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Real Spanish 101. Today's lesson: -azo. You are already aware of how hard and weird Spanish sounds. But, this unique suffix being added to base words, nouns usually, will REALLY have you rubbing your head. Here are some base words and their translation, followed by the added suffix and it's new enhanced translation.
Chancleta/ Sandals or flip-flops.
Chancletazo : Threat.
Escoba/Broom.
Escobazo : Threat.
Correa/Belt.
Correazo : Threat.
Galleta/Cracker or cookie.
Galletazo: Threat. Not to be confused with Bofeta, which if you haven't been paying attention, is also: Threat.
Burro/Donkey.
Burrunazo: Threat.
Coco/coconut.
Cocotazo: Threat. * Note the addition of the 't' for phonic effect and additional Threat. Because 'cocazo' sounds like a drink. And that's a different lesson.
And my personal favorite and all-time classic:
Sarten/ Frying pan
Sartenazo: Threat.
For those apt enough to notice the pattern, it would be prudent of you to keep a keen ear and pay specific attention to yourself, your surroundings, make note of the numbers of exits and the quickest paths to said exits, whenever you even think you heard -azo. Your life or the life of a loved one may very well depend on it. Be vigilant, y salvesen un cantazo.
oh... and te quiero... evidently never ever, ever, ever means I love you. As told by Spanish speaking expert. :: shrugs::
I fight a silent battle, every waking moment. Wondering if things would be easier for my daughter if I just stop fighting to protect her. The more I try to be a part of her life the more she suffers at the hands of those few whose priorities are far from my daughter's well being. The more I make her safety and happiness my primary concern, the more she's dragged through petty, hurtful and damaging situations. Situations she is beginning to resent and I am trying my best to ease those emotions and explain to her that people are just careless at times and that she is very much loved and cared for.
I suffer as well, that is no secret. But the furthest thing from my mind is easing my pain. I just simply will breathe easily, and contently knowing that I am doing everything within my breathing power to take good care of my Littlefoot. Knowing she is safe and being treated well. Being taught properly and nurtured in a healthy way. Being taught values and behaviors that ease her way through life as well as make her a fantastic human being, as she's already showing to be. To grow and indulge in her interests and play and laugh and enjoy any and all the hobbies that she can. That is a small fraction of the things I wish for her and what I fight every day to provide her. Why anyone would be against this is beyond me.
I relate to Klaus one a few levels here. And far be it for me to drop myself down to threats and empty promises. I thought I knew anger when I was betrayed in life. I thought I knew pain and heartbreak at my partner's indiscretions. I knew nothing until I had my daughter taken from me and our time together denied and toyed with as if she were merely a pawn to cause me pain. Pain because I want to be in her life and want to raise her. The irony of the father that wants nothing to do with his kids having them thrown at him does not escape me. Alas, since it is known that it hurts to not have her, she is kept from me. Like a toy. No consideration for the implications and complications that will inevitably cause her, a living, breathing, feeling person, to deal with later on, and is already dealing with.
This has been a significant source for a deep well of sorrow and depression and consequently, anger. Watching this show has put an interesting perspective on what rage and hatred can do. There is a deepening hurt and animosity within me where my daughter is concerned. Any and all who have caused her pain, have placed her in danger and have neglected her have gained an immovable place in my heart's every portrayal of fury, acrimony, fury, enmity, ire and rage. Any and all synonyms for hate. Because all I want is for her to be safe and happy. And in feeling this hatred, I've had to swallow it... curb it. Use it for my daughters own benefit that includes letting her be near people that were reprehensibly, utterly irresponsible with her and her care, for the sake of her smiling for a few moments. So my anger, my loathing, my utter resentment of those responsible for the situations she's suffered... and is suffering, has a control. It will always have a control, for as long as my daughter's well being is my absolute goal. I jest with you not... Niklaus' uncontrollable animosity for those that hurt who he cares for... will be preferred to what I have imagined in my brooding.
My daughter's smile is like air to me. I struggle to breathe when she's sad or upset at even a sad movie scene. Her heart is enormous, her kindness incredible. She does not deserve this. Any of what she is being put through. Her eyes are my light and her hugs... are my reminder that she needs me, if for nothing else... be there for her to hug tightly whenever she needs it or wants it. Her random tackles and squeezes remind me that I have become a part of her life that she wants around. Her anger and sadness at not being able to see me... a reminder that I am of value in her life.... and that I should stop questioning my role. But when she suffers more and more due to my fight to remain in her life.... I always wonder what would be better for her.... and the answer isn't always so easy to arrive at. Yet... here I am. Unwavering. Not yet a myth...
I had a dream once.... not long after she learned to ride her bike. It was... in essence... a portrayal of all this and how it feels to me. I crashed and stumbled... slipped and skid, fell and toppled down along a seemingly endless mountainside. But I would stop... claw, reach and grasp for anything to slow my violent decent... Every time I heard something faintly echoing in the gray surrounding me... I gained strength and found a new grip. I'd slip again... and tumble further but I would hear something just slightly louder and and slow my plummeting one again... I gripped long enough to wonder what it was... I listened. Determined to figure out what it was that was filling me with the will to not let go... and just keep falling, breaking and smashing on my way down. I held tightly... not tired but weak. I listened... and finally heard it. I heard my daughter. Calling out to me. Nervously... but fully and absolutely trusting me. Depending on me... And all she was saying over and over in my dream as I heard her more clearly and closer... "Daddy! Don't let go!" I gripped tighter... and I woke. Tears in my eyes and a smile on my face from hearing my daughter say those exact words to me just a day ago, as I ran along side her the first and last time I needed to hold her to keep her balance... teaching her to ride her bike.
So I present to you, a mere glimpse of what resonates within me with every breath.
Do you truly, honestly... know what it is like to live your life while there are people out there who wish you harm? That hate your every drawn breath? That upon given chance, short of anything illegal, will cause you harm at every turn? That want to take away anything from you that makes you happy?
Do you know, what it is to have an enemy?
I consistently wish the worst upon the earth... Wish continent wide catastrophes would occur and open the eyes of so many blind people. Not because I'm sick(or maybe I am)... but because I want people at some level, understand the lack of peace of mind that I have. I am not a soldier, nor a cop. Not a paramedic, nor a surgeon. Not an intake nurse, nor a refugee... But I promise you... the mental and emotional anguish I have drawn upon myself due to one singular source.... relationships... has left me all but a walking disaster.
The vastness that sits before me echoes back my voice in shrills and tears...
I have been absolutely guilty of this. Perhaps even more along the lines of "if i suffer through enough, the sporadic ease of mind and happy times with any said person will be worth it... "
COMMENTS
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XbluesandX
21:55 Aug 28 2018
All those words mean threat?
Weird.
Slain
17:42 Aug 30 2018
LOL.