they will be sorry on what they will be missing out

Random thoughts Slytherins have

• Is it acceptable to say gucci and fam in the same sentence?

• I’m gonna be the most aesthetic

• actually, fuck that

• I just want to go home

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

• I’m just gonna pretend that didn’t happen

• ew look at that person over there… breathing like a bitch

• I’m too tired for this

• I’m gonna shove a cactus up your ass

• Google that shit

• Is it possible to get high off crispy onions?

• fuck this

• Maybe if I say ‘fuck me’ more often when I do something wrong, someone will say ‘I’m trying’

• Why are people so stupid sometimes?

• I’m back bitches, missed me?

• how come no one ever misses me

• you’re all gonna be sorry when I’m richer than you


• I hate hugs

• If I don’t get a hug in the next two minutes I’m literally going to start crying

• wHy Am I cRyInG

• fuck this, fuck you, fuck that, fuck me

• Your rules don’t apply to me

shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit

• I like being alone

• I hate being alone

• If you tell me what to do one more time I swear I will slap a bitch

• Well fuck me up and call me Florida

BTS reaction- Being asked about you in an interview/variety show

Anon asked: “BTS reaction where the interviewer/host of a tv show asks them about you?❤️💙💛”

A/N: I am posting a reaction after SO long so I am very sorry if this isn’t up to my usual standards :) I promise the next couple of reactions will be better written!

**As usual gifs are not mine. Credit to the rightful owners. Images sourced from google images**



Jin would probably be very embarrassed and would be laughing so much. His ears would turn red while answering the question directed towards him but it just means he is happy to talk about you.

The camera panned to his red face as just a few seconds ago he had been asked about you. “So is it right? You went on your first official date?” the interviewer asked. Jin couldn’t stop laughing. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before responding. “Yes. Yes were are officially dating. I hope ARMY’S can give us a lot of love, and support y/n and give her as much understanding and love as they give me” his ears had turned red by this point. “ When is the second date then?” the host teased. He turned to look at the camera. “ I am waiting for your answer y/n” and he handed the mic back to Namjoon prompting a lot of ooh’s from the boys.

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anonymous asked:

How do you still watch/like supernatural???????????


well thought-out. a lot of question marks. this is serious.


i know a lot of people who love blue cheese.

i think it’s awful. i look at it and ask, “how? how can someone like that? by eating it, who are they trying to impress? they look like they’re genuinely enjoying it, but how? it’s so awful” without considering the other option

they have a different preference than me.

that’s a lot to take in, so i’ll give you a second.

ok, i think you’re good.

now, i would ask those people, “don’t you realize it’s…that…that’s mold? there’s mold there. i can’t get over the fact that there’s something inherently bad in it” and they shrug, recognize that yeah that is what it is, but there’s so much to it that they do like that just because someone else isn’t into it, doesn’t mean they’re giving it up. and hey, it’s not bad for them, so they have at it. it’s improved a lot of things for them, too. salad. hot wings. the works!

but then i might think, “they can’t POSSIBLY keep liking it. they’ve liked it for so long! get over your love for blue cheese!”

but that isn’t how having like, a favorite of something works. it’s available to them. it makes a lot of stuff better for them. they don’t always have to have it, but when they do, they enjoy it. maybe they went through a period where they had it on something they didn’t like, left a bad taste in their mouths, and they dropped it for a minute, but they couldn’t give up one of their favorite foods.

so, spn is my blue cheese.

yeah, i recognize why it’s, in many ways, wonky. but the cast, the crew, the fans? everyone has become a part of a family i never really got to have. i have sweet loving grandmas i never got, and mothers who look after me and check in on me. i have kind men who give me fatherly advice, and i have big brothers who tease me but stand up for me when they see i’m down. this show has given me opportunities, courage to pursue what i love, and friends who, i don’t think i’d still be here if i hadn’t made them. friends who help in tremendous ways for someone who’s across the planet.

as for the show, last season was a rough one for me. but i love when they tackle big religious topics, and how they do it to this day. for some people, it didn’t jive, and that’s cool. there’s a lot of good content out there. (seriously, i’m still a huge advocate of american gods! if you’ve dropped spn but miss that early-season aesthetic and LOVE gore, give it a shot. aw yiss)

i hope i covered all of the points and removed some of the question marks from this question!

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best friend’s brother - tom holland au ♦︎

Pairings: best friend’s brother! tom holland x reader

Warning(s)?: steamy forbidden make-out sesh ooh la la

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Tom’s your best friend’s older brother that you couldn’t help but to catch feelings for. Now you two are dating behind her back, but your secret can only stay hidden for so long..

A/N: hi ok i’ve never seen this idea with tom before so i thought it’d be cute? this idea popped into my head bc i deadass have a crush on my best friend’s brother whoops … but i can only pray what happens in this imagine happens to me lmao. but listen to best friend’s brother by victoria justice A BOP for added effect while reading okay bye enjoy!! also gif credits to kelly aka tomshollandss 


You walk into your best friend, Alisia’s room, slinging your book bag off your shoulders and onto the floor carelessly. “Thank God it’s Friday,” you exclaim, plopping into your friend’s furry bean bag chair beside her bed, feigning exhaustion.

Alisia giggles before rubbing her stomach. “I’m hungry. Let’s get some food.” You follow Alisia down the hall and into her kitchen where her mom, Nikki, was unloading groceries into the fridge.

“Hey, mom,” Alisia greets before grabbing two granola bars out of the pantry, one for you and one for her.

“Hey, love. It’s so nice to see you around here again, Y/N.” Nikki commented, even though you’d been over here more times this week then you’d like to admit. She didn’t know about those times though, because it was a secret.

As you take a bite out of the granola bar, you couldn’t help but ask the question swirling around in your mind. It was awfully too quiet for a place where Tom Holland resided. “Hey, where’s Tom?” You tried to sound genuinely curious rather than concerned, even though you were. You had a right to be though, he was your boyfriend.

The only problem was that Tom was your best friend’s brother. You were aware of how cliche it sounded, but it was hard to not fall for a guy like Tom. While you and Alisia were juniors, Tom was a senior, and a complete heart throb to say the least. He was popular, well liked, and charming. Every guy was friends with him, and every girl couldn’t help but turn their heads whenever he would pull up to school with the top down on his Audi TT and his best friend Harrison Osterfield in the passenger seat with him. He could’ve had any girl he chose, but he only wanted you.

When you and Alisia got close the summer before sophomore year, you couldn’t help but silently swoon every time you and Alisia would walk into the kitchen and Tom and Harrison happened to be watching TV in the living room. Or when Nikki would force Tom to take you and Alisia home from school. Soon enough, you, Alisia, Tom, and Harrison became close, almost like a band, and would hang out normally without having to be told.

And that’s where the feelings came in. You and Tom instantly clicked, both of you possessing the same sense of humor and sharing a lot of the same interests. The subtle flirting and the stolen glances weren’t enough for Tom; he wanted something more with you. So when he asked you out, it was quickly after Alisia had momentarily left the room. Immediately after you hurriedly kissed him, he said, “She cannot find out, okay?”

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Dating Jungkook would be...
  • itd probably be alot like best friends but with kissing and couple-y stuff
  • gets pouty if you ignore him to do work
  • but he gets over stuff really quick unless you’re actually mad lmao
  • fights happen not often but also it’s not rare either
  • sometimes he’s been stuck in the dance studio all day trying to get a choreo down and comes home grumpy
  • thus leading to two grumpy people in one room
  • you usually make up like an hour later tho its cool
  • there are days when he’s soft and needs love and will cuddle you until you die and days when it’s endless banter
  • he would be one to go “oh my god bECKY THOSE SHOES WITH THAT DRESS N O” and then get smacked by you
  • “says the one who only wears the same pair of timberlands everyday”
  • he is shooketh
  • you would thrive off each other’s presence tho??
  • it wouldn’t matter if y'all are throwing insults back and forth you’ll still be smiling like idiots in love
  • crazy in love ahahshdhsbsjfjx
  • when he sings a song you know in the shower you’ll join in and soon you have 5 noise complaints mostly of “stop having shower duets im trying to eat dinner in peace thanks”
  • it doesn’t matter whether youve never heard of something he likes before bc soon he’ll make you obsessed
  • and its the same the other way around
  • hes probably stolen your hoodie when you were gone bc he missed you
  • theyre not aesthetic pictures but they’re cute lmao
  • it could be you on the floor laughing your ass off and then him doing that full body laugh
  • thats honestly so cute someone slaughter me
  • 80% of your dates are food
  • at this point I’m pretty sure your wedding invitation will be something like “you’re cordially invited to jeon y/n, jeon jungkook and food’s wedding”
  • idk how wedding invitations work sorry
  • alot of cursing
  • unless you don’t curse
  • yall will be playing overwatch and all your neighbors will hear is “oh fuck oh shit what the hell fuck you you bitch”
  • gives the best????? hugs????
  • will smother you in his arms and kiss your head and it’s really cute ok
  • is always rocking the boyfriend look
  • he doesn’t get really jealous alot it’s mostly just playful “why did you talk to jimin so much? im your bf aren’t I?”
  • he will steal all the blankets from you
  • sometimes you get pissed bc he’s so good at everything
  • “what the fuck stop finishing my art piece”
  • “i cAnt hELp iT”
  • will refuse to kill the spiders for you
  • okay he will eventually but then he’ll wave it in front of your face afterwards
  • he pranks you alot too
  • to the point where you’ve come accustomed to getting water dumped on you and shitting your pants everytime he scares you
  • when he first started tho if you cried he would feel really bad
  • if you cry for anything at anytime he will feel bad
  • even if he’s on the other side of the world and it’s about a tv show
  • this baby just loves you alot
  • facetimes you while he’s eating just to make you hungry and annoy you
  • pinches your cheeks alot and squishes your face lmao
  • probably will take pictures of your squished face
  • he is a baby but also calls you his baby
  • like he won’t come up with those cheesy sappy nicknames “my pumpkin cheesecake egg baby yolk remote control love”
  • he’ll just call you babe or smth simple like that
  • nothing is simple with this boy he’ll throw your heart into the sun bye
  • he will die for you
  • but hes not gonna get the remote control for you 
  • what is it with me and remote controllers ugh
  • we know kooks is good at drawing 
  • why is he so talented i wanna stab him i love him
  • he’ll probably be doodling and then force you to draw something on it
  • it can be a stickman or a simple dot or heart whatever he’ll cherish it
  • knowing him, he’ll be extra and make it the focus point of the entire piece
  • he’s a sweet baby pls take care of him
  • squish his cheeks daily and take care of him and pamper him all the time
  • he likes taking care of you but he is also the maknae of bangtan so you gotta become his mother for a lil 
  • he also really annoys you when he comes home at 2 and starts making ramen bc hes hungry and too lazy to make anything else 
  • you stumble out into the kitchen and start grumbling at him
  • rinse and repeat every few months or smth
  • it doesnt happen often bc he knows youll be pissed
  • you guys are p blunt with each other
  • he is the biggest fan of you
  • i mentioned that already didnt i
  • nah i didnt maybe i did and missed it idk sorry if i did
  • hes the most extra bitch when he wakes you up
  • plays bangtan songs in your ear while shaking you and screaming
  • if you get grumpy and pry the phone away to turn off the music he’ll resort to something softer
  • jk lmao who do you think he is 
  • will kiss your face with slobbery nasty kisses until you roll out of bed
  • literally
  • you just plop on the floor 
  • your relationship is a real like version of 
  • *pulls back shower curtain while wife/hubby is in the shower* are we- stop screaming- (insert problem or stupid comment of choice)
  • iconic
  • if you turn down a snack he’s offering you he gets real worried in about 0.001 seconds
  • “what why are you eating enough whats wrong youre not mad right you know i love you so why arent you eating you should be healthy and happy and chubby and cute wHY ARENT YOU EATING”
  • whoa this is almost a 1000 words i told myself i’d go to 900 jfc
  • i think im overusing the strikeout option too much
  • peanut shut up oh my god
  • he will buy you stuff randomly
  • like its not too often but he’ll buy you stuff if he finds you looking at something longingly for a while or you keep looking at the same things on amazon idk
  • okay im gonna wrap this up real quick 
  • oh also he’s talk you into getting a dog who he’ll love more than you
  • but yes you two are the cutest couple and professor trelawney said you’ll be happy for eternity together

(A/N): thanK TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED!! also i cant see the gif i put at the end??? idk man -peanut

anonymous asked:

I love your writing so much! Here's a prompt if you want it: in Dreamland after Scully handcuffs Fletcher to the bed she tells Mulder about it when they're sitting in the car talking

Tagging @today-in-fic and @fictober

“What convinced you finally?” They’re sitting in the car, Mulder and Scully, like they’re the only two people here in this murky parking lot. Mulder, with the face of Morris Fletcher, eyes Scully and she stares right back. She’s never been interested in looks. It’s what’s inside that counts, she reminds herself, and the man inside is Mulder. The grin, though, is not Mulder. The inflection of this man’s voice is a strange, obscure sound in her ear. She can’t read his expression, doesn’t know what the twitch in his cheek means. The light is dim, shady, and if she blinks, squints her eyes, can she pretend this is her Mulder? She tries, but the face remains the same; the one she doesn’t want to see.

“Scully?” It doesn’t sound the same. A nuisance at first, a tease on his part, she is certain, when he started calling her Scully. Not Agent Scully or Dana. Scully. She crinkles her nose remembering Morris Fletcher, inhabiting Mulder’s body, saying her name.

“I was just – this is so strange, Mulder.”

“Tell me about it.” He huffs, his eyes intent on hers. Scully briefly wonders if she looks different to him, looking through different eyes. “So, tell me. What did I – what did he do – that made you believe me?”

“You don’t want to know.” She mumbles no longer looking at him, instead playing with a loose thread on her jacket.

“I may not want to know, but I need to know. Please, Scully.” She lifts her head. She They have a history of this, don’t they. Eddie van Blundth slips into her mind. As intrusively and unwelcome as when he came to her apartment back then. A big fat smile on his face. Only that it wasn’t his face. It was Mulder’s face. She’d almost fallen for it again this time, let herself be fooled again. The mere idea of switched bodies so improbable that a completely out of character Mulder made more sense to her. More sense than her own feelings and her intuition. She doubted herself; she doubted Mulder, too.

“You – he – is quite popular at the moment. He’s been entertaining… new friends.”

“As in…”


“Scully, I hope you know that-” She shakes her head, stops him.

“I know, Mulder. That’s one of the things that made me realize something wasn’t right.”

“Just one? Scully, you have to tell me.”

“You – he,” Scully, frustrated, corrects herself, “invited me over to your place.”

“What did he do?” Scully may not know Morris Fletcher intimately, or well at all, but she detects the darkness in that question. There’s a hint of fear, too. That’s all Mulder.

“Nothing happened, Mulder. I stopped him. I knew he wasn’t you. Without going into too much detail, I, well, I tied him to the bedpost. With handcuffs.” She is proud of herself for that move, she can’t deny it.

“You did what? Since when do I even have a bedpost?”

“Morris spruced up your bedroom, Mulder. You’ve got a bed now,” she tells him and can’t contain the smile, “a waterbed, in fact. Oh, and a nice mirror over your bed.”

“Please tell me you’re kidding.” Mulder groans.

“Sorry, Mulder. At least you’ll be able to sleep in a bed from now on.”

“That implies you have an idea on how to get me back into my own body.” Scully glances at him. She doesn’t have an idea. None. This should never have happened. What is she going to do if Mulder remains in this man’s body? The wedding ring on his finger glints. If they don’t find a solution… she won’t allow herself to even think it.

“Whatever happened, Mulder, is an improbability.”

“That didn’t stop it from happening, Scully.” She nods miserably.

“I hope the Gunmen can help us. If not…” Mulder reaches over and takes her hand. She startles and gasps. She should have kissed him, she thinks, and the thought surprises her even more than the unknown touch. When they returned from Antarctica, feelings as raw as their skin, she should have just kissed him. She wanted to. Wants to now. Scully turns to him, wonders if the surprise on her face is apparent. With Mulder, her Mulder, she would have been able to tell. She aches for his face, longs to touch his cheek, and lose herself in his eyes. She’s never much cared about Mulder’s effortless good looks; they are not what make him who he is. But she misses it; misses what she’s grown to know and love.

“There’s got to be a way, Scully. It happened once, right? There’s got to be a good chance it can happen again.” She’s not going to tell him about statistics. Not that she knows any numbers for unlikely occurrences like this. He once called her his one in five billion. So unlikely. So what if… what if. 

“Hey, don’t give up on me yet, Scully.“ 

"I’m not, Mulder. I promise, I’m not.”

“But there’s something on your mind. Sunflower seed for your thoughts?” He offers her a handful but she shakes her head. 

“I miss your voice, Mulder.” She admits and stares at his hand. He puts a seed in his mouth, cracks it. The sound is the same as always, should be familiar, but it’s not. 

“Do I not talk? I mean Fletcher.”

“Not like you do." 

"I promise you that as soon as I’m back to myself, I’ll talk your ear off. I can recite sonnets or do you want me to sing you a song? What would you like to hear?” She wants him to tell her again how he makes her a whole person. How they’re in this together. That he needs her. She wants to hear him say Scully in a whisper, a moan, a prayer.

“Just anything, Mulder.” She answers him instead. 

“Anything? So if I wanted to talk to you about let’s say handcuffing people to bedposts…” Scully laughs and desperate tears tickle her throat.

“If we make it out of this, Mulder, I’ll not only talk to you about it, I’ll show you. Now go back inside so I can find a way to get the real you back.”

RYAN. 2.

a/n: this is so super hella short, but just something to get my flow going….. sorry to disappoint. ily billies<33333333

“Guess who asked for your number in class today,” Annie bursts through the front door of your shared two-bedroom house on campus.

You sit up in the love seat that you were sprawled out on, and give her your full attention, thinking maybe it’s Ryan—but Ryan doesn’t even go to University, so it couldn’t possibly be him. You reply a quiet “who?” trying not to sound too disappointed.

Derek.” She states excitedly, but now you’re confused. Derek is her boy, why is he asking for your number?

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Baby Daddies

Requested: idk why but i’m having some serious baby fever. could you something with a character(s) of your choosing with kids that’s super fluffy and amazing like the rest of your writing?

(you have two children with two different baby daddies lol bye) 

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Issac Lahey x Reader 

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Bang, Bang

Darkstache fic, angst, hurt/comfort, guilt, mental breakdowns. (This is also posted on my AO3).

October 13th: the day Mark took everything from them. It’s been a long time, but they’re still struggling to live with the aftermath of what happened.

@mayor-damien-protection-squad (thought I’d tag you here since I’ve seen that you do encourage being tagged in this kind of thing. I hope you don’t mind.)

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Hvitserk Marathon #6

Request:  Oooh babe I have an idea for an imagine you and hvitserk or ubbe are together you are one of the best shield maidens they have and he tells you that your not allowed to go on the next raid and you give him the silent treatment and he realizes he can’t have you ignore him because he feels like he’s going crazy sorry if it’s so long and descriptive thanks babes

Warnings: It’s rather cute
Words: 1859

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You reflexed your axe into the sunlight cracking through the wood of the blacksmith his work space, your brother. The runes on the metal glistered under the sun, prepping a smile on your lips as you pushed the edge of it down again to sharpen it. It was one of the places you were way to often before an upcoming raid. Just as it was his favorite place to. You didn’t looked up when you heard the familiar dragging of his body, you only enjoyed the sound of the contact your axe made while sharpening.
‘Y/n, what are you doing here?’ He asked you surprised, you could hear from miles away when he wasn’t general about it.
‘Never go to battle with an axe that isn’t sharpen.’ You replied, turning your body a little around to look at him.
‘Ah,’ Ivar nodded, rolling his jaw to suppress the smile that was trying to get on his face. ‘So you didn’t heard then?’ He asked just as you turned back.
‘You know I catch all your lies right?’
‘It doesn’t involve lying.’ He protested. You signed, turning around to him. He had his head titled, with that mock on his lips that often irritated you.
‘Spill.’ You gestured.
‘Did Hvitserk talked with you, about the raid?’ He asked with small squeezed eyes. You frowned, shaking your head. ‘You better do.’ Ivar chuckled, pulling his axe from out of his belt. ‘A certain ear caught a conversation between him and Björn in which they negotiated you not coming.’ He followed, turning his blue distinct eyes down to his axe.
‘Hvitserk doesn’t want me to come?’ You asked breathless.
‘You ask him yourself, he is eating dinner, like usual.’ The dark tug in his lips got lost in the way you walked out of that blacksmith, lips pressed together, eyes locked on the great hall. You weren’t just a shield maiden, you were the finest and the best. If he thought a relationship would get him on bossing you around he was wrong.

He was eating, like usual. You normally could adore his way around food or the fact how happy it made him but now you even ignored the boyish grin on his face when you walked it. At least Ubbe understood your look because he changed a fast look with Hvitserk.
‘A certain ear caught words that I can’t go on the next raid.’ You came straight to the point. His food got stuck, causing his to cough as he looked at you.
‘Ivar.’ He reacted as he got his cough under control.
‘And here I thought you would deny it.’ You smiled, hardly with any emotions really. Ubbe, wisely as he was, walked away from the table. Hvitserk got up from the table, wiping his mouth before coming around, sitting on the edge while pulling your closer at your hand. You let him.
‘I don’t want you to come.’ He stated honestly. Your jaws tensed on each other, not giving a crimp while his hands run over your arms before cupping your face. ‘I don’t want to find the one I love dead on a battlefield.’ He whispered, messing it even more up.
‘I’m the best shield maiden you have.’ You just stated, giving him a chance to make it right again.
‘And I want to lose you. Y/n, you understand?’
‘Totally.’ You faked with a smile, laying your hand on his before kissing him. You felt his fingers around your waist, following the curve of your ass before he pulled back.
‘Thanks for understanding.’ He smiled, generally in love. You petted his cheek before turning around and walking out.
‘You are so deep in trouble brother.’ You heard Ubbe chuckled, at least somebody understood. You were a born fighter, you always fought and now all the sudden you couldn’t? Because Hvitserk loved you … how much would he love your silence?

He sneaked in late at night, trying to get you awake by kissing your warm skin but you just ignored the innocent act until he fall asleep. When he woke up you were already long gone, practicing on the training ground in the forest. 
‘How did you took it?’ Ivar asked amused when he arrived. You pulled the string back, hitting a deer head right between the eyes. ‘Not good.’
‘I won’t say a word to him until he lets me come.’ You stated, looking aside to Ivar.
‘You know he will go crazy right? Before even realizing his fault?’ Ivar asked.
‘That is the plan.’ You muttered, taking another arrow, placing it on the bow.
‘I like you Y/n, if you ever grow sick of him you can always turn to me.’
‘Well,’ you stopped your own words, turning with the bow until your eyes fell on Hvitserk and Ubbe, joking while walking over. You took a deep breath, pulling the string back before aiming, hitting the tree just aside him. Hvitserk startled and the only sound around you was Ivar his laugh.
‘You weren’t there this morning.’ Hvitserk started. You tilted your head, crossing your arms while looking at him. ‘You are angry.’ He guessed.
‘You think you are good around woman by having such high standard but isn’t she a little too good for you?’ Ivar joked, ducking for the twig that got his way. He totally had his fun with it. You turned around, grabbing another arrow and getting back to your training.
‘Y/n, tell me.’ Hvitserk insisted, blocking your view from the deer. If he really was thinking you would shoot he was wrong. You pulled the string back, giving him a challenging look, he jumped aside before it could hit him. ‘You are that angry that you rather have me dead?’ He asked out of the blew.
‘I think she is proving a point brother.’
‘You shut up!’ Hvitserk snapped towards his younger brother. You couldn’t suppress the little smile on your lips, seeing how much it already irritated him that you didn’t say a word. ‘Fine, if you want to play it this way.’ Hvitserk started, pulling out his sword.
‘Be wise brother.’ Ubbe warned him. You gave the bow to Ivar and he gave you an sword instead. You already fought Hvitserk in countless ways, he didn’t won that often. He should know how good you where, he should be the one staying home, not you. You turned the sword two times around your wrist before setting your attention to him. You smiled, not the kind way, the promising way of winning this came.
‘Don’t think you can impress me.’ He smiled charming. You didn’t answer and he attacked. Your feet work went fluent, douching his attack with a fine line between defending and attacking back. For the first time you gave him the hints of the killer you could be, cutting him in his upper arm before swiftly tackling him down to the ground in les then five minutes. You pinched your sword to his throat, giving him a sweet smile yourself. ‘I’m sorry!’ He signed, losing the sword to surrender. ‘I offended your by saying you weren’t good enough, I’m sorry.’ He explained. You pulled the sword back and he got up, tilting hi head. ‘Forgive me?’ He asked sweet, out of breath. You gave the sword back to Ivar before leaving the trainings ground. ‘Y/n!’ He yelled after you but just as before he got only silence in return.

After that there wasn’t anything stopping him from trying to getting you to talk. He helped your parents with stocking hay the day after in the hope you would talk directly to him, which you never did. The day after that he tried on getting you somewhere you knew you liked it, the hunting cabin. There were a lot of vivid memories in that cabin that made you warm only by thinking. But you just went on with your work. You were in your brother his blacksmith when he found you the third day.
‘Here you are.’ He greeted you, totally normal. You turned your head to look at him but didn’t react. He grunted, strangling his fingers through his hair, almost pulling it out. ‘Please Y/n, how do I get you to talking to me again.’ He was almost begging. You studied his face as he came to stand before you. ‘I can’t handle this anymore, I said I was sorry a hundred times over. Please talk, I will do everything you ask.’ He promised. Your eyebrow cocked up … everything?
‘Normally it would feel better now, I made a few adjustments.’ Your brother started, walking from a little shed into the blacksmith. ‘Hvitserk.’ He greeted your lover. Hvitserk only signed, letting his head fall forward as you turned to your brother.
‘Thank you.’
‘Be careful.’ He warned you.
‘I will.’ You winked. You walked out, slowing your steps as you heard Hvitserk.
‘How do I get her to talk against me again?’ He asked your brother desperately.
‘Give her what she wants.’ You brother answered and you smiled, walking back home.

That evening you were invited to eat in the great hall, a really good meal with a lot of ale. Hvitserk was always watching you from the other side.
‘Still not talking to each other?’ Ubbe guessed.
‘I do plenty talking, she just doesn’t answer.’ Hvitserk muttered angry. You grew rather amused of the matter, knowing this would be the only lesson you would have to give him. After three days you longed on talking to him again, but you were just the more stubborn party. He looked at you, waiting for reaction before he slammed his mock down on the table. ‘You are driving me crazy.’ He threw out, frustrated. Ubbe frowned his eyebrows, rather amused and Ivar … well he had a lot of fun on the matter. ‘You can come.’ He gave in. A slow smile got on your lips while tilting your head.
‘Wasn’t that hard right?’ You asked him. He looked at you, mouth hanging half open.
‘Seriously, this was all I had to do?’
‘If you think you can make my choices than you are wrong Hvitserk.’
‘You just had to say it to me!’ He flew out, relieved, confused.
‘I did. You just don’t read woman that well.’
‘She did.’ Ivar supported you amused. You both gave him an angry glare.
‘Don’t make my choices, I’m a better fighter then you, you don’t get a say in how I die.’ You stated. Hvitserk grabbed his cup an drank it empty in one time. ‘But it’s cute seeing all the effort of past days.’ You bite your lip.
‘How can I still love you.’
‘Because I’m the best there is.’
‘If you die on me I kill you all over in Valhalla.’
‘If I die, we better make the best of it before then.’ You wiggled your eyebrows. He gazed at you before jumping from his seat. You smiled, getting up and giving jealous Ivar a seductive smile. ‘Enjoy my friends.’ You winked to them before following Hvitserk outside, feeling the greedy fingers around your body as if he missed your for weeks. Cute.

Formal Affair

A 13 Nights Of Halloween Story

Prompt #13 Domestic- Masquerade Ball
Featuring Finn Balor (guest starring Cody Rhodes)
Requested by @geekoftv
Rated: M-Smut
Word Count- 3500+ (it’s a long one. sorry)

A/N: And so it begins! Welcome everyone to my 13 Nights of Halloween. This was the first one I started on and it’s the first one up. I hope everyone is ready for a spooky, sexy, and exciting Halloween. @geekoftv asked me originally for a very specific prompt and I twisted it into this, so I hope you like this and it’s close to what you were originally wanting Are the tags are all working for everyone? Let’s pray that I proof read this well.

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“I don’t want to go.” I grumbled into the phone.

“Come on, Cupcake.” My best friend Cody Rhodes pleaded with me on the other line. “It’s a ball, a company event even, you have to make at least an appearance. I’d hate for you to suffer any consequences if you missed out.”

I sighed, “Code, look, this whole charity ball thing was something I was supposed to have a date to. My date and I just broke up.”

“Yes, I know, (Y/N). But do you really think the big wigs are going to care about that? Please, promise me you’ll still go?”

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Title: Squish

Fandom: Sander Sides

Pairing(s): Logicality

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 2564

Warning(s): Weight Mention

Tag List: @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

Finally finished @lamp-calm-sanders fic, so sorry it took so long (I say knowing full well this is sadly the shortest amount of time it has ever taken me to write a fic, I am so sorry) (also spent like and hour trying to fix this because tumblr hates the copy paste option)  


Logan hadn’t always felt bad about his body. Logan hadn’t always looked at his chub with disdain or fantasized what it would be like to be skinny, he hadn’t always wondered what it would be like to not be fat. God, he hated that word, he hated it’s definition, the connotations it brought when he said it, he even hated the ugly way it seemed to roll off his tongue. But he hated that he hated his body even more. He knew he wasn’t unhealthy (He encouraged Thomas to eat healthily often and Logan was not much of a hypocrite) it was just how his body metabolized food and he understood that. He knew the other three loved him and his body but he still couldn’t stop the negativity he felt when he thought about it.

Like he said though, he hadn’t always hated his size, for most of his life the thoughts never dared cross his mind. He wasn’t really sure when they had started, when Thomas was younger he hadn’t minded his size, if anything he liked his body. And he knew the other sides had no problem. Roman didn’t really care, he could playfully quip with Logan no matter how skinny or fat he was. Virgil liked to act like it didn’t bother him but he secretly loved the comfort that came with Logan’s hugs that wouldn’t have felt the same if Logan were any skinnier (he had always taken pride in being the only one besides Patton who could calm the anxious trait down.) And Patton, of course, loved Logan’s size, when they were younger Patton would always gush about how adorable Logan was, calling Logan his favorite “squish.”

Squish (adj)- a way of describing someone who is smol (see card 37), loveable, and sometimes even physically squishy.

Logan pretended he thought it was annoying but he secretly loved the endearing nickname. A warm fuzzy feeling would erupt in his chest whenever Patton said it, his heart would swell and his cheeks would turn bright red (when he was older and could understand emotions better he defined this feeling as happiness.)

Happiness (n)- the state of feeling happy (showing or feeling pleasure/contentment)

But that all changed during Thomas’s teenage years. It had started off small, Thomas would watch a movie with his friends, the coined “fat kid” was always the butt of the jokes. Logan had brushed it off at the time, high school children were often harsh for the sake of it, there was nothing wrong with him, the cruelties of high school were to blame. Then Thomas’s chubbier friends would get picked on at school, Logan once again would brush it off as useless teenage bullying but now there was an inkling of doubt (what if they were right? What if he was the wrong one here, what if they were right) Then social media began to take off and everywhere Logan would people just like him endlessly picked on for no other reason than how big they were. They were accused of being lazy, fat, disgusting, unhygienic, unmotivated, wrong, bad, wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong

After careful data analysis and consideration Logan finally concluded that being fat was bad. If so many people hated it (hated him) then statistically it must be true. Fat was wrong, he was wrong.

If Logan was younger he would have talked to Patton or Virgil about it. He would have crawled in their beds and cried his feelings away until he felt better. He could’ve sobbed into Patton’s chest and laid his insecurities out as they cuddled in his bed. He could have leaned on Virgil’s shoulder as they watched rain trickle down the their windows, just enjoying the quiet content of it all. 

But it was too late for that, they had grown distant as Thomas had gotten older. Virgil was much more controlling during high school, he knew all the horrible things kids in school could do and he just wanted to protect Thomas from it all. But the other sides never thought that was the right way approach to high school and soon it became a constant war of Virgil vs. everyone else. So it hadn’t really surprised Logan when the other’s bickering had grown so tiresome for the anxious side that he had decided he was done with it all and retired to his room. Patton had been upset at first but Virgil could still do his job and he came out eat when he needed to so eventually Patton relented. By the time Thomas started making vines Logan had only seen Virgil a handful of times.

And Logan, too, had become more distant, Patton and Roman were too emotional most of the time (this was when he missed his left brain bro… the name was Virgil’s suggestion) and he did not have the time or energy to deal with them. He and Roman started disagreeing more often, Roman’s outlandish ideas sometimes overpowering any logical thought. Patton, of course, tried to bond with him every once in awhile but each time Logan would brush it off, so yeah, Logan was not in any position to ask any of them for help.

So he dealt on his own, and he was good at it. He learned to bottle his emotions up into this tiny spot in his chest and never touch them again. Using that method he could cope with all his issues without any negative connotations for Thomas. He was fine.

Until he wasn’t.


“This one’s for you Patton!” Thomas exclaimed, phone in hand. It was a late Tuesday night and they had yet again been subjected to Sides Q&A. “What’s your favorite cartoon?”

“Ooh! It’s so hard to choose,”&#157; Patton gushed. “But if I have to choose I’d saaaaaay, Steven Universe but Legend of Korra is always a close second.”&#157; Patton said with a grin. It’d been a bad day for Logan, nothing particular had happened it was just one of those really bad days where the mirrors seemed to distort his image until he felt like he was looking at an ugly monster. It was one of those day where he didn’t want anyone to see him, it made him feel open and vulnerable and he couldn’t deal with that right now. Â It was just one of those days where he just wanted to lay in his bed and hide under the covers until the sun went away. But life was never exactly kind to Logan when exactly kind when he wanted it to be.

“Virgil, in your opinion, who gives the best hugs?”&#157; Thomas queried, breaking Logan from his train of thought.

“I don’t really have many options considering Patton’s the only one who hugs me but I guess I’d say Patton,” Virgil said, bitterness from his years of exclusion leaking through. Pain pierced through Logan’s heart, he used to be Virgil’s favorite hugger.

Longing (n)- a yearning desire for what once was or what could be

“I will make an effort in the future to engage in more comforting physical contact.”&#157; Logan managed to squeeze out of his chest, stoic as ever, determined to hide the swell of emotions threatening to break the surface.

“As will I!”&#157; Roman declared. “I shall become the best hugger you have ever seen Virgil dear.”&#157; Virgil rolled his eyes but everyone could see the light blush that dusted his cheeks.

“Ah! Here’s another one for Logan,”&#157; Thomas interrupted. “What’s your favorite vocabulary card?”&#157; The interests of the other three perked up. It seemed like Logan had hundreds of cards and they’d only seen a handful.

”There are many that I’ve grown fond of but at this time my favorite is Extra.”&#157; Logan replied, flipping the card out from his back pocket.

Extra (adj)- Someone who is over the top, flamboyant or dramatic when it is not necessary

“It was not only one of the easier ones to learn but it is also an adequate insult for Roman.”&#157; He said with a mischievous smirk. Roman feigned an affronted gasp.

“I’ll let you know,”&#157; He cried, hand over his heart “I take that as a compliment.” He said dramatically and sniffled.

“See, case in point. You are extra.”&#157; Logan said, pointing at him, earning a chuckle from Virgil and another gasp from Roman. Thomas chuckled but pulled up another ask.

“This one’s for all of you,”&#157; He said. “Who do you all think is the hottest?”&#157; Immediately, they all jumped in, putting in their thoughts.

“Noooo, I can’t choose we’re all beautiful.”&#157; Patton said in distress eyes bouncing to all of them wildly.

“Oh it’s me of course,”&#157; Roman said gallantly, striking a pose.

“Why are you forcing us to choose who is what society expects to be ‘hot?’&#157;”Virgil asked, shaking his head. 

“I hate to say it, but I do agree with Roman,”&#157; Logan spoke up and everyone paused to stare at him, even Thomas, Logan rarely agreed with Roman, much less on frivolous things such as this. “While you all are beautiful in your own way, Roman is the only one who fits the societal version of a hot version and actively tries to maintain this image.”&#157; No one spoke for a moment, the air tense and uncomfortable. Everyone was staring at Logan like he’d just grown two more heads, he looked away, not used to so much attention on him at once. Finally, Patton broke the silence.

“You mean, we are all beautiful, you forgot yourself.” He whispered and Logan tensed, Patton was the type of person who just sort of knew when someone wasn’t feeling like themselves and Logan didn’t want Patton to know right now.

Intuition (n)- the ability to understand something immediately, without the need for conscious reasoning

“Yes, yes, of course, merely a slip of the tongue,”&#157; Logan lied, his fingers tapping on his wrist to the beat of his nervous heart rate. “However, this question was shallow and I’d prefer not to take part in ones like these again, therefore I shall be going. Goodbye everyone.”&#157; He sunk out as quick as he could, he could hear the others saying their goodbyes and following behind him as he willed all his strength into not sprinting into his room and collapsing into his bed.

“Hey, Logan,”&#157; Virgil mumbled from behind, managing to catch him in the commons. “Umm.. sleep well.”&#157; He said, smiling softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. It may not have seemed like much but Logan knew it was so much more, when he was ready he would go to Virgil and finally talk about what was bothering him but he wasn’t ready yet and Virgil understood that.

With that comforting thought, he finally made it into his room and collapsed on the bed, the metaphorical damn breaking as his chest seemed to cleave in two, silent tears leaking out as he curled in on himself, bringing his knees to his chest. But he surprisingly didn’t feel particularly bad, there wasn’t any of the usual uncomfortable ball of sadness weighing on his chest, instead there was nothing. But he didn’t feel good either. It wasn’t like the weight had been lifted, it seemed more like a pleasant numbing. If he was being honest, he didn’t really feel anything at all.

He could deal with that, not feeling was fine, Logan was perfectly okay with not feeling. It probably wasn’t healthy but it was something different from the aches that usually plagued him everyday and Logan could use every break he could get. Patton, on the other hand, was not fine with that and chose a very poor time to barge into Logan’s room.

“Hey, kiddo, I noticed you were feeling down earlier and wanted to know if-”&#157; Patton paused, noticing the strange emptiness of the room. “Logan?”&#157; Logan didn’t move, laying still in his void of nothingness, he wanted Patton to go away and take all his feelings with him, Logan did not need them right now, he couldn’t breathe when they were there and needed them to leave.

“Oh honey,”&#157; Patton cooed and hurried over to the bed to sit next to Logan, his hand resting soothingly on Logan’s knee. “Is this about the Q&A question earlier?”&#157; Logan hesitantly nodded numbly, staring right past Patton. It was useless lying to Patton, he’d pester Logan until he confessed if he didn’t.

“I-I was not feeling my best.”&#157; He managed to mumble, the salty sensation of his tears shocking him closer to reality.

“Why?” Patton asked softly.

“It.. reminded me that I-I do not have a.. d-desirable body type.”&#157; He said slowly and Patton frowned.

“Is it because you’re chubbier than us?”&#157; Patton asked and Logan nodded again, more tears flowing as a silent sob wracked through him. Patton frowned and turned to face the crying boy. “You know that your size has nothing to do with your beauty right?” Logan paused.

“B-But it does,”&#157; Logan said earnestly. “I have looked over so much data, and the data shows that fat people are ugly. So I must be ugly… It’s only logical thinking.”&#157; He trailed off at the end, looking away from Patton and focusing on a tiny speck of dust in his covers.

“Can you sit up kiddo? I want to prove you wrong.”&#157; Patton said after a moment, an unidentifiable look in his eyes. Logan frowned but relented, sitting cross legged across from Patton, who smiled and poked his arm.

“See these arms? You may only see flab, but I see that these arms are the same arms that give the best hugs in the mindscape, even Virgil will agree with me on this one.” Patton lightly squeezed his arm and Logan rolled his eyes.

“And this tum?”&#157; Patton lightly pinched a bit of fat around his stomach. “This is the cutest tum I have ever seen. Even if you don’t think so.”&#157; He gave Logan a quick tickle as Logan giggled slightly and squirmed away.

“And you said your body isn’t hot? Well we must be talking about different people because Logan baby those hips do not lie.”&#157; Patton whistled, gaining a small chuckle from Logan. “You are perfect just the way you are Logan, your size is beautiful and just the right size for you. Your size is a part of who you are, you wouldn’t be my favorite squish without it.”&#157; The childhood nickname sent Logan over the edge as he launched himself into Patton’s arms, sobbing as Patton cupped Logan’s head against his shoulder. He let years of anguish and self loathing overflow as he clung to Patton like a frightened child. Patton calmingly shushed him and whispers words of kindness into his ears as they fell back against Logan’s bed, content in each other’s arms.

Logan knew he’d always have bad days. He knew there would be times where he couldn’t stand to look in a mirror. There would be days he’d want to hide away and never let anyone in but he knew Patton and the other sides would always be there for him and in that moment, for Logan, that was enough.

Also, Logan lied, extra was not his favorite vocabulary word.

Squish (adj)- a way of describing someone who is smol (see card 37), loveable, and sometimes even physically squishy. (i.e Logan)

spitblaze  asked:

HEY YO CONGRATS ON THE KICKSTART, sorry I missed it. :/ Anyway, I'm a bit of a beginner game developer, and I super admire the stuff you make. If it's not too much trouble, could I ask for a bit of advice? I'm still in the process of making my first game, but I have ideas for plenty more after that. Should I just continue publishing things under my own name, should I make up a studio name, or should I seek to legally make this a business? Any other advice is super appreciated, too, thank you!!

HI THANKS!!!! I’m glad you dig what I’m doin! 

So a lot of that depends on what you plan on doing with your games in the future. 

If you don’t plan to monetize your games (just release em for free), you can keep doing that under your name, or just create a studio name out of nowhere, either works!

But if you do want to make money from your games, more than likely you’re gonna have to form a business entity (especially if you plan on selling through steam). I don’t know where you live, but in the US (specifically Missouri), I would recommend forming an LLC. It’s not hard at all to form one, and relatively cheap (less than $50 one-time payment). 

You don’t HAVE to come up with a studio name when forming an LLC, it could just be your name with LLC at the end of it. I went with Terrifying Jellyfish because I was already sure of the name, and I wanted something to label all of my work and collabs under. 

If you release on Steam, you may also have to start a separate banking account for your business, so defs talk to your local bank about setting that up if you seriously plan on selling ur games! 

I hope this all helps!

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h2ovanoss fic - pastel!punk! highschool au
warnings: swearing, still shitty humour, a lot of gay stuff
3820 words
part three


“Jonathon!” The music teacher’s voice cut the violinist’s playing, walking up to him as the rest of the room continued in an ugly chorus of sounds. He flinched, the moment he’d been dreading all day creeping up and looming above him in the form of Ms Rathe. Her black eyes watched him carefully as he reluctantly pulled out his assignment, or what was left of it. She could only sigh. “What happened?” She pulled the shredded pages from his hands and looked over them.

He ducked his head. “My cat got a hold of it, Miss. I’m so sorry, she doesn’t usually stray up to my room and I didn’t expect her to get the paper.” His words came out regretfully and he glanced up at her disappointed features, pretending not to notice the curious chocolate orbs that watched from across the room.

She just shook her head. “I’ll email you another copy to print out and I need it on my desk on Monday, Smith. You have had far too long.” He nodded rapidly, eager to be left alone to continue practicing, and push the thought of the work out of his mind. “For your lateness also I want you in here for extra practice at lunch tomorrow.”

His shoulders dropped and head fell back in a silent groan after she turned to walk away. When he lifted his head and rubbed at his face, he locked eyes with the drummer. The boy stared for a few seconds, not caring to look away from Jon stared right back, getting redder and redder by the second.

“Fong! Stop staring off into space and maybe try hitting the drums with those sticks, instead of your knees!” Evan’s eyes widened, darting to the teacher as he stopped tapping the wooden stick against his leg. “I’ll be seeing you here at lunch tomorrow too.” A loud, off tune noise blurted from the woodwind section, Brian dropping his trombone to his knees and bending over to cough violently. The teacher frowned at him. “Just for that awful sound, you can join the both of them.” She swept to the front of the room, ignoring the Irish boy who slowly regained his ability to breathe properly. Little choked out giggles left his lungs in uneven spurts, causing more coughing and less breathing.

Jon let his head fall to the stand in front of him, groaning audibly this time. He heard the drum kit start up, and after another few moments, an extra trombone added to the mix.

He had an hour with Brian and Evan. An hour likely full of torment and teasing and a very red face.

“Jonathon! This class time is for you to play your instrument, not sleep on your stand.”

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anonymous asked:

So what was Brokenstar actually trying to do in this? I feel like i missed his motive? Like what was the point of what he was doing? What did he even do? Sorry, reading the capters is great but I feel like i missed a lot of what Brokenstar was up to

Yeah, I didn’t do super well explaining anything with him. The main thing he wanted was more power, like in the books. He wanted the security of having a lot of people under him that would defend him from even the slightest criticism or rebellious attitude. He murdered his way to the top and forced out anyone who could stand up to him and have the respect of the Clan to possibly sway them against him. 

That’s kinda it, really. Hopefully I’ll do better with Tigerclaw and the other antagonists. 

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry for bothering you but lately I've just been losing interest in BTS and I feel really bad. I like their music right now but I think maybe part of me misses some of their older style? Idek. I just feel sad because I don't want to just stop liking them altogether... Do you have any kind of advice or anything? I'm slightly desperate. And sorry for dumping my problems on you so suddenly but even though we're not mutuals I really like you as a person and wanted to know what your opinion is.

okay i’m not sure if you’re the anon that asked me if i got your message, but this is what i was referring to when i needed time to answer. haha (if not, then forget i said that lol) I recently experienced this with a group I was super into, and I understand feeling bad about it, but there’s really no reason to feel that way! I felt bad too for falling out of love with a group that once made me super happy… and it’s normal I think to feel that way when something doesn’t quite excite you or make you happy like it used to. Our tastes and opinions change all the time and with that, so do our interests, and it’s to be expected. So no reason to feel bad (i had to tell myself this too)! I don’t really have advice, because I wouldn’t want you to force yourself to be into them when you aren’t feeling it. I know fandom has a way with pressuring people to do certain things to feel like a fan, like be super hardcore over the top all the time, and honestly that is really unhealthy thinking. You can go at your own pace and enjoy BTS in the way you need to, whether it’s their new stuff or appreciating their older stuff. They obviously sound completely different than they did years ago, and their style is changing along with our tastes and interests, so I wouldn’t blame anyone for not liking their music, or not feeling a certain way, like they used to. But all of that is okay, and it’s nothing to feel bad over. Be your own kind of fan and enjoy fandom in the way that works best for you! And that’s really all the advice I can give. haha Don’t let anything or anyone pressure you into thinking you have to think a certain way about them, or act a certain way, to be a fan.

anonymous asked:

I'm really new to whump and I love your blog!! I wanna expand a little so I was wondering, what are some really good whump blogs who tag all their stuff? Thanks!!!

Hey there, glad you like the blog! Ok, check out @whumpershaven, @the-wandering-whumper, @whumpgalore, @whumpmyworld, @like-me-a-little-whump, @one-blog-to-whump-them-all, @get-whumped. @justwhumpythings, @killian-whump, @whumpygifs, @cinnamonrollwhump, @no-comfort-without-pain. There’s are a lot of great whump blogs out there though, sorry if I missed anyone! (If anyone wants to add please do.) Welcome to the community anon! :)

Yo don’t forget the Taino people on Columbus Day

  • The were the first people to come in contact with the murderous bastard who enslaved their people and kidnapped their children
  • It’s often assumed the Taino’s were “wiped out” they weren’t
  • Taino/Lokono* people are from Caribbean islands mainly (from my limited knowledge) Cuba, Puerto Rico, and Haiti/Dominican Republic.
  • We as Indigenous people need to remember not to wash away the histories of other Nations not in North America
  • Remember while we all have suffered since Columbus got lost, these people especially in Puerto Rico and Haiti still suffer from American Imperialism

*correction Lokono (who I miss named Arawak previously, and will now change after learning more information) folks from what I am being told are from northern South America & Caribbean isles but are a separate nation from the Tainos. I mixed up very sorry to any Lokono folks who have seen this and been hurt.

*I’ll add more corrections as I learn them

Remember Tainos on Columbus Day


Jon Bernthal @ SLCC 2017