.i miss the afro ; ;

anonymous asked:

What are the different punk subcultures?

Oh man there is a lot. I just woke up n imma name some of the top of my head. Followers please reply with stuff I miss out

Pop punk
Punk rock
Riot girrrl

~ mod Petar

https-dave-dark-grim  asked:

Hamilton x laurens x Thomas jefferson???

y a y  a request from my boyfriend 

I told him that it’s an x reader blog and he said it was fine so ^^

Laurens/Jefferson/Reader/Hamilton all in a little fuzzy ball of polyamory

of course there has to be some conflict what with A.Ham and T.Jeff’s conflicting views and personalities but it’s ok there’ll be a happy ending

enjoy babe 

enjoy other readers

We’re Sorry (Laurens/Hamilton/Reader/Jefferson)

It was hard work, being in a committed polyamorous relationship with three people at once.

It was even harder when two of them had a tendency to fall out. Frequently. And awfully.

Alexander and Thomas never got physically violent with each other. But their tongues were more painful than any fist could be.

Their fights would accumulate with you sitting, sobbing on your shared bed as your other boyfriend, John, would cuddle you close into his lean chest and kiss your forehead as your fingers tangled in his soft puff of curls. All the while he would stare at the closed door where Alexander and Thomas’s voices grew increasingly louder and more furious.

“Shh- sh, minx. It’s okay, honey. Don’t listen to them. They’ll make up in a few.” Came the soft words murmured into your shoulder as he rocked you back and forth, every time.

It was true. After every fight, one or the other would finally swallow their pride and apologise. ‘I’m sorry’, and ‘you were right’, and ‘I love you, I’m an idiot’.




Well, not this time. You were sick of it, this time.

You wiped your sadness away, wriggling out of John’s arms as he stared up at you in confusion.

“What’re you doing, minx?” He asked softly, touching your hand.

“I’m stopping them, baby. They’re so…so…preoccupied, that they don’t even notice what their fights do to us. I often think…maybe we should leave. Just us two, John. I can’t deal with this.”

John recoiled in shock and opened his mouth to protest, but stopped, exhaled quietly and nodded. He couldn’t argue. Alexander and Thomas’s little fights were tearing you apart. The both of you. They both expected you to be on their side. And if you weren’t, they would get sulky and pissy.

“Yeah. Maybe we should.” He mumbled.

Maybe it would be good. For all of you.

You sighed, steeling your resolve, before opening the bedroom door quietly and discreetly.

Alexander was standing on one side of the room, arms crossed in annoyance as he stared Thomas down, who was standing stiffly on the other side of the room, fists clenched.

“And another thing - what’s this deal with fucking Madison?” Alexander seethed. Thomas raised an eyebrow.

“He’s my best friend. Why, are you jealous?” Thomas let out a short, harsh bark of a laugh.

“Yeah, maybe I am! You’re dating us! Not him!” Alex shouted, shaking his head furiously as his dark locks whipped around his face.

“Wow, Alexander Hamilton admitting he has feelings. What a shocker.” Thomas taunted.


“Stop.” You said quietly, but it was enough to catch their attention.

Love,” Alexander began frustratedly. “Tell him that he’s dating us, not Madison. He spends so much time with him that it almost seems like he’s in love with him.”

“Don’t be fucking stupid.” Thomas scowled. “I think-”

“When I said stop, I meant stop.” You said, a tone of warning in your voice. Thomas shut up immediately, giving you a concerned look.

You glanced behind you, where you could see John, pulling clothes from the wardrobe -jeans, sweaters, t-shirts, hoodies- and stuffing them into one of the suitcases Thomas and Alex would use when they had business trips. 

This was real. You were doing this.

“This is too much,” You whispered as you gazed at them with tears brimming. “You two - you’re too much. We can’t deal with this anymore, John and I.”

You could see through the tears blurring your vision that their expressions were morphing from annoyance to shock, and sadness. You took a deep breath and tried to keep your voice from trembling.

“We’re leaving. Both of us.” You said, voice breaking and betraying your feelings. Both boys made a movement towards you.

“Love, no!” Alexander said desperately as Thomas let out a loud noise of protest. “We’ll work this out. We always do!”

“That’s the issue.” John said with a voice thick with emotion, coming up behind you with the full suitcase and kissing your forehead. “You shouldn’t be able to say we always do. It shouldn’t happen often enough for there to be an always. We’re going.” He ended firmly, taking your hand.

“You can’t-” Thomas began. All of the pent up hurt and frustration exploded.

“Don’t you two fucking get it?” You screamed. “You’re too obsessed with this fucking feud that you barely even notice what you’ve got in front of you, or how it affects them. We’re hurting, Thomas. Alexander. Every time you fight it breaks my heart a little more. We have to go. Goodbye, you two.” You sniffled and opened the front door, barely even looking back.

John paused on his way out, glancing sadly back at the two, standing still with stricken expressions.

“We love you.” He said softly. And he was gone.

It’s been two weeks since you left. Two weeks of staying at your friend Angelica’s house, curling up on her spare bed with John as you cry yourself to sleep every night.

You don’t even check your phone any more. Too many messages. It was the same for John.

Love: Sweetheart, please come back. That’s all I want. That would be enough.

Afro Babe: Baby, we miss you both. Please, just come back, okay? We’ve made up for good this time.

Yeah right.

You sigh, pressing your face into John’s side as he mindlessly strokes your back.

“You two have gotta get up properly at some point, you know.” Angelica comments, opening the door slightly.

“Might run into Alex or Tom.” You mumble sadly.

“I ran into Alex today.” Angelica says, leaning against the doorframe.

“What’d he say?” John asks as you raise your head.

“Not much. He’s a mess. He asked me to tell you that he misses you and that he loves you.”

You laugh bitterly. “He’s married to his job, Angelica. And fighting with Tom.”

“Actually…” She squints and sighs. “He got fired, you know.”

You shoot up in shock as John lets out a surprised noise.

“W-what?” He chokes.

“They both did, Thomas and Alex. Their production has been really down. They’ve been too depressed and mopey to get any work done.“ 

You bite your lip and stumble out of bed.

“We have to-” You begin, but John is already up.

“I know.” He says, stuffing the clothes you brought into a suitcase. “If they got fired…that means they really are in a bad state.”

“We have to go to them.” You whisper.

A smile touches Angelica’s face. “Finally.” She whispers, dramatically flicking her eyes upward in mock prayer.

You tap on the door, running a nervous hand through your hair and making it even more mussed up. 

John squeezes your hand lightly as the door slowly opens, revealing a very tired-looking Thomas. He blinks blearily at you a few times before focusing, and when he does recognise you in his sleep deprived state, his eyes widen and he reaches out. In a flash, you’re at his side as he holds you both tightly.

“We’re sorry…we'resorrywe'resorrywe'resorrywe'resorry!” He sobs. 

“S'okay.” You mumble thickly, patting his majestic puff of hair, unkempt.

“Alex, get out here!” He calls weakly inside. Alexander appears beside him, dragging his feet. He too, looks terrible. He lets out a choked noise and dashes forward, wrapping his arms around the three of you, holding you more tightly and securely than you think he ever has.

“We’re sorry!” He echoes.

You smile and squeeze them both. 

“We’re sorry, too.”

anonymous asked:

i dont know if anyone has ever talked about this but personally i miss garnet's huge afro (remember in garnet's universe when steven jumped on her hair and he could fit on it), after her regeneration it lost volume and thats also the moment she got big anime eyes, so i think the crew wanted to make her cuter idk its sad

Yeah :^/

I was always bothered by how they made garnet’s eyes cuter, like even in Jailbreak I was a bit turned off by it.

Seriously been listening to the same four songs all day and I’m glad they are what they are.


ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴇᴀʀʟy ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴩɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴩsᴇs, yᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴏᴡs.
ᴛʜᴇy ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ yᴇᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏɢᴜɴ,ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀy, sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀs ᴜs. ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪɴsᴇɴɢᴜᴍɪ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀy ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴇᴀsɪʟy. ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴋᴏɴᴅᴏ-sᴀɴ, ʜɪᴊɪᴋᴀᴛᴀ-sᴀɴ?

I’ve spent my entire life hating my skin and my culture and my hair and so badly wanting to blend in with non poc and now I’ve lived to see this age where everyone is supporting and loving black beauty and black women…I mean, it’s beautiful and I thought I would never see the day but it makes me feel so?? Wrong? About everything?

Like I’ve been so brainwashed into thinking that black was lesser? And now even white people are celebrating and even wishing they were darker or had Afro textured hair

And I…

Goodness, I’ve missed this opportunity of self love from the beginning. I wish I had loved myself sooner. I wish I had fallen in love with who i am sooner..