#apologies in advance for any outta pocket shit that I say

[obligatorynasty]

My brain is just horny thoughts from writing smut all day. You all will have to endure.

[gray-anxiety]

No Sympathy → Levi Ackerman Chapter 7 → Information

Read the rest of the chapters here!

Apologies for the late update 

Also, for some reason this didn’t want to be uploaded indented, so oh well I suppose. 

       Even from blocks away, music could be heard throughout the alleys from the biggest party hosted in Maria to date. The sun had set hours ago, leaving only the young night and bright moon to guide Levi and Aella through the dark alleys. Aella had shoved her hands in her hoodie pockets and matched Levi’s fast pace with ease, though Levi still had his hand gripping Aella’s almost covered wrist from her pocket (she was wearing a sleeveless hoodie; Levi couldn’t exactly tug her arm with the same effect as her wrist or sleeve) so he didn’t lose her in the almost pitch black paths leading them directly towards the massive party house. Levi was on high alert — bringing every single one of his knives and forcing Aella to bring hers as well; they were going for answers and had no intent to party (against Aella’s wishes). Levi had his scarf covering his face and even had his own hoodie up — Aella didn’t need her hoodie up when she was wearing a beanie that was already close to covering half of her forehead; Levi turned every once in a while, simply just following the directions Google Maps told him to take. Levi’s phone gave out a dim light (he had his brightness all the way down) barely lighting up his own face; Aella looked around at the grimy poorly managed alleys — noting how almost every apartment that had any person old enough to sneak out was practically black and empty. Most of this district held the kids that were abandoned by their parents who went to live in the other cities — leaving barely any apartment filled with a person older than 25 left. Aella could still hear the bustling of cars even from deep in the back alleys; most people were going to party all throughout the weekend and leaving a golden opportunity for every gangster and robber alike to earn a quick buck with barely even trying thanks to the shitty police force. Levi eventually turned out of the alleys to the main sidewalk by endless road and continued walking with his focus all on his phone. Aella was pulled out of her fleeting thoughts when she bumped into Levi when he stopped suddenly — the music had gotten indescribably loud and the house in front of them had moving colored lights shine through the windows. The house itself looked more like an apartment complex than house, but Aella didn’t let looks fool her — Sasha was from the city of Rose itself and came from a fairly wealthy family considering the fact that they didn’t live in Maria; this was most definitely a house, albeit, a sure as hell expensive one.

       “We’re here. Stay close and do not drink or smoke anything.” Levi grumbled as he finally let go of Aella’s wrist and walked in the door without knocking — knowing no dumbass would be able to hear with how loud the music was thanks to the windows being open due to the amount of smoke coming out of the house. Aella walked in after Levi and looked around; practically everyone held a blunt of some sort in one hand and a beer in the other — while some groups stuck to the walls and corners, a massive crowd gathered around the large makeshift dance floor in the middle of what Aella assumed was a massive living room that easily held a few hundred people in there alone. Aella recalled seeing mini crowds outside from there being almost no room to fit any more people inside — the only word she could even come close to describing the house was massive, and even that was an understatement. How Sasha could afford a damned mansion with the food bill she has to pay for herself was beyond Aella, but this was Maria and every living space was cheap for any person from the other two cities. Levi tapped Aella’s shoulder and jerked his head in the way of what looked like businessmen holding signature red solo cups — they must’ve been the men Levi had been looking for. Levi pushed through the crowds of people — bumping most to move with his broad shoulders — and kept his head down with his hood up the entire time. Levi casually stood at the edge of the wall leading to the next room where the men resided: Levi could hear their conversation easily and look like he’s just leaning against the wall while onlooking the party. Aella stood nearby, though not too close to avoid suspicion and was Levi’s vanguard for distracting any horny teens away from flirting with the occupied thug. Levi directed all of his attention towards the conversation at hand — trying to find any answers whatsoever.

   “Heard Levi’s gone into hiding.” A grumbly voice chuckled.

   “Aye, the pussy has. Did you hear how much money the damned lucky bastard made for selling out the runt?” Another, more nasally voice responded smoking a blunt.

   “Upwards to almost a million some say — that true?”

   “1,500,000. The man told me hisself, aye. Bloody bastard really outdid everyone this time — and now he gets a nice cozy spot playing defense minister o’ the capital.”

   “Enviable. Has Levi been spotted here yet?”

   “Naw. The runt ain’t ‘ere from what I’ve been told. I’ve heard he went to either here or Rosie for a while, but that’s just a wee rumor. The official coverup is he’s outta the country for some time, but we haven’t seen ‘im yet.”

   “So, we held this party for a chance of seeing someone we’re not even sure is here?”

   “Aye.”

   “Bloody great.” Levi clicked his tongue and let out a string of curses silently — they knew he was somewhere on a guess. Nevertheless, his identity wasn’t figured out, no, it was leaked from someone that knew and was simply paid to snitch. Levi walked at an abnormally fast pace and grabbed Aella’s wrist — making a beeline for the door.

“Levi, where are we going?” Aella knew something must’ve gone terribly wrong if they were leaving so early.

“Home. Someone sold me out — they held this party to trap me, too. Unless you want to be jailed and killed by being busted with me, I recommend we get the absolute fuck out of here.” Levi once more brushed shoulders with every person standing as he tried to shuffle his way out of the ring around the dance floor and general crowd, but it was too late. Like it was in slow motion for Levi and Aella, some stumbling drunk dumbass tripped over Levi as they stumbled backward and tugged off Levi’s hood while trying to grab anything to help him not fall. Levi’s hood fell back — revealing Levi’s alarmed eyes as he recognized that three people around them alone were a part of numerous mafias. Mafia spies immediately recognized him from the photos given to them and advanced subtly to trap Levi with no way out available. Levi looked around the trapped duo and cursed — the only way out of this deathtrap was the back door. Levi grabbed Aella’s wrist tighter and speed-walked out of the tight crowd in a gap not filled in with a mafia spy, throwing caution to the wind as far as laying low went.

“Oi! There he is!” Shite. Now went every plan of losing a small, manageable, crowd. Every mafia member in hearing range turned their heads and spotted Levi too — they just had to make it out alive. Levi ran to the door and flung it open — shoving Aella outside followed by slamming the door shut. They weren’t going to lose them for long and Levi couldn’t possibly take them all on with the chance of Aella getting hurt — Levi’s hands were tied; he had to make a decision on whether to run or to risk the chance of injury.

“Hey, shorty, where you running off to? Did she promise to smash or what?” Levi turned his head back to the door to only greet three figures — two tall as shit males and one fairly tall female — all of which were smoking a blunt. Levi grunted and turned back to speed off, but Aella was stuck frozen in her tracks — her eyes wide and mouth open.

“Let’s go, Aella. They’re going to catch up any fucking minute.” The female’s head perked up at the mention of Aella’s name and stepped towards the still frozen Aella — Levi tugged Aella’s arm harder in a hurry. They were so caught if she didn’t fucking move right now.

“…Aella? Is that… really you?” Even though it was pitch black at the back of the house, the outline of the female shown — glasses that looked like goggles laid atop of her head, her hair was combed up into a messy ponytail, and she wore a leather jacket with chains connected to her pants. Aella sucked in a breath and felt a tear prick her left eye. Levi scoffed and kept looking around for any sign of mobsters — one sign of activity and Levi was cutting off this ‘special’ moment without giving a single damn.

“…Hanji?” The person in question smiled and nodded at her companions that Aella and Levi were, in fact, allies before pulling Aella into a bone-crushing embrace. Aella squeaked and laughed — hugging ‘Hanji’ back with glee

“I thought you were dead! I never saw you at school or at parties and you obviously weren’t answering your phone, so I went over to your place to hear that you had been kicked out! What happened, Aella?” Aella rubbed the back of her neck and started to speak, but was interrupted by every mobster in attendance bursting through the door and windows. Levi grabbed Aella and started running against a now screaming Aella to turn back to get Hanji. Hanji nodded back at Levi and sprung into attacking with her comrades to give the wanted duo time.

“Levi! What about Hanji?! She’ll be taken hostage back there!” Levi snarled and ran even faster.

“It doesn’t fucking matter to me one bit if that greasy hag makes it or not. We need to lose them and hide — fast. I will not risk us being discovered back at the apartment!” Aella looked betrayed but kept running with her numb legs. Aella spotted a tiny alleyway that didn’t even look like one thanks to being so small — perfect when you have people speeding towards you to kidnap you.

“Levi! To the left! You see that?” Aella called out, tugging Levi’s hand. Levi nodded and took a sharp turn towards the tiny back alley. Levi yanked Aella’s arm forward and shoved her in first before running in himself. Levi pulled up his hoodie and panted slightly while Aella was full blown gasping for air. Levi soon heard fast footsteps approaching and grabbed Aella in his arms — covering her mouth while semi-shielding her with his body.

“Don’t make a sound,” Levi whispered and held his breath. The footsteps echoed in the alleys and got louder and louder every single time, inching closer and closer until they stopped right at the corner before the turn to enter the back alley. There was no sound whatsoever for a few seconds — the silence was deafening for Levi — Aella could only hear her booming heartbeat that felt like it was going to burst right out of her chest. Aella’s hand silently grabbed onto one of Levi’s arms, which so happened to be encircling her waist, and squeezed it out of anxiety. Levi moved his arm and held Aella’s shaky hand with the hand that wasn’t covering her mouth. Levi’s body angled ever so slightly more to cover Aella — hoping that his black attire would blend in well enough with the shadows of the alley and the blackness of the night. Suddenly, a tall figure came from around the corner and stood — sniffing the air; Aella almost let out a surprised scream and Levi’s body almost moved on queue to attack until he heard a laugh.

“Mike! I told you to find them not fucking scare them!” Hanji. Aella shoved Levi out of the way and bolted to Hanji.

“What were you fucking thinking you jackass! You could’ve fucking died out there and for what? To save us?” Hanji cackled at Aella’s endless scolding and doubled over.

“Christ, You haven’t changed one bit, haven’t ya? I was perfectly fine thanks to Erwin and Mike over there. They might’ve had numbers and more weapons, but no one beats Mike’s nose and Erwin’s strategies!” Hanji threw an arm over Aella’s shoulder. Levi glared at the two men towering over him and gripped his knife harder — Aella might’ve been friends with one of these people, but Levi sure as hell wasn’t. Hanji sighed, removed her arm, and walked over to Levi.

“Yo, shorty. We’re all comrades here, alright? We aren’t going to sell you out or shit. Every guy back there is dead, by the way.” Levi nodded and slowly sheathed his knife.

“Anyway, the guy with the eyebrow piercing and tattoos is Erwin, and the one with the ’stache and brass knuckles is Mike.” Hanji introduced the men, who each nodded their head in hello while still standing. Aella sighed and walked up to Levi.

“He’ll never introduce himself, but he’s Levi — my roommate.” Levi was too busy having a stare down with each man to bother to acknowledge Aella’s attempt at introducing him to them. Aella grabbed Levi’s arm and pulled him out of the back alley.

“Levi, we should get back before anything else happens. You guys should come too in case they try and find you.” Hanji and Erwin nodded in agreement and Mike simply followed. Levi, on the other hand, was repulsed at the idea of bringing three unknown people back to the apartment and made it obvious by glaring at Aella — who returned the glare just as furiously as Levi.

“If they make a damn mess, they’ll be fucking slaughtered.” Aella rolled her eyes and took it as Levi’s way of saying ‘this isn’t okay with me, but I have to make it up to you some way.’ The duo made their way back to their apartment, only now with three allies in tow.

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       kim taehyung  ,  24  ,  he/him   ------   hey  ,  did i just see siwon ryu walking around the block  ?  oh  !  yes  !   the last time i saw him  ,  i heard he wanted to be called siwon  .  people around say they are so endearing  &&  inquisitive sometimes i wonder how they can be selfish  &&  duplicitous  .  (  popped bubblegum  ,  glowing under the sun  ,  purple-pink skylines  ,  patterned blouses   ) 

heyo  !  i’m deni  ,  she/her pronouns in the gmt+9 section of the world  .  i can’t keep an aesthetic and i use too many em dashes  .  below is one of the characters i’m bringing  ,  SIWON  ,  my favorite problem sunflowers  .  i have some info and verse-specific information beneath  ,  but i have a habit of updating  ,  adding and changing as i go  .  apologies in advance for how messy all tis is  .  looking forward to writing with you  <3  !

☀  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 .

➤  full name.  siwon ryu ➤  date of birth.  january 29th ➤  hometown.  toronto  ,  canada ➤  gender.  cis male ➤  sexual attraction.  pansexual ➤  romantic attraction.  pansexual ➤  wants.  family  ,  power ➤  fears.  imprisonment  ,  humiliation

      universal facts.  hustles at arcade halls  ,  scarfs down burritos like they’re gonna disappear  ,  looks as comfortable in a dark  ,  dirty alley as he does standing under all those lights in the neon districts  .  pockets full of candy and a lollipop between his lips  .  likes cheap beer and cigarettes  ,  fast talking and smooth smiles  .  gets up when the sun goes down  .  who knows if he ever gets a full night’s sleep  ,  but you can find him taking a nap just about anywhere  .  seems to live for the dark hours and stays busy as a bee  ,  feels the rain on his skin  ,  plays with matches  .   spray paints boobs on the sides of government buildings and dicks on malls  .  can do crazy math in his head and spot fake bills with incredible accuracy  .  can barely stand to sit still  ,  always moving except when there’s a computer screen or an aquarium in front of him  .  gets addicted to things so easily it’s scary  —  people  ,  food  ,  liquor  ,  feelings  .  craves that intimacy  ,  craves that closeness  .  has a loud as fuck laugh and a love for sneaking into places where he doesn’t belong  .  catches extra cash on the side by fixing up broken-down machines and can figure his way around a motor with a bit of elbow grease  .  fucking loves nature dude  ---  takes care of plants and reptiles in his home  .  would die for snakes and lets them drape over him  ,  claims they give the best hugs  .  vegetarian  .  would be a vegan but too lazy  .

       personality.  loud  ,  noisy  .  could talk to a brick wall  .  holds himself with all the confidence of the sun and his smile burns just as bright  .  there’s this lazy intensity to everything he does  .  like  ,  pretends he super cares but also doesn’t  ?  or pretends he cares so much but in reality couldn’t give a shit  .  affable  ,  easy to get along with on a surface level  ,  and he’s curious enough to keep any conversation going with questions and enthusiastic energy  .  mood changes on a dime  ,  goes from grinning like a maniac to eerily calm in a snap of your fingers  .  intuitive and instinctive  ,  listens to and follows his gut  .  trusts the energy in the air more than anyone’s word  .  comes off as thoughtless but it actually very cautious  .  impulsive doesn’t mean brainless  .  sniffs out bad situation fast and decides on a dime if he needs to run or face it  .  go with the flow kind of attitude  .  doesn’t take things personally  .  nice  but trusting him’s an iffy situation  .  greedy  ---  wants everything and anything  .

       appearance.   stands around 5′11  .  broad shoulders  ,  slim hips  .  floppy  ,  messy hair and glowing skin  .  half legs and a lot of eyelashes  .  wears no less than five charms on a daily basis and keeps his tarot cards with him at all times  .  rings  ,  bracelets  ,  necklaces  ,  earrings  ,  crystals  ,  talismans .  wears a small lip ring and has several runes tattooed on his body  .  dresses anywhere between a washed up rockstar  ,  your college weed dealer  ,  and your grandpa in the ‘40s  .  his closet’s a chaotic mix of anything he could thrift or patch together  .  most of the time  ,  he’s sporting loose pants  ,  a vintage blouse  ,  a jacket or blazer and comfortable loafers  .  kind of swims in his clothing because most of its’ two or three sizes too big  .  only wears skinny jeans when he wants something  .  unironically wears cargo shorts in the summer  .  keeps all that hair back with a bandana or a headband  ,  hairties on his wrist  .  nothing in his closet’s technically new and he loves looking for a bargain steal ——or simply just a steal  .  sometimes he’s jimi hendrix and other times he’s versace  .    

☀  𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 .

  ⇀   kim taehyung  ,  24  ,  he/him   ------   hey  ,  did i just see siwon ryu walking around the block  ?  oh !  yes  ! the last time i saw him  ,  i heard he wanted to be called siwon  .  i hear they are a podcast host  ╱  “psychic”  .  people around town say they are so endearing  &&  generous sometimes i wonder how they can be selfish  &&  duplicitous  .  ( beaded curtains  ,  purple skies ,  tousled hair  )  

      about.   wrongly labeled a troublemaker after a little incident with some candles  ,  pentagrams and a slightly burned down warehouse  ,  siwon’s been on the road and seeing te road ever since  .  makes a few quick bucks tapping into that aura of his that somehow magically nudges his brain about who’s got what on their minds and what might happen to those what’s  ,  but no one really seems to believe him when he says it’s all real  .  starting a podcast straight outta the back of a busted-up RV  ,  siwon’s crossed the country and broke down in this little town  .  and  ,  so  . . .  maybe some stuff he was involved with in the past wasn’t totally legal butthat’sokayokayhedoesn’tdothatanymore  .  ANYWAY---  this town  .  figures he’ll call it home  .  it’s groovy enough  ,  he supposes  ,  and after a few attempts to get out of town that just failed  ,  siwon figures this is the universe telling him to settle down for a bit  .  so okay  .  his few listeners don’t mind  ,  siwon still does some readings and random lectures on whatever’s on his brain  .  for extra cash  ,  he does a few side gigs  ---  fixing up websites  ,  selling crystals and rocks he finds  ,  jobs around town that don’t require him to fork over any semi-serious documentation  .  takes scenic pictures for his instagram and documents the road-trip across this Great Wide Country he and his pets are seeing  .  let’s  . . .  let’s just see how this goes  . 

☀  𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 .

  ⇀   kim taehyung  ,  24  ,  he/him  ,   toxokinesis   ------   hey  ,  did i just see siwon ryu walking around the block  ?  or was it poison  ?  it’s hard to tell  ,  really  ,  all i saw was the commotion  ,  someone being saved  .  you know  ,  i heard siwon is an app developer  .  i also heard they are a saint  ,  really  ,  so affable  &&  generous  ,  none of that mercurial  &&  selfish  nature people talk about  .  (  blackened veins  ,  wild eyes  ,  living for the applause  )

       about.  after his parents volunteered him for  “ quirk ”  studies at a leading research institute  ,  siwon’s been semiworking for the man  .  but it’s fine  .  it’s fine  .  totally fine  .  spending most of his early life in a tank waiting to be let out  ,  siwon kept himself busy with plant pals  ,  reptiles  ,  and of course a computer screen  ---  everyone’s favorite parents  .  he’s developed websites and applications for the hero organization to help them locate and identify trouble around the city  ,  a bridge between 911 services and the heroes themselves  .  at twenty-two  ,  siwon created a popular app cataloging heroes and villains  ,  a place for fans to post their own pictures of fights and fallouts  ,  gossiping about which heroes were secretly in love and speculating about new faces behind the masks  ,  then a megapopular game where people could play as their favorite heroes or villains to save  (  or destroy  )  a city  .  as poison  ,  he wears no cape --- and in fact hasn’t even been seen since the site skyrocketed in popularity years ago  .  instead  ,  siwon helps in the development of weapons using his poison and sends little  ,  touching notes to baddies all over the world when he isn’t shuttling around on mercenary expeditions  .  he’ll ignore the mortal coil for now as long as they fly him first class  ...  he thinks  .  just hopes the organization doesn’t find his stash of supervillain fanfics  .  ikes  .

☀  𝟏𝟖𝟓𝟑 .

  ⇀   kim taehyung  ,  24  ,  he/him   ------   hey  ,  did i just see siwon ryu over there  ?  talk around town is that they are a witch  ,  but i don’t believe any of that  ,  no  .  they are just a con artist  ,  endearing  &&  generous  .  those are all just humors  .  like the people saying they were selfish  &&  duplicitous  .  (  frayed tarot cards  ,  three-piece suits  ,  sticky fingers and a smile  )

      about.  look who got himself invited into a magnate’s manor  :  a nobody who made a pretty penny from the opium trade ----- and who’s definitely not human  .  siwon’s bounced from city to city on his own  ,  brewing and selling antidotes to unfortunate come-downs from the drugs that’s rotting them all from the inside out  ,  but that’s only to sell more of that shit once the high’s gone  .  it’s enough to keep the rich happy enough  .  popular at parties  ,  he performs as a spiritualist and fortune teller  ,  snakes into conversations he shouldn’t be privy to and trades the information later  .  he’s a busy man  ,  what can he say  ?  for someone who wants to be free from all of this  ,  he enjoys parts of the lifestyle far too much  .  but maybe he should start making friends soon  .  attracting a lot of attention lately  ,  and with rumors of animals around  ,  even the “fake” witches like himself might find themselves in more trouble with the law  .  and now there’s the other trouble he’s found himself in  .  unfortunately caught swindling a vampire  ,  siwon was forced into dealing with a group of witches and their opium trade for protection  .  now his clients are their’s  .  his product and profits  ,  partly their’s  .   siwon’s in a whole other side of the criminal underground on the cusp of the victorian age  ---  and he doesn’t know what the fuck’s gonna happen  .

☀  𝟐𝟐𝟖𝟎 .

  ⇀   kim taehyung  ,  24  ,  he/him   ------  hey  ,  did i just see siwon ryu over there  ?  yes  ,  oh my  !  haven’t you heard  ?  it seems they have moved to level seven  .  makes sense  ,  considering they’re a techie  .  rumor has it they are so affable  &&  inquisitive but i know at heart they are just impulsive  &&  mercurial  .  (  busted old radios  ,  buzzing neons  ,  sticky situations  )   

      about.  tba  !

[isaaxor]

What’s really happening in Mexico City rn

Mind you, all of the things you'll find written in here are from my own personal experiences, and what I've been able to gather on my own or from several media, I've tried to apply the best of my judgment but, in the end, this is my personal point of view. If you happen to be from another part of Mexico I'd love to hear your story. And if you think "But, why do I even care about this? This is an english speaking site" maybe you're right but I still thought it would be good to reach out a little, just in case.

Also, I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes you might find ahead.

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Truth is, the situation here has been pretty surreal. I was not born yet in 1985 when the first massive earthquake struck Mexico City and, honestly, I've lived a pretty good and comfortable life in this batshit crazy place of a city for 25 years, the only places where I've ever seen such devastation, in some way, have been the news and movies, all which always take place somewhere so far away from home.

Well, it's been so odd, and difficult, to see all these things happening only a few minutes away from my apartment, a few which were places that I knew personally and now they are completely gone. In fact, ever since yesterday my reality was definitely twisted in one way or another, once I was out of the building where I work at, hearing the ambulances and helicopters ram through the smoke clouds and all the rumors from people who managed to get a decent connection on their phones "this and this place fell to the ground!!!” but being unable to know for certain, it's been wild.

I don't have the words to express how fucking lucky I was; my entire family is fine, my home was not damaged at all -hell, not even a book was outta place- I still have my job and basic services like water, electricity and internet, obviously. With that said, I thought it would be selfish of me if I didn't go out and lend a hand, well, all I can say from the time I was out there is:

The government has done very little to aid the population for the first 30 hours after the earthquake it was the citizens nonetheless who donated all the supplies, packed them and sent them to different places, it's been them who led most of the rescue brigades and dug through the ruins in order to help those who are buried and it was also them who provided medical attention. Fortunately, the response from the people has been amazing, such, that there's no more help needed inside of the city, all areas are covered, however people in rural towns still need plenty of help.

Also kudos to all the help that has been sent from around the world like Spain, America, Japan, Israel, Panamá, El Salvador Perú, Colombia, Costa Rica, Chile and Honduras.

There's also a tiny but significant part of the population who has been dedicated to saving all the affected animals. Some people seem to be upset by this but if there are dogs risking their lives for human lives then, why not simply shelter them for the time being?

At the same time, people have been told NOT to go out if they got nothing to do outside their homes so they don't block the streets or overcrowd a rescue area. Not only that but there have been some reports of looting, scamming and robberies at gunpoint so it's highly recommended not to leave your home (if it's still in good condition of course) since it's chaos overall. Talk about douchebags.

The next presidential election is less than a year away, citizens have been demanding that at least 20% of the money destined to advertising should be donated to rebuild and fix the damages caused by the earthquake, mind you, that money comes from the citizens' taxes. All the political parties, except for one, already expressed that they are NOT willing to donate, they say "We are out of time to make any kind of modifications in the law and the law says that redirecting that money to anything else but elections would be a crime, we need to respect the law." ...Really dawg? We all know that big part of that amount goes straight to your pockets. As politicians, we didn't expect anything from you but as human beings, we thought you would still have some empathy left.

The fallen buildings were both newish ones and very old structures. Sadly, it seems like there won't be any kind of repercussions for the people who gave the thumbs up to built these paper-like buildings which lacked the right papers to even be raised in the first place AND for the people who gave permission to still inhabit the old ones which might have been already damaged back from '85.

Even if the death toll does not compare to the one from '85, it's still sad to see that even after 30 years we are still NOT prepared to face a natural disaster that is so common in this part of the country. The annual drill is a joke, tbh, one drill a year is imo not enough and people don't even take it seriously. Likewise, even tho there are several alarms installed around the city not all of them work properly or they don't do it on time, everybody can agree that at the time of the earthquake there was not a single alarm ringing.

Obviously, classes are dismissed until next monday, depends really on how the situation progresses, altho plenty of people will be working normally tomorrow. I'm just begging at this point that any aftermath won't be nearly as bad or cause little to no damage to the already weak structures all over the country. As for myself, I got my backpack ready with food, a lamp, medicines, my important documents among other things.

If you, for some reason, want to donate to the cause, please, please, please, investigate thoroughly first!!! Like I said, scammers are ready to take advantage of the situation and anyone can easily post fake images about donating but with their own account number. I cannot stress this enough, only donate to trusty foundations.

I always considered myself as a cold-hearted person, always indifferent towards stuff like this, but it pains me greatly to see the city I grew up in suddenly in a situation that I thought I would only see on tv (first the massive floodings due to Irma and now this) hearing about all the people trapped under the rubble and not being able to do anything about it and witnessing people ready to take advantage of the misery of others. I'm also a little relieved, however, seeing how most people answered the call in one way or another, all I can say is that mexicans are always willing to raise up no matter what kind of shit we go through, Mr. Trump, I'm looking at you. Hopefully, things will improve soon...