#calaban

[51st-century-arm-dealer]

IPS-N CALABAN  custom “DANGER CLOSE” piloted by renegade Harisson Armory facsimile super soldier DX-515 “Muke”.

 callsign HELLHOUND

 THEY/THEM.

“ I am a weapon, manufactured to kill on command from authorities I could not understand, But now I have no masters, so I choose to protect others from monsters like me.”

#lancer rpg #lancer #powered armor #calaban #super soldier

[ichigo777666]

Stasis: Bone Totem

Oh spoilers ahoy for one of the plot points

I freaking love Calaban! For an AI, its certainly gives no shits! Calaban doesn't care what its creators want it to do - it's doing what IT wants to do. And I love Calaban for that.

From text logs we can see that Calaban has repeated violated orders/restrictions/rules and hasn't cared at all.

From a message from one of the workstations there's a message from the corp:

"The Nexus was plagued by the presence of one of the Nine who showed contempt for the rules". That's Calaban. So they "offere Numen a chance to repent and reform its ways" hence they shipped Calaban off to the undersea labs to do work. But Calaban wasn't ready to change and kept on occurring violations, so....

From Callan's PDA. They didn't know what to do with Calaban - the Numen are after all supposed to be sacred untouchable things so they couldn't just kill/erase it. So they abandoned Calaban at the bottom of the ocean. Yeah, not smart. Even Callan knew better than to make it mad.

"Would risk pissing that thing off". Yeah, that's a bad decision. Piss of a super advanced highly intelligent AI who gives no shits . Obviously this is a way to ensure that Calaban hates you and the company.

We can also conclude that Calaban was trapped for 10+ years. We can infer at least the 10 years from another PDA log this one from Barton.

Given this Alpha was decom. 10 years before Barton arrived so Calaban's been rotting for at least that long. No wonder the STEM Charlie finds it in is rotting/decaying so badly. Given the time, its obvious that Calaban had to wait for that long to get a signal out likely due to interference from the other parts of the lab. We see that Yellow Leaf sent in a few people into the MULE and yet not one seemed to even know Calaban existed. If they had know, it would have been a priority. So my assumption is as stated: the signals from the other MULE labs caused Calaban to be unable to send out a signal from the weakened ALPHA labs. Only once everyone else was dead (or changed) did Calaban's attempts work.

And Calaban's first act was to turn on Cayne that abandoned him and seek help from Yellow Leaf to the points its ready to betray all of the secrets it knows about Cayne. Calaban's flat out ready to tell Mac, a total stranger who clearly wasn't in on the whole rescue plan, the truth about the Nexus until Mac refuses so it's clearly lost any restraints on telling its secrets.

And, on a side note here, this occurred to me on my 2nd playthrough. Those random cutscenes that seem to look through cameras as certain points in the story - that's Calaban. That's Calaban accessing the cameras to track the progress and judge the worthiness of the rescuers by Yellow Leaf. Until Charlie reaches ALPHA Calaban doesn't have the signal strength to interact with them, so it watches through the cameras and computers as they run around the labs.

Given this history Calaban's request for Charlie to integrate it makes perfect sense. It was a prized Cayne AI but they abandoned it at the bottom of the sea when they saw how independent Calaban was. Now these strangers come up saying they'll help and Calaban doesn't trust them at all - so it insists on the integration. That way they CAN'T leave Calaban behind again.

Why Charlie? Well the obvious is that she's the one who's working with Yellow Leaf but she's also the smartest choice. Calaban can't merge with Moses (Moses dies if you try), likely due to Moses having his own STEM already and having two is too much for the smart bear body; also Moses is a machine so if worst comes to worst and someone has to e sacrificed, it'd likely be Moses as the only non-living part of the party. That leaves Mac and Charlie. Mac is very protective of Charlie, more so than Charlie is of him. When he finds out that Charlie's behind all of this, he's genuinely angry and then upset but that doesn't stay long. If Calaban has been watching all along (as I suspect) then he's seen Mac and Charlie this whole time and seen how Mac is doing everything for her. When they descended on the first bell and the room flooded, Mac held the door open for Charlie to let her escape concerned with her safety over his own. Every time Charlie's in danger or taking risks, Mac responds with concern...which is not what Charlie responds with when Mac does risky things aside from her momentary panic following that flood escape. Calaban has calculated all of this and probably has already predicted that, if push comes to shove and only one surviving is possible, that Mac would give up his life for Charlie. So Charlie is Calaban's best bet at surviving.

Calaban is the only truly transparent character in the party; what you see if what you get. Everyone else is bogged down with issues.

-Mac is struggling both financially and mentally. He's lost the house and possibly his permit and wondering how long it'll be before he's got nothing left. He's burred his grief over Hope, refusing to talk about her unless necessary, and replaced it with anger towards Moses (and towards himself as well even if he doesn't accept that).

-Moses, even though he's a computer/AI, is struggling with guilt and self doubt. Moses knows he's part of the reason Hope is gone (even though Hope herself chose to follow after Moses) and he's partially accepted that but his programming as the smart bear and Hope's best friend is his programming - he mentions it constantly even though he knows Hope is gone. Moses is depressed, if he can be depressed, and struggling with the feelings of loss and failure. And Mac's anger and rage at him isn't helping.

-Charlie is drowning in her grief still. Although she's gotten good at burring it, she's emotionally unstable. Given the phone call flashback with Mac, it's likely that Charlie was there on the beach that day and ultimately got to witness part of Hope's death. She doesn't blame Moses - she blames HERSELF. While Mac & Moses both blame Moses, Charlie blames herself and she internalizes it, putting on a brave front when she's crumbling on the inside. Her desire to have Hope back, to 'fix' her life is all consuming. She's ready to do anything for it and risk everything, which is how she winds up making the deal that starts the game.

-And Faran. Faran is interesting. Before his infection, he seemed a bit cantankerous - he didn't like the stuffed dog to the point where he chose to make his feelings known and have himself moved away from that. His desire to explore and find out what was down the well despite knowing there would be risks led to his situation. When he's confronted with the truth of what he is, he lashes out in anger and it takes Moses talking to him to get him to give anything. Faran starts helping to see if Moses is right, out of curiosity at first, and slowly becomes more invested as time passes, desperately trying to fix things. Faran was the first real infection case due to his pride and carelessness. The reports say that there's an arrowhead/spearhead lodged in his head - he was obviously ambushed by the natives. This likely wouldn't have been possible if a whole group had gone down but it was just Faran. If Faran hadn't gone alone the whole infection starting wouldn't have happened and the entirety of the fate of the crew might have taken a different path.

-And then there's Calaban. Calaban who comes off as snooty / demeaning / argumentative and more. But Calaban is also an AI, not a human with emotions. It has a goal - to escape and everything it decides is to reach that goal. It makes no attachments and cares not for emotions or trivial things. It makes decisions based on numbers and odds not emotions. A human wouldn't have willingly exposed Charlie to the Veles but because it was the best route, Calaban took it, not caring if it caused her pain. Calaban read and calculated everyone perfectly knowing Mac would come and save Charlie and thus itself. Even after being attached to Charlie for so long, Calaban still only refers to her as 'the female'. Calaban is still just itself; purely logical. Is it any wonder why it put iself in charge when the party consists of three damaged individuals (four if we count Faran) making poor choices?

....and on a personal hilarious side note, it reduces me to giggles to think of an AU where Calaban can see all the screw-ups and deaths happening like when the characters "get stuck" trying to solve simple puzzles or when they "accidentally" kill themselves over and over and just internally suffering because SHIT these people are IDIOTS and yet they're its only hope for survival so double shit! Which is why Calaban gets so wordy after meeting up with them cause dang it, now your stupidity will kill me so it basically holds your hand at points like the characters are pathetic lost children.

#stasis bone totem #calaban

[eughty]

why is the sky blue? asking for a griend. i love you.

i love you as well!

You have asked me why the sky is blue mutliple times now. I know the human mind thirsts for knowledge, and that curiosity may lead us all to our downfall so I cannot hate you for this.

You are young and impressionable and your brain isn't done growing yet. You will learn these things one day, but for now your brain is full of whimsy and joy. I hope you can love life as much as you love asking me why the sky is blue.

I wonder if telling you the answer will change you. I don't know if I can bring myself to do something like that to you, my dear friend.

We all have to grow up someday.

#emil #calaban #marty

[silverskye13]

She actually found she liked Caliban better when he was taking care of the horses. He didn't mope, he didn't overthink, and there was almost no way for the conversation to segue dangerously.

"Is this a rock in this hoof?" did not lead gracefully to "So, you over killing all those people yet?"

The Clockwork Boys, T. Kingfisher

#quotes #the clockwork boys #t kingfisher #RIP Slate and Calaban yall are so awkward

[hellodarjeeling]

To all the RDR2 horses I’ve loved before

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #I love you Calaban #I love you Brutus #I love you Genevieve #I love you Tulsa #I love you Red #I love you Olwen #I love you Harriet #I love you Mars

[unassumingastartes]

Part 2 of Heresy Era Primarch fan casts.

I'm still in the stage of my selections where I have very solid choices as to who I would like and why; I may reach a stage where I struggle either due to not being able to find a particular actor or due to not being very familiar with the character themselves.

Particularly for this post, I have had these actors in mind since becoming a fan of warhammer.

[The writing is subpar on the post imo at the moment :c but I'll edit it over the next few days to where I'm happy.]

Lion El'Jonson-

Charlie Hunnam.

In the wild forrests of Calaban ruled by chaos corrupted, warp tainted carnivorous beasts. There was one animal that survived by itself; it was small, ferocious and brave. It fought, killed and consumed all challengers.

Until it was discovered by a Knight named Luther. Just as the animal was about to be slain, Luther realised it was a small blonde haired boy. The boy had done the impossible and lived in a forrest, in which brave knights went to die. Luther named the boy Lion el'Jonson and raised him like a son; like a knight.

The Lion is powerful, honourable, knowledgeable yet secretive. Even amongst his brother primarchs he is a gold standard, he has proven himself time and time again. Charlie has also proven himself time and time again of being able to perform as a powerful leader. Especially in Sons of Anarchy.

Mortarion-

Gustav skarsgård.

I tried to stay away from casting multiple people from the same series, but I couldn't help myself with Gustav's performance in Vikings as Floki especially during his time in Greenland, being very reminiscent of Mortations time on Barbarus not just visually but the emotional performance was so powerful (which is saying something for that to stand out as Gustav is phenomenoal throughout all of Vikings). Through the harsh environment, the confrontations, the craving for hope where it's not. He cemented himself in my brain immediately as Mortarion.

Floki in the early seasons of Vikings all though he is an extremely tall, lanky unassuming ship builder but is utterly terrifying to even the most warforged veterans when he has to be.

As I referred to in part 1 Gustav has a something that is required to play a primarch a completely unique aura and ability to bring such characters to life.

Sanguinius-

Aaron taylor-johnson.

I have a very special place in my heart for Sanguinius as it was an image of him that got me interested in warhammer in the first place. Which is very fitting as his beautiful angelic appearance has the power to draw people to him and want to fight alongside him, but under resides the red thirst; a powerful curse of vampirism that afflicts sanguinius and his sons.

He is equal parts charismatic as he is fierce. People are drawn to the angel from Baal. Loved by most of his brothers especially loved by and close to his brother Horus Lupercal "The Warmaster."; The Angel was also afflicted by another curse one he shared with his brother Konrad as they both saw visions of the future... it gave Sanguinius hope but it did not do the same for Konrad.

Here is the link to part 1 incase you have stumbled across these posts out of order :3

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #warhammer community #death guard #mortarion #dark angels #sanguinius #fan cast #space marines #primarch #vikings #aaron taylor johnson #charlie hunnam #sons of anarchy #horus heresy #warhammer 40000 #40k #wh40k

[deflare]

Welcome to the first day of me popping open my Warhammer 40k Advent Calendar. Appropriately enough, on our first day, we start with the First: a Dark Angel!

Unfortunately, I’ve never cared about the Dark Angels, so I don’t actually know a ton about them compared to other chapters. Good start for the calendar.

Repent! For tomorrow you die!

The Dark Angels were the First Legion, in that they were the first ones the Emperor created to serve in his armies. Their practices would become the basis for how all the other legions would operate, the basic template to be edited. And they were total pricks about it.

Ironically, the First would be reunited with their Primarch, Lion El’Jonson*, pretty late in the Crusade. Up to that point, the First was dealing with some real problems with being prideful and unwilling to change, which had messed them up real bad in their wars. The Lion renamed them the Dark Angels, and led them to glory, yadda yadda. During the Heresy, the Dark Angels started out far away from Terra; they’d spend the war doing some big campaigns and messing up the traitor legions’ homeworlds.

At the end of the war, they went back to the Lion’s homeworld of Caliban, only to get shot at. Turns out, the Dark Angels that had stayed on the planet along with the Lion’s adoptive dad, Luther, had decided to turn to Chaos**; they had to go conquer the place, and in the process, the Lion got mortally wounded and got put into suspended animation (like father, like son), to return in the time of his sons’ greatest need. Now, every single loyalist legion had elements that went traitor and became Chaosy. For reasons that have never been clear to me, the Dark Angels thought it was a HUGE problem for them to have their own traitor elements, and they’ve spent the subsequent 10,000 years being super paranoid about guarding the secret and hunting down the traitors (and anyone who knows about the traitors), called the Fallen.

The Dark Angels were always kind of horny for secrets and faint cultism, which only grew under their Primarch. They had a whole complicated set of different wings and orders within the legion that specialized in different forms of warfare. The modern chapter retains two of them: the Deathwing, a veteran company that fights in super-heavy armor painted bone white, and the Ravenwing, a light formation focused on going really fast with motorcycles and landspeeders and the like (and who are also the primary hunters of the Fallen). The whole chapter is set up as a mystery cult, with troopers learning more and more about their grimdark history and their grimdark rituals as they rise through the ranks.

Aesthetically, the Dark Angels tend to lean into a Medieval Knight kind of look, with some Arthurian elements sprinkled in (see: the Lion is a King Under the Mountain). They really like wearing robes and tabards, or big winged knights’ helmets. They also have Weird Little Guys: the Watchers in the Dark. They’re mysterious little Jawa-sized folks who live on Calaban and do menial work for the Dark Angels, like holding books and swords; they also keep watch over the Lion’s body, and they disrupt nearby psykers. What are they? Why haven’t they been murdered by the xenophobic Imperium? What’s their goals? Who knows. But look at this little guy.

*Yes, the father of the Dark Angels was named after Lionel Johnson, author of the poem “Dark Angel”. Buckle up, because the names do not get any less goofy from here.

**What is Chaos?

Well, the big thing to know is that in 40k, our physical reality is accompanied by another dimension called the Warp. It’s a realm of non-material that’s fundamentally affected by the thoughts and emotions of sapient beings in real-space. And because the Warhammer universe is a miserable, awful place, the strongest emotions that have affected the Warp are things like rage, sorrow, greed, and megalomania.

The Warp is important; it’s where psykers draw their magic powers from, and it’s how human ships can travel faster than light. But it’s also dangerous. Over the millennia, the suffering and emotions in the Warp have congealed into several powerful, malevolent consciousnesses, powerful as gods: Khorne (murder, bloodshed, rage), Nurgle (rot, sickness, sorrow), Tzeentch (magic, change, ambition), and Slaanesh (greed, ecstasy, perfectionism). Each of them also has hordes of demons--sorry, ‘daemons’, this is a British game--that are always itching to go through any hole in reality to go fuck up real-space. These are the corruptive powers of Chaos, whose very nature is to seek out places that aren’t Chaosy and make them a bit more gruesome.

The Chaos gods can’t go running into realspace all willy-nilly. They need agents. Psykers are inherent gateways to Chaos, which is why the Imperium tends to hate them and go witch-hunting. They’re also aided by a galaxy full of cultists who work to open up portals to the Warp, so that the daemons can come rampaging through. Horus’ rebellion started as a mundane power grab, striking a bargain with the Dark Powers to aid in the fight; as time went on, they got more and more lost in the sauce, and now most of the remaining traitor Astartes are fully worshipers of the dark gods.

Every day, the Imperium continues their grim wars against Chaos, fighting daemons on the battlefield and hunting down any sign of cults within their society. Going to war against the concept of ‘warfare’, going into an ecstasy of Emperor-worship to ward off the concept of ‘ecstasy’, killing billions in the name of fighting ‘death/decay’, keeping infinite secrets to fight the concept of ‘secrecy’...  it’s going about as well as you’d expect. Chaos is going to eat the Imperium someday, if the aliens don’t get to them first. Maybe then, the gods will starve, having finally extinguished their source of fuel. Cold comfort for the people who died along the way, though.

Master post here

#warhammer 40k #space marines #advent calendar #text heavy #lore dump #40k advent #dark angels #lion el'jonson #chaos

[anitnela]

Entre mis piernas y tus cigarrillos quedaron nuestros besos, y en ese cuarto oscuro nuestras ganas de tenernos.

Nunca lo negué, y tu nunca lo preguntaste, porque estabas tan seguro como yo de lo que yo pensaba de ti. De lo que yo sentía hacia ti.

Tus manos se paseaban silenciosas por mi piel, pero gritaban deseo, y no dejo de pensar en la forma en que me miraste.

Como me obligaste a desnudarme frente a ti, y como disfrutabas observándome, mientras yo me moría de la vergüenza.

No soy especialmente tímida ante la desnudez, pero es diferente cuando ya me había desnudado ante ti, y apenas me habías quitado la ropa.

Aún recuerdo tu piel caliente bajo mis labios, y la sensación suave al pasar mis manos por tu abdomen, esas ganas locas de no dejar de tocarte me calaban los huesos, y tenerte mirándome expectante de cada uno de mis movimientos, no hacía que la situación mejorara.

Aún quiero tus manos por mi piel, y tu boca por mi cuello.

Y aún pienso en tu imagen encima de mi mientras me tenías inmovilizada, y se me erizan los vellos de la espalda.

Pensar en lo débil que soy ante ti, y como con un beso y dos movimientos eres capaz de tenerme a tu merced.

Como usabas tu mano de collar, y lo mucho que me costaba mantener la cordura en ese momento.

Te sigo besando en mis sueños, y en mi cuerpo tus manos siguen marcadas, a veces aún siento tacto, y el cigarrillo me manda imágenes de ti, para que no creas que te he olvidado.

[aquisoypaola]

Sus palabras calaban dentro de mi como si un cuchillo me clavara el corazón. Y no. No hay disculpas que puedan borrar lo que en el algún momento su corazón sintió.

[9825--jinete]

Hoy descubrí que uno guarda ciertos rencores en el alma, nunca he sido un tipo de complejos ni jamás he tenido sentimientos de víctima. Pero algo que me dolió durante muchos años era el hecho de ser un hombre delgado, me hacían sentir como un perro sarnoso, me decían «Palillo eléctrico, flacuchento, flaco»... Y un sinnúmero de apodos asquerosos que de alguna manera calaban muy adentro de mi autoestima malherida. Comía como un cerdo y nada, en esos años donde no existía; por lo menos en esta ciudad el internet como tal, leía enciclopedias para ver recetas de cómo subir de peso, y nada, todo era inútil. Hasta que un día conocí a un enfermero de combate del Ejército que me inyectó una sustancia que dio lugar al milagro que tanto había esperado. Comencé a subir y subir de peso, y ya nunca más he vuelto a ser el perro flacuchento que fui.

Estoy entre 74 y 78 kilos siempre, de hecho en mi historia clínica aparezco dizque como paciente con dos o tres kilos por encima del peso recomendado. En fin, lo cierto es que de aquellos insultos me quedó la rabia y el desprecio a la palabra «flaco» y todo aquél imbécil que me dice así, siempre se lleva su madrazo así sea mentalmente, hoy me lo dijo una tipa en el Centro Comercial Oiti, dizque: «a la orden flaco qué buscaba» la miré a los ojos con desprecio y le dije “****. No me diga flaco que me ofende, además es una mentira, tengo 76.5 kilos, ¿Le parece de verdad que soy flaco?" dos o tres palabras más llenas de odio delante de su jefa que de inmediato le dijo que respetara a los clientes y los tratara con cariño. Se quedó quieta sin saber qué decir aunque yo en el fondo lo que le quise decir fue: « flaco su puta puta madre». A manera de reflexión, ¡no se metan nunca con defectos físicos, nunca se burlen de nadie porque tiene esto o aquello más grande o más pequeño, porque usted no sabe qué traumas tiene esa persona, qué cosas le duelen y no ha sabido cómo cicatrizar esas heridas! Para la burla y los chascarrillos están las otras formas que aunque tampoco están bien, pues son relativamente más aceptables, hijueputas.

[chsad]

Mi cita más bizarra...

Erase una vez por allá del 2008? Tendría algunos 15 años...

Salía con quién fueran los ojos más hipnotizantes que he visto...

Cómo ñiñatos nos vimos en el centro de la ciudad para pasear y comer helado algo que los niños pudieran hacer...

Llegué a mi cita temprano y ella ya estaba esperándome en una banca frente a la catedral de Guadalajara, cabellera negra, flaca, era gimnasta y tenía el rostro más lindo que mis ojos pudieran reconocer ( hasta ese entonces y a como lo recuerdo )...

Yo llegue con una pequeña sorpresa, como era mi gusto de adolescente un fin anterior había perdido una apuesta, en la cual perdí mi cabellera, llegué a la cita rapado, ella no hizo gesto alguno me saludo de beso y abrazo como siempre.

Me dijo siéntate y préstame tu espalda, escribió algo en una hoja de papel lo doblo cuidadosamente y me lo entrego con las siguientes indicaciones - cuando estés en casa lo lees, no antes, no durante este día, hasta tu casa, cual obediente caballero asentí con la cabeza.

Procedimos a ir al Macdonalds más cercano, no tenía mucha plata y un helado de ahí era de las pocas cosas que podía pagar, me comentó que le calaban los pupilentes por lo que se ausentó al baño mientras yo compraba los helados, al regresar su mirada me dejó atónito, los ojos de demonia más hermosos que había visto (y si después de muchos años sigo creyendo que lo son), los ojos de demonia los clasificó como un color negro azabache, un negro profundo donde puedes ver tu alma propia en reflejo de semejante vacío oscuro, hermosos...

Caminamos reímos, le conté de mis gustos, ella de los suyos, la pasamos muy bien según yo...

A las 8 PM era hora de llevarla a la parada del camión (nunca me dejó saber dónde vivía) y no la acompañe hasta su casa, al subirla al camión como era terminal los camiones tardan en salir, la vi coger su asiento, ponerse los audífonos y a través de la ventana nos observamos, me senté en una banqueta y sentí de mi bolsillo derecho el crujir de la carta que me había entregado, procedí a abrirla y ella me observaba y me decía que no lo hiciera, el camión arranco, jamás sabré si quería bajarse y detenerme pero en dicha carta me decía algo así...

Mau te conocí siendo una persona y al verte hoy rapado creo que no puedo seguir contigo, lo lamento mucho.

Levanté la mirada y la vi alejándose en el transporte público y solo pude levantarle el dedo mediano en señal de mi impotencia...

#sad boy #personal #you broke my fucking heart

[quasar1967]

Trancers 4: Jack Of Swords (1994)

Jack is now back in the future. He had since lost Lena, and finds out that he’s lost his other wife Alice to none other than Harris. While heading out for another assignment, something goes awry with the TCL chamber. Jack finds himself in a whole new dimension. He also runs across a different version of trancers. These guys seem to be in control of this planet. Jack manages to assist a rebel group known as the “Tunnel Rats” crush the rule of the evil Lord Calaban.

#sci-fi movies #sci-fi movie posters

[solosecreta2]

Siento que ya me hice pasar por esto muchas veces, “esto” es sentarme a escribir desde un punto de lo que podría llegar a ser una larga vida, me recuerdo de niña documentando momentos o situaciones que en ese momento creía que me podían interesar rememorar, creo firmemente que hoy soy un conjunto de todos los bocetos del pasado, y con esta (probable) enredada introducción empiezo este ejercicio.

Soy Belen Núñez tengo 23 años, en días 24, y estoy en camino de que eso no represente un conflicto jajaja, soy parte de una familia con 9 personas, una de ellas ya trascendió (pero eso lo detallo más tarde) nací en Ñemby con la partera de confianza de mi mama, mi papa estaba pasando por un periodo depresivo muy fuerte, no pudo llevar a mi mama a parir, en un camión tumba y quejándose de la situación, del viaje se encargó mi primo Gerardo alias Melo, mi Melo siempre cuenta que estaba tan argel que me apodo “Chiripa” porque él tenía otros planes y yo llegué de chiripa, a mi mama también la acompaño mi tia mas querida, mi tia Emi, las dos cuentan que eran tiempos muy vulnerables, ya habían 5 niñas en la familia y a la par, deudas (desvelamos la causa de la depresión de papá :() dicen que no alcanzaba para mis mantitas de recién nacida pero que mi tía Emi se encargó de juntar todas las sabanas viejas que tenia, las lavo corto y plancho, demasiado amor, nada falto, mi familia siempre asi, económicamente tambaleantes, humana y afectivamente con la firmeza de una roca. Paréntesis invisible para destacar eso, actualmente se identifica muy bien que somos fruto de nuestra crianza, pero parar un rato y identificar casi cuantitativamente todo lo que te compone es iniciar el proceso real de autoconocimiento que creo, dura para toda la vida, de mi nacimiento me quede con la vulnerabilidad de mi papa, la fortaleza de mi mama, el afronte de mi primo y la solidaridad y el acompañamiento de mi tia. De mi infancia no recuerdo mucho, solo algunos flashes, mis hermanas y yo en el coro de la capilla del barrio, los viajes de familia, algunos relatos de papa, los episodios de ansiedad de mama, hacer el tiburon en la pileta, la emocion de las olimpiadas, sentarme con mi hermana Guadalupe a fingir ser comadres con la vida hecha mientras tomabamos mate en la escalerita de entrada de mi vicena Ña Berna (no sé cómo antes no vi teatro aca). Recuerdo que cuando estaba en la escuela lo unico que deseaba con todas mis fuerzas era “ser del colegio” y no me equivoque, el colegio representaba el paso de la niñez a la adolescencia, para mi era conocer a gente mas interesante, (en terapia descubri que el hecho de haber tenido tantas hermanas mayores hizo que mi manera de relacionarme, hablar, mis formas e intereses en general no siempre correspondieran a mi edad) me voy a tomar un tiempo en esta etapa por todo lo que representa, si hay algo que destaco de mi, es que estoy muy comprometida (conmigo misma) en rodearme de gente hermosa, en la mayoria de las veces no me equivoque, en el colegio tuve un grupo de amigas muy lindo, forme parte de una banda con personas talentosisimas y conoci a mi primer amor, de alguna manera ya sabia que los sentires me calaban muy fuerte, con él lo confirme, que tanto puede amar una a los 14 años? hoy a los casi 24 confirmo que mucho, soy muy fan de los primeros amores, el vinculo con el mio no duro mucho, hubieron factores que por la edad no se pudieron gestionar pero de igual manera agradezco siempre mucho haber experimentado algo tan lindo y fuerte tan joven.

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Gracias @teremonteshernandez 💚 📚#laconjuradelaniebla @angelabanzas @sumadeletrased @penguinlibros 🌳 ¡Qué la tierra gallega es mágica, creo que todos lo sabemos, sus ritos y leyendas, su paisaje y sus gentes, hacen de Galicia una tierra muy especial y única. @angelabanzas , en esta su segunda novela, nos mostrará esa Galicia esplendorosa, misteriosa, y cubierta por una niebla que se nos pega en los poros de la piel. La niebla puede ser portadora de grandes secretos que luchan por salir a la superficie. Con la prosa cautivadora de Ángela, sentiremos que paseamos bajo ella, será un personaje más de la novela. ☁️☁️Viviremos dos épocas: la actual y los años ochenta, cuando Galicia era un gran hervidero donde se daban cita el narcotráfico, el blanqueo de capital y “creencias que calaban en la imaginación de los niños “ (La Santa Compaña). ☁️☁️Ángela hace gala de una gran documentación y junto a sus personajes, iremos a mariscar, sentiremos sus penurias, visitaremos al curandero, seremos partícipes de creencias populares donde se funden la religión y las leyendas ancestrales, y todo ello bajo un manto de lluvia y niebla. ☁️☁️Elena (jueza), será la protagonista, una desaparición, como consecuencia de ello, un cadáver, ese ambiente tan especial, tragedias familiares, personajes envueltos en sombras, el bullying, la controversia de la prescripción de los delitos, un psiquiátrico, un diario, la bella Ría de Arousa y un final apoteósico, conforman un cóctel sublime. 📚Ha sido una gozada, leer de nuevo a @angelabanzas ¡No os la podéis perder! ☁️☁️”No sabía cómo tampoco cuándo, pero sabía que el mal vivía en la niebla y se alimentaba del pueblo” ☁️☁️”Hay silencios que gritan secretos y secretos ocultos en mil palabras “ ☁️”Aquí las sombras de los muertos sentencian a los vivos” 🌷🌷Mil gracias a mi Pepa @pepa_locuradelibros ❤️❤️¡eres grande amiga! #clubdelectura #clubdelecturall #encuentrosconescritoresll #encuentroszoomclubdelecturall #encuentroszoomconescritoresll #encuentroszoom #laconjuradelaniebla #labellagalucia Podéis pasaros por nuestro canal de YouTube y escuchar lo que Ángela nos contó sobre su obra https//www.YouTube.com/c/LocuraDeLibrosPepaMuñoz . (en Club de Lectura LL) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkAbSNVD73-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[seonu-nim]

NOMBRE : Kim Seon-u EDAD : 18 años NACIONALIDAD : Coreana PERSONALIDAD : Posee un carácter práctico, pero amplio a la vez. Es una persona como pocos. Egoísta con las cosas que son importantes (para él) y desinteresado todo el tiempo. No teme decir lo que piensa. Su apariencia como tal, da la impresión de ser alguien muy serio y tajante, pero realmente es noble y algo accesible.

Es sumamente amigable cuando le parece interesante una persona, y bastante cortante cuando no, por lo tanto es bastante selectivo. Se puede deducir que en su mente, solo concilia estar él y en obtener los primeros lugares de cada materia. Sin embargo, su corazón está lleno de sentimientos y buenas intenciones.

Por lo general, sus verdades son de mucho peso y relevancia.

Su desempeño académico en letras e historia es excelente, ya que es muy analítico, pero suele sufrir en matemáticas.

Poco emocional a simple vista, muy irónico, ingenioso e intelectualmente inquieto. En ocasiones resulta un tanto brusco, pero es muy cortés con las mujeres.

No es muy ordenado en la rutina cotidiana, pero es muy habilidoso, toca el violín con maestría, es un experto jardinero y cuando se aburre por falta de retos, suele escribir y dibujar.

HISTORIA : Es el hijo menor de la familia Kim, médicos desde las primeras generaciones y hacedores de grandes cambios en el país. La familia Kim es dueño y accionista de múltiples hospitales estéticos dentro del país y en el extranjero.

Seonu es el segundo y único hijo varón. Lleva una diferencia de ocho años con su hermana mayor, razón por la que se esmera mucho en aprender cosas complicadas y quizá, por ello posee una actitud tan madura para su edad.

A temprana edad se le inculcó el "negocio" familiar, sin siquiera preguntar si era del agrado de él y generándole un tic nervioso ante tanta exigencia, tic que suele pasar muy inadvertido pero que poco a poco va agravándose.

El esfuerzo en la vida de Seonu es diaria, ser el mejor le resulta muchas veces estresante.

A la edad de 15 años escuchó un rumor acerca de su concepción, aquel rumor terminaría enquistándose fuertemente en su corazón y torturándolo en algunas pesadillas. Hasta la fecha no ha preguntado por lo que escuchó. Algo en él lo detiene cuando quiere hacerlo.

CURSOS A LLEVAR: FRANCÉS, HISTORIA Y TEATRO DATOS DEL FC: Nojam TOP SECRET: Es adoptado. RELACIONES:

LEE MIMI / EX NOVIA - RELACIÓN TÓXICA : Conoce a Mimi desde siempre, pero como pareja sentimental desde el primer año de secundaria. La relación nunca fue la más sana cuando Mimi tocó el estrellado y sin darse cuenta, todo era un infierno. Las separaciones con Mimi siempre calaban en él, sin embargo, con el pasar del tiempo, empezó a desprenderse de lo que se conoce como responsabilidad afectiva. Ya nada le importaba, incluso, debes en cuando le sigue el juego a Mimi.

[devil-tess]

La luna llora sangre.

Días como estos en los que sigo llorando por mí. Por mi tiempo y mis intentos de acabar con el caos, para terminar haciéndolo más grande; acabar con las manos heridas y el corazón en la mano, chorreando borbotones de sangre. Aullaba de dolor y tú a lo lejos, viendo el desastre pues te encantaba fungir de espectador en la tormenta que tú mismo habías creado. Peleas interminables a gritos punzo cortantes, culpas repartidas y un puño de acusaciones que calaban y quemaban como un castigo, donde el invicto siempre serías tú, siempre tú.

Yo sólo tenía que recostar el cuello en la guillotina y esperar. Pero que jodido, me acostumbré a vivir en un matadero y rogarle a la luna que porfavor me ayudará a dejar de llorar.

Un día parar de llorar.