#que descanse en paz

[whoyagonnacall-r2d2]

When I was 14 years old, I went to a Junior Dodger's summer camp event with my sister, her friend and her two younger siblings, there I met Fernando Valenzuela — I'll never forget that moment standing on the field and him signing a baseball for me, hugging me, telling me "Never give up, mija. Remember to follow your dreams, si se puede" after I told him I was a really big fan and thanking him for being my hero. I'll never be able to forget the scent of his cologne smelling so wonderful and him being incredibly warm, loving, inspiring and a generous soul. He also said he wanted us to meet some of his friends and took us into the dugout where we met Manny Mota and A.J. Ellis, all three men were wonderful and signed that baseball. My sister and I fangirl(ed) uncontrollably for hours, for days and still to this day.

Fernando, thank you for such a wonderful memory, being the reason why my dad and I bonded so well, for being a God, a hero and a role model to kids and people like me and for all that you did in your life, we're very grateful.

Te amamos Fernie 💙

[mvnzr]

Sin una descolonización del pensamiento no hay revolución.

— Enrique Dussel (1934-2023)

[fuckingeviljerseybitch]

must love Celia.

[weiwx]

BUENAS NOCHES

[sudaca-swag]

paraa cata a que gallego conoces irl que diga que los paises sudacas son re mierda?

(El término sudaca ya lo pronostica bro) no tengo ni quiero tener contacto con los ethpañolesh por suerte, con tener que leerlos y escucharlos en las redes me basta

[florsinretono]

Honestamente, lo tuyo fue nada sincero. Alguien que de verdad quiere y tiene buenas intenciones no actuan asi. Alguien que esta arrepentido actuan con gestos grande no con palabras. Una perdida de tiempo fue todo eso y me viste la cara de gran tonta pero eso se acaba hoy. For someone who was afraid of losing me you sure act like you never gave a fuck. Silly of me to think you did.

[full-thro4]

Uhh acabo de despestarme y recibo la noticia de Toriyama...

[armatofu]

[mirvndas]

propina un corto y lento asentimiento ante palabras ajenas. ' es whisky ' recita, y tratando de esconder el tono de sospecha, miranda se aclara la garganta. ' creo que el whisky necesita un acompañamiento más fuerte ' el; te ves mal, queda implícito en la ligera sonrisa que se asoma en sus labios, indulgente. ' ¿te gustan los canapés?- o quizá, ¿pueda ayudarte con algo más? ' ¿alguna aspirina?, ¿una copa que sí tenga whisky?, pero eso no lo pregunta .

" es whisky. se acabaron los vasos. " explica, antes de cualquier acusación. aclara garganta pues, obvia el detalle de aditivos que lograron el color oscuro & ahora ha borrado de su mente. copa estaba midiendo sus sorbos, dosificados para sobrellevar la noche. " ¿el queso va bien con el? "

[mayra-quijotescx]

if you've known me for a while, you know I have always (except when allowed to be nocturnal) regarded mornings as an old and bitter enemy. But I recently learned, thanks to someone taking the immense risk of talking about it on social media and possibly wrecking it for themself, that for a variety of reasons, very few people hit the grocery store before 9AM.

Maybe they're all headed to work, maybe they're tired and sleeping in, maybe they have other things going on. But if you land in the grocery store between opening and ~9AM most days, odds are it's just going to be you, the opening shift workers, and a couple of older gentlefolks. (and maybe a few other crowd-averse people, which is why I'm wary of talking it up too much, lest we end up creating an Oops! All Introverts rush hour at goddamn 7AM bc nobody wants to be in a late-afternoon grocery crowd.) I wouldn't try it on Sunday bc IDK what churchgoers are up to and I frankly don't trust them, but any other day of the week is fair game, especially the widely-dreaded Monday through Wednesday mornings.

So now when my dumbass brain wakes me up at 6:31AM even though it and I both know we're exhausted as hell, and the weather is decent enough to put up with for a ~45min round trip, I don't get mad. I get groceries. Except now I'm wired and it's not even 10:30 yet? Not sure what to do with that. In my happier days, I'd've still been asleep right now.

*according to people who live in real cities (ie. not Houston, which is more like if a bunch of suburbs unionized but then decided they all hated each other too much to cooperate on anything), a similar phenomenon can be observed from ~12AM-2AM, as everyone is for the most part either trying to sleep in preparation for the next day or trying to forget the previous day at the bar. And if I lived in a real city, let me tell you, I'd be a regular fixture in the nearest all-night grocery. Just me and my little shopping cart singing along to the in-house music bc nobody can see me doing that through my trusty N95. Maybe doing a little dance if I felt bold enough.

[aci25]

PELÉ, la leyenda del fútbol | Conexión Vintage

Pelé fue el protagonista de uno de los programas de "Conexión Vintage". Hoy, debido a su muerte a los 82 años, queremos homenajearle de la mejor manera posible: viendo sus mejores momentos en el fútbol.

[somerandomdudelmao]

I really like this image for a reason… We all know how delicate Donnie is in his shell… and physical contact is not his “favorite thing in the world.”

But allowing Casey to rest on his back seems like a higher level of trust to me. It makes me die of love, tenderness and happiness. It makes me happy because I see him at peace.

At other points in the story, I remember Donatello actively pulling Casey towards him. (I am very aware of the “baby Donatello” scene, when he returns to his adult form and catches up with his earrings, which he hugs Casey towards him to get to work).

I am a person diagnosed with autism, and I see that Donny treats Casey as his security/comfort object/person.

My question is, am I right? Or am I projecting?

PS Thank you for your wonderful work. It is one of my favorite things in my life that gives me a lot of peace and happiness.

🍕 🍕 🍕 🍕 🍕 🍕 🍕 🍕 🍕 Voy a poner esto en español (mi lengua natal), por si alguien que vea esto lo lee y lo puede expresar mejor que yo en ingles... Esta imagen me gusta mucho por una razón … Todos sabemos lo delicado que es Donnie con su caparazón… y el contacto físico no es su “cosa favorita en el mundo”. Pero permitir que Casey descanse en su espalda me parece un nivel de confianza superior. Me hace morir de amor, ternura y felicidad. Me hace feliz porque lo veo en paz. En otros momentos de la historia, recuerdo que Donatello, activamente, acerca a Casey hacia él. (Tengo muy presente la escena de “bebe Donatello”, cuando regresa a su forma adulta y se pone al corriente con sus pendientes, que abraza a Casey hacia a el para ponerse a trabajar).

Soy una persona diagnosticada con autismo, y veo que Donny trata a Casey como su objeto/persona de seguridad/confort. Mi pregunta es, estoy en lo cierto? O me estoy proyectando? PD Gracias por tu maravilloso trabajo. Es de mis cosas favoritas en mi vida que me dan mucha tranquilidad y felicidad.

Yes. Yeas you are right:>

I want to disagree a bit about the whole touch thing, though. Donnie is less tactile than his brothers, yes, but he's still very tactile.

Physical contact is actually quite often his favorite thing in the world. It's just that sometimes it's not.

[pacountry-madrid]

Fallece Kris Kristofferson, cantante, compositor y actor, a los 88 años

Kris Kristofferson transformó las letras en literatura, elevando el oficio a una forma de arte estadounidense legítima de una manera que pocos habían hecho antes. Mitad poeta romántico, mitad trovador popular, mitad narrador de historias de música country.

Fuente: https://www.dirtyrock.info/2024/09/adios-a-kris-kristofferson/

Descanse en paz, D.E.P. 😢

[verso-abstracto]

Quien piense que las relaciones tienen que estar llenas de peleas y reconciliaciones abrumadoras, no sabe lo que es tener la suerte del amor pacífico. Después de crecer, solo queremos vivir en paz, sin vasos rotos y sin vino derramado sobre la alfombra, un amor ligero que descanse nuestro corazón.

- Seguen Oríah ☁️.

[smith-v]

Que en paz descanse esa parte de mi que aguantaba cualquier cosa con tal de no perder a alguien.

[ladygagaqueenedit]

Que en paz descanse Tony Bennett (3 de agosto de 1926 - 21 de julio de 2023).