#ez artz

[thelemonsqueezr]

when your co-parent sleeps around but you couldn't give less of a shit

based on this lol

#buddy daddies #art #suwa rei #kurusu kazuki #unasaka miri #ez artz #can be gay or platonic depending on how you feel about it lol

[beautiful-basque-country]

Baiona singing Mikel Laboa's - and unofficial Basque anthem - Txoria txori is so moving and impressive.

Mikel Laboa recorded it in 1974, at the end of Franco's dictatorship, but the lyrics are a poem that Joxean Artze wrote in 1957, in the middle of Franco's dictatorship:

Hegoak ebaki banizkio

If I had cut his/her wings

nerea izango zen

(s)he would be mine

ez zuen alde egingo.

(s)he would not have left.

Bainan, honela,

But, that way,

ez zen gehiago txoria izango

(s)he would no longer be a bird

Eta nik...

and I...

txoria nuen maite.

I loved the bird.

Like all poems, it has many levels: it can refer to the relationship we have with nature and animals, our idea of possession and beauty, our relationship with loved ones, and with the situation of the Basque language and people in times of dictatorship.

The poet himself admitted that he marveled at the number of different interpretations people made of his verses. However it is interpreted, it is a true anthem for Basque people as you can see and hear. Love iiiiit!!!

Source

#euskal herria #basque country #pays basque #pais vasco #euskadi #iparralde #baiona #lapurdi #festivities #Mikel laboa #euskera #euskara #basque #language #Video #Euskal musika

[ask-hextechjanna]

Do you have nice friends who let you live because you are a newbie or do they lovingly kill you because they’re demacian and demacians play to win

#fjkalw;dkjfkj after the tellstones thing i was inspired to draw more gals playing games #also very inspired by diazex #ez is probably dead in a corner first round #Modern AU blondie squad #artz

[qiyeou]

Lesson of the day: don’t trust Vi with the cooking

#lmao this is my header on my ask blog still #yes i like to poke fun at ez alot #janna #hextech janna #ezreal #vi #caitlyn #ask blog art #artz

[lavidadelosdias]

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50 / 365

Todo parece normal

no hay un hilo invisible

que dibuja tu mirada

de la realidad.

Permanezco allí

como en un sueño

y todo lo que existe

es un instante 

al despertar.

Everything seems normal 

 there is no invisible thread 

 that draws your look 

 of reality. 

 I stay there 

 as in a dream 

 and all what exists 

 it's a moment 

 upon awakening.

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Hegoak ebaki banizkio nerea izango zen, ez zuen alde egingo. Hegoak ebaki banizkio nerea izango zen, ez zuen alde egingo. Bainan, honela ez zen gehiago txoria izango Bainan, honela ez zen gehiago txoria izango eta nik... txoria nuen maite eta nik... txoria nuen maite.

Josean Artze Txoria Txori (Mikel Laboa)

Si le hubiera cortado las alas habría sido mío, no se me habría escapado. Si le hubiera cortado las alas habría sido mío, no se me habría escapado. Pero así, habría dejado de ser pájaro. Pero así, habría dejado de ser pájaro. Y yo... yo lo que amaba era el pájaro. Y yo... yo lo que amaba era el pájaro.

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Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto Me dio dos luceros, que cuando los abro Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado Y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto Me ha dado el oído que en todo su ancho Graba noche y día, grillos y canarios Martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos Y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario Con él las palabras que pienso y declaro Madre, amigo, hermano, y luz alumbrando La ruta del alma del que estoy amando

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos Playas y desiertos, montañas y llanos Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto Me dio el corazón que agita su marco Cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano Cuando miro al bueno tan lejos del malo Cuando miro al fondo de tus ojos claros

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto Así yo distingo dicha de quebranto Los dos materiales que forman mi canto Y el canto de ustedes que es mi mismo canto Y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto

Gracias a la vida Violeta Parra

Thanks to life, which has given me so much It has given me two eyes, and when I open them I clearly distinguish black from white And in the high sky, its starry depths, And from the crowds, the man that I love

Thanks to life, which has given me so much It has given me hearing, which in all its breadth Day and night records crickets and canaries, Hammers, turbines, barking, dark clouds, And the tender voice of my beloved one

Thanks to life, which has given me so much It has given me sound and the alphabet And with it the words to think and speak Mother, friend, brother, and the light that brightens The path of the soul of my loved one

Thanks to life, which has given me so much It has kept my tired feet walking With them I walked through cities and puddles, Beaches and deserts, mountains and plains And your house, your street and your courtyard

Thanks to life, which has given me so much It gave me my heart, which shakes its frame When I look at the fruit of the human brain When I look at good ones so far from bad ones When I look at the bottom of your light-color eyes

Thanks to life, which has given me so much It has given me laughter and it has given me tears Thus I distinguish between joy and pain, They are all elements of my song and of your song, which is all one and the same Thanks to life, which has given me so much

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Sentir las huellas de las palabras,

como ideas que fijan en el viento

los ecos del aire de nuestro tiempo.

Las calles del pasado

fuego de la luz de una voz.

Mientras visitas los sueños

de la verdad de la belleza.

Nacemos vivos con los muertos,

como amamos la vida,

en ese instante una sombra

traza el camino del reloj del amor.

Hay esperanza de llegar

al final del camino, 

son los ecos del silencio.

Feel the traces of the words,

as ideas that fix in the wind

the echoes of the air of our time.

The streets of the past

fire of the light of a voice.

While you visit the dreams

of the truth of beauty.

We are born alive with the dead,

how we love life,

in that instant a shadow

trace the path of the clock of love.

There is hope to get there

at the end of the road,

they are the echoes of silence.

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Todo lo que recuerdo

era un cielo sin infierno

un pájaro sin jaula

libre como la imaginación

Continúo mi viaje

hacia el centro del mundo.

Todo lo que pude ver

estaba construido en el amor.

Ahora que recuerdo,

todo esto existía 

antes del principio.

Calma en la tormenta de la vida

Agradezco de alguna manera

los placeres del mundo,

con un corazón de piedra,

en un paraíso en la tierra

y  seguir aún vivo.

Everything I remember

it was a heaven without hell

a bird without a cage

free as the imagination

I continue my trip

towards the center of the world.

Everything I could see

It was built in love.

Now that I remember,

all this existed

before the beginning.

Calm in the storm of life

I appreciate in some way

the pleasures of the world,

with a heart of stone,

in a paradise on earth

and still live.

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Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky

Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one

John Lennon - Imagine

Imagina que no hay Cielo, es fácil si lo intentas. Sin infierno bajo nosotros, encima de nosotros, solo el cielo.

Imagina a todo el mundo. viviendo el día a día... Imagina que no hay países, no es difícil hacerlo.

Nada por lo que matar o morir, ni tampoco religión. Imagina a toda el mundo, viviendo la vida en paz...

Puedes decir que soy un soñador, pero no soy el único. Espero que algún día te unas a nosotros, y el mundo será uno solo.

Imagina que no hay posesiones, me pregunto si puedes. Sin necesidad de gula o hambruna, una hermandad de hombres. Imagínate a todo el mundo, compartiendo el mundo...

Puedes decir que soy un soñador, pero no soy el único. Espero que algún día te unas a nosotros, y el mundo será uno solo.

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Los días llegan, 

los días se van.

Nada permanece,

queda la luz de las palabras,

los ecos de la memoria.

Una colección de instantes,

las edades de la vida.

El reloj suena

lágrimas, sonrisas,

llaman a la puerta.

La leyenda del tiempo,

nadie puede abrir semillas

en el corazón del sueño.

He conocido amaneceres,

días, crepúsculos y noches.

Aún no llegado el momento

pero podría ser pronto,

la vida sigue su curso,

días se van,

días llegarán.

The days arrive,

the days are gone.

Nothing remains,

the light of words remains,

the echoes of memory.

A collection of instants,

the ages of life.

The clock sounds

tears, smiles,

knock on the door

The legend of time,

nobody can open seeds

in the heart of the dream.

I have known sunrises,

days, twilights and nights.

The moment has not yet arrived

but it could be soon,

life goes on,

days are gone,

days will arrive.

[thelemonsqueezr]

based on this lmao

#buddy daddies #kurusu kazuki #suwa rei #unasaka miri #ez artz #i think about them every waking moment thay are my roman empire

[thelemonsqueezr]

kazuki out here on his second husband and he's rocking that widow gown 👀

yes i'm saying that yuzuki was the 1st husband

she might have been the one carrying the child, but kazuki was still the wife 🥰🥰🥰

rei's just an eepy lil guy...

based on this image that was going around twitter

#buddy daddies #kazurei #reikazu #ez artz #art #suwa rei #kurusu kazuki

[thelemonsqueezr]

"You look lonely... I can fix that."

(and he did)

i really like the lights and overall vibes of that scene (just like everyone else and their mother) and i wanted to try my hand at some painterly vibes cause it's been a while since i tried last

it's not really finished, but i also know myself well enough to say that it'll probably stay unfinished, so here it is lol ~

#buddy daddies #kazurei #reikazu #suwa rei #kurusu kazuki #blade runner 2049 #ez artz #fanart #idk he gives me rei vibes just sad and lonely and covered in blood #i had to do it to em

[thelemonsqueezr]

various BD doodles of varying quality

but mostly poor quality lol

rei is peak gender and kazuki is a milf idk

i sure hope kazuki didn't discover anything new about himself :)

#buddy daddies #kazurei #reikazu #fanart #kurusu kazuki #suwa rei #ez artz #i love them sm #i have so much art of them that i never finish and it's driving me up the wall #but i'm sorta on a writing kick at the moment #that's gotta count for something too #right?

[thelemonsqueezr]

something something demi/acespec ship dynamic it's good shit ok? fite me m8

#ship dynamics #ez artz #demisexual #acespec

[beautiful-basque-country]

May I say how it's absolutely inspiring that despite centuries and centuries of imperialism and persecution Basques still have their language alive and still use it on a daily basis? I must confess I find it quite embarassing that I only speak English and not Irish, especially since I *did* learn Irish, but I found it to be extremely hard and could not speak it properly.

Kaixo anon!

It's spoken on a daily basis way less that we'd like, however.

Your case is the case of many Basques, anon. Basque is mandatory in every school, may it be 100% of subjects - but Spanish and other languages - or as a second language. This last group (now minoritary but most millennials studied that way, so you can see how relatively young people have a dreadful basis of Basque language) struggles the most when speaking Basque, quite obviously.

Believe it, I was one of those who studied it as a second language at school and was in the same situation as you are: couldn't speak it and found it hard. But growing up I understood that this disposition to find Basque a super hard subject I had to study a lot to pass was nothing but a learnt attitude. I had my little problems with other subjects but never considered them as unattainable as Basque. I felt Basque was an imposition, why should I learn Basque!?, but never asked myself why should I learn English, or why should I learn Spanish literature. Somehow I noticed I had a disposition to reject Basque, and I personally feel it wasn't mine: dreadful Basque teachers who were also forced to learn it to keep their job, horrendous textbooks, and a whole Spanish-speaking (and Basque-excluding) circles took a toll on me. I understood I should leave those prejudices and reconnect with my language, my roots, and do my part so Basque doesn't die. I went to Basque classes and LOVED it, and forced myself to use it daily.

Sorry for the super long story of my journey with Basque, but what I wanted to say is that you don't have to feel embarrassed for not speaking Irish. I guess that you love the language - if not you wouldn't care about not speaking it - so you just need that click in your head that'd make you consider it a challenge instead of something impossible; a nice language to learn instead of a mandatory subject, a way to pay hommage to your people and make you a little prouder ^_^.

Citing J.J. Artze: Hizkuntza bat ez da galtzen ez dakitenek ikasten ez dutelako, dakitenek hitz egiten ez dutelako baizik - A language isn't lost because those who don't know it don't study it, but because those who know it don't speak it.

#euskadi #euskal herria #basque country #pais vasco #pays basque #euskera #euskara #basque #language #personal #anons

[ask-hextechjanna]

Janna, tired of all the paperwork necessary to grant her access to study the arcane artifacts locked deep underground in Piltover’s National museums, decided to get some hands on experience by tagging along with Ezreal on one of his explorations in the hopes of locating and studying some lost magical artifacts.

She quickly decided that the paperwork and vetting process wasn’t that bad.

#lol anyone recognize where ez’s dialogue comes from #artz #hc #ezreal #janna #blondie squad

[ask-hextechjanna]

When you grow up in Zaun, especially as an orphan, you either develop taste buds of steel and a stomach that can handle anything or end up dead. Good news is it prepares you to remain unaffected when a certain pink haired cop decides to dump extra chilli powder into everyone’s soup.

Caitlyn, I’d put that spoon down if I were you.

#rip ezreal u lived a good life #ok okk im sure ez probably can handle spice better than this #because god knows where he explores and whats available to eat there #but i just kinda like to poke fun at ezreal so :^) #anyways i have a lot of thoughts about cuisine in zaun #but my thoughts are all over the place and i need to slowly organize #so in the meantime have this doodle #artz #ezreal #vi #caitlyn