#i caca ❤️

[massivedazaisimp]

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[usedtobeguest123]

My grandma passed away this last week. She was the matriarch of my family, raising a brood of boys on her own in a new country, and the life I have now I owe to her dedication and sacrifice. She is part of why the character of Abuela resonates so strongly with me, not because of their similarities in character, but because of how meaningful it was to see a story like hers represented in a beautiful, celebrated way in mainstream media.

I'll miss her dearly.

I was going through my unused writing snippets and I found this old one I had started for Encantober "Grief" and never finished. I polished it up a bit and offer it up now in my Abuela's honor. It's inspired by this Twitter-posted poem that resonated with so many people. While I know that there's so much more to the everlasting life after this one, this poem speaks such beauty and childlike peace into that transition, and I adore it for that.

Also, for some reason, I always thought that when the time came for Abuela to pass on, Camilo in particular would have a hard time letting go. Let it in, let it out, let it rain, let it snow, let it go, and all that. He seemed a fitting recipient for this, and also someone likely to ask an uncomfortable question.

Love you Grandma; God bless you and keep you. I can't wait to see you in again in paradise ❤️

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It had been happening all. freaking. day.

He’d turn the corner, see a cup or a flower or a damn leaf that somehow reminded him and poof, he’d be someone else. Papi. Dolores. Luisa—a mess of people in quick succession. Thank God he’d managed to keep from changing into her. He didn’t think he could deal with that. Ay, he didn’t think any of them could.

No one blamed him though. When Mirabel witnessed one of his involuntary shifts on his way to the kitchen that morning, she’d just looked at him with that sappy, stupid face she was always making and gave him a hug that maybe did help him feel a little better.

Papi had clapped him hard on the back, keeping a steadying hand on his shoulder as he shifted back down into his own skin. He'd nodded solemnly, giving him a gentle, encouraging lift under the chin.

Tía Julieta just gave him an extra helping at lunch, teary-eyed yet smiling warmly as always.

But it still sucked.

Dios why couldn’t he just get a grip? He felt so jumpy. Everything set him off. He snapped at Antonio when one of his coatis left cacas outside his room again. Even as he spoke he’d known his voice was a too harsh for the situation. He snapped Isabela, and for once she didn’t snap back. She just sent a tiny bloom of flowers settling into his shirt pocket, their stems only a little spikey. He even snapped at Casita when they both knew he'd just tripped on his own two feet.

But he made sure he was on his absolute best behavior around Mami. You want to talk about jumpy? He had nothing on her. Poor Ma.

He managed to hold it together through the rosary, and the next day at mass too, by some miracle. The ceremony was harder, but he pulled through. But then came the reception. Everyone was talking to him and hugging him and offering condolences and ay how many times can you say thank you, I know she's at peace with just the right sad smile before the words start to lose all meaning? Thank you thank you thankyouthankyo—

So. Phwooo. Here he was now, sneaking out of the reception to the back porch of Casita when no one was looking, just to try to fill his stale lungs with a little more air.

After he shut the door quietly behind him, giving a small pat to the wall in thanks to his accomplice Casita, he turned and was surprised to find he in fact was not alone. There, on the small step that led out to the back patio, was Tío Bruno, a rat of course sitting on his shoulder. Eck. Camilo felt a little shiver go down his back.

He considered turning around to find his own private place to brood, but something stopped him. After a moment, and a small nudge from the tiles beneath his feet, he quietly approached instead.

“Hey,” he said lamely.

“Oh!” Bruno startled, flailing comically, but recovered quickly. “Oh, h-hey there Milo.”

Guess I'm not the only one who’s jumpy.

“Do you mind if I…?” he gestured at the empty spot on the stairs next to his tío.

Bruno nodded rapidly, flapping at the spot with his hands and scooting over a minute amount that made absolutely no difference in available space. Camilo sat.

For a while, they didn’t say anything. The rat had disappeared from Tío Bruno’s shoulder to God knows where. They watched the leaves sway on the large gnarled tree that stood proudly behind Casita.

Man, how old was that thing? It had been there as long as he could remember. At some point, a planter had been built around it where Isabela grew a perpetual explosion of flowers, and a swing hung from one of its thicker branches, but he'd seen pictures of when the back porch had let out to just a field and a tree. Camilo found himself wondering if that old thing had always been there, or if it had come with their Miracle.

It looked ancient. The trunk was at least as wide as four humans, twisting and turning up toward the sky at a slight angle before giving way to countless branches, those branches breaking off on their own as well in seemingly infinite chaos. The canopy splayed out above the courtyard in a protective, verdant umbrella so lush that even in the rain, the area underneath often stayed dry. Down below, the roots wove in and out of the soil like great serpents surfacing for air, defying the boundaries of the neat planter and forever upending the level neatness of the patio.

Camilo couldn’t imagine it not being there. He just couldn’t imagine a world without its constant, unshakeable presence. Something heavy and gripping suddenly settled into his chest, and he swallowed hard.

After a moment, his traitorous mouth opened without being told to and he whispered out question so quietly he wasn't sure if Bruno would even hear him.

“What do you think it’s like?”

“Huh?”

“...dying.” Camilo swallowed again, but didn’t look at his uncle. “What do you think it’s like.”

“Oh.” Bruno’s voice was soft. To Camilo’s surprise, he didn’t fidget or squirm like usual. Instead, he seemed to sort of wilt. Camilo glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He'd leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. He stared up toward the big tree too, but he didn’t seem to be really looking at anything.

It was quiet for so long, that Camilo considered cracking some kind of joke to cover his tracks.

What are you thinking anyway, tonto? he thought. Guy just lost his mom. You gonna drop a rock like that on him? He really did need to get a grip. He needed to break the tension, ease the mood.

“Well, it must not have been that bad if Abuela allowed it to happen,” he joked, his voice light, wry, and guarding. “I think even La Muerte herself would have layed off if Abuela had given her that one stern look she had, ya know?"

Camilo chuckled, but Bruno didn't laugh. He didn't respond at all. He was still looking at the tree with a distant expression. Camilo narrowed his eyes at him—it didn't even seem like he'd heard a thing.

“...Tío?”

At that, Bruno dropped his eyes down to look at his hands, woven together loosely between his bent knees. He tipped his palms up slightly as if he was looking for something there. He took a slow breath, and then he began to speak.

“When I was a kid,” he said, “a-a real little kid, we had this big party at Casita. You know how it goes. House full of people, everything is busy and bright and loud. I don't remember what it was for anymore, b-but the whole time I just was torn between wanting to not miss a minute of it all, but, but, but also trying to be on my best behavior, like I knew Ma would want, a-and also also trying look out for my sisters, who were doing fine by the way, definitely didn't need me looking out for them but—well, anyway.”

Bruno cleared his throat, and Camilo watched him curiously. He nodded for him to continue, and Bruno nodded back.

“A-anyway, I didn't make it through the whole night. I got tired, like kids do, a-and fell asleep in some corner of the courtyard, heh. Passed right out. And Ma—y-your abuela, she found me and picked me up.”

Bruno looked up then, turning to look at Camilo with a sad, crooked smile and an odd brightness in his eyes.

“She carried me upstairs to my room. I could still hear the party—laughter and singing and music and joy—just in the next room over, but in my room with Mamá it was all still and quiet and peaceful. When she tucked me in, she kissed my cheek, and she whispered, ‘You did well, mijo. You did well. I've got you now.’”

Bruno swallowed. “It…it all just felt so…so…safe,” he shrugged. “Like…relief, I guess. Contentment. Idaknow. I think….maybe, um, maybe dying is… something like that.”

The tight feeling was back in Camilo's chest, and he felt a tear streak down his face before he was even aware it was there. He blinked. Bruno looked down at his empty hands again. The air around them had grown cool, the sun now set. The sound of crickets hummed, and the gentle murmurs from the reception wafted out from the warmly lit windows of Casita. Camilo sniffed loudly.

“That doesn't sound so bad,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. Bruno nodded with a broken chuckle, and brought a sleeve up to wipe roughly at his own face.

“Yeah. It doesn't.”

Then, without warning, Camilo’s shoulders quaked, his breath hitching and more tears suddenly appearing as all the pent-up pressure of the day rose to the surface and broke free. He choked out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a cry. Bruno put an arm around him.

The wind blew gently through the branches of the tree, ruffling the leaves in a hushed lullaby. The ropes of the swing creaked sweetly along with it. And there on the porch, settled between the warm murmurs of the reception behind them and the cool peace of the star-filled night, after his breathing had slowed and his tears had been wiped dry, Camilo thought that maybe he could finally feel within him a measure of stillness.

[scourgethecat66]

2023!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

NEW YEAR HERE HAS COME AND HERE ARE MY WORDS

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE TIME YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WITJ ME

IN A FEW MONTHS THIS BLOG REACHED OVER 1k AND I CANT BELIEVE IT

THANK YOU FOR IT ALL

THANK YOU FOR BEING THERE WHEN MY ART LOOKED LIKE ACTUALLY DOOKEY CACA…..

THANK YOU ❤️

NO MATTER HOW INACTIVE I MAY BE SOMETIMES

OR HOW SICK

MANY OF YOU STILL STICK WITH ME

TYANK YOU

thank you ❤️

[apropositodime]

Non sono tra i tumbleri più celebri , non mi caca nessuno e va bene così, finché non arriva il momento di segnalarmi qualcosa, un quadro bellissimo, una foto artistica, tutto va bene purché segnalabile. 😃😃😃

Siamo pieni di bot porno ma segnaliamo loro,così tutti insieme solidali😜.

#nonrompetelamimchiaame

❤️🌺 Ciao 😜😁

[cozyaliensuperstar7]

Raquel's Health Journey

raquelwwe:

The healing journey has been a learning journey too. Learning about the lymphatic system and coming in for regular lymphatic massages has been so pivotal in helping me get past some caca days. Sometimes I spend all day at @detoxitymedispa and I love it!

#healing #lymphaticmassage #lymphaticsystem #hivamat200 #detox #detoxity #toxicfreeliving

Being able to get back in the ring Monday meant so much to me. This has been a long couple of months. This didn’t just take a toll on my body but it took a big hit to my mental health. I isolated myself and I’m grateful I had people who love me around me to be there with me as I questioned my self worth and my future. Some blood work came back with mold and toxin poisoning that caused such a big reactions and flare up. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to work through this and not stress when it is difficult to look at yourself and not recognize what you see in the mirror. I have major respect for people struggling out there. I hope you know you’re not alone. I’ve had to change my workout routines, my diet, and really focus on a closer relationship with God. I miss tortillas, pickles, chocolate, tequila, baked goods and cheese but I know that God has a plan for me. I know that I can put my worries and trust in him and that one day I’ll be able to eat all those yummy things again. For now I’m focusing on the present and counting my blessing of getting to be in Perth Australia for the first time ever ❤️ God is good 🙏🏼

Living for that chamber life! On my healing journey and finally getting to test out the Hyperbaric Oxygen therapy 😮‍💨🫁 what do yall think? I plan on sharing all the new technology I’m learning about to help heal myself and hopefully help others too

[vanny204]

Amor.

Bueno, siendote sincera mamá nunca fue una gran triunfante en el amor. Casi siempre me rechazaban o yo terminaba rechazando los a ellos.

Bueno mi vida, eso tiene un porque... Mama siempre fue temerosa al demostrar sus sentimientos, había tenido un par de novios/ligues que sinceramente no habían Sido los más honestos conmigo. Así que decidí reservarme un tiempo después de lo sucedido con el cacas. Dure casi 2 años soltera. Suena muy raro. En esas épocas de mi vida sinceramente lo que menos quería era tener un "novio". Estaba tan asqueada de esa palabra y todo lo que conllevaba. Había pedido las esperanzas de casarme, de formar una familia, había perdido las esperanzas de muchas cosas.

Pero una sola persona me volvió a llenar de ilusión.

Un enero de 2021 ví a tu papá en un examen extraordinario, específicamente de Física I:) Lo ví tan guapo, tan precioso que sinceramente me gustó. En vez de hacer mi examen le mandé mensajes a tu tía Gema para decirle lo guapo que era este chico:)

Me volví a encontrar a tu papá en un ETS (Examen a Título de Suficiencia) de dibujo técnico I. Está vez aunque no pasará mi examen, debía mínimo encontrar a tu papá en facebook, así que gracias a su nombre completo lo encontré y lo agregue:)

Tu papá noto la solicitud, la acepto y me envió otra desde otro perfíl suyo. Bueno, aquí si me pase un poco... Un poquito... No le mandé mensaje, ni un solo mensaje durante 2 años. Los mismos años que estuve soltera.

¿Por qué? Bueno, mamá era aún muy tonta. Necesitaba dejar todo lo que tenía atrás, necesitaba cerrar todos mis ciclos, todas mis heridas, necesitaba sanar. Ademas, en casa de tu abuela las cosas no iban bien, así que no quise arriesgarme a sufrir más.

Bueno, papá dice que me vio varias veces en la preparatoria. Incluso una amiga quería juntarlo conmigo pero a él le dió mucha pena. Bueno no lo culpo, de seguro a mí también me hubiera dado mucha pena hablar con el jajaja. (Es que es demasiado guapo 😩)

En diciembre de 2022... Sucedió.

Subí una foto a mis historias de facebook, nada anormal... Hasta que me llegó un mensaje muy bonito...

"Chihuahua, estoy intentando enamorarte por telepatía déjate".

Claramente lo escribió tu papá. A lo que yo conteste un Ola ajajajajajaj. Después le dije que no le estaba funcionando esa técnica, que lo intentará directamente, tu papá acepto.

Eso fue un 5 de diciembre de 2022, en la noche, al rededor de las 9 pm... Desde ese día no hemos parado de hablar ni un poco.

Ese mismo día unos momentos después me lleno de curiosidad ver su perfil, así que fui a ver su perfíl de facebook. Sentí un piquete en mi corazón y muchas mariposas cuando me di cuenta que era aquel chico que había visto en los exámenes. No lo podía creer.

Comenzamos a hablar toda la semana, conociéndonos un poco. Le conté algunas cosas de mi vida, el me contó alguna de las suyas, todo lo sentía tan natural. Poco a poco me sentí cómoda con el. Sentía que no me juzgaria nunca. No te miento, me enamoré.

No te miento, mamá siempre se dejó llevar por sus sentimientos, pero está vez sentí algo distinto. Sentí que las cosas estaban bien, sentí que a su lado no había porque temer, sentí que de verdad tu papá no me dañaría. Está vez, después de tanto tiempo sentía que las cosas estarían bien.

Un 10 de diciembre como a las 10 pm, llegó un texto largo a mis mensajes acompañado de un "...¿Quieres ser mi novia?..."

No mija, yo llore. Llore mucho. ¿Por qué? Ni yo lo sé. Sentí una emoción increíble, sentí tan bonito, sentí tantas cosas que aún no me explico. Brinque de la emoción.❤️

Claramente acepté. No dude en decirle que si. ❤️

Comenzó lo que podría decirte que es la historia de amor más hermosa que he vivido. ¿Por qué? Porque amo a tu papá demasiado, lo amo con cada célula de mi cuerpo, lo amo con cada par craneal, lo amo con cada eritrocito, con cada leucocito, con cada plaqueta, con cada neurona que existe en mi cuerpo.

Lo amo como jamás había pensado amar a nadie.

Me di cuenta mientras pasaba el tiempo que jamás había amado a nadie hasta que llegó el. No había conocido lo que era sentir un hogar en los brazos de tu amado, jamás había conocido lo que era sentir que en un beso te enseñaban tantas cosas.🥺❤️‍🩹

Tu papá me hizo ser yo de nuevo. Me impulso a hacer muchas cosas. Me impulso a amar mi cuerpo, me hizo querer cada centímetro de el, me hizo sentir la mujer más hermosa del mundo.❤️‍🩹

Tu papá me hizo sentir una y mil veces feliz. Me hace muy feliz.❤️‍🩹

Te juro que hubiera cambiado todos mis recuerdos de secundaria/preparatoria por conocerlo a el. Hubiera dejado demasiadas cosas por el.

Muchas veces pensé en fugarme con el, decirle que nos fuéramos a un lugar donde pudiéramos estar juntos sin sentir presión de que cada uno tenía que regresar a su casa... A porque cuando tu papá iba a la casa de tu abuela a verme, cada que se iba lloraba.

¿Por qué? Porque tu papá era la única luz que tenía yo en esa casa. Porque yo no encontraba nada más que me hiciera querer estar viva que el.

Pensé muchas veces en dejar todo a la deriva, en perderme, en no luchar por nada. Pero tu papá me impulso siempre, tu papá siempre estuvo para mí, siempre siempre sentí amor en sus abrazos y en sus besos.

[airaibunny]

And yes I call her caca all the time ❤️

-📓

only tolerate it bc it’s u

[fahrni]

Saturday Morning Coffee

Good morning from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina! ☕️

This is our final morning here. It’s been a super fun week having our daughter, son-in-law, and grandkids with us, but eventually you have to rejoin the routine. 🏖️

The New York Times

Donald J. Trump, twice impeached as president and now twice indicted since leaving the White House, surrendered to federal authorities in Miami on Tuesday and was arraigned on charges that he had put national security secrets at risk and obstructed investigators.

So it begins. Will this be the thing that takes TFG down? One can only hope the most corrupt President in the history of the United States is finally held to account.

I’m not holding my breath. I suspect he’ll get off with a slap on the wrist, run for President again, and if he wins go on his whirlwind tour of revenge and dismantling of our democracy. 😡

iamthatis • Reddit

Today’s a much sadder post than that initial one eight years ago. June 30th will be Apollo’s last day.

Wow. Reddit is really being a bunch of caca heads. I understand the need to charge for their API use, I really do. They’re not currently profitable and want to go public, which is really strange to wrap my brain around.

As for Apollo and all the other tools and clients written to make usage of the platform better, I’m sorry you’re getting a really bad deal and hope you land on your feet. ❤️

Platformer

Today, let’s talk about the Reddit protests that temporarily took down the site today — and how, after years of working successfully to devolve power to its user base, the company wound up regretting it.

I guess all the subreddit moderators making their subreddits private really hit the site hard at the same time. 🤣

The New Republic

Starbucks has banned Pride decorations in its stores halfway through Pride Month, the company’s workers union revealed Tuesday, in a stunning cave to far-right anti-LGBTQ fury.

Pathetic. Why are you caving to a small group of extremely vocal, hateful, people?

I don’t have anything additional to say on the matter. It’s just too pathetic. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Time

Now, the Australian government is trying to tackle the problem by placing a ban on swastikas and other Nazi symbols. “There is no place in Australia for symbols that glorify the horrors of the Holocaust,” Australian Attorney General Mark Dreyfus said on June 8.

Good for Australia. The United States could learn a thing or two from our Aussie friends. We should do the same here and while we’re at it ban the Confederate flag. They’re not symbols of hate and oppression and have no place in a civilized nation — not that we’re being too civilized these days. 🇺🇸

Mac Rumors

In macOS Sonoma, currently in beta, you can create individual web apps for any website that you frequent in Safari, and have them sit beside other apps in your Dock.

I’m fairly certain this is Safari playing catch-up to the likes of Chrome but it’s nice to see it happening.

Next thing you know Apple will be embracing React Native! 🤣

9to5Google

In an unexpected announcement today, Google Domains is “winding down following a transition period,” with Squaresquare taking over the business and assets.

This is kind of wild and seemingly out of the blue. Now the mass exodus begins. I’ve heard great things about Porkbun and Hover. I’m still using Namecheap.

Six Colors

One of the lessons to be taken from the Apple silicon era is that the chips are what they are. An M2 performs more or less the same whether it’s in a Mac mini or MacBook Air or iPad Pro. So when I say that Apple’s new 15-inch MacBook Air is more or less identical to the 13-inch M2 MacBook Air, I really mean it—at least in terms of how it works.

I’m still using my 2019 company issued x86 MacBook Pro with the janky keyboard. When I get back from this lovely vacation I’m finally going to setup my brand spanking new M2 MacBook Pro.

I’d imagine — given I haven’t use an Mx based Mac yet — the new MacBook Air would be an excellent computer for me. It has a better price point and would feel blazing fast compared to my 2019 model. What I’m saying is, it’s a great option for anyone. Especially if you’re after a lightweight computer. 🍎

Ars Technica

Body mass index has for decades been used as a shorthand for assessing body fat and weight-related health risks. But for about just as long, critics have noted the simple calculation is laden with problems; BMI doesn’t actually measure fat mass, account for its distribution, or how those differ by age, gender, ethnicity, race, and how those differences affect health risks.

Finally! I’ve shared my feelings on the BMI in the past, unfortunately I can’t find that blog post to link to here. It’s nice to see someone finally push back on it. 💪🏼

CNN

South Carolina resident Sophia Celentano commutes to her New Jersey summer internship by plane, weekly, revealing on her TikTok account that it’s actually cheaper than renting near her advertising gig’s New Jersey office.

If I wasn’t so frightened of heights and flying I could see the benefit of doing something like this. There was a point when I’d spend one week a month in Seattle and I always enjoyed that time. I’d get a direct flight on Alaska Air from Fresno to Seattle on Monday morning and return home Friday evening. It was always a long week but it was also rewarding to stay in close touch with my Visio friends.

Hi Bill! 👋🏼😃

[imowlysh]

Vengo aquí de cabeza después de ver tu respuesta del tag game y... omgggg Liena-- 👁️👁️ Y TU ESTILO DE DIBUJO HMMM

Now switching to English for my question cause I got curious: could you give some info about them? 👉👈

AAAAAAAAH MUCHISIMAS GRACIAS 🥺❤️ !

this ask refers to this tag game!

ok so i have simultaneously a lot to say and nothing to say about liena so bear with me? 😁

liena is the oc i use as my mc and therefore the human exchange student in the devildom! they're 25, in a constant young adult crisis, and from spain. their background is heavily inspired by spanish mythology/folklore, mostly aragonese (with some touches by me!) barriendo pa casa 💃🏻

they're mostly calm and collected, but they have a strong temperament that can come out whenever they have to defend their ideas (which is constantly because they're annoyingly stubborn) (this has proven to get them in quite a bit of trouble sometimes). they're also a very private person and not very talkative. overall they look constantly tired & annoyed but they're actually nicer, just,,,, in their own way, maybe.

they're very interested in magic since they were little due to being able to see into 'other worlds' (basically being in contact with magical creatures & stuff, they're an alma blanca/debinaire) so when they arrived to the devildom it was shocking AND exciting! nobody knew about that though and liena didn't say anything. anyway they're gonna have sooo much fun experimenting with magic, good luck to whoever is around !!

i have literally no idea of how to introduce an oc so here, a smol liena with their season 1 look, probably regretting their life's choices or something, the usual

thank you so much for asking !!! 🤲🏼❤️

[edmyfluffybear]

LUV YOU CACA! ❤️

And it's okay if we don't have the same opinions

People come from different backgrounds and are brought up to believe in different viewpoints. haina?

I've had different experiences with things.

Wouldn’t it be boring if both of us shared the same opinions??

Just don't let this difference in opinions thingy get between our life long yaari. Okay?

Good night my lovely!!❤️

Yeaa kify you're so right🌸 and I always express my opinion to you just becoz I know you'll understand it, and you always respect others opinion and I love this thing about you.. Nd our friendship will be forever🥰also I wanted to tell you that I sometimes get angry when we usually talk about politics but I never hated or disliked you for that,the only thing which makes me sad, irritated or angry while talking to u is only that you're not a sheerio anymore, I know the reason you told me that you don't love Teddy now or maybe you still like him(sorry if you don't like me mentioning this topic again and again but I really wanna tell you this:) and our friendship just began becoz of him nd I'll never forget that nd it will always make me feel bad, and now I just wanna say you that I love ya sm cupcake🧁💟🙃

[rintaroll]

OMG HI. WE'RE MUTAULS NOW THATS SO COOL, IM PINA /YVEBELLA/FART/CACA/TIANEN WHATEVER U WANT TO CAL ME HEY NEW FIRNED❤️❤️❤️😋

HIII AND WHY.. WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY NAMES I ONLY HAVE OLIVIA/LIV I FEEL INFERIOR AHJSNDMD AND WHY ARE WE TALKING IN CAPS