Queria compartilhar algo que dediquei bastante tempo para preparar: a minha playlist "Yoga & Meditation" no Spotify.
A música pode fazer uma grande diferença nos momentos em que precisamos de silêncio interno e tranquilidade. Sons da natureza também podem nos ajudar a voltar para esse espaço interior de quietude.
Essa playlist pode ser boa para ajudar a criar momentos de tranquilidade, meditação, criar um ambiente mais acolhedor, ou para quem usa músicas em atividades terapêuticas com esse perfil.
Dediquei um bom tempo escolhendo as faixas, ela conta com músicas minhas e de outros artistas, para criar um ambiente sonoro focado no bem-estar.
O que me fez gastar um tempo incrível para preparar a playlist é que estão inundando esse gênero com músicas de IA, o que dificulta muito encontrar artistas que fazem esse tipo de música.
Se você perceber que nessa playlist tem algo do tipo, por favor me comunique, para eu avaliar e remover. Se você gosta desse tipo de música, é legal priorizar artistas de verdade.
Caso goste da playlist e puder seguir no Spotify, eu agradeço muito. É uma grande forma de reconhecimento. Se puder seguir o meu perfil de artista também. Assim você vai poder ouvir os próximos lançamentos.
I think Itachi’s novel mentioned that the sharingan eyes see everything red (and if it doesn’t say that well I still like the concept) and I have the headcanon that each person’s chakra has its own color. So the sharingan sees the world in a red filter and over it people’s colorful chakra signatures. (I guess this makes them kind of sensors).
These comics are interpretations of how each Uchiha sees their lover’s chakra :>
Also tiny detail, Kakashi’s chakra is white/gray and I hc Obito’s as black, which is why Kakashi’s sharingan is black in the last panel.
“They asked me to tell you what it was like to be twenty and pregnant in 1950 and when you tell your boyfriend you’re pregnant, he tells you about a friend of his in the army whose girl told him she was pregnant, so he got all his buddies to come and say, “We all fucked her, so who knows who the father is?” And he laughs at the good joke…. What was it like, if you were planning to go to graduate school and get a degree and earn a living so you could support yourself and do the work you loved—what it was like to be a senior at Radcliffe and pregnant and if you bore this child, this child which the law demanded you bear and would then call “unlawful,” “illegitimate,” this child whose father denied it … What was it like? […] It’s like this: if I had dropped out of college, thrown away my education, depended on my parents … if I had done all that, which is what the anti-abortion people want me to have done, I would have borne a child for them, … the authorities, the theorists, the fundamentalists; I would have born a child for them, their child. But I would not have born my own first child, or second child, or third child. My children. The life of that fetus would have prevented, would have aborted, three other fetuses … the three wanted children, the three I had with my husband—whom, if I had not aborted the unwanted one, I would never have met … I would have been an “unwed mother” of a three-year-old in California, without work, with half an education, living off her parents…. But it is the children I have to come back to, my children Elisabeth, Caroline, Theodore, my joy, my pride, my loves. If I had not broken the law and aborted that life nobody wanted, they would have been aborted by a cruel, bigoted, and senseless law. They would never have been born. This thought I cannot bear. What was it like, in the Dark Ages when abortion was a crime, for the girl whose dad couldn’t borrow cash, as my dad could? What was it like for the girl who couldn’t even tell her dad, because he would go crazy with shame and rage? Who couldn’t tell her mother? Who had to go alone to that filthy room and put herself body and soul into the hands of a professional criminal? – because that is what every doctor who did an abortion was, whether he was an extortionist or an idealist. You know what it was like for her. You know and I know; that is why we are here. We are not going back to the Dark Ages. We are not going to let anybody in this country have that kind of power over any girl or woman. There are great powers, outside the government and in it, trying to legislate the return of darkness. We are not great powers. But we are the light. Nobody can put us out. May all of you shine very bright and steady, today and always.”
i am almost finished with “The Untamed” and I don’t think i am ever moving on from the xue yang/xiao xingchen yi city plotline. how devastatingly, disorientingly sad. because maybe things could have been different. the show doesn’t excuse or justify xue yang’s numerous crimes but it does ask the powerful question of what if.
wei wuxian and xue yang may have been begging on the same streets. what if the jiang clan had taken in xue yang instead? what if he ran into someone like wen qing who might have been able to heal his hand? what if he never touched the yin iron (which in my opinion, the exposure to the resentment certainly worsened his mental state)? what if he was imprisoned at cloud recesses instead? what if he never met meng yao? what if he met xiao xingchen before it all? what if someone, anyone, showed him kindness?
the “3 years later” title card made me feel such despair because he should have been bored after a week. but the previous xue yang never could have imagined such sweetness, peace, routine, the feeling of family possible. maybe he didn’t deserve it anymore. even so he was learning, albeit slowly, how to be human and how to love. knowing that he was capable of experiencing that kind of love - and then losing it - that grief completely destroyed him. to the point even years later he’s increasingly desperate to find ways to bring his daozhang back. he’s willing to work with the one who (probably) injured him originally on the long shot of forging the amulet, not to gain power or incite chaos, but to “save” xiao xingchen. he’s still holding his piece of candy until the very second he finally dies.
it’s just so, so devastating to know that even the most irredeemable, the most “disgusting” of us were, at one point in time, possible to save. if only.
Imagine a cannibal being so in love with you that they DAILY feel a stab of HUNGER for you, but they don’t want to EAT you instead they are just content and nourished by the mere sight of you. Imagine being so loved by someone. Mr. Darcy has NOTHING on Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
