Yet Again - Blog Posts

16 year old Mikayla Miller was killed by 5 white teenagers and her body was strung from a tree. Despite this obviously being a racist, homophobic hate crime (Miller had broken up with her girlfriend a while before) the Hopkinton, MA police station refused to do a proper investigation or file a report. When Mikayla’s mom questioned the police, they threatened to release Mikayla’s sexuality to the press. 

Here is the link to a petition to get the District Attorney to look into the case:

https://secure.everyaction.com/9MnHP9OMREyLq4oeg7pH0A2

And here are some sources

Please sign and reblog so justice can be gotten for this child and her family. 

Chicken butt

Trasero de pollo

Got e'm

By the way, I saw your work on deviant art; I especially liked the ones about Amethio and Spinel, Amethio, Sprigatito and Liko. Also, the one with Roy and Liko arguing about who is classified as a protagonist. I mean the Pokémon people said that they were both protagonists, but we all know. we all know.

Por cierto, vi tu trabajo sobre el arte desviado; Me gustaron especialmente los de Amethio y Spinel, Amethio, Sprigatito y Liko. También, la de Roy y Liko discutiendo sobre quién se clasifica como protagonista. Quiero decir que la gente de Pokémon decía que ambos eran protagonistas, pero todos lo sabemos. Todos lo sabemos.

Credit to Google Translate - Crédito al traductor de Google

Also, what's your first language? - Además, ¿cuál es tu lengua materna?

Hey guess what

Oye, adivina qué

Tell me 😗

Decime 😗

happy normal fuckin day to everyone who doesnt celebrate christmas or rly any holidays today n tomorrow. hope you have an average day. hope its chill like any other

hiiii eternal sugar 😊

Weird dream is weird... yet again.

Several weeks ago, I’ve had another weird dream. Again, it was more-or-less random, though this time it was kinda “justified” by me loading “saves” in it. Among many scenes, which include flying helicopter in Airstrike 3D-like dream game, dealing with someone in warehouse on the second “playthrough” (I knew this time warehouse will be flooded, so I’ve took diver goggles. Don’t ask, it makes sense in context) and such, but there was one even weirder moment.

After loading one of the “saves”, I’ve found myself in some sort of clinic with eqiupment looking like it was from... later 80′s I think. In one of the rooms, there was an old man, who was giggling and such and looked like a little loony. On the table near his bed, there were several albums with rough drafts and blueprints. When I’ve took one of the albums, I’ve found it was mostly filled with my own drawings (and I’m pretty bad in it. Like, really bad.), but among them, there were this man’s drafts and even sort of blueprints for, guess who? Magearna! Even more, this man, for some reason, was calling her “quartz grandma”. Сould it be Nikola, who was somehow sent back in time into the Ancient Soris Empire and had gone crazy? Who knows.

Now Alphas in their rooms! :::D Betas

I drew lil cal looking away, i hope you guys are fine w/ that little change

(he’s really fre

i love sunsets, i love discovering new music, i love stargazing, i love walking, i love the smell of earth after it rains, i love coffee, i love the smell of books, i love quiet afternoons, i love open windows, i love the underlying flavors in food, i love poetry, i love freshly baked bread, i love painting my nails, i love flowers growing through cracks in the pavement. etc etc

neil spent his whole life trying to blend in and desperately avoiding being remembered, and i feel like a monumental moment that shows how much he’s changing is when he sees himself on the foxes’ photo wall. he even reaches out, ready to tear the picture down, but he hesitates and leaves it up which is just... huge

 he allows that small piece of himself to live on, he lets is stay there, and he even thinks ahead to the future. he thinks of being dead in a few months and of how that small picture will keep him in people’s memories, and for once, he WANTS to be remembered. he wants people to know that he lived and breathed and was a part of the palmetto state foxes. that he was, however briefly, part of their own little messed up, flawed, perfect family. for the first time in his life, he doesn’t want to let himself fade into oblivion 

and for the first time in his life, he’s ready to die if it means protecting the people he loves