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comparativetarot · 1 year

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El Loco. Art by Meraaaaki, from Tarot Criollo.

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fxrehawk · 9 months

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i yell about weird horses a lot for someone that never draws weird horses

just playing around with some Ideas and one of red dead mercy's other horses; this one's tarot, her bay frame criollo

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#bo.png #fallout fauna #ghoul horse #*chanting* ghoul horse ghoul horse ghoul horse ghoul horse ghoul horse ghoul horse ghoul horse ghoul horse ghoul horse ghoul horse ghoul ho #fallout fanart #i cannot tell y'all how determined i was to show off those molars LMAO horse molars are so freaky looking #don't ask me how bits or bridles work with that mouth. i don't have an answer for you. it's just a lot of vague hand waving #maybe a VERY well padded bosal??? i dont fuckin know man i just work here #probably gonna draw speedbump next. might make him a slippie idk

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arcanomayor6 · 8 months

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Mi mama obtuvo una certificación de la corporación nacional del desarrollo indígena de su identidad como persona mapuche, mi mama es parte de una reserva en el lago buddy, una tribu cual ella nunca ha visitado.

Hablan mapudungun un idioma que solo conozco por estar abajo de las señalizaciones en oficinas de servicio publico en cursiva, y por el discurso que dio la presidenta de la cámara de representantes en la comisión constitucional, redacción que fue rechazada este año, mi mama lloro, no tenia esperanza de retirarse pero si le hacía ilusión una reforma tributaria.

Tampoco sabemos ninguna receta, una de las mas populares y aclamadas son las sopaipillas, masa de harina y zapallo camote frita ofrecida por vendedores ambulantes en las esquinas del invierno, le disgustan la cantidad de aceite.

Una vez contó que su abuelo Martín fue atropellado, se rehusó a ir al hospital, solo se amarro a una cama con soga y recito unas palabras en mapudungun por meses, dice que eso le sano todos los huesos rotos, como un milagro, pero no hay forma de saberlo ya que no se saco radiografías y era alcohólico.

Ella es mariana, ya que los curas violan niños y no hay forma de que un dios sea hombre, una o dos veces al año mientras estamos en la ciudad en una visita al doctor o al cine debe bajarse corriendo del auto a dejar flores en una iglesia para pagar una manda.

también es muy adepta a los cultos paganos, mis padres se leen el tarot de Marsella el uno al otro, azarosamente entras a la casa, todo está obscuro excepto la luz de la vela que guía a los espíritus y reflejo en vaso con agua que atrapa las malas energías, las cartas que siempre dicen lo mismo, las respuestas están en ti.

certificado que se extiende a mi, quien no tiene ni el color ni la estructura ósea digna de el, tampoco tengo la piel blanca, la tengo amarillo criollo, no entiendo muy bien el conflicto armado en la araucania, nombre huinca (palabra parecida a muggle, en este contexto significa; no mapuche) para el territorio mapuche,conflicto que durante mi adolescencia solia explicarlo bien pero ya no estoy tan segura.

Algo que si herede de la coloración de mi línea materna son las pecas, pecas que tienen todas las mujeres de mi línea materna, pecas causantes de la falta de cultura mapuche en nuestras vidas, pecas de un aleman en el siglo XIX que decidió violar a mi tatara tatara abuela quien dio a luz a una mestiza, la tribu decidió venderla a un español, al enterarse, el abuelo martin, su hermano la llevo a la capital. Ella entro a un convento, el se hizo panadero.

No se hacer buen pan, tampoco se que significan las partes del kultrun, algo que hago y que mi año en terapia no logro cambiar ,es que no perdono ni olvido, siempre e culpado al señor Darcy de eso, lei orgullo y prejuicio a los nueve, justo despues de leer la maravillosa granja de mcbrown. considere que Austen era superior, cuando el señor Darcy dijo; mi falta es que una vez que alguien a perdido mi buena opinion la a perdido para siempre, lo senti.

Pero tengo pecas, es fácil para mi desaparecer e ignorar, puedo borrarte de mi realidad, estar en una habitación y no verte, como si estuviera bloqueada tu cuenta de instagram pero en mi cerebro. Dijste “no se” como respuesta a mis largo monólogo sobre la identidad latinoamericana en guardianes de la galaxia, expresión repetida en el tiempo “no se” era solo falta de interés tuyo y no carencia de novedad de mi parte como me habia convencido, fue el último día en el que te vi.

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sunnyanddumb98 · 8 months

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My mother obtained a certification from the National Corporation of Indigenous Development affirming her identity as a Mapuche person. She is part of a reservation at Lake Buddy, a tribe she has never visited.

They speak Mapudungun, a language that I only know from being beneath the signage in public service offices, and from the speech given by the president of the Chamber of Representatives in the constitutional committee—a draft that was rejected this year. My mother cried; she had no hope of retiring, but she was hopeful for tax reform.

We also don't know any recipes. One of the most popular and acclaimed dishes is 'sopaipillas,' a fried mixture of flour and squash offered by street vendors on winter street corners. She dislikes the amount of oil used.

Once she told me about her grandfather Martín, who was hit by a car. He refused to go to the hospital; he just tied himself to a bed with a rope and recited words in Mapudungun for months. She says that healed all his broken bones like a miracle, but there's no way to know since he didn't get X-rays and was an alcoholic.

My mother religion is Mariana because priests rape children and there's no way a god can be a man. One or two times a year, while we're in the city going to the doctor or the cinema, she must hastily get out of the car to leave flowers at a church to fulfil a vow.

She's also very devoted to pagan rituals. My parents read each other's Marseille Tarot cards. It's random when you enter the house; everything's dark except for the candlelight guiding spirits and the reflection in a glass of water capturing bad energies. The cards always say the same thing: the answers are within you.

This certification extends to me, someone who doesn't have the proper skin colour or bone structure. I don't have white skin either; mine is 'criollo' yellow. I don't quite understand the armed conflict in the Araucanía. The name 'huinca' (similar to 'muggle,' in this context meaning 'non-Mapuche') for the Mapuche territory, a conflict that I used to explain well during my adolescence, but I'm not so sure anymore.

One thing I did inherit from my maternal line's colouration is freckles—freckles that all the women in my maternal line have. These freckles are the reason for the lack of Mapuche culture in our lives. They stem from a German man in the 19th century who decided to violate my great-great-grandmother, who gave birth to a mixed-race child. The tribe decided to sell her daughter to a Spanish man. When my great-grandmother found out, her brother, Grandfather Martín, took her to the capital. She entered a convent, and he became a baker.

I don't know how to make good bread, nor do I know the meanings of the parts of the culture. One thing I do and my year in therapy couldn't change is that I neither forgive nor forget. I've always blamed Mr. Darcy for that. I read 'Pride and Prejudice' at nine, right after reading the wonderful 'McBrown Farm.' I considered Austen superior. When Mr. Darcy said, 'My flaw is that once someone has lost my good opinion, they lose it forever,' I felt it.

But I have freckles. It's easy for me to disappear and ignore, to erase you from my reality. I can be in a room and not see you, as if your Instagram account were blocked in my brain. You said 'I don't know' as a response to my long monologue about Latin American identity in 'Guardians of the Galaxy,' an expression you repeated over time. 'I don't know' was just your lack of interest, not my shortage of novelty as I had convinced myself. It was the last day I saw you."

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comparativetarot · 1 year

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