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Day 18! This took longer than I thought, but it’s all good! Here we have The Sides™ all dressed up for Halloween! And yes! I seriously believe Patton would dress up JUST to say a dad joke!! (Thanks for the idea, Sammy) I had multiple ideas for Virgil, but at the last minute I decided to go with his own version of Jim’s Halloween costume from The Office, 3 Hole Punch Jim! Since Roman is a diva I figured he’d go all out for his costume and go as Winifred Sanderson Sister (and yes he’s upset none of the other sides wanted to dress up as the other sisters) and lastly we have Logan, I had multiple ideas for him too, but in the end I decided he’d go as a jar of Crofter’s! The costume isn’t sponsored, he’s just a fan. The only jelly he’ll put in his belly. Crofter’s.

phil is such a sweetie like in the truth bombs video he kept saying how it was his and dan’s game that they’ve made and then dan is there like SO PHIL HAD THIS IDEA FOR A GAME AND THEN PHIL DID THIS AND PHIL DID THAT AND DID I MENTION PHIL CREATED THIS

I had a thought the other day about how a lot of the time sci-fi/fantasy as a genre has vilified the idea of people taking their meds by saying that if someone has powers, then their meds which help them control the symptoms of their mental illness will stop them being able to use their powers.

And I thought - why not have the person who’s on, say, anti-psychotics, or anti-depressives, or pain medication… why not have their powers go wonky when they haven’t been taking their meds?

Not in a dangerous way, although that isn’t out of the question. Just. “I’m a seer and I take meds for my anxiety, but if I don’t take them, then the only things I see are the worst outcomes, which isn’t helpful.”

Or how about “my ability is to talk to animals, but if I’m off my meds then we can’t understand each other because it’s like there’s too much static.”

Or even, “I can control things with my mind, but when I haven’t been taking my pain meds, my mental control isn’t so good either, so everything starts shaking when I need to be precise.”

“I’m able to see and sense ghosts and spirits and other entities, but if I haven’t been taking my meds then I don’t know which entities are real, and which aren’t. Which has caused some communication issues when I started talking to a chair instead of my friend Xianthiape.”

Things like that, you know? Medication is usually there to do specific things to help people to function better. Let that show in science fiction and fantasy

The… only thing I’d say not to do, or rather, be careful with, is conditions like ADHD, because having ADHD it’s completely up to the person whether they want to have meds or not. Personally, I really don’t like the idea and wouldn’t want them at all, for example.

thelegendofjuice  asked:

For the Once Bitten AU! I actually have a few questions if that’s alright :D How did Tony and Steve meet in the first place, had they seen each other before that night together? And what kind of vampire is Tony? Like the lore behind him. Can he go out in sunlight? Does garlic or silver affect him?

(Keep in mind these are just ideas for my personal AU, I realize some of this may not line up with what is considered “right” about vampires, but honestly, who is to say what is “right” about supernatural creatures, you know?” 

Steve and Tony meet for the first time HERE.

Tony doesnt understand where most of the lore about vampires comes from, since hardly any of it applies to him, but it is something of a joke within the vampire community because they all knew that the early vampires spread certain lies about themselves just to avoid the humans knowing too much. 

Like a stake through the heart? Why would that work? Tonys heart beats only a few times a year, and wood has no magical properties, even the pieces that are supposedly “blessed.” No, you have to take a vamps head off, but good luck keeping one still enough to try. 

Sunlight doesnt bother him, rather its the heat that can hurt. Vampires dont sweat, they have no way to regulate their body temperatures, which is probably where the “vampires only come out at night” idea came from. Its cooler at night, and they are safer. But the vampires who lived north were out all hours of the day because the temperature never gets too high. The sunlight doesnt hurt Tony, but he does avoid going out too much in the summer. 

Garlic? Tony is Italian. Even if garlic would hurt him, he would have willingly eaten it anyway, and probably expired centuries ago. Italians do not use as much garlic as people assume, but it is there anyway, and Tony enjoys it. 

Silver bothers Tony, burns his skin, but thankfully very few things are truly iron anymore, and those that are tend to be advertised, as if having an item made of only one thing instead of a mix of lesser ingredients, is something to be proud of. 

Tony is shockingly powerful, for only being a few centuries old, which tells him that the vamp that turned him must have been very old itself. Tony searched for his sire for decades out of curiosity, but as his own power manifested, and with it, the ability to call fire, he began to care less about who sired him, and more about who fears him. 

And many many vampires fear Tony. 

Yesterday I caught up on Mob Psycho 100. There were a lot of emotions and the story is as wonderful as always. (WHATS HAPPENING WITH MOB AHHH REIGEN GET THERE AND HELP UR SON ALREADY PLZ)

But, geez, you have no idea how much the interactions between Shou and Toichiro meant to me. Let’s just say my dad and I don’t have a good relationship. And I made a post a while ago (specifically in response to Ginoza’s dad dying in Psycho Pass.) about my growing distaste for dead beat dads being let off the hook and forgiven after making The Ultimate Sacrifice for their kids. They die and suddenly everything is all right, and the kid is left wishing that they had forgiven their father while they had the chance. I’m so completely bored of that, and I thought Toichiro Suzuki was headed in the same direction. It would be a good end for him, after his reintroduction and repentance. 

But, Mp100, once again, flips the trope on it’s head. 

So uhhhhh personal thoughts under the cut/

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anonymous asked:

this might sound vague, but i’m looking for a fic and this is all i can remember - i think remus was sick or something bc the two were just chilling in his bed, then things escalated and sirius wanted to give rem a bj (ya know, normal occurrences....) anyways remus was like you don’t have to!! to which sirius responded but i want to, and rem thought it was funny how eager he was. it might have been their first bj as a couple, but idk. lmao any ideas?

I think it might be this one: 

Scars of Beauty, by literaryoblivion
“Go on. Say it,” Remus goads, as if he wants Sirius to agree with him, tell him that his thoughts and fears were right and he was smart to stay hidden beneath his covers because he is pretty hideous. Maybe, if he had said it to Sirius when they were younger, when they were still getting to know each other, before they’d reached even the early stages of realizing they might like each other as something more than friends, Sirius might have made a joke out of it. Told him, “Yeah, Moony, you look worse than a blast-ended skrewt.” But now? Now that they are in their last year at Hogwarts and have become practically inseparable, and on outward appearances the best of friends, but in private, they’ve shared more than whispered secrets and tentative caresses, Sirius is almost angry with himself that he would have ever said something like that to Moony.

anonymous asked:

Outta curiosity, how would you see the show go about a very, very tentative rebirth arc for Lucifer? Based off of this seasons predictions and mirroring, what would be happening?

I cant say yet tbh as we haven’t had enough of this season to say anything! we’ve only had 01! based off s12…. urgh idk…. some mary or john stuff and sacrificing for your children and various very general ideas float around my head but I’m sorry it’s all too vague rn, also given it’s just an idea that I think this could potentially happen but also very possible they could kill him so…. politicians answer :p

spiderparkerboy  asked:

hi hi hi hi congratulations again love! i would love anything sam holland related!! maybe some rain, maybe some books?? anything sam related will make me pretty damn happy tbh! thank you love, mwah

Originally posted by sheepscreed

you and sam dashed into the nearest open building, a quaint bookstore, to shelter yourselves from the pouring rain. “i’m absolutely soaked,” you remark pulling your hood down as you entered and wiping your feet on the welcome mat. “maybe bringing an umbrella would’ve been a good idea.” sam says, looking outside as the rain almost completely obstructed the view. you two had been walking around all day instead of taking the car, which in hindsight was a terrible, terrible idea. “how are we supposed to get home?” you ask, very worried. you think that no one would even be able to drive in this weather. “well, i suppose the only thing we can do is wait it out. the rain won’t last all day,” sam replies, shrugging. “truuueeeeee.” you sigh, looking around at the bookstore. “at least we’re in a bookstore. i was planning on getting some new books today anyways.” sam smiles fondly at you. “nerd.” you lean in for a light kiss. “yes, but i’m your nerd.”  he hums, “that’s true.” once the rain cleared up, you leave the bookstore with around a dozen new books. “you didn’t have to buy me that many.” you say, staring at the bags of books in your hands in awe. “i didn’t, but i wanted to.” he says, blushing a little. wow, he’s amazing. you thought, leaning in to kiss him again. 

Happy LOVE fangirl rant

I am so happy i can’t stop crying. On the way home from work today I saw butterflies and it made me think of the “Where You At” mv and I prayed they would win today. As soon as I got home I went to Youtube and watched their win. And I am so overwhelmed because you can tell by their expressions that they thought they weren’t going to win. They were so used to being dissapointed that they had no idea what to do. JR’s face was in total disbelief and he seriously couldn’t even think to say his thank you’s. Poor thing. And Beakho was smiling all shy like he really wasn’t sure how to feel. And Ren was seeing to everyone and patting everyone on the back because he is such an encourager even though he is the maknae he was being strong for everyone and gathering them into hugs.

And Aron!!! Guys, I sobbed the most because of Aron. Our funny hyung who is always such a goofball was crying the hardest. Every time he went to the side I cried harder. Because I know its been so hard on all of them and just the amount of stress and pain they have experiences for YEARS is OVER!!!!!

I just thought of last year when Loves got them nominated for a win on a music show  ( forget which one) for Love Paint but they didn’t win and how sad we were. We thought that might be our last chance that they may never get a win because their career was looking so bleak. And just the whole turn around is a miracle!!

I am so happy and blessed and I am so encouraged. And all the love they got from the other groups!!!! I really love Got7 and i was blessed by how they came and hugged the guys and Aron esp and i remember JB mentioning that he really liked Love Paint last year on a radio show he was on with Got7. So I know that they know their music and care about them as people too. I just…..the WHOLE WOLRD love Nu’est W and Nu’est and I AM SO HAPPY!!!!!

anonymous asked:

LMAO some ppl calling YOU accepting of double standards???? do they even follow your blog like! Sorry you have to deal with this, yikes. Keep doing you Ev!

awww thanks babe. i had a laugh because i honestly have no idea where that came from? when have i ever accepted double standards? idk. the fact that i don’t tag everything that, say, niall does with passive aggressive stuff about how harry got shit for doing the same, doesn’t mean that i don’t notice it, i just think it’s pointless to constantly bitch about stuff when the people who said it aren’t people whose opinion i value anyway. i just block them out because clearly they hate harry and look for reasons to criticise him so i literally just don’t consider their opinion at all, as it’s not unbiased and i don’t respect it. simple as that. 

oh and since i’m in the mood for some random tea: i noticed that lately ‘being a harrie who hates double standards’ comes with reblogging from hets, antis or solo harries who literally have posts along the lines of “name one reason not to like 1d – i can name three” and “catch me in ten years riding my husband while thinking about harry” so i mean yeah, i’m not that kind of harrie, oops. i like to think i’m a better one. xx

My student submitted the most disturbing “Living History” project I’ve ever seen 

By reddit user gretelcat

One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).

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Okay back to happier (?) topics - today’s prompts were firsts/future/tears !!!! and honestly that’s probably a happy set why did I go for this even we might just never know

Mass hug for those who didn’t spoil the show for everyone else.

I’m so jealous that you got to go to the VERY first show.  You’re the only people who can say they had NO idea what to expect.  But the level of respect I’ve seen so far on tumblr has been amazing.  (I’m avoiding Instagram tags)

There have been no real spoilers, no real videos - I know he asked, but not everyone respects that.  YOU guys respected that, and the surprise hasn’t been ruined for anyone going in future.  You have no idea how grateful I am. I was really worried that by the time I get to go in Europe, the entire show would already be online in various clips and streams.

But if everyone is as respectful as you guys then we have little to worry about.

Thank you SO much for not spoiling the experience for the thousands who are awaiting their turn.  I can only hope those attending the next 2 shows are as amazing as you guys. 

“I’ll protect you… no matter what” 

anonymous asked:

Okey but i am a sucker for angst and well i was thinking what do you think would happen if lotor wouldn't "save" keith and keith actually killed himself to save the mission... What do you think shiro would do and feel? Cause i have no idea... Well i can imagine him screaming at keith not to do it to find another way but what would he do after ?

You know the really awful thing about this? At first, Shiro would be congratulating him, saying good job. Because Team Voltron had no idea what was happening on the other end, they just knew Keith was going to try and stop the ship. And it stopped. So, mission success, right? Shiro commends him for his efforts, but the cruel irony there is that, if it was actually Keith who stopped the ship, he’d be dead. Shiro would be there smiling and telling Keith how proud he was and hearing–nothing. Dead silence. 

Keith’s comms are completely down. It could be nothing, just some interference, the others reason. But Shiro tenses, and his stomach drops. Something’s not right here, he can feel it in his gut. The few seconds between when Coran’s call is received and they open up comms are the longest of his life. It’s childish and cowardly, but he doesn’t want to answer. Doesn’t want to hear the words. And even as Coran speaks, relays Keith’s world shattering decision–Shiro hardly listens. The words are there, punctuated by sharp breaths and wretched sobs, but Shiro doesn’t need to hear. He already knows what happened, can feel it in his bones.

Keith always gave back more than the universe deserved. 

The flight back to the castle is a streak of stars and warbled static. Shiro doesn’t know how long it takes. Shiro isn’t sure when they made it back. Shiro hardly remembers sitting down until Hunk is already offering him a blanket and Allura insists he eat some food. He’s glassy-eyed and numb when everyone offers their condolences, hands reflexively clenching every now and again. The light that shoots up his galra tech arm is sheer impulse, but the flare is still enough to startle. Lance walks him back to his room and tells him he should rest. 

For the longest time, Shiro wonders why he did it. How did he do it? Was he calm and composed right up until the very end? Did he scream? Did he cry? Did he break down and steel himself with some sacred oath of duty before he blasted himself to pieces? Did he ever think about how the others would feel? How he would feel? Did he ever believe his life was worth anything at all?

And you know what else is cruel? Keith didn’t even get to say his goodbyes. Not even so much as another, “It was an honor flying with you.” He was going to die without telling his team one last time how much they mean to him, without telling Shiro. He couldn’t bare to say his goodbyes, there wasn’t time, they would’ve tried to stop him–there are a number of reasons not to, so he didn’t. It’s for the best, he must’ve told himself. If he doesn’t acknowledge it, doesn’t speak the words aloud, then this can’t be real. Just close your eyes and it’ll all be over soon. It’s a thought Shiro can’t cut loose, and he lets it close around his throat with every shaky breath. 

And it isn’t until the horrible sinking sensation creeps up on him in the midst of another sleepless night, slicing right through him like a knife–that he realizes, choking back a sob that devolves into a mindless scream. “It was always meant to be yours.”

Had Keith kept piloting Black instead, he would’ve been saved. 

Just know that we’re here for you whenever you need us.” “I know you are. And I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

He can’t bare to set foot in Black for a long time after that.

anonymous asked:

What If one of the fakes had a high school reunion or something like that and just took the crew and it somehow ended in a shoot out with the cops.

Let’s just be clear, it’s not a pride thing. Geoff has never cared what people said about him, not outside a professional sense anyway; he knew exactly who he was, what he was capable of, even before he’d taken an entire city to its knees. So it’s not that he felt the need to prove himself, it’s just that there’s something particular about high school trauma, isn’t there? Something that lingers, even when it shouldn’t, something that emerges from even the most upstanding adults when thrown back together for a reunion, the bullies and the bullied, all desperate to show what they’ve become.

Geoff’s last high school was nothing like he’d ever been to before, a snobby upper-crust hellhole he was only in because his Ma’s third husband pulled some strings, and the other students were quick to point out just how much he didn’t belong. Between the tattoos and the smoking, the lazy looks and slow sneering drawl, it was always all too easy to label Geoff a loser, a drop out, trailer park trash everyone knew would be washing their cars one day. Never mind that he scored higher than most of his cohort even when skipping more or less every class, never mind that he is possibly the most well-read crime-lord in the country, back then he had an image and teenagers are relentless. Not that Geoff was all that phased even at the time, only a year or so away from the day he picked up his first gun and never looked back, but it’s the principal of the thing.

So when an invite forwards through from an email so old he’d forgotten he’d even made it Geoff has to laugh. Then pause, consider, hatch an utterly ridiculous idea, and laugh some more. Because he might not care, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy ruining the night for all the pathetic stuck-up nobodies he went to school with; rubbing your success in everyone’s faces is what reunions are for, after all. The fact that it has a theme, that it is masquerade of all things, really just cements Geoff’s resolve to drag his crew halfway across the country into one of the strangest nights of their lives.

Everyone knows the option to bring a guest to these events is, in reality, the offer to bring a romantic partner, singular, but it isn’t technically stated. There are no rules barring Geoff from RSVP-ing for 7, so that’s exactly what he does. Sure he receives a few increasingly less polite emails suggesting he’d been mistaken but he doesn’t even bother opening them, doesn’t try to clarify that he is bringing his friends, his family, not his entire harem. Let them talk; they’d do it anyway. Plus, it’s not like the Fake’s aren’t all entirely too pleased with the suggestion, cackling hyenas who spend the next few weeks laying it on thick, batting their eyes and blowing Geoff kisses, picking out increasingly absurd meet-cute stories to tell his scandalised classmates. Between creating new identities and playing dress up in masks and suits they couldn’t be happier.

Masks or not they catch every eye in the room when they make their entrance and why wouldn’t they; Geoff and his unusual request must have been the talk of the rumour mill and identity hidden or not clearly this must be Geoff, it’s not like anyone else brought along 6 dates. As stage whispers hit a dull roar it’s obvious no one was prepared for what they were seeing, perhaps imagined instead stained tank tops and a string of strung-out baby mama’s, not expensively tailored suits and an attractively refined entourage. Paying the noise no heed Geoff swans into the room with Jack looking elegant on one arm, Gavin at his most Ken-doll glamorous tucked under the other, flanked on either side by Ryan, Michael, Jeremy and Ray, all dressed to impress.

Shock and jealousy aren’t good looks on anyone, let alone rich brats turned elitist yuppies, so Geoff’s classmates behave just as poorly as he’d anticipated, years and newfound maturity doing nothing to stop the tittering laughter, the sneers and judgmental looks, fake pleasantry and condescending questions. But then, his crew didn’t exactly play nice with them either.

Ray and Jeremy immediately beeline to the food table and bar, respectively, and each set themselves up and settle in for the night; loud, obnoxious and tactlessly talking about everyone around them. When asked about themselves or their relationship to Geoff they’re both frustratingly vague, Jeremy chattering away without saying much at all and Ray simply staring people down until they can’t bear the tension.

Michael and Ryan set off together to explore the room but quickly separate to accommodate their vastly different methods of surveillance. Ryan skulks into the background, ducking numerous attempts to catch his interest in favour of fading into unlit corners and empty nooks, frightening the life out of anyone trying to slip away for some private time. Michael, on the other hand, seems determined to be the life of the party, cheerfully making conversation only to laugh in the face of every so-called achievement, ruffling feathers and causing major offence wherever he goes.

Gavin slinks off like a man on a mission and doesn’t come back for over an hour, offering no explanation for the absence beyond a dangerously self-satisfied smirk. His work becomes obvious soon enough anyway, once the yelling starts; Geoff’s two main high-school tormentors, mentioned only in passing stories over the years, simultaneously having huge, public, relationship-ending blow ups with each of their significant others. What are the odds? Across the hall Gavin laughs, all tinkling glass and sparkling charm, smoothly working the room like Michael’s mirror opposite.

Jack stays at Geoff’s side all night, hackles raised into something abnormally cold and unimpressed any time someone comes up to speak to them, protective instincts in full force no matter how often Geoff claims to be unaffected. He fills her in on all the worst gossip about those who approach, and as the night progresses and general unease begins to spread Jack mellows, sinking back into something sweet and mocking, somehow even more unsettling playing docile arm-candy than she was rabid guard dog.

Throughout the night the Fake AH Crew remain a key topic of every casual conversation; they might have been regardless, even this far from Los Santos no one can get enough of their scandals, but with the huge heist pulled just last week there was no way to avoid it, everyone has their two cents, their praise and condemnation. It’s too funny, the whole crew killing themselves trying not to break character, to laugh or correct or manipulate the conversation but all their self-control is well rewarded in the end.

Half the room removed their masks less than an hour into the night; too difficult to eat and talk and drink in, too vain to keep their hard earned looks covered, so it’s not at all strange when the Fake’s start to follow suit. Jeremy and Ray start it, the newest member and the one caught on camera the least often, casually dropping their masks mid-conversation. They each get a confused squint or two, a double glance, a few individuals trying to place them, remember how they’d met before, why they were so familiar.

Next came Gavin and Michael, having goaded each other out onto the dance-floor they were playing as much as they were moving to the music, laughing and grappling and generally making a bit of a scene. They snatch off each other’s masks as they play and the looks double, because alone they’re each distinctive but together, together, people have seen those faces together, somewhere they’ve seen them and so often together..

Last is Jack and Geoff, more graceful than their counterparts and moving with far more purpose they reveal their faces in the centre of the room and, like a party trick, they instantly catch the whole room’s attention. Out of context, in ones and twos where they don’t belong, the members of the FAHC could be mistaken but no one in the country would fail to recognise Ramsey and Patillo, the kingpin and his right hand, rulers of the most well-known gang in the US. And here they stand, casually mingling at a high school reunion.

In the calm before the storm the crew gravitates back towards one another, can almost see the cogs turning around them, the lightbulbs flickering on in a slow ripple spreading out across the room, disbelief and the first hint of horror swirling together as people start unconsciously reaching for their phones. As Ryan slips back out and wanders over, the last still masked, always masked, the chatter seems to crescendo then crash into something still and almost silent as a room full of entitled trust-fund babies recognise their own terror.

Finally uncovered and flanked by his family Geoff’s grin creeps across his face, slow and violent and more confirmation than anyone needed as he lets the oppressive tension sit for a long moment, arms spreading out to his sides like a magician revealing a clever trick before he breaks the silence; Surprise motherfuckers.

Guns are pulled from jackets and from there it’s all running and screaming, no honour or courage, just a stampede for the exits to the sound of cackling laughter and the occasional aimless pot-shot. The Fake’s aren’t looking for lives, not worth the hassle really, and this job certainly has no monetary reward beyond the wallets Geoff’s filthy little thieves have no doubt absconded with, but the fear in the air is delightful and even the sound of incoming sirens can’t ruin the mood. If anything it only hypes them up further, all savage grins and ramping excitement as they make for doors, reloading their weapons and pumping themselves up for a whole new police force to terrorise, Geoff’s magnificent little miscreants.

On the way out they pass a wall of yearbook photos, blown up large and captioned with names and all the old superlative awards. Ryan stumbles to a halt and snorts, snatching one off the wall and tucking it into his jacket to take back to the penthouse, though not before flashing the Lads a glance at that all too recognisable face, sending them into peals of screeching laughter as they pour out into the night. Geoffrey Fink; Least likely to succeed. 

bokutoo-san  asked:

au where bakugou is embarrassed each time uraraka wants to cuddle or just kiss him in public because he's not used to it but after some months he starts to get more confident around her and he's the one who hugs her from behind when he finds uraraka in the hallway or sitting on the sofa, cooks for her when she's nervous, helps her studying (with more patience than he used to have with kirishima lmao) - their classmates just can't believe their eyes, so every time they try to say something funny+

so this seems like a good ask to post these silly, old doodles in lmao

anyway yes this is perfect and i love it

i actually had a doodle of Bakugou hugging Uraraka from behind from forever ago, but i never finished it b/c i couldn’t get the pose right. but i imagine that it’s like the only way he feels comfortable showing emotion–at least for a while. he buries his face into her shoulder b/c he’s still embarrassed and flustered but he still holds her close

i love the idea that Bakugou cooks for Uraraka and helps teach her how to cook (b/c being self-sufficient is important to her), and he occasionally makes her mochi after study sessions or when she’s down. he doesn’t even say anything, just sits next to her and hands them over, and maybe holds her hand

anyway yes kacchako fluff

Bakugou threatens death on anyone who teases him 

(it never works)

Dear non-natives,

Native people are united in many ways but there is no such thing as a collective “native culture.

A DNA test saying you have native blood does not mean you’re native. Blood does not give you a claim to the hundreds of native cultures that exist. Blood quantum as what determines who is native is a settler colonist idea. Stop.

If you take a DNA test and it comes back saying you have some native blood or if you find out you had a native ancestor and your response is "how can I profit off this” then you’re a piece of shit. You don’t give a fuck about native people and it’s obvious.

I get so many messages asking how people can get a tribal card to get scholarships. If you’re one of these people then I have zero respect for you. You have no problem using native claim for profit while you could care less about native struggles.

“But I have a lot in common with native culture” no, no you do not. Again, there are hundreds of native cultures, not just one. Your fascination of the more popularized aspects of only a handful of these cultures does not give you a connection. Thinking something is cool is not a connection. Blood quantum does not give you a connection.

I’m using this message I got last night as example but this is something I deal with a lot.

#dearnonnatives we can always tell when you love our cultures but could care less about our peoples.

The whole “we’re going to be saying Merry Christmas again” thing is so hilarious because the right has created this fantasy that they haven’t been allowed to say it. It’s also equally hilarious when they act like leftists can’t even hear the words “Merry Christmas” without exploding. 

Like, last I checked you’ve had free rein to say whatever you wanted and it’s pretty fucking apparent how much Christmas is a part of U.S. society. Y’all act like Christmas shit isn’t going up for sale in July and that it’s not a national fucking holiday. And as someone who has never really celebrated Christmas, let me just say that I don’t give a shit when you say Merry Christmas. We’re not going to melt.

It’s just funny that the idea “hey there are other people who may not celebrate Christmas and there are actually a lot of holidays around the ‘Christmas break’ time” has turned into some “war on Christmas” bullshit.