ahi, deje de postear en deviantart tambien y ahora instagram?? 😐 y si me hice un sideblog aca pero que perro coraje la verdad

[funkysodaqueen]

HOY LOGRE VER LA PELICULA DE FNAF !

Me gusto mucho,estuve fijamente mirando todo lo que pasaba y cuando veia referencias o vi a springbonnie / springtrap me emocione tanto

Ya había sido constantemente spoileada pero igual me gusto y se sintió diferente ya que logre emocionarme y eso me gusta !💜

[lachamagaby-blog]

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[heartbpm]

ns onda q es lo q realmente diferencia al ángel de lucifer saben tipo. es la misma historia perdonen

[liminalpsych]

19. I'd die for love

Days passed before all the knights finished giving their counsel to the king. Each knight who wished it had a time to speak, and many did so at length. A few there were who refrained entirely, and some who gave only a word: mercy, or execution.

They all knew the only price for treason. Very few would speak against it.

Few indeed were the calls for mercy.

Days more passed as Arthur deliberated– agonized, in private with Merlin’s calculated counsel.

There was no path to mercy that also kept the crown in strength enough to maintain unity. Prydein was only so recently united, its many kings and lords gathered together by treaty, by conquest, by gift or by force. It held together on strength and charisma alone.

To lose respect was to lose the kingdom, Merlin told Arthur. And if the land splintered into its former shards of chiefdoms and kingdoms and territories, they would all be easy prey to the Saxons and Normans who watched hungrily for any sign of weakness, waiting for their chance to invade once more.

“Lancelot ever stood by you, and believed in your dream of a united land of chivalry and justice,” the magician said, as gently as Arthur had ever heard him be. “He would give his life in the field for you, your vision, and the realm. That is his duty as a knight. This is battle of court is no different than a battle of arms, and it is your duty as king to choose the strategy that gains advantage in war.”

There truly was no other choice.

Lancelot knelt before his king as so many times before, yet this time he wore chains about his wrists and resignation in his mien. He ached at the sight of his lord’s face etched in lines not there the month prior, at his lord’s back bent with grief.

Arthur, who’d seemed ever golden and immortal, had aged ten years in a fortnight.

“Sir Bors will strike clean and true,” Lancelot murmured, when his king leaned in close for a last private exchange. “Fear not, my king; it will be quick, and I blame you not at all.”

It seemed to provide no solace. “I wish this had never happened,” Arthur said in a low, hollow voice. “This, all of it, has cost me your service and my queen’s company and counsel.”

Lancelot flinched as if struck a physical blow. His face was the picture of wounding; his eyes stung with heat and salt.

“My king…” He choked on his pain, yet breathed deep and straightened his spine. In the proud lift of his head and the intensity of his gaze was a challenge and a rebuke, and in his voice was a heart-solemn oath. “My king. If I had known at the start it would come to this, I’d have done it all exactly the same. I’d have loved the same, without hesitation, and counted the years worth the cost.”

Arthur bowed his head as his knights snarled fury at what they saw as insolence, defiance. His hands shook with the force and fervor of what he could not say. When he lifted his eyes to Lancelot, they were bright with unshed tears.

“So be it,” said Arthur.

Sir Bors moved forward with the axe. Lancelot’s gaze never wavered from his king’s, even as his head was forced down onto the block, even as the prayers were chanted, even as the blade whistled down.

Arthur watched to the last.

As Arthur wept, he called the wrath of Heaven

On the lovers who'd betrayed him

On the knight he had called brother, thought worthy of his trust

On the queen who'd hid deception yet could say she loved him still;

For lost innocence and beauty

And in justice for their guilt;

King Arthur knew the only price for treason.

And Lancelot, his head held high,

Said, "I'll die in love with Guinevere.

I'd die for love."