Veljko Krulčić: KAKO JE MILAN TRENC DOČEKAO DUHA (Posvećeno Željku Jelenskom)
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Nažalost, niti uz najbolju volju nisam imao mogucnost prije tri dana, bio je petak, trinaesti u mjesecu, da ispratim na Mirogoju, nešto iza podneva, u bolja prisjećanja dragog Željka Jelenskog, veliko ime ovdašnje umjetnosti fotografije.
Artistu i profesionalcu od “glave do pete”.
Bio je nešto stariji od mene, poznavali smo se i pomalo druzili u našem mladenačkom…
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Unexpected Surprise
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Summary: The reader surprises her husband during one of their conventions for the final season of Supernatural.
Warnings: None
MASTERLIST
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From where I stood backstage I could hear the crowd of Supernatural fans burst into laughter over the story Jensen was telling them about that involved our four year old son tumbling off his bike down the little hill at the park near our house. I didn’t have to pull the curtain to see his reactions as there was a monitor back here and judging by the grin on his face I could tell what was coming next.
“So now Miles is at the bottom of the hill quiet as a lamb and I kid you not, this was Y/N’s reaction. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, MILES!” Jensen was now out of his seat mimicking the way I chased after Miles that day which only sent the crowd into another fit of laughter.
“Oh hell no, can I have a mic?”
The thing is neither Jensen nor Jared knew that I hopped on a flight to come to their con in Vancouver so me stepping on stage is bound to take them both by surprise. The assistant handed me a microphone and I climbed the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered even more when I came into their line of sight.
“Meanwhile this was Jensen, HE’S GOT HIS HELMET ON HE’S FINE!” I tried to drop my voice to mimic him and he immediately turned to look at me with such disbelief written on his face.
“Y/N!” Jared pushed Jensen out of the way on his way over to me; the tall beast picked me up with his arms wrapped around me in a bone crushing hug, if nobody that knew a thing about us they’d swear that the moose was my husband with his enthusiasm.
“I haven’t seen my beautiful wife in two weeks and you pushed me out of the way to get to her first. Put her down now!” Jared turned to look at him and from the monitor on this side of the stage I could see Jared sticking his tongue out at his friend refusing to put me down just yet.
“I haven’t seen her in three weeks so shh.” Since my arms were squished to my sides I couldn’t do anything more than stick my face into the crook of his neck which had the fans cooing at the sight.
“I missed you too Jared, now put me down, the air is thin up here.” Finally giving in, Jared placed my feet back onto the ground and steadied me only for my husband to do the same thing but this time I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands immediately found their place in his grown out hair.
“Hi handsome.”
“Hi beautiful lady, this is a nice surprise.” Jensen took a couple steps back to where his stool is and the way that he did it so effortlessly too had the crowd whistling suggestively. Once I was seated Jensen brought his mic up to his mouth.
“Get your minds out of the gutter.” Although he used his dad voice, his face was saying the complete opposite, happy with the fact that his fans now had a memory that they’re never going to forget.
“Where’s my kid?”
“He’s napping in one of the rooms backstage, where are my manners? Hi everyone, how are we doing tonight?” The fans cheered once more and I took that as a good sign. Jensen nudged my legs open so that he could stand between them with his back to me and just as if we were home, I didn’t hesitate to rake my fingers up his back and through his hair. By the look on Jensen’s face, the fans could tell how much he had missed my touch and if we’re being honest, I missed having him around too.
“Look at him, he’s like a puppy.” Jared shouldn’t be the one to talk when he himself is a sucker for head scratches.
“Says the actual puppy.”
“You know Jay I’ve gotta say, you do look extra handsome today. Dark colours really look good on you.” The olive green shirt and his black jeans was an excellent pairing.
“Thanks darlin and you look gorgeous as always. Alright, back to why we’re really here. See, my wife shows up here and threw me off, we were taking questions. Who’s the next lucky person?” Jared squinted his eyes to search the crowd until his eyes landed on the Castiel cosplayer.
“You in the trench coat, let us haveth thy question.”
“Uh hi, my name’s Sara and my question isn’t about the show but it’s for the Ackles.” A woman’s voice filled the auditorium and by her tone I could guess what her question was going to be.
“Shoot.”
“What is one thing that you both love that your son does and do you guys plan on having another one?” Jensen dramatically leaned back on me at the second part to her question, he hadn’t voiced his opinion on having another kid running around the house so this should be fun.
“Miles is a mama’s boy and every night he makes sure that Y/N is the one who feeds him his dinner, gives him his bath and cuddles with him until he falls asleep and from my point of view I adore their bond, I think it’s amazing.”
“Miles is at the age now where you know, kids mimic what they see and his new thing is wearing daddy’s hat backwards and he’d get me to fill his sippy cup with juice or water so that he could join Jensen on the couch to watch whatever he’s watching on tv.”
“I actually saw the photo you had posted on Instagram about that and I thought that it was cute, he’s Jensen’s mini-me.”
“Definitely and about baby number two, Y/N and I haven’t discussed it but I’m sure if it does happen we’ll both be over the moon about it.”
I didn’t fly all the way from Texas to Vancouver, Canada to just see Jensen, I came because I had something important to tell him and this lovely lady set it up so nicely for me to break the news.
“You know I’m so glad you said that Jay because we’ve got give or take six months left of being a family of three.” Jensen didn’t fully process my words until the crowd went insane at my announcement. He immediately turned around to face me, shocked by what I said.
“What? You- shut up!”
“Surprise!” He cupped my face in his hands before planting a celebratory kiss on my lips.
“When did you find out?”
“Yesterday and I hopped on a flight first thing this morning to come tell you.” Jared bounded over to wrap his arms around Jensen.
“Congratulations you two!”
“Thank you Jared.”
I didn’t want to take up anymore time on their stage so I quickly kissed Jensen’s cheek and told him that I’ll see him afterwards. I waved to everyone in the crowd on my way off the stage and passed the mic back to the assistant.
For the rest of the panel, the boys messed around on stage and Jensen got a whole lot of congratulations on our growing baby inside of me. Coming closer to the end Miles woke up from his nap and Jay called out for me to rejoin them on stage.
“Daddy!” Miles stretched for his father and Jensen immediately took him from me, happy to finally have his son back in his arms. The band played music to close off the event and some of the other cast members came out on stage to join the fun. With Miles on his hip, Jensen pulled me into his side to kiss me once more in the midst of all that’s going on around us.
Although we hadn’t planned for another one, I have no doubt in my mind that he or she is going to be loved unconditionally by us and by extension, the Supernatural family.
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Sé lo que quiero: una mujer fea y limpia, con senos grandes, que me diga: ¿qué es eso de andar inventando cosas?, nada de dramas, ¡venga aquí inmediatamente! –y me dé un baño tibio, me ponga un camisón blanco de lino, trence mi cabello y me meta en la cama, muy enfadada, diciendo: ¿qué es eso?, andar por ahí sola, comiendo fuera de horas, que hasta va a coger una enfermedad, déjese de inventar tragedias, piense que es grande y buena la vida, tómese esa taza de caldo caliente.
Me alza la cabeza con la mano, me cubre con una sábana grande, aparta algunos mechones de mi frente ya blanca y fresca, y me dice, antes de que yo me duerma mansamente:
va a ver qué pronto engorda esa carita, olvide tonterías y quédese ahí, como una niña buena. Alguien que me recoja como un perro humilde, que me abra la puerta, me regañe, me alimente, me quiera severamente como a un perro, eso es lo que quiero, como a un perro, como a un hijo.
Clarice Lispector, Cerca del corazón salvaje.
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Yesterday's posts made me think of this song that I love. It's also a song inspired by the maquis (guerrilla fighters against Franco's dictatorship), or so I have always interpreted.
I si demà no tornara ("If I don't come back tomorrow") by the Valencian band Obrint Pas.
Here's the lyrics in Valencian-Catalan and the translation to English:
La por em desvetla
a les nits sense dormir
i sent el vell revòlver
que descansa sobre el pit
en aquest bosc humit
els silenci és l’enemic
a trenc d’alba partim
seguint les llums del matí
Fear keeps me up
on sleepless nights
and I feel the old revolver
that rests on my chest.
In this humid forest
silence is the enemy.
At the break of dawn we leave
following the morning lights.
Travessem l’aurora
entre els cingles del massís
en aquestes muntanyes
sobreviure és resistir
hem canviat mil cops de nom
però tots sabem qui som
guerrillers supervivents
combatents de l’últim front
We cross the sunrise
among the mountain range's cliffs.
In these mountains,
to survive is to resist.
We have changed our names a thousand times
but we all know who we are:
surviving guerrilla fighters,
combatants of the last front.
Unes flames roges
cremem el nostre horitzó
la casa on dormirem
és un esquelet de foc
han matat el masover
ens solia refugiar
anit em va somriure
quan ens vam acomiadar
Red flames
burn in our horizon:
the house where we slept
is a skeleton of fire.
They have killed the sharecropper,
he used to take us in,
last night he smiled at me
when we said goodbye.
La lluna ens recorda
que som com estels errants
ombres d’una guerra
perduda en sendes de fang
i quan la foscor em venç
acaricie en soledat
un record en blanc i negre
el motiu del meu combat
The moon reminds me
that we're like shooting stars,
shadows of a war
lost in muddy paths
and when darkness beats me
I caress in solitude
a memory in black and white,
the reason for my fight.
I si demà no tornara
al lloc on et vaig deixar
vull que recordes que un dia
joves com nosaltres vam marxar a lluitar
armats d’amor i coratge
i un clavell roig amagat
combatrem fins l’últim dia
sota bandera de la llibertat
And if tomorrow I don't come back
to the place where I left you
I want you to remember that one day
young people like us left to go fight
armed with love and courage
and a hidden red carnation
we'll fight until the last day
under the flag of freedom.
(Repeat lyrics)
The voices towards the end of the song, before the last chorus, are reading the names and ages of some of the antifascist fighters who were executed by Franco's dictatorship. Some of the voices overlap so I'm not 100% sure of all, but this is what I hear:
Àgueda Campos Barrachina, 29 years old.
Isabel Sáenz González, 24 years old
Agustí Jofre Capelinos, 50 years old
Emilio (?), 16 years old
(?), 29 years old
(?)
(?), 34 years old
Emilio Caballero, 29 years old
(?) Cabrera, 57 years old
Vicenta Pont(?) Ferrer, 30 years old.
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