#skada

[winterisol]

I want to make a skuba, mada edit so badly, but idk if there is enough content of them to make an edit. Idk, maybe I'll make a crack edit of them saying crazy shit to each other

[bambivirus]

“They are blanket companions,” quoth Great Alta. “They are to one another sword and shield, shadow and light. I would have you learn of war so you may live in peace.”

And she set them down on the bloody plain for their schooling.

- White Jenna, Jane Yolen

[lemmeg0]

Skadarlija/Bohemian quarter, Belgrade

Skadarlija is a vintage street close to the city center of Belgrade. It is also called Bohemian quarter similar to Paris’ Montmartre. Though it is not as bohemian in nature as it was once, it has still maintained its old atmosphere and spirit to some extent and you can find cobblestone pavements here.

Skadarlija street

This street is named after the old Serbian town Skadar, which is on the territory of Albania today. Skadarlija started transforming into a bohemian quarter when a famous kafana/tavern called Dardaneli on Republic Square was closed and Serbian poets, painters, artists moved to Skadarlija’s inns/kafanas. 

You can still visit some restaurants like Three Hats, My Hat, Two Deer and Golden Chalice where you can get authenrit Serbian food, from the old time where Serbian artists would sit down and discuss about life, arts, and politics.

My Hat restaurant

Strolling down the road, we saw the house of the famous Serbian poet Djuro Jaksic. We saw his statue at the Danube Park in Novi Sad too. He must be some hot shot. Today it has been converted into a gathering point for poets participating in the Skadarlija Evenings event and even you can go inside for free. 

Monument to Djuro Jaksic, one of the most famous poets of Serbia

There is a famous sibilj fountain at the end of the street, which is a replica of the fountain in Sarajevo’s Old Town. 

Skadarlija is a perfect place to go back to the old times and experience how Belgrade used to be 100-200 years ago. With its short cobblestones street, authentic Serb food serving restaurants, various monuments of famous people who used to visit this place, it makes a perfect getaway from all the modernization momentarily. 

Monument to traveling actor

               “My name is Skadarlija…or Skadarska street, however you like it. I am no boulevard....or avenue.…or highway. I am a common steep curved alley in the middle of Belgrade. And that would be everything meaningful to be told about me if it wouldn’t be for my bohemian history, my crumbling roofs, my shaking chairs…” - Zuko Dzumhur

[winterisol]

decisions of the past (1/6)

Adam and Logan meet for the first time at a Tier 2 LAN event. Or is it the first time? Or the moment where Adam accidentally flirts with Logan because he has no impulse control, and Logan comes to accept he has an eldritch-shaped creature after his heart.

AO3 Link: Here

Adam crouched off to the side of the hallway, shoulders hunched and eyes glued to his phone as he mindlessly scrolled through TikTok. He was trying to be a polite teammate, waiting for Victor to finish using the bathroom. But instead, he was becoming a comical sight. A six-foot-four teenager with hair covering half his face, huddled in a corner like a scorned toddler.

The venue hallway buzzed with noise, even this far from the main stage. The sound of people working echoed faintly through the facility, staff hurrying past with tangled cables around their arms, and every few seconds, someone in a jersey or black staff uniform shoving through the double doors at the end of the corridor.

Adam however, barely noticed any of it. Instead, scrolling mindlessly through his phone, quietly smirking at the stupid shit his friends sent him through TikTok. As he clicked on another TikTok, the bathroom door burst open. And a blur of white and mint green slammed directly into him.

“Whoa—” His shoulder hit the wall first, then his knees hit the floor. His phone skidded several feet away with a clatter.

“I’m so sorry,” the other person blurted out breathlessly, sounding like they’d just sprinted a marathon.

“Nah, you’re a good man,” Adam reassured automatically, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood. “I was kinda sitting in the middle of the—”

He looked up properly.

Oh.

The kid standing in front of him wore an Oxygen Esports jersey, with mint green accents, slightly oversized sleeves, and a wrinkled hem like they’d been tugged on nervously all day. Their hair was fluffy, looking so soft that Adam immediately wondered what it would feel like to run his hand through it. 

What the fuck?

“-Hello? Your phone?” They said while staring at him with wide eyes.

Adam blinked. They were holding his phone out toward him. Right. Be normal for once. Focus.

“I ‘preciate it, man,” Adam said, taking the phone but not really looking at it. “But could you do one better? What about your phone number?” The words left his mouth before his brain could probably think them through. 

Fucking hell, Adam inside thoughts.

For a second, the shorter man looked genuinely stunned. Then a fierce blush spread across their cheeks so quickly that Adam almost laughed. Their eyes scrunched up, disappearing halfway under all that fluffy hair.

Cute. Ridiculously cute. His brain supplemented unhelpfully.

“I mean so we could duo on ranked together.” Adam added, flustered.

They tilted their head and smiled, a sly little smirk that caught Adam completely off guard. “Uh huh, sure. I’m Logan, by the way. And I’ll give you my number if I win my game.”

Adam barked out a laugh. “That’s evil.”

“You started it.” Logan motioned, with his hands vaguely.

“Fair point.” Adam conceded, scolding his own expression as if it wasn’t already obvious how smitten he was. It’s to duo queue and nothing else, mhm.

Logan crossed their arms, leaning casually against the wall now that neither of them was actively falling over. “What team are you with?”

Adam tugged lightly at the sleeve of his dark jersey. “Shopify. I was on Luminosity last year.”

“No way.”

“What?”

“You’re Mada?” Logan squinted at him harder now, like they were finally putting the pieces together.

Adam snorted. “Uh, yeah, why, man?”

“Oh my god,” Logan muttered, laughing under their breath. “I think I have you and your duo muted because you were trolling voice comms on ranked a few weeks ago.

“Honestly? That's fucking hilarious.” Adam laughed, thinking back to a very late night, where he was definitely fooling around, finding joy in his new soundboard feature.

“So,” Logan asked, grinning as he spoke, “What brings you to sitting on the floor in front of the bathrooms?”

“Waiting for my teammate who’s blowing up the toilet, so we can both get yelled at for missing our pre-match meeting together.” Adam solemnly responds. An awkward silence almost settled between them before Adam leaned back against the wall beside them.

“So,” he said, “why were you sprinting like someone was chasing you out of the bathroom?”

“Well, I was going to be late for my— Oh shit.” Logan groaned, rubbing his face into his hands.

Adam looked down at his phone, it said 2:17 PM. “You have like fifteen minutes left before you need to get on stage for a tech check.”

“Yeah, sorry, I need to go.” Logan sighed, moving to leave. But Adam instinctively reached to grab his wrist, whispering, “You better win.”

Logan crossed his arms again. “Hmm?” Raising an eyebrow.

“I already told you. I’m cheering for that win.” Adam said.

Something softened briefly in Logan’s expression. “Then I guess I can’t lose now.”

Adam grinned. “Good. Because I’m expecting that number afterward.”

Watching Logan disappear down the hall, Adam found himself grinning like an idiot.

“You good, Adam?” A voice behind him called, causing him to jump.

“You done blowing the toilet up?” He snarked back at Victor, running a hand through his hair as if it would disguise his smile. 

It didn’t.

Victor stared at him oddly before saying, “Bro, did you hit your head while waiting for me? What is this dopey ass grin you’re giving me?” Victor’s expression was equally confused and bemused by his teammate’s sudden change in demeanor.

“No, I just saw something funny on Tiktok. Also I just had a short Oxygen kid knock into me. But he was nice enough about it.” Adam casually brushed off. 

“Everyone is shorter compared to your giraffe-looking ass,” Victor said, shaking his head. “Well, let's go then idiot. I have a feeling today’s VOD review won’t be any shorter just because we won.”

Adam nodded, trying and failing to suppress a smile. Because somewhere across the venue, Oxygen Esports was probably getting ready to walk onstage. And Adam, despite having won his own match today, suddenly cared a completely unreasonable amount about whether Logan won his.

[skadaai]

AI workflows at the speed of thought

[tryingtounderstandbrainheart]

Det var inte en muskelslitning som Tobbe trodde, det var frusen skuldra. Först tyckte jag det var SÅ skönt att gå till fysioterapeuten och ha en fysisk åkomma som är sådär lagom. Han pratade med mig som att jag var, jag vet inte ...sportig? :D Sådär ytligt och prata om muskler och inflammerad slemsäck och kortisonsprutor. Det lät nästan lite häftigt. Nästan...sportskada? Sen att han stod så nära och var tvungen att dra och hålla på vaju...personal space gone.

När jag kom hem så kollade Tobbe upp lite, precis som jag misstänkte. Dock var det massa sjukdomar som var kopplade till detta och plötsligt stod det jävligt obehagliga fysiska grejer såsom väldigt högt kolesterol, diabetes, stroke o där nånstans så tappade jag energin. Plötsligt blev jag liten, rädd och jag kände mig hotad.

SJUKDOMAR..!

Jag satte mig och kollade på videon han länkade och det var fullt med övningar och hålla i konstiga lägen i 30 sekunder när det gör ont och grejer. Hon var sådär sportig att hon till o med hade på sig en träningströja i videon och lite sådär... avsaknad av känslor. Laga allt med fysiska medel kinda gal.

...

Jag gick till chatpgt och bara...kan du ta fram ett holistiskt program för frusen skuldra? och det blev mycket övningar och mat och grejer men det var inte riktigt det jag var ute efter. Så jag söker vidare och ber om en spirituellt perspektiv och program. BAM. Där. djupet.

För jag tror att under all den här stelheten och smärtan så är det något annat. Precis som att kronan på trädet ser helt annorlunda ut än dess rotsystem. Jag ville ner till roten. Vad har hänt? Vad säger axeln till mig?

Det är för mycket.

Det är för stora ansvar och jag skiter i det

Jag vägrar

Jag går hem

Jag är otrygg

Bära halva världen på mina axlar

Det känns som att den är överansträngd och gått och gömt sig. Det känns som den behöver lirkas fram och våga titta ut lite ibland igen. Utan alla 77 ansvar. Få sitta i solen och dricka en kopp kaffe typ. Lugnet.

Kortison tror jag är lite som nån som kommer in och här kan du inte sitta. Kom med här nu. Titta solen..! Här finns det nog inte ett nej. Om du inte gör det här blir du fast härinne..!

Det är nåt blindfolded och falalala. Nåt vägra. Det är för Tungt!!

Nånstans där är min axel. Jag tror jag ska börja där.

[kompasskurs]

Av alla mänskliga band är nagelbanden de starkaste

Nu till dagens i-landsproblem – jag har brutit av en nagel! Ja, det må vara en total petitess, men ibland känns det som en total katastrof. Jag har aldrig förstått hur mycket man använder en nagel, hur ofta vänster tumnagel faktiskt används. Men tro det eller ej – den är oerhört användbar. Häromdagen skulle jag knyta upp knuten på ett rep och tar i med vänster tumnagel för att få upp knuten. Det…

Av alla mänskliga band är nagelbanden de starkaste

[orsakullan]

Första dagen på fyra månader utan skydd för såret.

Första dagen på fyra månader utan skydd för såret.

Idag kom dagen när jag äntligen för första gången sedan olyckan i november slipper ha skydd för benet. Ärret ser fint ut och benet kan ju alltså slippa skydd. Jag får ju frågor om benet. Det gör ont till och från, har jag gått länge värker det, jag kan inte stå på knä och vissa rörelser är gör ont. Känseln är fortfarande inte tillbaka och om jag rör området känns det obehagligt som att benet…

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