A friend argues that Americans battle between the “historical self” and the “self self.” By this she means you mostly interact as friends with mutual interest and, for the most part, compatible personalities; however, sometimes your historical selves, her white self and your black self, or your white self and her black self, arrive with the full force of your American positioning.
Then you are standing face-to-face in seconds that wipe the affable smiles right from your mouths. What did you say? Instantaneously your attachment seems fragile, tenuous, subject to any transgression of your historical self. And though your joined personal histories are supposed to save you from misunderstandings, they usually cause you to understand all too well what is meant.
ive never rlly paid attention to kiyoteru as a character but your model is too damn cute im marrying him hes great im luv him
AW GEEZ THNX im glad i can bring some kiyo appreciation into the world i feel like im in the biggest kiyo-mood right now bless but?????
i wish i could say HECK YEAH to ur marriage but… see…. i also want to marry him so this might have to be an epic game of scissors paper rock to decide who gets kiyo’s hand bro (unless u want to share bc im cool w dat too)
He opened his eyes and groaned as he
pulled the wool blanket off him. Kerrwynn sat up on the impromptu bed
made of stolen hay bales and a bedroll. The fire in the hearth of the
abandoned house has burned to barely warm embers. Rubbing his eyes
the unkempt building inhabited only by cobwebs brought back why he
had taken shelter outside Erudition the night before.
A single question had led to an
altercation that had been brewing for months. Every ounce of distrust
and rage Kerrwynn had bottled against the Pirate King Kurel came out
the council chambers of Erudition were a testament to that. While it
felt good to see the blood and feel the sensation of impaling Kurel,
the end result was yet to be seen. He left the hamlet before the
arrival of Lady Wintersong.
He reached over the cooling embers and
retrieved a now room temperature kettle of coffee he had brewed
before retiring for the night. The cold drink tasted horrid but
served its purpose. Standing up and walking to the window to look
over Erudition the fog and mist of Silverpine greeted him.
“What secrets do you hold today?”
Finishing his cup and putting on a
pair of thin linen pants he reached for his comm. His regular leather
and mail armor was laid out on the back of a chair waiting a deep
scrubbing. While looking it over and taking stock of it he noticed
his belt knife wasn’t in it’s sheath, he remembered throwing it the
night before, but normally someoen would have returned it to him by
“Lady Wintersong, I need to speak
with you.” His voice flat and soft, awaiting the verbal chastising
that was surely to follow.
“Aye, I am in my office at the
moment given it seems something
happened in the council chambers. I am assuming you have heard about
the reported death of General Winters.” Her voice slightly
concerned but clearly annoyed at him.
have now.” His body floated back over to the straw bales and his
comm dropped to the floor.
sat the numbness washed over him. He looked down at his left wrist
and traced the runes she had branded him with when he was one of
hers. The knot in his stomach made an appearance and seemed to grow
in intensity. This was not the loss of a close friend or a lover, but
rather someone who never knew the weight she played in his life. She
was his best kept secret. He admired her, her poise under distress,
and the manner in which without effort she commanded respect. He
smirked a little remembering the jobs he had tagged along with her
on. A small chuckle escaped his lips when he remembered just why he
still couldn’t enter Booty bay.
seemed so surreal. He had just met with her the other night in her
tavern and made plans to meet again regularly, as friends. This was
something he had been to scared to ask for until now.
keep you Kerrwynn.” Her last words to him screamed within his mind
but were countered by the silence of the hamlet.
You lucky bitch, you get to get out of all this shit.” he muttered
under his breath as he pulled a light shirt to him and donned it. His
body lifted from the bales and knelt in front of the fire to watch
the embers. He blew on them gently to help them awaken for the new
day as well. This news would travel fast and action needed to be
taken to secure the void before this power struggle escalated to an
all out war. Kerr stared into the flame and uttered a small prayer
before walking into Erudition to be properly punished.
Matron of Night. Gracious am I for the gift of your shadow embrace
keeping me while I rest. Dawn has come and my watch begun, I shall
seek to honor your name, and guard your secrets from the Light.
Unholy Matron, Keep my people safe and guide us in this time when the
Shadows are the only reprieve we can trust. When you tire of Winters,
we will take her back.”
bare feet stepped into the dew of the hamlet and walked cautiously
towards the tavern. Life was about to get really interesting.
[FANCAM] Youngjae sends a video message to all Australian IGOT7 for unable to come. He looked really really sick & pale in the video. This sunshine even apologizing for being sick. Don’t be Youngjae. Don’t be disappointed too.Get the treatment & get better. We’ll be waiting.
 Youngjae & CoCo from Youngjae’s bestfriend IG & facebook. He spent his time with his bestfriend, daein, before daein return to the army. They even have sleep over at Youngjae’s place and CoCo is joining too..kekeke