You don't choose thirteen life, thirteen life chooses you.

  I just adore bald Johanna. She's cuter than usual about everything (especially Finnick). By the way, I just woke up from Finnick slumbers. How odd, I barely think of Finnick. That's actually the best part of weekends, isn't it? Being able to dream. I was in a kind of shelter in the middle of a huge pool and he was running from me 'cause I wanted to enclose him down in some weird Tartarus. Whatever, here's your stuff.

I actually read more books.

  Yeah, well, discounting the fact I only enjoy books that share a catastrophic amount of similarities with the hunger games, I do read other ones! So I just came across the second volume of this britty-ass chickie Vic James' dark gifts series, and then realized that some years ago I had actually read the first one. So I looked for it in the Shelf of In and Never Out, and it was freaking there! Half its way to rot, because I remember reading the two thirds of it on top of a tree and the other third on a train, but it was freaking there! The case is, I read it again and damn it looked like the hunger games! I mean, apart from the dystopia-young slavitude-rebellion thing that seems to be in every single BFH13YO (books for hormoned thirteen-year-olds), there's this girl Renie that is fucking Rue. Even the names look the same! Anyway, I'm glad to finally get interested in something that's actually ongoing, and not dead as Finnick...
  So I made a sum-up of the first book gilded cage while I bored my guts out inside a classroom.

  November 22nd update: I'm back! I went through the second book now, and I have to say it was a little less family-friendly than the first one. I mean, I was in a website where some girl asked the author about blood and dirty thingies in the gilded cage, and she actually replied assuring there wasn't almost anything that a 13-year-old couldn't stand. Well, it seems like that clean facade went down with tarnished city, because oh boy was it dirty... Stands out whatever company publishing those books can't leave a trilogy hanging. She took advantage of that, surely.
  However, anyone that has read just one of my comics knows I'm not afraid to draw blood, so there it goes.
 P.S.: just saying, I managed to fit thirty-one boiis in one crap quarter of a paper sheet. I rock.
 P.P.S.: please silyen stop cutting yourself.

  December 12th update: I guess I'm now done with these boiis. I couldn't manage to find a spanish translation for the third book bright ruin so I got the original english one from the Archon of Mostly All Zillions of Objects Namable, aka Amazon. Yeah, this' why I haven't been drawing recently. Man, BFH13YOs hook me up like crazy! And, I must say, the ending for this one was just... precious. Say I hadn't surrendered all sort of human emotion to the Queen's hail years ago; I swear every dehydrating kid in the damn Salahari would've gotten their very own water park made from my tears. If I wasn't bottom-dipped into depression just yet, well there I head. Oh boy, I haven't shipped anything so hard since freaking johinnick, and if I had it was definitely not a gay couple... But it's not just the fact that they did kiss, but what happens right in the very last page... He... he... he goes with him... through the door!!! (okay that sounded less utterly irrelevant in my head) He sacrificed himself to wipe off power, but then... then he came back for him!!! And he left!!! He left forever with him!!!
  ¡¡¡Esto es peor que tobi el niño con alas!!!
  Gee, sorry.

  Oh, oh, just one last thing, I swear. I'm just mind collapsed with these books, but this will be the last one (lies).

¡¡¡ASÍ NOS LAS GASTAMOS EN MILLMOOR, ZORRA!!!

silyen has a healthcare fetish because i have assumed complete property of his character for my nightime fantasies

the preciousness of a boy kissing his dead brother's forehead. i'm perfectly sane.

these boys trynna play queens but they're gay af

heh, funny

someone please stop my comic rage

Soft kitty.

Gale keeps on screwing it.

  Just give up already, little fawn.

  I just had to make the easy joke, even though I haven't used any of those social chickie sites once.

Butterfly effect.

   Butterfly effect, apart from something everyone talks about when wanting to look cult, is a damn wicked curse in every single story plot. I mean, look at these until dawn (we love u rami) or life is strange (who cares bout that blue-headed bitchie) or life is strange two (marry me finn) honeybees, all dyin' around like stupid because you flipped yourself the wrong way while sleeping. Look at my hunger games, boy! Imagine, say, Haymitch hadn't upset Effie messing with her hair on the reaping, and thus she would've been in the mood to play with the boys' urn as she did the girls'. She would've stirred the slips and my good old Malarkey would've returned home that very afternoon, safe and sound. And what's the plot without him around? Katniss climbing trees and dying after Cato finally realises they can just burn the wasp tree down? Crappy. No love story. No rebellion. No Johanna. And all because Haymitch was not drunk enough to displace Effie's headset. See? Butterfly.

The Unnamable.

 Well, there's a good load of divine content for you, sweetie. I know, I know, it's intense. But I came with some stuff to lighten the hit. There you have the soft munchies.