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After you fled, the pirates sent warnings to the other estates that any violence done to the slaves in their possession for what happened here would be answered.

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Hello! Sorry I’ve been inactive for the past week – I’ve been coming home tired and feeling sluggish and I don’t know why ;;v;; I think I should try getting some proper sleep this weekend (usually I only get 3-5 hours a night) ;;v;;

I’ve received recent asks about the Zen Feels Train – please know that it will be updated after the holidays ^o^ Thank you for your interest ♥ I’m also working on some holiday artworks that I hope to finish before the month ends :D ((It’s super fun I hope you guys will like it ^__^))

I’m sorry for letting the messages pile up – I’m trying my best replying privately to some and I’m compiling the others for posting • v •;;; Feel free to resend your ask && tell me if you want a reply right away! I really appreciate all your messages and I’d like to thank you all for taking the time to brighten up my day ♥ ♥ ♥ Please give me a bit more time! Thank you!

The American Burden

And now I see how it has evolved, into a lesser injustice but still an injustice in itself, oppression cloaked in self-serving liberalism. “The White Man’s Burden” slowly turns into “The American burden.” 

(Inspired by those US-centric people who can’t stay their lane) 

For the Filipinos who’d been called names because they want the Filipino voice heard, this is for you guys! Don’t be discouraged to speak up and be heard!

Note: The White Man’s Burden is a poem by Rudyard Kipling. It was used as a propaganda for the U.S. to exploit the Philippines in the 1900s.

“Take up the White Man’s burden, Send forth the best ye breed
  Go bind your sons to exile, to serve your captives’ need;
To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild—
Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child.”

They may call us “a Slavers’ Race”, “Slavery Apologists” or whatever words they let out lightly. Don’t let their words get to you. These are chains they put on us. These are their new labels for “half-devil and half-child.” These are words they use to dominate over us and talk over us with things we know better than they ever can and they ever will. Don’t let them hold you captive. Don’t let them hold you back. Your voice is important. Your voice needs to be heard.

“Take up the White Man’s burden, In patience to abide,
  To veil the threat of terror And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple, An hundred times made plain
  To seek another’s profit, And work another’s gain.”

They may tell you that this is for us, that this is them trying “to seek another’s profit.” But you’ll find it in their words. It was never about us for them. It was never about us trying to find our culture, the very one they’ve robbed us of. At the end of the day, they just clean the hands of White oppressors so they feel better about themselves or they change its course to talk about black people, at the expense of our own voice, our own struggles. When you hear them say it is for the Filipino, don’t believe them. They don’t know an inkling of what we’ve seen, what we’ve lived first hand. They can sympathize but they can never understand. That is why we speak. That is why we stand. Take hold of this. Take hold of what defines a Filipino. This is not meant for their gain. This is for ours, for us to gain a better grasp of our culture and ourselves and further both. This is for the Filipino people.

“Take up the White Man’s burden And reap his old reward:
 The blame of those ye better, The hate of those ye guard—
The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:—
 "Why brought he us from bondage, Our loved Egyptian night?“

They may twist your words, tell you that it is only your bitterness towards the Americans that drives you to speak up, that they are right and you are wrong, that theirs is the way “toward the light.” Don’t let them. You have every right to be bitter. They’ve benefited from America’s exploitation of the Philippines. Let their privilege be known to them. Tell them the dimming light of this country is because of the oppression from America and those centuries worth from colonizers, both foreign (Spain, America, Japan) and Filipino themselves. We know better than they do how the lights go from bad to worse. This is our roof. This is our home. It is us who can find the light to fix our struggles. It is us who can change the lightbulb.

 So speak up. Be heard. We’ve gone unnoticed and unheard for far too long. Let them know who the Filipino people really are. Let them know of our culture, of our struggles, of how tangled our society is. Let us attempt to dismantle them and build them anew, better and stronger. 

Bagyo lang yung mga insulto ng mga kano at lilipas din yan. Pero yung mga bagay na matututunan natin mula sa pakikipag-usap sa kapwa nating Pilipino, tatatak yan sa puso natin habang buhay. 

lolitalady-chan  asked:

Can I get some headcannons for the 2p allies if they had a crush who was s/o thankful for them helping her That she offered to be a slave for them?

2p America:

-He had saved you from some random muggers, and you had immediately thrown yourself into his arms. Once you voiced your offer, he shook his head and told you no. “I’m flattered, doll, but if you really wanna thank me, you can go out on a date with me.” 

2p Canada:

-You clung to him after he had saved you from that drunken pervert, and thanked him profusely. Once you made your offer, his eyes went wide for a second. “I’m not going to make you do that. Hell, I’ll settle for a date.”

2p England:

-He couldn’t believe his luck. He had managed to scare off some catcallers, and now you were in his arms. But he refused your offer almost before you managed to finish your sentence. “Goodness, poppet, there’s no need for that. I’d be perfectly happy if you went out on a date with me.”

2p France:

-Some guys had been following you late one night, and he’d gotten them to stop by wrapping his arm around you. Once you realized and made your offer, he went quiet for a few long moments. “Lapin, as tempting as that is, I don’t need you to do that. Just let me take you home, and you can pay me back by letting me take you out for dinner one night.”

2p Russia:

-He’d certainly made sure that pervert wouldn’t be putting his hands on anyone else, and you were clutching his sleeve between your fingers. You made your proposal, and he pressed his finger to your lips. “Quiet. If you’re going to be mine, then it’ll be as my lover, not my slave.”

2p China:

-You’d been attacked, but China had successfully run them off. You made your offer while clinging to him, and he grinned, but shook his head. “Nah, I don’t want a slave. I’d rather take you out for a little wine and dine.”

chuliemae  asked:

Sorry, I just have to scream this out bUT CAN I JUST SAY THE WAY YOU DRAW THE BSD CHARACTERS (ESPECIALLY CHUUYA) IS SO BEAUTIFUL??? LIKE? WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT KIND OF SKILL? DID YOU SELL YOUR SOUL FOR THAT SKILL? OR DID YOU MAKE A SACRIFICE? WELL ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU AND YOUR ART ALWAYS, THANKS FOR BLESSING US 💖✨✨👏👏👏

the only sacrifice I ever made:

Originally posted by umbrella-kun

on day 7 of Seven’s route

me: “I’m so happy that you’re here. We can be like newly-weds!”

Seven: “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in that.”

me: 

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like i’ve been saying, so many western pocs have begun to appropriate their history and experience onto ours, that of non-westerners, which has thus resulted in the invalidation and erasure of our voices. here were two (of a handful, i am thankful to say) very important threads by america-based pocs that talk about, essentially, as mr. richardson beautifully put it, poc solidarity.

please, especially if you are a western poc, take time to read the threads here and here.