MOVED

I’ve decided to keep this and my old art log as Archives and I’ve moved over to @slosherenthusiast !!!! ٩( ᐛ )و

you’re really something, aren’t you

come here

sit next to me?

you’re my favorite

i was just thinking about you

i notice you all the time

here, i made this for you

this instrumental reminds me of you

if you do it, i’ll do it

i miss you so much

i wish i had known you sooner

shoutout to the latinos who immagrated from their native countries!

shoutout to the latinos who are still in their native countries!

shoutout to the latinos that are white-passing!

shoutout to the ones who dont “look latino enough”! youre still as latino as your darker family members!!!

shoutout to the latinos who dont speak spanish or dont know how! get rid of the idea that all latinos know how to speak spanish!!!!

shoutout to the latinos that have to face racism all fucking day! it sucks but youre still going strong!

shoutout to the afro-latinos! even our own brothers and sisters might say you are “basically all black” but you arent! be latino with pride!

shoutout to the latinos with “unusual features”! be proud of them!!!

shoutout to latinos with super curly hair! shoutout to latinos with straight hair!

shoutout to the latinos who dont fit the “latin lovers” view that white people have of us!

SHOUTOUT TO FAT LATINOS! we dont all have slim tummies and big butts! we dont all have six packs and big biceps either!

shoutout to the physically or mentally disabled latinos! shoutout to mentally ill latinos! yall are strong as hell!

So today pulling into Stop and Shop, this lady cut me off and nearly drove into me, and then, when I tried to pass her, she swung to the right and nearly hit me again, and then flipped me off.

So somebody is having a bad day and taking it out on me. That’s fine. It’s harmless, and I don’t know what’s going on in this woman’s life. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt she’s not just a piece of shit and is just having a bad day.

But then I park and she follows me, and gets out of the car and starts swearing at me and getting in my face.

Now I go from “indifferent” to “I’m gonna fuck with this woman’s head.” Now I would say I’m a gentleman of size, and in all black and bemohawked I probably look spookier than I actually am, so props to this lady for getting in my face. Now of course I’m not going to hit her, or even threaten violence. That’s shitty. Nobody should get threatened with violence.

Instead, I take a step back, narrowing my eyes like I’m studying her face really closely, and then I touch one of the several piece of “occulty” jewelry I’m wearing (none of which, by the way, are magicked in any way at all). Then I mumble some nonsense under my breath, and then make the fig gesture and the horns at her.

She stops, wide-eyed.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO TO ME?”

I chuckled, and shake my head. “Nothing at all.” I say in a not-terrible convincing voice. “But every time something bad happens to you today, you’re gonna be thinking of me.”

This is the Genuinely Happy Pat of Monster Hunter World

LET THEM ON THE HORSE, PAT