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ᗪᗩEᑎEᖇYᔕ TᗩᖇGᗩᖇYEᑎ Iᔕ ᗰY ᑫᑌEEᑎ, ᖇIGᕼTᖴᑌᒪ ᑫᑌEEᑎ Oᖴ TᕼE ᔕEᐯEᑎ KIᑎGᗪOᗰᔕ, & ᗪIᗪ ᑎOTᕼIᑎG ᗯᖇOᑎG 🔥🔥 ☠️ BECAUSE I WAS DEPRIVED OF THE LIGHT, I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE DARKNESS ~ Ⱥƀøᵾŧ Mɇ: ℤ𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔 𝕄𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 · ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕖𝕟 𝕃𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 · 𝕊𝕝𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟 · 𝕀ℕ𝕋ℙ · 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕞 ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 & 𝕃𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 · 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 ℕ𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕝 · 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕟 𝕃𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 · 𝕆𝕤𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕠𝕥 𝕃𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 👑🐉🐍 ⛤⛤⛤ 🅿🅾🅻🅸🆃🅸🅲🅰🅻 🆂🆃🅰🅽🅲🅴: 𝙇𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙋𝙧𝙤 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙄𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙖, 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙞 𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙢, 𝘿𝙚-𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙚, 𝙀𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 & 𝘼𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ⛤⛤⛤ (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Anti white nationalism/supremacy/ethnostate ♥ (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Anti U.S. centrism ♥ (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Anti European centrism ♥ 💀💀Ḑ̷̡̛̻̖͚̖̩͔͓̜̉̂́͠e̵͎̠͉̼̘̯͎̖̽̉̍͌́a̵̡͔̭͎̟̘̦͇͚̋̔̈̈́̿̄̓͝t̵̟̙̳̞͍͔͝h̸̨͎̦͍̯̰̣͓̒2̵̧̢͔͖̘͎̲̯̤̝̒̏̔͆̍̊̄͝͝Ȧ̵̩̜̊̓͌̀m̷̨̡͇̹̰̠͓͚̘̅͗̓̃́̾͐̀͗͜ę̴̤͔̥̭͉͂̃͗͒̀̇̈́͘͠r̴̲̆̒̅̈́̄͌ḯ̶̭͔̫̱͕͙̀͝ĉ̸͇̈́̿͘̕ā̸̡͖͕̞̙̦̙̅̽͜ 💀💀 U may call me Kurami. On here I will post positive Mexican news, reblog Yu-Gi-Oh (all series, but mostly ARC-V because it's my fave ygo), Game of Thrones, South Park, Gotham, Team Rocket, SPN Angels, DB/Z/Super (mainly canon things - which to me is basically, 'the word of god' aka everything Akira Toriyama), Slytherin stuff, and Gravity Falls. As well as other stuff I like and agree on. 💧❄☁

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    dragon-ball-meta

    I was looking at the image you posted showing all Gero's different creations and I was wondering what kind of artificial human #8 is. He's obviously based on Frankenstein's Monster, but does that mean he's also a bunch of corpses sewed together? Or is he a cyborg like #17 and 18, or totally artificial like #16

    Eighter is completely artificial, as confirmed by Toriyama in a Q&A in "Dragon Ball Full Color: Artificial Humans & Cell Arc Vol 2"

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    writing-prompt-s

    You’re the most recognised and internationally praised superhero, but you don’t fight any crime. Instead, you use your powers over stone and metal to repair the damage caused by the catastrophic fights other heroes get into.

    fakecrfan

    They didn’t call you a superhero when you started. You didn’t claim to be one, either. 

    You didn’t have a costume or a sponsor or training or anything like that. You were just a kid who had just seen your entire world knocked down. So, in a moment of childish determination and belief, you thought you could fix it all. 

    The first emergence of your powers wasn’t a huge triumphal moment. Moving stone and earth and steel doesn’t matter if you don’t know anything about how to stack things up so they don’t fall back over again. 

    Your first attempts crashed right back down again. That was your first lesson. 

    Even when you got good at what you did, they didn’t call you a superhero. 

    You still didn’t have a costume, but you’d gotten your hands on every architectural diagram you could and done plenty of practice. Then you started to show up to the aftermath of battles and put them quietly together again. 

    But it still wasn’t right. You couldn’t do much if you didn’t have the diagrams for the buildings demolished–if the city planners didn’t let you have them.

    So you stitched together a costume, something bright and colorful that would grab the attention of the cameras on the scene afterward as you tried to work. 

    “Look! Someone’s putting those houses back together!” 

    The effect was instantaneous. The moment you’d grabbed public attention, there were requests for interviews, think pieces–each giving you a platform to ask for the help you needed. 

    This was your second lesson. 

    You didn’t call yourself a superhero, or come up with the name yourself. You were never really good about all of those things. But once the attention was on you, you got offers from managers and sponsors. One, a blonde with perfect hair who introduced herself as “just Sandy” 

    “I don’t have any money.”

    “That’s alright,” she said, her grin showing spectacularly white teeth. “All I need is for you to take on some gigs and give me a cut.” 

    Sandy set you up. She got you the costume people would know you for, gave you the name, managed all of the PR and set up interviews. Your fame skyrocketed, and soon you were seeing yourself on billboards. 

    Soon you had access to hundreds of city plans and blueprints. After enough attacks happened, you learned them well enough to hardly need to reference them. After a few years, you could rebuild a tower in a matter of minutes, and cities in a matter of days. 

    Your powers evolved as your understanding did. Soon, you could read the entire layout of a building just from touching. Then, just from touching the ruins. You no longer need blueprints, then–just your own hands on the metal.

    The gigs were simple, too–just fixing up hero bases after they’d gotten wrecked in attacks. Feel good work that paid well. 

    With the help of many people, you do more. That’s the third lesson.

    The problems started with the homeless thing. 

    You were in between projects and itching to use your skills more. Creating homes for the homeless seemed like the perfect, feel good project to flex on. 

    It was, for the first few weeks. Then came the backlash. City dwellers crying foul, saying they hadn’t agreed to an enormous den of undesirables in their backyards. There were protests, white suburban moms holding up signs about drug dealers and rapists and criminals. 

    It wasn’t your choice in the end. Eventually the city mandated that you deconstruct your shelter, or they would do it the hard way. 

    Regretfully, you took it down. You did not look in the eyes of the people that had sheltered there as they had to go on their way.

    It was the same story in every area you tried to build shelters in afterwards.

    “Can we just buy the land to build them houses?” you asked Sandy. 

    She clicked her perfect teeth. “Sorry, there are laws against building new things in the city. You need mayoral approval to start a new construction project.”

    “Why?”

    “Well, there are already too many empty houses,” she said matter of factly. 

    You stared. “What? Then let’s just buy those and put people in them!”

    “You don’t have that much money,” she pointed out. “Not when you’ve been giving it away every year. Also, it wouldn’t do as much good as you think. Just think of the effect on the market–”

    This is not why you fired Sandy. But it was the first time you thought of it.

    Opinion started to turn against you when you began using your interviews and platform to talk about this problem, to demand permission to build or otherwise help. Exasperation turned to hostility when you started to reshape the landscape to be softer to the unhoused, anyway–when you created caves in parks where people could easily shelter, or made every bench large and soft so that anyone could have a place to sleep.

    Laws and ordinances passed, all regulating the amount of alterations one was allowed to make to public property. About how many changes you were allowed to make as you were reconstructing a city. The fines for altering things started to heap up. 

    Firing Sandy didn’t help. Your good reputation was always as much her work as yours, but after what she said about—you couldn’t. 

    You couldn’t. 

    You learned not to read the scathing opinion pieces on you. That was the hardest lesson yet.

    Of course, shit really hit the fan when you were contracted to rebuild another base.

    It was a simple enough decision for you. You found out they had been building drones and firing them on civilians. That at this base Techno has been building surveillance technology that would be able to monitor every single person in the country at every moment, and be able to fire upon them with impunity the moment suspicious activity was detected. 

    It made you rethink every base you had built in the past.

    “No,” you told them. 

    “You already signed your contract–”

    Instead of dignifying that with an answer, you transmuted the entire area into the rockiest, most impossible terrain you could. Every trick you had learned to make land easier to build on–you reversed it, turning what had once been the base into a precarious canyon of jagged, diamond-hard steel, nearly impossible to remove or build on.

    “I said no.” 

    Stopping the construction of the stadium was the next kicker. 

    “You’re insane!” said the heroes who came to remove you.

    “They evicted a hundred families for this!” you spat. “Those were people’s homes. It’s disgusting that it’s allowed for the government to do that–much less to do it for-for a stadium? For entertainment?” 

    And so you stood there for the next 48 hours, deconstructing every single thing they tried to put on their ill-gotten land. 

    Then, they sent the heroes to stop you. You were never the best at fighting, so they knocked you out quickly.

    They don’t call you a superhero now. Behind bars, you glance over every thinkpiece and profile about the world’s most beloved hero fell. You read speculation about evil, greed, madness. All things you’ve heard about “villains” who came before you. 

    It makes you wonder about those people. If maybe you had misjudged them, too.

    But that’s alright, you realize after the sting of it fades away. That was the second lesson, after all–more than anything, you need people to be talking. And for all the bitterness in these words, you realize grimly that people will never stop talking.

    Once you’ve thought things through, you decide you’re ready. The steel of your cell melts away. After all, there is no prison that can contain you. No earth or stone or metal can withstand your will. 

    Your legacy as the world’s greatest supervillain begins with a left turn down the hallway, right to where the other villains are kept.

    shymayfly

    Brilliant. Positively Brilliant.

    yodaapproves

    I love this and I want more

    Pretty sure tho if this became to be a book, “authorities” would ban it or something ’cause it paints them in a bad light. IMAGINE THE IRONY

    Sandwiched between private properties in Southeast Austin sits a little-known cemetery off Hoeke Lane, just west of U.S. 183. From the outside, there’s nothing that indicates the site is the final resting place for a number of Mexican and Mexican-American residents who died decades ago.

    It’s a wilderness. The headstones, many of which date back to the 1940s, are easy to miss. The weeds are overgrown, and trees and shrubs cover much of the 4.5-acre plot.

    The cemetery has been called a couple different names over the years — the Montopolis Cemetery and San José II. But no sign will tell you that. In fact, there’s scarce information available about the cemetery’s history at all.

    But members of the community and a team of researchers are trying to change that. They want to trace back its history and ensure the cemetery, along with its sister site in nearby Montopolis, is preserved.

    Diana Hernandez is the lead researcher for (Re)claiming Memories, a research group out of UT Austin that seeks to restore and preserve missing histories in communities of color. She and her team have been collecting death certificates and reaching out to descendants of those buried at the cemeteries to help piece together the history.

    “Once we start to research the people that are buried here and start to find archival documentation for each person, we start to see the community come to life through the cemetery,” she said.

    The History

    To understand San José II, Hernandez says, we have to start about 2 miles north at San José I. This historic Mexican and Mexican-American cemetery was built around 1919. It sits between two churches off Montopolis Drive, though neither of them own it. The site is believed to be unclaimed, or orphaned, meaning no one is responsible for its upkeep in any official capacity. But neighbors and community members have taken care of it as best they can over the years, mowing the lawn, pulling weeds and cleaning off gravestones.

    A metal archway stands at the entrance and reads “San Jose Cementerio.” The cemetery was founded by a mutual aid society called the Union Fraternal Mexicana, and it served the migrant sharecropping community. This was during segregation.

    “Mexicans weren’t necessarily allowed to be buried in white cemeteries,” Hernandez said. “In some cases I've seen where there's a white cemetery, and then right next to it is the Mexican section … In this case, it was just a completely different cemetery."

    When Cementerio San José started to get full, the second one was created in 1949 in Del Valle. Over the years, the cemeteries changed hands. The original San José hasn’t had a known owner for several decades. San José II has an owner, but she’s believed to be in poor health and unable to maintain it, according to Hernandez. KUT reached out to the owner for this story, but did not hear back.

    Based on their research so far, Hernandez and her team estimate San José I and II have more than 350 burials combined. But understanding how many burials are at each individual site is a challenge. That’s partly because on death certificates, the name Montopolis Cemetery was often used interchangeably for San José I and II. And not every burial has a gravestone.

    Many people buried at the cemeteries died during concurrent epidemics, like influenza, tuberculosis and pneumonia.

    “They were getting so many bodies that they were burying people in layers on top of each other, and they stopped documenting who all was getting buried,” she said. “Because there's no documentation for the number of layers for the people that were being buried in these mass graves, we're just never going to know. There's going to be layers of people that we're never going to be able to identify.”

    Hernandez began researching the San José cemeteries at the end of 2019, just before the area was hit with another outbreak of a deadly disease — COVID-19. And again, this predominantly Latino neighborhood was hit harder than others.

    “These histories repeat themselves,” Hernandez said. “I think that’s one of the reasons why this work is important, because it kind of sheds light on these pasts that weren’t acknowledged the way they should have been. We can use this knowledge to improve our present.”

    The Descendants

    Frank Monreal remembers the days when Montopolis Drive was just a dirt road. He and the other neighborhood kids, some 50 years ago, would play on the giant oak tree that stands in the middle of Cementerio San José. Instead of bicycles, he and his friends had horses.

    “Everybody rode horses back then,” he said one day while at San José I. “We used to come out here, and they were our lawn mowers. They let them eat the grass and keep the grass low here.”

    Monreal has relatives buried at San José I and II. From an early age, he understood death was a natural part of life. He often helped out with funerals. He remembers one burial happening at Cementerio San José when he was a kid. But it’s been a long time since anyone was buried there, he says. Most gravesites appear to date back to the 1930s, 1940s and 1950s.

    There were more gravestones back then, he says, but some have weathered or broken over time. He used to walk through the cemetery on his way to school. He’d often see people putting flowers on graves, something he doesn’t see much anymore. Now, many relatives have died or left.

    “That’s inevitable, you know, because generations change,” he said. “People move away.”

    Preserving the cemetery, though, is important, he says, especially as gentrification has altered the landscape of Montopolis over the years.

    “[The cemetery] is sacred ground to us, from our ancestors,” he said. “I don’t want to see it gone.”

    Micaela Johnson, a 19-year-old artist and activist, can trace part of her family tree back to the Cementerio San José. She’s a member of the Limón family, one of Austin’s founding families whose descendants now number upwards of 3,500.

    Many of her family members grew up and had businesses in Montopolis, like the Limón Bakery. She said her grandparents probably have connections to at least a quarter of the people buried at San José.

    In her family, passing down stories from generation to generation is a common tradition. She remembers hearing stories about Aurora, her grandfather’s sister, who died in 1940 of pneumonia when she was 11 months old. She was buried at Cementerio San José, and her gravestone was decorated with marbles. But Johnson hasn’t been able to locate it.

    She also remembers stories of Concepcion Trevino Garcia, her great-great-grandmother who died in 1939 from tuberculosis and was buried at San José. She left behind her husband and five young daughters.

    “She was one of the strongest women that I have ever heard my family talk about,” Johnson said. “She was very driven and very loving.”

    Garcia's grandchildren still visit the cemetery on Mother’s Day and leave flowers, Johnson said. Her family’s connection to the cemetery has inspired Johnson to get involved with (Re)claiming Memories and help ensure the San José cemeteries are well kept.

    “It’s not just a place where people are buried,” she said. “It’s the life and the heart of a lot of our ancestry.”

    One of the more recent headstones at Cementerio San José belongs to Augustina Rosales, who was at one time believed to be Austin’s oldest living resident. She died in 1994 at age 116. Near the back of the cemetery, she’s buried next to her husband Marcos, who died in 1951.

    Rosales had 13 children and raised several others who were relatives or orphaned as if they were her own. She liked to dance to conjunto music and cook for her family, according to an Austin American-Statesman article about her death. Rosa Moncada, Rosales's great-granddaughter, says “she was awesome.”

    Maintaining The Cemeteries

    Moncada has several other relatives buried at San José, including grandparents and two older sisters who were born premature and died. Growing up in East Austin, Moncada would go with her mother and siblings to visit the cemetery. But they went less frequently over time, in part because the grass was often so high they couldn’t easily walk through it.

    When they heard about the work Hernandez and her team are doing to help maintain the cemetery, Moncada and her sister Juanita Moncada Bayer started visiting again. And now they’re trying to keep it maintained, bringing relatives together to mow the lawn and clear out dead tree branches.

    But maintaining the cemetery consistently isn’t an easy task. San José I is 2.5 acres.

    “We thought, well, let's do what we can,” Bayer said. “But unfortunately, our mind tells us we can do it. But our bodies — like, that's hard work.”

    (Re)claiming Memories and members of the community hosted a cleanup for San José earlier this year and hope to host more. They have been reaching out to city and county leaders, asking them to allocate more resources to the cemeteries' maintenance.

    The more challenging endeavor will be cleaning up San José II. The site is difficult to access, making it hard for people to visit and maintain it.

    Monreal remembers going to San José II as a kid to visit his grandfather’s grave with his dad. Back then, San José II had a proper entrance and was easier to get to.

    Now, a locked chain-link fence blocks the main path that leads to the cemetery. Several sources told KUT the fence was put up by the property owner next door, perhaps to keep people from trespassing. KUT reached out to the law office that owns the property and was told it didn’t have anything to do with the gate. Hernandez and the research group are trying to get to the bottom of the issue and hope to create a proper entrance, so descendants can visit.

    The area has long had problems with people dumping trash and gravel. A mound of dirt and debris now presses against fencing on one side of the cemetery.

    And warehouses are being built on the southeastern side. This worries Hernandez because the cemetery hasn’t been surveyed; some burials could be outside the perimeter and could be disturbed. Community members have expressed concern that debris from construction is impacting the cemetery.

    When KUT reached out to the construction manager for the company that’s developing the site, he was surprised to learn there was a cemetery next door. (“That is a jungle,” Brent Ramirez said.)

    The cemetery itself is zoned for warehouse and limited office use, which some are concerned could make it vulnerable to development. (Re)claiming Memories is working with Council Member Vanessa Fuentes to get the proper zoning for it and a historical designation. Fuentes toured the cemetery earlier this year.

    “It’s sad to see because it looks as if it’s been neglected and dismissed, especially with the development that’s right next to it,” she said. “Those are families and families’ history and legacies and relatives that are buried there. Those are stories that need to be told.”

    Currently, pink marking flags stick up in various spots within the shrubbery of San José II. That’s the work of Joaquin Rodriguez, an Austin resident who has been going out to the cemetery to remove litter and clean off and mark gravestones that have been covered up over time.

    He first learned about the cemetery late last year while researching his ancestry. Rodriguez, who was adopted, had taken a DNA test and learned he had relatives buried at cemeteries throughout Austin, including San José I and II. After seeing how neglected San José II was, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

    The (Re)claiming Memories team wants to eventually create a digital map or database where people can upload information about the people buried at the cemeteries. Hernandez hopes this crowdsourced online resource will help bring the stories of the deceased together and shed light on the history of the Mexican and Mexican-American community in Montopolis.

    The team is also putting together an exhibit on the cemeteries for the Mexic-Arte Museum in September. Johnson plans to perform a poem called “We Are Lost History” and sell shirts she designed, the proceeds from which will support the cemeteries' upkeep.

    Johnson said she recognizes that Austinites who are not directly connected to the cemeteries may not see a reason to care about them, but she thinks they should.

    “They might just see it as another gravesite or another old ancient Mexican burial ground, and they might [think] it doesn’t matter because it’s not a part of them,” Johnson said. “But it is a part of them. It’s a part of the history of Austin.”

    And as development continues to alter the look and population of the Montopolis neighborhood, she says, it’s urgent to keep conversations about the cemeteries going.

    “If we’re not actively trying to be like, ‘Hey, this matters,’” she said, “it’ll get washed away.”

    OKALHOMA CITY -Supporters of a permanent Mexican Consulate in Oklahoma are calling on the community to take action. 

    Scissortail Community Development Corporation President Robert Ruiz said opening a Mexican consulate in Oklahoma City would make a big difference for Mexican citizens who are trying to conduct daily business. 

    Forms of identification, legal matters, property and employment documents, and more are services provided by a foreign consulate.

    Some people are having to drive to the nearest Mexican Consulate, which is in Little Rock, Arkansas, to appear in person to get legal forms of identification required to apply for bank accounts or lines of credit. 

    During COVID, this became an issue as fewer appointment times were available, and the mobile consulate that spent some time in Oklahoma City spent less time traveling, he said. 

    “Especially during the time of COVID, a lot of citizens were going without these services,” Ruiz said. 

    But this comes after about 10 years of effort to bring a permanent consulate to Oklahoma.

    The Hispanic population in Oklahoma is growing in economic influence. 

    About 440,000 Hispanic people live in the state, according to 2019 U.S. Census data. 

    About 84% are of Mexican decent, according to Geoscape, American Marketplace Datastream 2019 Series. 

    The consulate is expected to draw thousands of people from surrounding states to receive services. 

    “This doesn’t only affect citizens of Mexico, it affects local businesses, local communities. It is going to impact a lot of business and areas for a lot of us,” Miriam Campos, a trustee for the Oklahoma City Economic Development Trust said. 

    Banks in the city are seeing these issues firsthand. 

    “We want to serve our members our customers through mainstream financial services -- savings accounts, bank accounts and checking accounts, and also loans. Without a proper identification [from the consulate], we’re not able to do that for residents who are still citizens of Mexico without services provided by the consulate,” Brent Rempe, Allegiance Credit Union Chief Revenue Officer said. 

    Rempe said high risk, high interest loans from predatory lenders are an unsafe alternative that some people turn to when they cannot access a mainstream financial option. 

    Now, a community letter writing campaign is underway to demonstrate community support for the consulate to the Mexican foreign affairs office. 

    “Already from yesterday afternoon to today, we’ve had almost 3,000 people send letters of support to the Secretary of Foreign Affairs in Mexico,” Ruiz said. 

    The consulate could also be located in Tulsa. 

    Information about how to send a lettercan be found here. 

    faramir-stan

    Because I've been watching Peaky Blinders, I thought I'd make this quiz haha

    BTW I got The Leader yeahhhh

    @peakyblinded

    @sympathyfortheblinderdevil

    @nofckingfighting

    bluesora

    what element writer are you?

    water writer

    just like water, you carry your readers in a new world, and they just can’t do anything but follow. your poetic writing allures the readers in with beautiful words, just for them to find themselves on the deepest oceans floors, where you make them taste pain in its sweetest form. water writers are the gentlest liars, they show the readers a small stream, and no one can see the waterfall at the end. if you were a tag, you would definitely be ‘Everything is Beautiful But Everything Hurts’. cliffhangers are one of your strong points that, mixed with your incredible versatility, make you a great writer. your stories have a deep meaning, and never miss to leave traces on your readers hearts. you don’t limit yourself, you like to explore the deepest parts in the human soul, and that’s why readers can sometimes find MCD in your stories. your endings tend to be sad or open, and your stories have the power to drag your readers with you, from the highest waves of a storm, and to the darkest secrets of the ocean.

    this feels like the highest compliment i ever received when i honestly feel like a 4-6/10 writer :’)

    tagging: @kitastowel @haikyuutothetop @amjustagirl @forgetou @luvnami @kohi-zeri @violetsoju @throughtheinterstices @moondaius @yacoka + anyone else who wants to try it !!

    ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell

    In light of the recent PostPlus nonsense tumblr is trying to pull, here's a reminder that monetization of fanfiction can lead you to legal trouble. On Ao3 it's against the TOS to even mention any money-sending site at all because of the conditonal protection they offer.

    Putting your entire fanfiction blog behind a paywall is like pointing a neon sign saying "please sue me". I bring this up specifically because tumblr mentioned fanfiction in the post that they made and that is going to leave a lot of people misinformed.

    Remember: Do NOT paywall your fanworks.

    And rest assured, my blog will never be pay-to-read, even if this weren't a fanfiction blog. I think the whole thing is ridiculous.

    everdreamtree

    This crap is so backwards. How is a paywall gonna get you likes and reblogs that's already hard to get? It's going to just hurt people more than anything.

    MEXICO CITY (AP) — Five gray wolf pups born at Mexico City’s Chapultepec Zoo are giving a boost to efforts to broaden the endangered species’ genetic diversity amid continuing efforts to reintroduce the animals to the wild decades after they were reduced to captive populations.

    The pups’ father, Rhi, alerts them every midday to the delivery of breakfast, in the form of chicken and quail meat brought by zookeeper Jorge Gutiérrez, 58.

    Gutiérrez has cared for Rhi since he was born, and is now proud to see he has formed a pack with the pups’ mother, Seje.

    “It’s marvelous. What I am experiencing is something unique,” says Gutiérrez.

    He watches as the five wolf pups stumble out of their den to eat. The three males and two females were born in early April.

    They are part of a four-decade program to breed the gray wolves in captivity and release them back into the wild.

    Even the “endangered” classification is progress for the Mexican wolf; two years ago, given the success of the breeding program, Mexican authorities were able to move the subspecies up from its previous “probably extinct in the wild” classification.

    Environmentalists argue that wolf reintroduction has stumbled as a result of illegal killings and management decisions they contend are rooted in the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service’s attempt to accommodate ranchers and the region’s year-round cattle calving season.

    North America’s rarest subspecies of gray wolf, the Mexican gray wolf was listed as endangered in 1976 after being hunted, trapped and poisoned to the brink of extinction. From the 1960s to the 1980s, seven gray wolves — believed to be the last of their kind — were captured and the captive breeding program began.

    In northern Mexico, the other part of the wolves’ historic range, reintroduction initially stumbled.

    Another release was carried out in 2012 in the state of Chihuahua, and those wolves now number around 40, most born in the wild.

    Mexico is now studying other areas for possible releases.

    Fernando Gual, a veterinarian who serves as director of Mexico City’s zoos, notes that the Chapultepec Zoo also has a sperm and egg bank that provides backup for genetic material.

    But the best guarantees are animals like Seje, who holds out a piece of meat with her mouth to show the pups how to eat.

    “This is our jewel,” Gual says. “Every litter of pups is hope for the life of this species.”

    Last summer, the Jimenez siblings, JJ and Rudy, thought it would be really sweet if they could make some extra cash by selling their homemade Mexican-American candies to friends and family, and maybe a few followers on social media.

    A year later, what started as a side-hustle is a full-time business with six-figure annual revenue, calledEnchilositos Treats, which now ships spicy and sour-sweet candy concoctions all across the country.

    JJ, 26, and Rudy Jimenez, 19, started making thetreats, called chilitos, or dulces enchilados — sour-sweet candies like Skittles, Sour Patch Kids, or Gushers coated with traditional Mexican spices like chili powder and chamoy

    "We kind of looked at each other and had that first little bite," Rudy says. "[And, JJ said,] 'we can do something with this.... Let's start trying to sell it to our friends and family and just locals if we possibly can." 

    Within its first 12 months, Enchilositos Treats brought in over $105,000 in revenue from online sales.

    "It started off as a side hustle...our goal was not to make a lot of money or even get big. It just did it on its own," JJ says. "Once you try them, you just fall in love."

    How they got started

    Initially, Rudy wanted to make the candy to try them - she was reminded of her and her brother's childhood growing up in Southern California with their Mexican immigrant parents, who put Mexican spices on a lot of food, including fruit.

    "The way we grew up, our parents always kind of told us to make [things] ourselves, if we were able to," she says.

    And at first, JJ wasn't sure about his sister's idea to sell candy. "I thought it would just not work out," because he worried spicy Mexican candy couldn't compare to the sweetness or sour flavors of American candy.

    But after making their first batch of candies coated in chamoy (a spicy-sweet paste made from pickled fruit and chiles), chili powder and other spices, "it was delicious," he says.

    They made an Instagram page to advertise their treats in June 2020, and a day later, they say the account had over 100 followers and people were messaging them to order bags of candy. (Now, that same account has nearly 16,000 followers.)

    While Rudy was wrapping up her high school degree, JJ had already dabbled in a variety of jobs, including working for various restaurants and at a manufacturing company, as well as delivering food for GrubHub. He also had a side-hustle reselling items on eBay, from toys to DVDs to purses his mother bought at yard sales.

    That experience gave him the confidence to try starting his own venture with Rudy.

    JJ had saved a little bit over $10,000 from his various jobs, and he invested that into their new business venture, including building a website to make it easier to handle online orders, as well as branded packaging and shipping materials to send their treats to more customers outside of their local market.

    That same summer, Rudy began reaching out to social media influencers. The biggest by far who responded wasYasmin "BeautyyBird" Maya, a Mexican-American beauty vlogger who also happens to be from Carpinteria. After Maya promoted the Jimenez siblings' candies to her 1.1 million Instagram followers, JJ and Rudy saw an influx of orders on social media.

    Within a few months of launching, JJ says he and Rudy would usually average 30 candy orders per day (60 on a really good day), which they would make fresh each day and deliver themselves.

    "As we kept progressing through the months and getting more and more orders, we were like, 'That's crazy,'" Rudy says now.

    As the orders mounted, and JJ and Rudy spent much of their days making and delivering candy, JJ quit his job at a manufacturing company — roughly three months into the business and in the middle of the pandemic — to focus on Enchilositos Treats full-time. 

    Rudy, who is attending cosmetology school but plans to focus solely on Enchilositos Treats once she graduates, admits she was "a little bit scared" when her brother told her he'd quit his job, because it put more pressure on their business to succeed.

    "It was a big moment where I was like, 'OK... if you already did it, let's just go for it, then. And we have to put all our effort into this little business that we just started,'" Rudy says.

    Sweet success

    A year later, JJ's gamble has paid off, with Enchilositos Treats growing into a business with six-figure sales, even with just the brother and sister (who are both co-owners) as the only two employees.

    In December, the siblings moved with their parents to Brenham, Texas to house with a "pretty big kitchen" as well as more than enough storage space for ingredients and shipping materials, Rudy says. (The move had already been in the works pre-candy business.) They've also cut out local deliveries in order to focus all of their time on shipping online orders.

    "Now we're able to sustain ourselves with it and pay off our bills and things like that," JJ say. "And we're hoping to continue to grow bigger and bigger."

    Prices start at $4 for a 4-ounce bag of candy. JJ and Rudy say they keep roughly half of that amount after factoring in the cost of goods.

    JJ and Rudy also sell some of their spice mixes and pastes separately.

    As online orders from customers have rolled in from all over the U.S. (and, they've even had order requests from Canada and Mexico), JJ and Rudy quickly realized how many people want to try the candy, whether it reminds them of the flavors of their childhoods or if they're just intrigued by an interesting new flavor combination.

    Their business has been popular enough that JJ and Rudy are even hoping to open a physical location. "It's time for us to be able to do that, so we're ready to be able to open up a location very soon here in Texas," Rudy says.

    Me repeating the same phrases trying to get my budgie to talk in Zapotec:

    Padiosh dazul

    Dazul choa ba

    Dazul is a color and basically his nickname. His name is Azure ^^