Yes I am Native American, but I don’t look it. And no it’s not one of those my great grandmother was Cherokee. I am 2nd generation off the rez Tuscarora, Iroquois Turtle Clan.
This is me and my mother. Yes she is my birth mother, I just got very fucked over in the genes department. I swear I’m adopted but we have many photos of the birth and have several paternity and maternity tests to prove that I fell out of this woman’s vagina.
Here are some more pictures cause I’m pale and I honestly don’t think you believe me:
(My mom actually made every piece of jewelry I am wearing and hand beaded that vest as well).
And here’s pictures of the woman that I blame for my bad genes: My grandmother.
I get told I look like her all the time AND I HONESTLY DO NOT SEE IT, but because I get told I look like her all the time I BLAME HER.
And in case you doubted me, here are a few pictures of me when my ma and I were on the powwow circuit.
This is me with my ma’s regalia (if you call it a costume I will shank you) because a) she had a bad leg day and couldn’t dance and b) mine was not ready and made and I JUST REALLY WANTED TO DANCE. (This is also the day I got burnt ON MY FUCKING HAIRLINE WHERE MY HAIR WAS PARTED. THAT FUCKING HURTS!)
Here’s me in my fancy dance shawl. There aren’t that many pictures of me because a) I fucking hated them b) it’s normally seen as disrespectful to take pictures of dancers out of the circle without their permission and my ma and I were always dancing at the same times AND I NEVER LET ANYONE TAKE MY PICTURE AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE.
So yes, my family is a very rainbow family, I just happen to be the one WHITE passing one. No really…
Here’s me (in the middle if you can’t guess), Bebe and Audree. I like to call this the ABC Rainbow of the Printup family (because my first name is Cheyenne…..I swear our parents DID NOT PLAN THIS).
And this is another pic of me and Audree YEARS later
Am I Native? Yes
Do I look traditionally Native? No
Does that mean I am not going to label myself as native? HELL TO THE FUCK NO.
Please reblog and share so that people can understand that there are white passing people of color. Yes even some that pass as white as me. We do exist and no that does not give you the right to basically white wash us. I am proud of my native roots and I will share everything and anything you want to know. The more educational resources we can get out there the better. DON’T BE AFRAID TO SHOOT ME AN ASK. I LOVE IT, but please do not be a dick like this one and phrase it so accusingly. Much appreciated, thank you!
I know many of you artists - whether you draw, write, or compose - are frustrated that your original work, especially your dream projects, aren’t getting the responses you were hoping for.
I feel the same way.
But some of you express your frustrations completely destructively and blame the world for not giving you the spotlight.
When you do that, you’re blaming your problems for existing rather than adjusting and compromising to solve them. You’re making excuses for your mistakes. You’re demanding the world to change but you are not willing to change with it.
This is the perfect mindset to NEVER succeed in anything, ever.
You need to accept some basic truths of art before you can go any further:
Your art should teach you as much as or more than it teaches others: If you claim your art opens horizons and widens minds, yours should be the first priority. You cannot speak without listening. You are not a righteous prophet enlightening the heathens with the true word. You are one humble person and your art is one humble person’s story.
There are no new stories, but there are always new storytellers. That amazing idea you have that nobody’s ever thought of before? Someone has. But nobody has told the story your way, or drawn the character your way, or sung the song your way. Art is not about being new. It is about being you.
Popular art is all about the beholder. All these shows and games with so much fan art? They got to that level because they command a personal investment from and serve the viewer - they have worlds their fans want to be part of, and your canon will be swept aside along the way. You the artist are not a god or a wise sage. You are a guide and a footman. To be an artist is to be humanity’s servant, not its lord - and there’s no shame in that.
Most of your fans are not artists or art critics. While there will be a good number of them in your fanbase, the vast majority are not going to be super-open-minded creative thinkers who value every single opinion, outlook, and story just because it’s done technically well. They will be ordinary people with ordinary, selfish interests, and they will care about your content more than your talent. You have to balance what you want to draw with what everyone wants to see.
But the most important part of being an artist or really a person at all is to understand this:
Nobody owes you success.
Nobody is under any obligation to pay anything you produce a second glance or support or promote it in any way.
Nobody is spiting or robbing you by not giving you a like or a reblog or a follow.
Every single gesture of appreciation you receive from someone is a courtesy - a gift that you earn, not a right you’re entitled to.
It is not the job of your audience to love your work. It is your job to make it lovable. And just because you are working really hard does not mean you are working in the right direction.
I know that thousands upon thousands of artists put hours or months or years into a project and feel like they get nothing in return. Sometimes it is not how hard you’re working but what you’re working for that is the problem.
Sometimes you need to slow down and think, “Do I have to have this just so? What would the kind of person interested in my work be looking for, and where can I address it? Am I maybe taking myself and my work a little too seriously?”
And a lot of artists don’t realize that as an amateur, you are the sole proprietor - you are your art. Whether people like you determines whether they like your art.
And that’s why when you blame everybody else and post ungrateful, catty garbage like this:
… you don’t subsequently become the next Toby Fox.
The simple fact is that people will pay you attention if they think your offering + your hassle are worth their attention.
You need to create a world that someone other than you will have fun in and you need to be a good host to everyone who visits.
You need a world that will welcome your fans with open arms.
You need to build a world people can live & play in.
And you and your world need to appreciate your fans just for showing up.
Because this is exactly what the big fish do.
because they spread your work around to more people without shanking you on credit and who gets the likes
because they make your work show up sooner & more often on searches and are simply a nice gesture
because they take time out and pay good money to listen to your story and make you from a pauper into a prince
because if you appreciate no one, no one will appreciate you, nor should they
hello how are you? hope you’re fine and ready for me to spam your
askbox! xD since we’re getting closer to summer B/ *makes success fist* i
was wondering how would our baes react to seeing their crush’s very
alluring figure in a swimsuit/bikini the first time? - maybe for ace,
sabo, law, shanks ? idk if anyone else wants to add more into this
request? headcanons are fine for me. thank you :3 *leaves a crepe here
A/N: *eats the crepe happily* thank you! I’m great, I hope you’re fine too, also, I imagined all of them with no shirt………. yeah………. God bless.
The whole Whitebeard crew had decided to just chill at the beach for today, the weather too good to waste it in other ways
Everyone was either having fun in the water, slurping on some drinks or if they couldn’t enjoy the waves, sitting on some towels and enjoying the sun
Ace was standing somewhere, searching for you with his eyes while he’s talking to someone, wondering why he hasn’t seen you yet
He’s about to ask Thatch where you are, when he sees you happily walking into their direction in a bikini, showing off your body just perfectly
Get ready for the nosebleeds
He forgets to breath for a few seconds and just stares at your body in pure amazement
His ears turn red and his eyes grow twice the size
“Ace, whatare you staring at?- oh, oh my god…” Thatch would notice too and after a seconds he would glance back at his fellow member, only to see him practically drooling at your sight “Jeez, get a grip, what are you? 13?”
Let’s just say Ace wasn’t so sure about his age anymore, he wasn’t even sure about his own name, too focused on a certain someone
But then you walk up to both of them and smile in such a innocent way, the freckled man wants to cryand run away
“Hey guys!”, you happily say and Ace just… no
He can’t even bear to look at you so he just stares at the sky, sand- hell, he even stares into Thatch’s eyes in pure horror
You’re too close, but at the same time, someone in the back of his mind just whispers, you’re not close enough ;-)
You get confused at his reaction and ask him if he wants to drink something and he just…
“My favourite colour is red.”
He wants to smack himself in the face, but he just closes his eyes
Thatch starts to laugh and you just shake your head in amusement
After a few more failed conversation starters you decide to leave the poor man alone, so you turn around
You’re about to walk away, when you turn around again and catch Ace staring right at your booty and… is he drooling?
Thatch is cracking up and smacks the back of his friends head and you can’t help but laugh too, all while Ace’s whole face turns bright red and apologies fly out of his mouth and he wants to cry and hide and hates thatch and oh my god
this kid is2g
Okay, Sabo is such a cutie
When he first saw your body in a bikini/swimsuit, he couldn’t breath either
He was so amazed by your sight, he almost forgot to behave
But only almost, he knows how to handle this feeling, he’s a man
Instantly, he glances at the floor/sand and tries his best to get him under control again you interpret what I mean with that
Turns out to be a bit harder then expected, because you just look too good this sounds really wrong and I’m really sorry LMAO
You wouldn’t even notice his reaction and just go and talk to koala a few metres away from him
Everything is fine for a while, but then you just feel like someone keeps staring at you
You turn around but never see someone and you’re just???
So you ask Koala if someone stares at you and she just glances behind you and then giggles uncontrollably
You get curious and ask what’s going on, so she comes closer and whispers into your ear:
“Sabo’s face is burning red! He keeps glancing at you, I’m sure his drink is already empty but he just doesn’t want- no wait, can’t get up!”
You turn around too and then you catch him
He starts to choke and turns his head around, suddenly getting panicked
You grin, walk up to him and sit down next to him, “Hi.”
ohmygod ohmygod what the- they noticed I stared I am so oh my god-
“It’s really hot today, don’t you think?”
“OH, yes, it sure is hot today, haha. So hot, so freaking… hot.”
He glances at your face and you just bite your lip at his face
He looks like he’s about to cry
“You look beautiful.” He whispers, even though he didn’t really wanted to say that out loud
You thank him laughing and playfully grab his arm and he just freezes
He feels it, it just got too hot and you’re too close and you look so beautiful and your smile is so adorable and oh, oh no-
He excuses himself and runs into the nearest hiding spot, blushing extremely
Koala is still laughing in the background
Okay, now Law is different
He’s not reacting like Sabo or Ace, no
He actually doesn’t like to see you like this, because even though he has admitted that he likes you, no one else knows that he’s into you, so therefor others will stare at you in ways, he doesn’t want them to
He gets a bit pissy and his mood just drops a bit
And yet he can’t help but think how gorgeous your body looks in this light or how good your skin must feel under his fingertips
He notices you playing with Penguin in the water and gets so frustrated, because first, he can’t join you and second, Penguin is being too friendlyfor his taste
After a while you notice him being grumpy in the sand, so you turn to your friend and open your mouth, about to tell him that you’re leaving, when you suddenly feel a weird vibration around you and then everything is lighly blue?
A second later you’re next to Law in the sand and almost fall down from the sudden change of location
You stare at the dark haired man and just go ????
And he just glances at you, “I thought there was a shark.”
Yeah, no, there was no shark
“You should wear something else, Y/N.”, he then mumbles and you merely smirk
“Why? You don’t think I look good in this?”
And he just hides his face in his hat, but you know he turned red, you just know it
“That’s not it.”
“Yeah,” You grin and then you say it, “I know. I saw the way you stared, Captain.”
He is speechless and you cover your mouth with your hand so you don’t start to laughloudly
His brain works super fast, trying his best to find an excuse to why he was staring and then he just gulps,
“I wasn’t staring. I was just making sure you don’t get hurt.”
“Of course, how admirable.”you say and stand up, on your way to get something to drink, when you bend down and whisper:
“I don’t mind you staring, because I was staring at you too, Law.” and then you leave just like that
And he just swears, he will make sure everyone knows you belong to him, everyone
*laughs in shanks*
Okay, my beautiful, gorgeous, stupid, hilarious little daddy shanks
This man, oh my god
Secretly staring and drooling? Nah, he’s too old for this crap
The red haired man will simply walk up to you the second he sees you and flirt with you as much as he can
Get ready for a lot of compliments
“No wonder it suddenly got so hot, I mean look at you…” - “Everytime I look at you, you just seem to get more beautiful.” - “Y/N, Hancock has got nothing on you…”
If other people talked to you like this you’d probably smack them and leave, but it’s shanks and you’re crushing on him so you just thank him and giggle
Shanks just feels like you’re the perfect wifey for him; you’re smart, funny, strong minded, kind and so so beautiful
also he can’t help but wonder how your skin feels like against his ;-)
After a few more seconds of flirting talking to each other, someone calls for him, so he has to leave for a short while
You stand there in the sun and then, some random dude comes up to you and starts to flirt in such a weird way, you feel uncomfortable, you try to be polite and leave, but it’s not as easy as you thought and then, oh my god
Guess who notices
Yes, you know who
He is by your side in a few short heartbeats and suddenly, he’s not as playful as before anymore
“Is that how you talk to a woman?”, he asks and glares at the dude in such a scary way…
You actually feel a bit sorry for him, but then he sprints away and you don’t really care anymore
Shanks takes you to the other members and you all sit on the sand and have a nice chat
He doesn’t really care if other people stare at you, as long as you don’t feel uncomfortable or if they don’t get disrespectful, he feels like they’re complimenting you
He actually feels a bit proud, because yes, this beauty next to him is in his crew and yes, he knows you’re liking him as much as he likes you
An in-game week or two later, the mage (now revealed to specifically be a medium) and the rogue drank away their frustrations after fighting a demonic ogre destroying the city walls. A brief heart-to-heart leads to a quick kiss before embarrassment and gentlemanliness respectively take over for both of them. Eventually, after an evening fighting a village full of were-spiders (and a night of the medium and elf princess snuggling in their sleep), they find the time the next morning to hash things out when they’re not drunk or pissed off at the last combat…)
Rogue: “I had a couple of questions about that night…”
Rogue: “Well… How do you feel about me?”
Medium: “(SHIT!) Uh! I-I… I don’t know exactly… But… I wouldn’t mind finding out?”
Rogue: “Well, what a wonderful coincidence! Seems I feel the same way.”
Medium: “Oh! Great! …W-what happens now?”
Rogue: “…Tell you what. If you don’t like this, just… smack me.”
(A gentle kiss turns into a bear hug from the medium)
Rogue: “Ooh, no smacks. That’s good!”
Medium: “I… I have to tell you something.”
Rogue: “Alright, I’m all ears.”
Medium (whispering): “I also have had feelings about [Princess] and I don’t know what exactly I’m going to do about anything.”
Rogue: “Oh, is that all? Well, that just means we have a lot of options figure out.”
Medium: “Wait, what? Options?”
Rogue: “Sure! Let me just…” (Scribbles down the diagrams from this webpage in his journal and starts explaining them to her: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TriangRelations )
Medium: (Absolutely lost in thought over this new information)
Rogue: “See, by my count, you have 13 different ways of going about this! …Hmm, wait. Make that 14.”
Rogue: (Makes a new triangle diagram, with no arrows between ‘A’, ‘B’, or 'C’.)
Rogue: “In this scenario, A does not end up in a romantic relationship with B or C, but B and C will still be A’s best friends, and fight by her side like always. This is the worst case scenario, and I call it that loosely, because it’s not really that bad at all. No matter what you choose, I’ll still be there, shanking motherfuckers who are trying to shank you. I promise.”
(It is at this point that the medium literally jumps our rogue with tears in her eyes. It is also at this point that we realize she’s wearing heavier armor than the rogue, and he wouldn’t be able to support her weight and remain standing.)
Medium: “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”
Rogue (Wheezing): “It’s okay! My spine broke my fall!”
(The rogue got up, tore out the page of his journal, crumpled it up, and threw it at the eavesdropping paladin, who then started trying to decipher the meaning of all the little triangles. We cap off our glimpse into this sickeningly adorable anime bullshit by saying: To those who commented about polyamory in the last submission, we’re way ahead of you.)
Ransom couldn’t quite understand people sometimes. His lineage was widely considered the most dangerous in any sense of the word and for absolutely everyone, since his parents’ marriage had apparentely produced a (well, actually two) never-seen-before child of D. with Tenryuubito blood. The whole world should be after him.
But everyone seemed determined to ignore his existance completely.
It was absolutely bonkers. His Uncle Ace (well, actually second cousin, but uncle sounds cooler and makes him squak about not being that old) had practically been hunted just for having the First Pirate King’s blood. And yet Ransom, who had the Second Pirate King’s blood (even if only as a second cousin and not as a father, but you’d think the Marines’d be more worried about him, considering he actually met and was influenced by his “royal” relative) and a lot of other, equally dangerous people’s, was totally ignored.
He would be offended if it wasn’t for the faces of the Marines who seemed determined to deny his existance. That wasn’t disgust, or contempt.
That was complete, helpless desperation.
The face of someone that was too tired by the world and just could not bear to gear up to fight the greatest challenge yet after being so throughly pummeled. A face that practically screamed please-no-not-another-one-oh-God-I-had-enogh-have-mercy-there-can’t-be-another-one.
He should know, one of his mum’s old Marine colleagues actually said so to his face.
(Poor Johnson. The man had had an emotional meltdown when mum told the man -when both Ransom and Rhapsody were quite grown, because perish the thought of mum doing anything even remotely like other people- that he had been appointed as godfather)
When he had asked about it, there had been much pained groaning and shaking of heads. Garp-pa (no, that name was not childish and the joke was still funny. Shut up, Uncle Ace) had been the only one to give anything even approaching a straight answer, and he had only said that it was because The Incident had made the whole Marine Corps suffer a debilitating phobia of the Twisted Family Tree of Hell, aka their family, which raised more questions than it answered, really.
Mum had just said that they should thank Uncle (he doesn’t mind being called that, so it’s not as funny, but Ransom isn’t about to treat the siblings differentely) Sabo, since he had been the mastermind.
Because I love the idea of TitM!Ace finding “Garp-pa” hilarious and adorable, since it’s his kids saying it, and itIoJ!Ace making fun of it.
Also, we all know that godfather!Johnson has potential. Especially because that would translate to “babysitter” in Kitsune’s mind.
A/N: This is set in the episode Faith from season 1. I just recently watched it again and felt the need to write this. I’m always wanting to comfort Dean when he feels like he isn’t worth a damn I want him to know he is. So I wrote this. I also worked it in for @ravengirl94‘s 1.5k writing challange. You will find the line “Why don’t you come over here and make me,” in the fic. Hope you like it girl. And congrats on your milestone. :D The gif was submitted by the lovely @winchester-writes. She knows how to send the ones that will eventually inspire a story. :)
can you do a hc/scenario with shanks & mihawk where their s/o is crying because she/he had a nightmare about them dying? Would be lovely! Btw, there's nothing better than having a warm bath & reading your blog ❤
There’s nothing better than having such sweet messages from all you lovelies
For once he woke up first; to you tossing and turning, in a cold sweat and crying
His heart would jump and he’d get super concerned and nudge you awake
Once you woke up a teary mess he’d hold you super tight and do a little rock back and forth movement
After you calmed down a bit he’d ask what had happened; you then explaining
After you finished he’d give a little chuckle
You’d give him a dumbfound look
He’d lay down and pull you close, trying to get you to fall back asleep, then say ‘I’m not going anywhere bub. I can handle myself’
*cue peck on forehead and instant sleep*
Once he was woken up he’d be irritated
He’d then notice the look of fear plastered on your face
At first he’d try to go back asleep, but he’d instantly turn around and nudge you awake
‘It was just a nightmare, go back to sleep dear’
You’d then throw your arms around him and weepily explain what happened
He wouldn’t really have a response, he thought it was almost silly that you were worried. He could handle himself against pretty much anything
He’d give you a tight squeeze and reassure you that he’d be fine and it was again, only a dream
In hope of calming you down he’d just old you super close and stroke your hair (in a non terrifying way)
He’d most likely wouldn’t go back to sleep until you did, or felt you were 160% okay
it’s basically halo 3 odst except after the city falls you wake up and find helljumper’s drained? ghosts scattered across the city and eventually reunite them with your fireteam. you playback the ghosts’ memories and fight as helljumper in the initial assault.
vergil the friendly golden age new mombasa ai/shank accompanies you :3