coconut bra

Dear White Friends,

My culture is not a party theme or a costume. Stop throwing “luaus” and wearing shitty plastic leis and coconut bras. 


Your Hawaiian Friend

Submitted by Anonymous


A slightly shorter part 2 to my Moana rant, heres a brief summary of why this is so important to me:

All my life, I’ve watched my culture get displayed to the world as coconut bras and grass skirts. I watched my culture get sold in the media in inaccurate ways and it was truly heartbreaking. I grew up learning about how our people were dying, about how we were illegally annexed to the US and our culture was supressed. To see Disney, a company who has made a lot of mistakes in the past when it comes to culture, create a movie so genuinely beautiful and true to my culture- one that not many care or know anything about, was truly moving. I felt so lost after I watched the movie, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders knowing that my culture was known again. It was being brought back to life in such a way that anyone and everyone can enjoy. I don’t want to watch my culture and traditions die. And now, I don’t think I’ll ever have to thanks to this beautiful girl and the rest of the cast. Thank you so much.

Please read till the end

This is how I came out to my dad. He was doing dishes and I decided to just blurt it out. It went like this.
Me: Dad I’m a bisexual I like girls and boys.
Dad: No shit Sherlock * carries on doing dishes*

When I got my first girlfriend he didn’t blink an eyelid.
When I brought my gay best friend round my dad greeted him with a loud “Hello gorgeous” and a kiss in the middle of the street
My dad got bored one night and let me dress him up
There’s a video of my dad singing about how he’s a little fairy come to do my make up
There’s a photo of my dad in a coconut bra and a wig

He always buys me the coolest make up and clothes, seriously the man has fantastic taste

My dad is an ex army, shaved head and tattooed muscle monster who terrifies everyone who looks at him yet he is the most accepting daddy ever and I adore him.

If you think my dad is awesome please reblog this so I can show him on his birthday. I want him to know the world knows how cool he is.

Dear White Friends,

My culture is not a party theme or a costume. Stop throwing “luaus” and wearing shitty plastic leis and coconut bras.


Your Hawaiian Friend. 

Submitted by Anonymous

gentlemama  asked:

For the Christmas AUs: "we're coworkers who hate each other but you drank too much at the office party..." Pretty please? Thank you!

combining this with an anon’s prompt:

Please write a drabble about the holiday party that changes to a tropical theme so that the clothes must come off and our faves can ogle each other and get busy in some secluded supply closet!!!

and shoutout to @peetasbunmyoven for the help too <3

“This is probably the most inappropriate office holiday party in the history of office holiday parties ever,” Katniss says, eyeballing the tacky array of Hawaiian shirts and sailor skirts and coconut bras. “This doesn’t even make sense.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if we lived in the Bahamas,” Finnick points out, sucking his spiced eggnog through a straw. A nonsensical pink umbrella garnishes the cup. “Or Australia even.”

She looks at him and his outfit. He’s one of the idiots dressed in a coconut bra. “But we don’t,” she argues. “How did HR even approve this?”

He shrugs. “It’s after hours. I don’t know. Also, Cato’s a creep.”

He’s not wrong about that. Cato Steele, CEO of Steele and Associates, is a giant sleazeball. She has no doubt he organized this holiday party to feature minimal clothing just so he could ogle all the half-naked female associates at the engineering and architect firm.

Katniss made sure to dress conservatively, in a black A-line dress with a red cardigan and gold sparkly heels. Tropical theme be damned. It’s 30 degrees outside!

“I need a drink,” she announces, and Finnick salutes her as she stalks off toward the bar. She asks the bartender for something called a Naughty Rudolph and waits, drumming her fingers on the bar.

“Where’s your holiday spirit, Everdeen?”

She closes her eyes at the voice behind her and takes a deep breath. “I’m the only one who’s even dressed appropriately for this damn holiday,” she retorts, turning around to glare at her least favorite coworker.

Peeta Mellark flashes her a droll, lopsided grin and points to the Santa hat on his head. “Wrong, like always, Everdeen.”

She rolls her eyes but can’t stop them from flicking down the length of his body. She’s not prepared to see him in a surfer tank top that showcases his unbelievably broad shoulders and muscular arms. His orange board shorts are slim-fitting, and despite his stupid flip flops, his calves look amazingly fit.

She quickly looks away to grab her drink. “You look ridiculous,” she tells him.

“Really? Is that why you look so flushed?” he says mockingly, and she grits her teeth before forcing a bored, unconcerned laugh, looking him square in the eye.

“No, I’m flushed because I’m embarrassed I work with such idiots,” she says, capping her insult with a haughty swig of her drink before flouncing off in search of Finnick, or somebody, literally anybody else but Mellark.

Keep reading

random dgm headcanon:
the noahs going on a family trip. destination: hawaii ~(˘▾˘~) … (~˘▾˘)~
they drop their noah clothes and wear colorful flower patterned shirts, flower crowns and flower necklaces. road somehow managed to convince adam to wear a grass skirt and a coconut bra. they’re fooling around together. wisely drink as much as he can because adam’s outfit will haunt his dreams forever. lulu bell licking milk next to him. sheril is killing the hula dance on the dancefloor. jasdevi playing with hula hoops. the others playing limbo with the locals. and tyki hunts fish in the ocean

Crush Imagine #22

“You weren’t kidding when you said you love the beach” y/c said, walking around my room. I cringed, my room was very.. beachy. I had sea shell frames, palm tree decals.. it was very decorated. 

“It’s my favorite place” I smiled. 

“Alright so we should get to work on that project” y/c put down his backpack. I grabbed my laptop and sat on my bed criss cross applesauce style. 


1 hour later

“We are NOT putting that in the slideshow” I snatched my laptop and deleted the picture.

“We so are” y/c cracked up and inserted the picture of the shark in a coconut bra, again. 

“Are not” I lunged for my laptop, but y/c closed the lid and set it next to him, making me land on him instead. I bit my lip and got off of him. He awkwardly coughed and looked anywhere but me. I felt my heart drop. 

“So listen, remember how you told me you like me?” y/c asked. I cringed. It’d been in the heat of the moment over a month ago, and I’d told him. He was cool with it, but I was heart broken that he didn’t like me back. 

“How could I forget?” 

“And then you told me you liked y/f?” oh dear. I’d told him I liked y/f just to make him think I didn’t like him anymore. 

“Yes” I frowned. 

“Do you still like him?” he nervously asked. 

“No, it was just a two day thing” where was he going with this?

“Oh good” he sighed and cupped my face, quickly pressing his lips against mine. My eyes fluttered shut as I tangled my hands in his hair, kissing him back strongly. “I was such an idiot at that time to not see you’re perfect for me”

i’ve played dnd exactly once now for like two hours and…
•I asked for a gaydar check to see if I could flirt with a npc
•I rolled a critical miss while trying to flirt with said npc and flashed them
•meanwhile, the current outfit consists of a coconut bra and a grass skirt
•got a new outfit but it’s a muscle tee that says “suns out guns out” and booty shorts
•"you wake up in an unfamiliar room with a pounding headache and a bottle of a strange liquid next to you that says ‘drink me’ and-“ "i drink it”

  • Tracer: We need to get past all those bad guys!
  • Reinhardt: Yes, if only there was a way to distract them.
  • Junkrat: Yeah.
  • Junkrat: (Catches them looking at him) HEY.
  • Tracer: Oh come on, you and Roadhog are the best at distractions!
  • Junkrat: What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?!
  • (Minutes later)
  • Junkrat: (in a grass skirt and coconut bra) LUAU!!!
  • Submitted by Medi-Sin
Sun Kissed Skin

ship: wincest
rating: mature
ao3 link
tags: beach sex, hand jobs, blow jobs, public sex, Impala sex, praise kink (ehh, kinda) oral sex, dirty talk
summary: “The beach. The ocean. Girls in coconut bras and grass skirts. Pina Colada’s. Now that was a vacation.”
word count: 2,353
written/created for: anon wincest love week
a/n: as stated above, this was written for wincest love week. I’ve been meaning to get around to posting these on tumblr (for they are on ao3). Plus it gives me time to edit and hopefully make better. I was @wetsammywinchester anon.
tagging: @clearlylostmymind, @imakittehkatt, @kittenofdoomage, @kansaskissedlips, @ilostmyshoe-79, @im-a-winchester-in-hell-1967@oh-jesus-sammy (so these are pretty much the only wincest shippers I know. If you don’t or do want to be tagged, let me know.)

Keep reading