There are twenty-five parts! Where to find my secret URL and passcode, please go here. If a page doesn’t show up it means that I have already deleted the post (I’m making everything in a time limit) so please try not to ask me how to get the URL and code, I make new ones with every chapter.
I’ll keep up chapter 17 posts until January 29th 2017, 11 PM (Central Standard Time) and once it hits 11:01 PM I am deleting everything! No ifs, ands, or buts. This is my golden rule, I will not reupload a chapter I completed on my blog (besides chapter 16 which I will be uploading on January 30th - Monday) and everything must be read in 72 hours (I changed it from 96). This is the only way I can continue providing translations.
Anywho, HOW WAS THIS CHAPTER?! CRAZY RIGHT. I am so done Sangwoo like 100000000% done. Hopefully, chapter 18 will be more killing and stalking and less public head and peeping tom scenes.
A/N: Gif Blurb Mini Series that all start HERE. Technically this is all @chaos-and-the-calm67 and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s fault. You can blame them for what is coming once an evening for the next few days. I will be accepting gifs in my submit box (or whatever) of gifs you would like to see as a part of this series. They have to be gifs in which Dean is need in need of obvious comfort. That’s what this gif blurb series is about. Sorry there won’t be any tagging for this series, but it will be scheduled for 7-8 Central/Standard Time daily.
A/N: Gif Blurb Mini Series Part 1, 2 & 3. I will be accepting gifs in my submit box (or whatever) of gifs you would like to see as a part of this series. They have to be gifs in which Dean is need in need of obvious comfort. That’s what this gif blurb series is about. Sorry there won’t be any tagging for this series, but it will be scheduled for 7-8 Central/Standard Time daily.
Hi! I’m a a malagasy/central african girl. My dad is central african a physically typical tall black man, and my mom is malagasy. She is very light skin and has long curly hair who goes under her back. I’m almost 20 and live in France (3h from Paris) and was born and raised there. French is my first and only language. I was raised in a mostly white community and I never had POC friends before second year of high school.
Beauty standards: During my childhood, in my town (2000 inhabitants), I’m pretty sure we were the only black family. But even though most people were white, I never wanted to be one. Maybe because I’m light skin (my mother’s side). I used to think absolute beauty was to be mixed and have curly black hair. I also remember wasting time in the bathroom looking at the mirror trying to see how would I’d look if I had thinner lips (Not really proud of that).
Growing up, I started straightening my hair almost every day and was so envious of girls who had straight hair and could wake up in the morning not brushing their hair and still look good. My hair was and still is a big deal for me. On my mother’s side they mostly have straight hair so she’d always do our hair with simple hairstyles for straight haired people. We never knew exactly what to do with my hair : they weren’t too nappy nor straight enough to choose a suited hairstyle due to being mixed. And to this day she still does my hair.
Also every time I was in the same room of another black girl nobody could figure out who is who.
Culture: My parents divorced when I was little, and my mom made her best to impose her culture even before he left. So to be honest, I never felt central african. I don’t know their language nor could I recognise it. We only visit family from my mother’s side and went to Madagascar about four times for one time 10 months and the other times two months. Lucky for us, french is widely spoken there.I don’t speak malagasy. My mom said that when we were little we didn’t want to (which I think was really stupid). I only know some expression and words.
Our name sound very weird for non-malagasy. Like I have to repeat my name at least twice when I introduce myself. and I don’t even count the number of people who have mispronounced my name.
At home we use a bunch of malagasy tools, I’m glad they exist, and other african styled objects.
Food : Malagasy food is based on rice. Every meal we eat has rice, we use rice flour. I knew it was “odd” when I went to a friend house and they would just eat vegetables. Or worse : pasta and vegatbles. At home, it was vegetable+rice (and meat) and other meals were for special occasion and pasta is always spaghetti bolognese or with carbonara sauce. Also goose is for family gathering and very special occasions.
Home/Family life/Friendships: Home was my favourite place to be because there I could be who I was without being judged. Where things made sense. Like I said earlier my friend were almost all white so I never in the “black community”. Moreover, they would always lowkey make fun of my culture so depending with who I was with I would always sort of repress my culture. My best friend told that I wasn’t like the other black people (she’s upper class white) and I didn’t realise how problematic what she said was.
And my mom always says that french people are very racist so I must always on my best behaviour.
Speaking of behaviour, I’m very introverted, hate being late and pretty good at maths. My friend asked once if I did this to unfit the stereotype but I guess that’s just me?
Identity issues: I always felt french as share french pop culture references and media with most people here but of course I’ll always be seen as an foreigner in France. But at home I don’t really have any idea how do they do things. Like I discovered when I was ten that here they put their kitchen towel in sort of wood bracelet like it was normal and necessary.
And of course the fact that we have no clue of what our dad culture is. We would always sort of hide the fact we’re central african like it was shameful.
religion : We’re christians protestants. The only big difference it made was when I went to a catholic church it was always soo boring, but at the temple people were singing and debating it was way more fun. My mom had never wanted to pressure us into religion so we had the choice to be what we wanted to. But I’m still religious.
Things I’d like to see less of:
When people want to be as correct as possible so they write the most non stereotypical boring POC.
Things I’d like to see more of:
Author who focused their POC character on their personality because gender/race/sexuality isn’t one
In 2008, light from a gamma-ray burst known as GRB 080319B reached the Earth. If you were in North America at 1:12 A.M. Central Standard Time on a cloudless night and looked up at at the constellation Boötes for about 30 seconds, you could see light from the farthest-away thing ever visible to unaided human eyes.
The light from that gamma-ray burst had been traveling across space for 7.5 billion years. That’s an incomprehensible number, so let’s try to break that down. That’s 7,500,000,000 years–over half the age of the entire Universe. If you think of that time as a calendar, where midnight on January 1 is the gamma ray burst event, and 11:59 P.M. on December 31 is when the light reached us here on Earth, well, the Earth doesn’t even appear until March 24; that’s when the Solar System formed. So for 3.8 months of that imaginary year, there wasn’t even an Earth or a Sun. The first life on Earth appeared on April 14th at about 3 p.m. The first eukaryotic (non-bacterial or archaean) life makes an appearance on the first of July. Dinosaurs appeared just after noon on December 20th–that’s 231 million years from the present. They all died when a bolide struck earth 66 million years ago; that’s December 28th at about 5:30 p.m. The first hominids appeared on December 31st at 4:15 p.m. Humans don’t show up until about 18 minutes to midnight on December 31. All of human history–the 5000 years since writing was invented–is contained in the last second before midnight.
And there’s something awe-inspiring in the simple fact that, on a clear night, you could have looked up and seen a glimmer of something that happened before our Sun ignited its thermonuclear core. It was just there, and if you were lucky enough to see it, well, that’s about as close to magical as a human experience can get.
hi everyone ! i’m a or ari, if you prefer something longer. i’m seventeen, currently a senior in high school, am not excited about going to college, but also excited to move some place that’s not the state i’m in. i live in the central standard timezone and i use she/her pronouns. that part was excessively, strangely long ? but other than that, i’m a piece of trash, the biggest piece besides good ‘ole nazarius here, so let’s get onto him. if you wanna plot, just hit me up or give this a like and i’ll come to you !
hi angels ! i’m chase, i live in the central standard timezone ( cst ), & use she/her pronouns. i’m a lazy sack of shit, just so y’all know. but other than that, i love gummy candy, chocolate, & thoroughly enjoy matthew’s face. so now that i’ve bored y’all to death, let’s move onto another sack of shit named bennett. ALSO, if you wanna plot, just hit me up or like this & i’ll come to you ( like pls gimme all the plots i’m straight up down for whatever tbh )!
Baby it's Cold Outside - Jensen x reader Fic Coming
Your sister has always had a knack for schemes and pranks. Jared can joke and mess around with the best of them. Being Briana Buckmaster’s sister had its perks, but it should’ve come with a warning label.
What lengths will She, Jared, Misha, Rob, and Rich go to to ensure you and Jensen wind up under the mistletoe at the Supernatural Cast and Crew Christmas Party?
Some cleverly orchestrated Christmas Karaoke with Jensen, Rules that were meant to broken, sneaky, conniving Briana, Jared, Richard, Rob, and Misha, and a little hidden mistletoe
-And a secret that you never even saw coming. -
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