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The sexual tension of Bethyl
Never sung out in front of a big group in public like everything was fun! Like everything was a big game! I sure as hell never cut my wrists looking for attention!
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1. Denial and Isolation
If you didn’t think this episode was a beautiful display of character development, then watch it again.
You don’t know nothin’!
no more moonshine for you
Norman once said that if Daryl falls in love with you, he’s gonna love you forever. And then he said after yesterday’s episode that Daryl will have a “soft spot” for Beth forever. Not my words.. ask Mr Reedus! :)
Si de algo ha servido este proceso, es para redimensionar a los medios en #Venezuela, quedando desplazados totalmente los tradicionales, quien diría que migraríamos a un streaming web o que alguien haría uno durante una protesta. Los sitios web, con información verídico o no, capturaron también sus fieles seguidores. La reposición 2.0 o capacidad de ver y compartir una y otra vez la información nunca hubiese sido posible en un medio tradicional. Usuarios que cobraron fuerza gracias al eco de seguidores y por supuesto las ventajas y desventajas que estos traen consigo. Recuerdo que en US este año se hizo historia en los Golden Globes por que una serie creada para web y no para tv fue nominada por 1era vez, creo que en Venezuela también hicimos historia ante una audiencia sedienta de información y medios tradicionales sin contenido ¡Esto ya es parte de nuestra historia!
Manifestantes que se concentraban en la ciudad de Valencia, capturaron hace pocos minutos a un presunto Guardia Nacional Bolivariano (GNB) que se encontraba de civil y armado dentro de la manifestación.
La protesta se llevaba a cabo en la avenida Bolívar de la capital carabobeña, y varias personas vieron sospechoso al hombre y procedieron a interrogarlo, luego de capturarlo, le quitaron sus documentos y pudieron constatar que se trataba de un funcionario.
Los presentes observaron que una motocicleta con dos personas a bordo se acercó y el pasajero (quien usaba un suéter color rojo) se bajó de la moto. En ese momento dos personas que formaban parte de la actividad de protesta le preguntaron si estaba armado, ya que -según los testigos- se le veía un bulto de un costado. El sujeto asegura que no está armado y acto seguido varias personas lo agarraron para desarmarlo y descubren que debajo del suéter tenía una pistola 9mm, con 10 cartuchos sin percutir.
Los manifestantes revisaron la identificación del hombre y descubren que posee un carnet del Ministerio para la Defensa y es sargento primero de la GNB. En vista de este escenario, los presentes no dudaron en llamar a la Policía Municipal, quienes se llevaron al sujeto a la comisaría de la Plaza Bolívar. Al parecer, el hombre no explicó porqué si andaba vestido de civil se acercó a ese punto armado y no pronunció ningún argumento en su defensa.
Al parecer este portaba un arma de fuego que le fue detectada al momento del encontronazo con la sociedad civil.
Quedó identificado como Fernando Quezada, sargento primero, de la Guardia Nacional Bolivariana.
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”
~Plato’s The Symposium.
How many times will I reblog this? “Always.”
This is actually my favourite thing
this gives me hope
(Source: eternalseptember, via fromseveralroomsaway)
Oki Well there goes the story of my little brother and I getting arrested this monday (is long but take a minute of your day):
My brother and I left at 3.30am to make a barricade near home, we had nothing burned cuz that was the plan not to burn when the police arrived with the lights off and well I was closer to them just because I had left a bag of rubbish out there and they came down with guns pointed at us and ran but were many and they grabbed me, yell to warn people, screamed for help and the ladies were hanging out of the windows to ask them to not arrest me. I was send into the car and a few minutes later my brother was with me. (Note: he’s just amazing he ran, he could’ve escaped but he stopped and got arrested just to be with me, as soon as he got into the car he said is ok i’m here and hugged me, I have an amazing brother and I love him)
A girl police began with the speech of the little children of mommy and daddy … and the alleged students and you can imagine..
They took us to san francisco (another city) to the first division and put us in jail that they call dungeon
My brother who’s underage was put in a cell of pure male adults and another child because they had not enough cells for unaccompanied minors. The police said hey Take care of it is minor and if something happens we are all screwed
My brother’s shoes were stole One prisoner said: Your shoes look cute and I think they are my size and well, my brother did not hesitate to tell him they are yours, also was offered cocaine that he rejected twice
Rest of the night by what I heard them speak with my brother they said dont be scare we won’t hurt you, you are a underage they will let u go tomorrow…
I was in a cell with a nice lady
But it was too disgusting! it was a cell with a cement floor for the water to run, the walls with blood stains and ink, everything smelled like rancid pee and we only had a little mattress to share that was..well disgusting
On monday morning they took us to court and half way the police told me that they would not receive me because they had too many cases
So in the afternoon when the police returned to San Francisco I went with them..another night at jail for me, but I was so glad, so relieve that my little brother was out with my family.
another thing was that in the next cell they use it as a deposit and at night when there was no noise came out two mice of the size of a small cat, so I did not sleep at all because mice and cockroaches took turns trying to enter our cell, so I could only rest when people was awake and made noise in the morning or afternoon so mice won’t came out
About the bath, each cell has one, no doors or walls to cover it…
One of the police girl brought a soap of her house at night and the lady on my cell and I took turns to bathe and I
Did not eat anything because everything smelled like rancid urine ..
It was too gross.
The next morning I was send to court there I had a embarrassing moment when I was asked by a policewoman to undress to get registered but thanks God, everything well out well at the end I was said I can’t get caught making more barricades because the next time I won’t get out that easily, I can protest pacifically, I can march or make noise and well I went out at 8-9pm aprox
Im so proud of myself, I consider myself a crying baby sometimes but not this time I never cried I didn’t let them feel superior by having me crying, I was innocent since I was defending my rights and I was on my right to protest
When I arrived home and could read my phone messages and facebook and twitter I realized I became at least for some people friends or friend’s friends or some ppl who find out bout me bcuz of twitter some kind of an inspiration, they called me brave and a warrior too, I’m a super shy person but it made me glad I made that desire those people have of changing the way the country is grow
And well I can’t make barricades again, but every Venezuelan has my entire support and every bless I pray before going to sleep is with you, we are all fighters and heroes, we are determined and we won’t stop until we get the country we all deserve and want
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