#Eddie Del Rio

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Cyberpunk madness by Eddie Del Rio

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Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Artist: Alexander Jaeger / Eddie Del Rio

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Robota Battleship by Eddie del Rio

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Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge - Restaurant Concept Art by Eddie Del Rio

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Orko design by Eddie Del Rio

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Metal Gear Solid Movie Concept Art by Eddie Del Rio

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Bad movie I have W.C. Fields Comedy Collection It has The Bank Dick 1940, My Little Chickadee 1940, You Can’t Cheat an Honest Man 1939, It’s a Gift 1934 and International House 1933

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Unused Predacon concept art for Transformers: Rise of the Beasts by Eddy Del Rio

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Homecoming by Eddie Del Rio

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You talking abt drag queen stevie is giving me life bc for weeks the scenario of her enetering drag race has been playing in my mind. Like she's an old queen, an established name, people know her and when she eneters the girlies are gagged bc that's her!!!(i wrote Life Is Ours We Live It Our Way so drag queen Stevie will always be Princess Dingus to me <3).

And like the first mini challenge is a photo shoot and then they're all getting out of drag and while many have seen Stevie out of drag no one has really seen her get in and out of drag and they're all just shooketh as all these scars are revealed. I'm specifically thinking about the confessionals of another queen going like "I look over and Princess Dingus is wiping off her make up and she's just covered in scars. Bad ones. And im over here thinking like, girl, what the hell happened to you."

The competition goes on etc etc, I think Stevie wouldn't mention the scars at first, just go on. She's like one of the bitchy queens that is actually really sweet, think Bianca Del Rio (season 6). She of course has adopted one of the younger queens of the season. Then the producers push bc of drama so when they're getting ready, one of the other queens asks: "Who is that?" in regards to a picture with Eddie.

And Stevie will be like : "That's my husband." and everyone is of course saying how cute they look together whatever and then someone asks how they get together and Stevie just tells them: "We got held my a serial killer together back in '86 and then managed to escape during the earthquake that hit our town."

Like can you imagine the drama, the big eyes, the reactions. Just aghhh i love drag queen Stevie

!!!! holy shit i love life is ours!!!!!! one of the best Gender stevie fics out there, big fan!!!

and oh my godddd i love this, i think like. tv would love to milk her whole 'oh im scarred and thought i wasn't beautiful but drag made me feel better about myself :')' storyline and stevies just like. i mean. okay. do what you gotta for $100,000 ig (i feel like she wouldn't win but she would get miss congeniality bc even if she's kind of a bitch she just CANNOT turn off her mom energy)

also when the show comes out every week someone has to tie rob and eddie to chairs and lock their phones away for at least three days or else they'll start Ungodly Twitter Feuds over like. one slightly mean comment someone makes to stevie. god help whoever knocks her out of the competition

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Robota Battleship, by Eddie del Rio via ImaginarySteampunk

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"Los tres de West Memphis" (documental)

El 5 de mayo de 1993, tres niños de ocho años de edad cogen sus bicicletas para salir a dar una vuelta por el vecindario en la ciudad de West Memphis (Arkansas). Algunos vecinos los ven jugar sobre las 18:30. Sin embargo, el padre adoptivo de uno de ellos se teme lo peor cuando comienza a atardecer, los llama para volver a casa y no aparecen. Cuando llega la noche, amigos y vecinos de la zona deciden juntarse y hacer una búsqueda, con la esperanza de encontrar a los pequeños. Siguen desaparecidos.

La mañana del 6 de mayo, la policía es la que se une a la búsqueda, con escasos resultados durante aquella mañana. Cuando ya se ha acercado el mediodía (son las 13:45), el oficial Steve Jones encuentra un zapato negro en un arroyo pantanoso que culmina en un canal de drenaje. La peor de las noticias está por llegar: los cuerpos de los tres niños, desnudos, atados de pies y manos con los cordones de sus zapatos y mutilados, aparecen arrojados en un rio.

Los detalles del asesinato son suficientemente morbosos como para que no haya necesidad de adentrarse en ellos. Christopher Byers, Michael Moore y Edward Branch eran amigos, iban a la escuela Primaria, y uno de ellos todavía creía en Papá Noel y el conejo de Pascua cuando fue asesinado.

Así comienza uno de los casos más polémicos, injustos y plagados de errores de la historia de Estados Unidos.

Nos encontramos con un vecindario con sed de justicia y los medios de comunicación dispuestos a aplacar el hambre de información de cualquier manera. Las pistas parecen indicar que los perpetradores del crimen son tres adolescentes del barrio. Damien Echols tiene 18 años y es un joven al que le gusta el heavy metal, con aspecto oscuro y una extraña afición a los libros de rituales satánicos. Jessie Miskelley Jr., de 17 años, tiene discapacidad cognitiva y se pasa el día metido en peleas y actos delictivos. Por último, Jason Baldwin parece el más normal de los tres: un joven de 16 años infinitamente tímido, pero que, según sus conocidos, haría cualquier cosa que le dijera Echols, pues son amigos de toda la vida. Además, han dejado los estudios y tenían 'hobbies' extraños. Los relatos de los testigos eran inconsistentes, pero la prensa los dio por buenos.

Damien Echols es condenado a muerte. Jason Baldwin es condenado a cadena perpetua. Miskelley también, más dos sentencias de 20 años cada una. A nadie le cabe duda de que los tres jóvenes han realizado un ritual satánico que ha terminado con la vida de los tres niños. La prensa ayuda a concebir esa imagen de adolescentes perturbados, los vecinos están dispuestos a creerla y la policía está dispuesta a usar la coacción.

No solo Echols conoce detalles del caso a la perfección, sino que finalmente Miskelley acaba confesando que los tres son los culpables del crimen. El problema es que Echols conoce los detalles por toda la información que previamente le ha dado la propia policía, y Miskelley tiene coartada y además le han prometido antes que, si confiesa, tendrá trato preferencial en la cárcel. Son condenados el 19 de marzo de 1994.

Mientras Echols se encontraba en el corredor de la muerte (donde aprovechó para conocer a la que primero sería su novia y después su mujer, Lorri Davis) y Miskelley y Baldwin en prisión, comenzaron a surgir las primeras voces que alertaban de las incongruencias del juicio. Joe Berlinger y Bruce Sinofsky dirigieron tres documentales que mostraban dichas incongruencias, conocidos como 'Paradise Lost', en los que se utilizó la canción 'Nothing Else Matters', de Metallica, como símbolo de la lucha.

No solo documentales, también comenzaron a escribirse libros sobre el caso y algunos músicos como Henry Rollins, Disturbed, la banda de 'metalcore' Zao o Disturbed sacaron canciones pidiendo que se 'liberase a los tres' y tratando el tema. Incluso otras celebridades como Johnny Depp los apoyaron, y Eddie Veder, de Pearl Jam, realizó conciertos a favor del trío y mantenía relación constante con Baldwin y Echols.

Mientras tanto, en 2007 se recogió ADN del lugar de los hechos y se comprobó que no coincidía con el de ninguno de los condenados, pero de nada sirvió. Los acusados continuaban en la cárcel y seguían perdiendo los juicios, pese al activismo de la mujer de Echols, la mencionada Lorri Davis.

La doctrina Alford

Tras pasar 18 años en la cárcel, finalmente los tres de West Memphis pudieron acogerse a la doctrina Alford: una declaración norteamericana por la que un infractor responde a cargos penales no admitiendo culpa sino inocencia respecto al acto por el que se le acusa. En otras palabras, el acusado sigue asegurando su inocencia, pero acepta que existen evidencias que llevan a que haya dudas razonables y se le pueda acusar. Los tres condenados tuvieron que admitir públicamente su culpabilidad aun siendo inocentes.

Además de los documentales, las pruebas presentadas y los músicos a su favor, incluso dos de las familias de las víctimas se habían unido a la petición por liberarles. Fueron liberados con 10 años de sentencia suspendida tras haber pasado 18 en prisión.

Los chavales que fueron culpados por pintarse las uñas de negro y escuchar heavy metal, ahora son adultos que intentan llevar una vida normal, viven con sus parejas, viajan y han aprendido a conducir. Sin embargo, el caso a estas alturas sigue abierto: no se sabe quién asesinó, aquel 5 de mayo, a tres niños de primaria.

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Transformers: Rise of the Beasts by Eddie Del Rio

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Robota: human fighter by Eddie Del Rio

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Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge Concept Art by Eddie Del Rio

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In defense of drag:

Drag is an incredibly important art form, as are all subversive forms of expression. However, this is especially important to a historically marginalized community of which I am a part, and I will not stand silently by as it is needlessly targeted and regulated by fear-based ideology.

Dolly Parton is Drag. Liberace, Eddie Izzard, Freddie Mercury, Elton John, Harry Styles and soooo many other cultural icons have played with society’s boundaries of gender expression with impunity due to some other asset they’ve offered or privilege they’ve been afforded.

Your local drag performer is no different. Neither is the 12 year old who secretly plays dress up with their sister’s clothes, or longs to express themselves in their own unique way. Their freedom to follow that impulse is just as important to the culture at large. The damage that is done by sending a message that their self-expression is harmful, unwelcome or indecent is far greater than attending a drag story time or being exposed to the art form in mainstream culture.

I’ll admit that I was once turned off by drag because of the discomfort it espoused. It was initially unsettling seeing men subvert the societal box imposed upon them. It seemed dirty and vulgar, and I wanted nothing to do with it. It evoked the shameful feelings of internalized homophobia that I felt as a child when I overheard my parents being chastised for letting me play with dolls or take ballet.

The very sight of it made the toxic masculinity that had been insidiously pressed upon me my entire life bubble up from my gut in a suffocating pall. I’m not ashamed to admit that I once felt that way so others who still feel that discomfort know that it’s okay to feel it at first - that’s sort of the point.

I’m eternally grateful that I had a dear friend basically force me to watch RuPaul’s Drag Race from the beginning, and to say it changed my life is an understatement.

It enriched it.

Becoming a patron of drag not only broadened my worldview but also enhanced my sense of humor, beauty, and whimsy. There is nothing like the awe-inspiring experience of seeing an exquisite drag performer like Violet Chachki up close and personal, or literally rolling on the floor in uncontrollable laughter from the brilliant comedic offerings of Jinkx Monsoon or Bianca Del Rio.

Drag fearlessly and fabulously plays with the foibles of this unruly thing we call society. In the words of the infinitely wise RuPaul Charles, it engages the “tenacity of the human spirit”.

I’m no longer ashamed to admit that I was that 12 yr old boy who made dresses out of blankets and strutted the imaginary runway in his bedroom. There was absolutely nothing sexual or pathological or perverted about it - it was innocent and pure self-expression. It’s also important to note that these harmless impulses arose naturally, not due to any exposure. It wasn’t until much later that I learned about the drag community. How much easier my adolescent years would have been if I could have seen society validate that, even in the smallest way. I no longer find it dirty or twisted or wrong.

All I can see now is courage and truth.

For those of you traditionalists who are still clutching your theoretical pearls I will leave you with this - I simply do not enjoy or connect with the great American sport of football.

I’ve given it the ole’ college try! I’ve gone to games, had friends and family members explain it, even tried to follow fantasy leagues and betting pools in order to understand the appeal.

After thorough investigation, I can pretty confidently say that it’s just not my bag. However, I can’t stop the fact that football is simply everywhere. It’s on TV when I go out to eat, it’s the daily conversation topic of my co-workers, it’s the event that completely took over my city a few weeks ago.

I can still acknowledge and respect how important it is to some people, not to mention the Herculean athletic stamina and strategy required by its players.

That said, if I were in some alternate universe where legislation was introduced to regulate the right to have tailgate parties, middle and high school football teams, and /or publicly celebrate this fundamentally American sport, I would be in full support of appealing it. I would fight for the existence of something that is important to a large swath of society—even if I cannot understand or connect to it.

To put it simply:

**YOU DON’T HAVE TO ENJOY OR ENGAGE WITH DRAG TO SUPPORT IT**

However, denying others the right to do so or attempting to eradicate/control it in public spaces sends a very scary and pointed message to people like yours truly. It also denies the simple fact that our society is a rich tapestry made up of many vastly different interests, tastes, and communities.

These things simply MUST be allowed to be expressed freely, otherwise we start toward a very slippery slope of a society where maybe something that you love and cherish will one day be deemed unfit for the mainstream culture.

I implore you to keep an open mind, and listen to those who are speaking up about this.

We are good, we are valid, we are important. So much of the culture you enjoy originated in queer/marginalized communities. Please allow us our freedom to keep creating - I can assure you that you would not like to live in a world without it.