#Black floridans

[ausetkmt]

The Negro Fort (Florida), a story - African American Registry

The Negro Fort (Florida), a story

Arial Drawing

*The Negro Fort is celebrated on November 13, 1814.  Also known as Fort Gadsden and the Prospect Bluff Historic Site, it is located in Franklin County, Florida. 

It was constructed on the Apalachicola River, 6 miles SW of Sumatra, Florida. The British built the site during the War of 1812.   After the British evacuated Florida in 1815, they allowed the members of the disbanded Corps of Colonial Marines to occupy it, deliberately leaving their munitions behind.  Since the British had not named it, Americans started referring to it as Negro Fort. It was destroyed in a river attack by U.S. forces in 1816. 

The Florida panhandle was mostly wilderness before 1814. Its population at the time is unknown, except for isolated reports. Like the rest of Florida, many Native American refugees from the United States merged into a new ethnicity, Seminoles. It provided excellent cover for escaped slaves, who, since they shared a common enemy, got along with the Seminoles fairly well; "over time, a bond developed between escaped Africans and the Seminoles that only increased with time and white pressure for their return."  Some became Black Seminoles. There was "reciprocal respect and affection"; the former slaves, who knew English, served as interpreters.  This predecessor of the Underground Railroad ran south.  

The biggest issue about the area discussed by whites was how to get escaped slaves back or compensation for them and prevent or reduce future escapes. The return of Native Americans was unwanted, and they were soon forcibly removed from Florida as well.   As was customary before railroads, settlement took place first along rivers. The name Apalachicola derives from the Apalachee who settled along it before colonial invasions. Settlement at Prospect Bluff by maroons (escaped slaves and their descendants), Seminoles, and a few Europeans are documented at the end of the eighteenth century.  

When the British withdrew, they deliberately left all their weapons, hoping the locals would use them to defend themselves from the U.S. attempts to re-enslave them, just as African and Native Americans had assisted the British during the American War of Independence.  Some of the Native Americans (Seminoles and Red Stick Creeks) left; they had more options than the escaped slaves because there were Native American communities in Florida they could go to, and no one was looking for them; there was no other community of maroons closer than Angola, Florida. Some remained, along with many of the trained soldiers of the disbanded Corps of Colonial Marines, a British Army regiment of freed slaves. Over the next year, the fort became a growing colony of escaped slaves from Georgia and the Mississippi Territory and became known as the Negro Fort.  

It was the center of North America's largest community of free Blacks before the American Civil War.  The fort, located as it was near the border, was seen by the U.S. as "a beacon of light to restless and rebellious slaves," "a center of hostility and above all a threat to the security of their slaves," "a direct threat to the slave-holding interests rapidly flocking to the newly opened lands in what is today Mississippi and Alabama."  On April 8, 1816, General Andrew Jackson ordered General Gaines to "take care of the situation" because the Fort "ought to be blown up"; it was only fomenting "rapine and plunder," and he should "return the stolen Negros and plunder to their rightful owners." On April 23, he complained to the West Florida military governor, Mauricio de Zúñiga.  

On May 26, 1816, the governor told Jackson that he could not act; Jackson then proceeded with his plans to destroy the Fort.   On July 27, 1816, American forces entered the opening to the fort's powder magazine, igniting an explosion that was heard more than 100 miles away in Pensacola, and destroyed the fort, killing all but 30 of 300 occupants.  It has been called "the single deadliest cannon shot in American history." It was also "the largest battle in history between fugitive slaves and U.S. forces seeking to re-enslave them." The trading post of John Forbes and Company, storekeeper Edward Doyle, was reestablished following the fort's destruction. 

Fort Gadsden was built in 1818 within the former walls of the former Negro Fort.  The site has been known by several other names, including Fort Blount, African Fort, and Fort Apalachicola.  Listed in the National Register of Historic Places, the Prospect Bluff Historic Site is located in the Apalachicola National Forest and is managed by the U.S. Forest Service. The process of memorializing the site began in 1961, when Florida acquired a parcel of 78 acres (32 ha), including the location.

Ownership was later transferred to the federal government and named a National Historic Landmark in 1972.  The site contains an explanatory kiosk with artifacts, a picnic area with a pavilion, grills, and restrooms.  Four historical markers are Fort Gadsden, British Fort Magazine, Steamship Tragedy, and "Millie Francis." There is no marker for the Negro Fort.   

[pastrymechanic]

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘༘ florida wind + troubles

➯ y/n is at a race where she runs into a high school memory she’d like to forget. thankfully ollie comes to her rescue.

➯ very fearful to post my first little writing but i tried my darndest so enjoy or not. constructive criticism is welcome 🌷

➯ warnings: high school bullies but hey we got ollie standing up for y/n!!

the rosso corsa sundress billowed in the soft yet humid miami wind. the peace of being back in beachy paradise felt like she was almost floating on a cloud while she flowed through the familiar paddock, speaking to fans and collecting gifts for ollie.

her sunglasses were pushed up to her head as she slid friendship bracelets onto her wrist, taking photos with fans while simultaneously collecting letters and plushies for her boyfriend. after it seemed most of the fans had been noticed and all important gifts had been placed carefully in her beige tote bag she began the walk back to the ferrari motorhome, passing the jet black mercedes garage as she goes. 

she doesn’t think twice as she passes other paddock goers, walking by two girls waiting near the mercedes motorhome until a familiar italian face pops his head out waving to the girl skipping along her way through the floridan paddock. a simple wave and smile to kimi is given before she continues on until a hand grabs her freckled arm and her journey back is cut short.

a quick squeal and she jumps back, heart thumping through her chest as the sunglasses previously rested atop her head, fall to the sidewalk and she meets the eyes of who stopped her. it felt as if every single high school memory flooded back to her in a second. the insults, the rude looks, the violence for a girl she’d tried to forget.

“y/n? long time no see, finally got to a race, i see.” the girl’s arms crossed over the sky blue dress, one y/n adored with its contrast against the hateful girl’s tan skin. 

“oh, yeah. you know my boyfriend got me paddock passes.” she let out an awkward laugh, twisting the ends of her sunglasses in her hands, desperately trying get this conversation to end faster. why years later did she have to run into her old high school “friend”?

“oh? where is he?” the girl stood behind her blast from the past asked, a matching dress in moss green adorning her body as she smirked at the memory of a girl.

“oh he’s just waiting for me in uhm, ferrari.” she spoke vaguely, trying desperately not to let them in on her private life even more than she already had.

“you don’t have to lie to us, y/n. it’s okay if momma bought the tickets for you.” the girl faked a frown. while y/n let out a deep breath, currently hoping and praying anyone would come pull her away, unfortunately the small curly headed mercedes driver seemed to disappear after a quick greeting from his close friend’s girlfriend.

“listen, i just want to enjoy my day with my boyfriend.” y/n tried to brush off the conversation, gently as the people pleaser she always was and will be.

“oh shut up like you actually have a boyfriend. give it up, if i don’t have one right now then you certainly can’t.” her old friend groaned, her hands dropping down to her sides in exasperation. almost as if she genuinely didn’t believe the girl stood before he once again, but who was she kidding she most definitely didn’t believe y/n.

just as she felt as though it would never end a hand snaked around her waist and the familiar british accent spoke beside her.

“hello amore mio, i was waiting for you.” (my love) y/n could barely turn her head before ollie turned her head for her and gave her a sweet yet short peck she’d never get tired of. 

“oh uhm just got caught up.” she smiled at him, leaning on his shoulder as he looked towards the girls. after years he could read the girl before him like a book and obviously these people were a bother, he just couldn’t figure out how.

“oh? i’m oliver.” he nodded towards the two girls who seemed gobsmacked,  both rushing to speak to their old celebrity crush.

“oh my gosh ollie, i love you so much. i’m an old friend of y/n.” the previously harsh girl put her best smile on her face with a hand extended, promptly ignored by ollie.

“it’s oliver.” ollie corrected and y/n couldn’t help but let a small smile through at his sternness before he whisked her away back to ferrari, her dress twirling making her feel like a less woodsy, more motor oil version of giselle from enchanted.

“do you know i love you?” y/n looked up at the ferrari driver, a genuine smile shone up to him as he smiled back down, his happiness stemming from her sunshine smile.

“and i. love. you.” ollie fit a kiss between each word as they entered his driver’s room before she pulled away with a series of giggles.

“thanks for saving me from my high school bully.” her voice barely above a whisper, as her eyes searched the briton’s face. her eyes filled with memories flashing through them, her mind only brought back to the present by ollie’s voice.

“you’re welcome love, it’s my offical duty as your lovely f1 driver boyfriend.” y/n gave a playful smack to his chest before rolling her eyes at his joking ego. with a small laugh she pulled him back into a hug so tight he thought he might loose his head to her  love before any crash into a barrier. after her hold loosened ollie pulled back with pure love in his eyes before sighing in contentment at the girl before him. her gorgeous eyes staring back at him with her hair slightly tangled from the florida wind. oh how he would protect her from everyone who troubled her. anytime, anywhere.

[deadinthename]

black floridan miku lets go

[supernatural-dreamer]

The Unnatural and Unexpected (Embry Call x Black! Reader)

A/N: Hey you guys! Guess who’s back..back again! I had a few ideas in my head and want to put it out there..I thought about turning this into a series and expanding it further. Leave a comment if I should … as always like, comment and follow… let me know what you think!

This is set during Eclipse around newborn battle. This is tailored for a African American/Black female reader specifically, however all are welcome to read..

~Lauren

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Part 2

Masterlist

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Imagine being Embry’s imprint and tagging along with the wolves to their newborn training session. However, you’re always in for an unexpected surprise when you’re around Bella..

People had a lot of different opinions when it came to you. There was one trait, everyone seemed to agree that you possessed:

You were a skeptic. 

Hell, you didn’t even really believe in the Easter bunny or Santa Claus when you were a kid. Magic? Please. Vampires and wolves, no such thing. 

You should’ve known when your family moved to a sleepy ass town straight out of a mystery novel you would be wrong. Dead ass wrong. When the new girl, Bella, befriended you, normal flew out of the window the same time she did last year.     

She dragged you to La Push after the Cullen’s had left the prior year. It was there you were introduced to Jacob, Quil and Embry. You instantly took a liking to La Push, the boys -and particularly Embry. Unexpectedly, they took a liking to you too. 

From then on, you found yourself gravitating more towards the reservation; the tranquil beaches reminding you of your previous Floridan home. You just felt a connection there that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

She also dragged you to Jacob’s house after HE stopped talking to her. 

It was at this point you honestly had to question what this girl was doing to cause people to run away from her like the plague. I mean it wasn’t just a few, but groups of people seemed to just up and cut off ties with her, seemingly overnight

However, after quickly realizing her propensity for sticking her nose in places she probably shouldn’t, it started to make a little more sense. Though, you would be lying if you said that you weren't a tiny bit curious as to what exactly she stumbled upon. 

A group of people that could secretly shift into giant wolves was not at all  on that list of possibilities. 

You being an imprint to one of those shifters? Never even dreamed about it. 

Although, you weren't too upset at the unexpected revelation this time.

She dragged you to the Cullen’s when they returned a few months ago. Outside of Bella’s tales of her interactions with them, you didn’t really hang around or know much about them. You had a few of the members in your class and one of them as a science lab partner a few months back. They were slightly off and distant at first but after you got to a place of polite conversation, you chalked it up to just shyness. When you found out they were vampires, naturally, you didn’t believe her– until you found out about the wolves.

 Suddenly, their isolation and behavior made sense. After that, you never really looked at them the same.

Knowing both vampires and shifters even existed in itself was a shock.  Learning about their sheer abilities was slightly terrifying. You’d be lying if you said being around them didn’t make you feel a little more..vulnerable. Although Bella felt differently, you didn’t like that if things went left for whatever reason, you could be snapped into two with zero hesitation. The only way you could gain any control over this is by immersing yourself into the world of the supernatural at your pace. 

It is why when Embry told you you were his imprint, as much as you liked him, you still kept a little distance. Him and the pack understood- never pushing you past your comfort level. Although Emily, and the other imprints at times, playing referee before things ever got out of control, have a major hand in that you suspect.

Since you lived in Forks, Embry and the pack were away during the day, unless you came to the reservation. You were the only outsider, aside from Bella, that knew both of their secrets. So when she fucked around and found out with Victoria and a newborn broke into your house–you found yourself spending more time at the Cullen's house. Or more accurately, dragged there.

The first few times, it was a little awkward. But after a few visits, they actually started warming up to you and vice versa. Alice gossiped with you from day one–asking you questions about your hair and even complimenting your appearance. You shot the breeze with Emmett about sports. Hell, even Rosalie had warmed up to you a little, much to yours and Bella’s shock. By your third visit, they cooked you dinner.

You had to admit a three hundred-something year old vampire making a pasta dinner from an old ass cookbook was a pretty amusing site. They were actually pretty damn good cooks too.

Embry and the pack were not happy about this, but he knew better than to try and tell you what to do. With all of the newborn activity, there was only so much he could do. He took some solace with the fact others were looking out for you when he was not around. It would be a cold day in hell before he let his pride keep you from being safe--even if it meant dealing with his sworn enemies. Besides, the more comfortable you had gotten around the Cullen's, the closer you got to him and the pack: A bonus in his eyes.

 Regardless of your apprehensions, nothing could be solved if you buried your head in the sand and pretended none of this existed. Whether you liked it or not, yours and Bella’s fates were intertwined. At the very least, you figured you could keep an eye on her to make sure she didn’t get herself, others or you into deeper trouble --or worse. 

When she asked you to go with her to the field and watch them train, you obliged. Hopping from the backseat of Edward’s volvo, you slammed the door shut behind you. Bella emerged from the passenger side shortly after and fell into step next to you. You parked yourself on the sidelines of the clearing, far enough away from the action, but close enough to see and hear what was going on.

Not too long after, the shifters, in all their glory, emerged from the trees. Two of them split off from the group and headed toward you and Bella. The slightly smaller, slender one sniffed and circled around you.

“I’m fine, Embry.” You affirmed, chuckling softly. He nuzzled his snout into your palm, and let you scratch behind his ears before running off to join the others, Jacob in tow behind him. All you could do was hold your breath and hope they could play nice for a few hours, as Carlisle stepped up and took his place in front of the pack, Edward slightly behind him.

~

To your amazement, it actually went way better than anticipated. You actually chuckled a few times when Emmett pummeled Edward several times and Alice had gotten the upper hand on Rosalie. Even Carlisle had a few tricks up his sleeve. For a centuries old vampire, he had some moves.

Everything was just about to wrap up, when you saw a few of the wolves perking their heads up in alert. When the Cullen’s stopped mid-stride, turning their heads into the clearing, you started to grow concerned. Embry was next to you in an instant, staring at the clearing, slightly growling.. You were about to ask what was going on when Edward finally spoke.

“The pack has heard something in the woods and Sam is asking if we could assist them. I let them know that we will and will be right behind them. In the meantime, we need to get Bella and YN out of here.” He translates, heading toward Bella. As if on cue, the pack  disappears into the woods, Embry the last one behind. Edward looks at him.

“Esme, Jasper and myself will take Bella and YN back to the house. You are more than welcome to stop by there after the coast is clear. She will be safe.” You can hear him snarl slightly beside you, until you console him. 

“I will be okay. I’ll see you after,” you assure him, patting his head for good measure. Somewhat satisfied at your response, he starts off toward the trees.. Embry turns around, takes one last look at you and the Cullen’s now beside you, then disappears into the clearing. It was as if he was saying,  “Take care of her or, I’m coming after you next..”

You didn’t have to be Edward to know that. 

Once the rest of the coven had taken off with Embry, Esme wasted no time directing her sons.

“We need to split them up in case someone decides to tail us. Edward and I are going to take Bella the long way back to the house. You take YN back as fast as you can. We will trail you until about halfway, then diverge into a different direction.” Before you could protest, Edward was already shutting the door to his passenger seat, Bella already inside.

“You’ll be back before you know it. We’ll be right behind you.” She squeezes your hand in reassurance.

Jasper then looks at you for a second, and your rising anxiety dampers for a bit. You chalked it up to his abilities, before he instructed you.

“It will be easier and faster if I can carry you. Keep your eyes closed, count backwards from 100, and hold onto me as tight as you can. Don’t worry about hurting me. Trust me on this one.” He gently touched your arm in comfort, goosebumps left behind in the wake of his touch. 

Japer Whitlock was a man of few words, but when he spoke it was hard not to listen. For whatever reason, you actually believed him. 

As soon as you were in his arms, Jasper was off. Esme, Bella and Edward were right on your tail before they approached a fork in the road, just as Esme said, and veered off into another direction.

~

Bella might have been oblivious to many things but this was not one of them. As soon as Edward got into the car, she questioned him. The green trees surrounding them turning into blurs as they whizzed passed them.

“What was that all about?” Her significant other remains silent as he speeds up slightly, trying to keep Esme’s pace. 

“He looked at her, the way you did with me when we first met..” She trails off in realization. 

“You don’t think..”

“As unorthodox as it sounds, yes. That’s exactly what it is. Alice didn’t even see this coming.” He sighs, stunning her into silence. 

Edward knew exactly how you felt about the life of the supernatural. If he’s being honest, he wants the same type of normalcy for Bella, despite her desires otherwise. He has seen many things in his afterlife that he did not want her to have to go through, if he could help that. It was very rare that he did not know something due to his mind reading abilities or general knowledge.

Yet, the reasoning as to how a shifter’s imprint could also be a blood singer eluded him entirely.

For the second time these past few years, Edward was at a loss. He did not think it was possible. Even Carlisle has never seen something like this in his extensive afterlife.

He is even more at a loss as to how Jasper will break this to you. The one thing that is clear is the more he keeps it a secret, the more danger he’ll put you in. Although he loved his brother, you became his good friend. He hated too see anyone he cared about in unnecessary danger. So, he gave Jasper an ultimatum: he tells you or someone else will.

This was unexpected and unnatural even, but it was the truth nonetheless.

For a human that wanted little to do with the supernatural, you were now going to be at the center of it.

The bitter irony, he thought as he continued dashing through the trees in the seemingly endless forest. 

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[cerastes]

Top five wombs in Arknights??

5. Surtr

Surtr's womb is the perfect tutorial mode to get your feet (and various other limbs and apendages) wet. You'd normally think that one as feisty as Surtr would pose you great duress, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Her womb is in fact much like Jungle Hijinx, the first level of Donkey Kong Country: Smooth, simple, and holds your hand throughout, hoping you learn the tools of the trade so you can challenge bigger, meaner wombs. Surtr's lack of lore makes the whole trip, honestly, very simple and appealing to the novice, since you don't have to think about it too much and can experiment plenty, as long as you don't mind not receiving much of a challenge of your abilities in return. I rate Surtr's Training Mode out of ten. The only problem with Surtr is that sometimes her memories get scrambled, and she calls you names that aren't yours, and then she starts wondering why she's called out that name in particular, but then it goes nowhere because Hypergryph hasn't given her lore. It's just kinda awkward.

4. Ch'en

Now here's where the real Ark Knights: The Knights of Tomorrow really begins. Steel yourself to face some truly unsightly catacombs, as Ch'en's womb is much like a Floridan suburban garage sale: Dirty, cheap and colossal. However, hidden beneath those suitably hoggish beef curtains lies an obstacle course of ecstasy, sizzling with lore and development to truly give any cylinder out there a cavern that is as challenging to please as it is to fill. It is a relatively safe environment, but one that will demand you know your rotation, since the DPS check is rather steep, so be sure to meld properly.

3. Ptilopsis

Now here's where real Clitoris Centurions and Ballsack Berserkers congregate to test their vim and vigor to the utmost limits, journeymen need not apply! Access to this sacrosanct marriage of flesh and technology is restricted only to top Doctors with many an expedition into the moist depths of carnal communion, with various victories in the damp, soggy sauna of star-struck sensation, with a black belt in hand-to-gland combat. If you wish to mash pissers with Ptilopsis, you must prepare accordingly, as a myriad of challenges lies between your weasel and her nest.

(Pictured above: A valiant Doctor perishes trying to reach Ptilopsis' Sector G)

If you have confidence in your muscles, the desire to test your brawn and brain to the ultimate limit, and won't get turned off from doing the horizontal mambo with a woman named Joyce, then Ptilopsis' womb is a place you cannot skip.

2. Skadi

You completed your training in the Sarkaz Stretch.

You navigated your way through the Pig Park.

You even managed to avoid an Owl Obituary. Respect!

But nothing, not even these accolades, can prepare you for the Abyssal Armageddon.

Be fooled not, valiant swashbuckler, for behind those gentle eyes and that gentle disposition lies the musculature that decimated a living god. What makes you think you can challenge it?

But, at the same time... Did not Mankind look upon the Everest and proclaim climbing it naught but a hobby? The heart of Mankind is with you. Love guides your meat, and justice gives it strength. For all of humankind's sake, you must reach the depths of this crevasse, and inscribe upon it your kin's redemption with letters of fire.

A test of pure, raw resilience where the very fiber of your being will be tested to the utmost limit: In but one quiver of pleasure, you might simply be crushed. A test of pure fundamentals, a battlefield that is a creepy as it is wet, a hunting ground for the unsuited, and the grave of the unsung.

Dare you milk the tightfisted brass with one who bested a God?

(HINT: The Tiger Drop, which negates all damage, may well be your only recourse. I hope your timing is impeccable, as a frame lost is a life lost. Yours.)

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[ironworked]

60 Sec Rec: Claws

"Claws is a midnight-dark, wickedly funny meditation on female badness set in a South Florida nail salon. It's about good women caught in bad places with worse men. It's the story of hardworking women trying to get by in this economy, set against the surreal, bright, gritty landscape of Florida and the luscious, absurd, extreme excesses of the crime world." [adapted from TNT]

I'm still half-way through, but i already know I have to rec this one.

Surprisingly well-described as 'strip-mall crime caper' by tv line, CLAWS is a show for everyone who complains about female characters never being allowed to be as messy and complicated and outrageous as the men. However, you absolutely get what you asked for, so be aware going in that they won't pull their punches: you wanted messy, you're going to get a huge Floridan mess.

The actresses are absolutely impeccable, and I have to agree with 9-1-1's Athena Grant as she livetweeted this show with her friends: 'Niecy Nash is a national treasure'. If you don't have it bad (whatever that means to you) for at least one of them 5 minutes into 1.01, I despair of you.

Also, Dean Norris as a bisexual druglord slash stripclub owner known to family and associates as 'Uncle Daddy' is... quite something.

Plus, Gina Torres in lingerie in one episode 🥵. And Harold Perrineau's character preparing a strip dance. I won't tell you how that goes, you'll have to see.

Created by Eliot Laurence (Motherland: Fort Salem). Written by Laurence, Emily Silver (Finding Carter, Bones), Sam Forman (House of Cards), Janine Sherman (Criminal Minds, ER)... Directed by Dale Stern (Veep, I'm Sorry), Jamie Travis (Faking It, The Bold Type), Howard Deutch (Pretty in Pink, True Blood)... Starring Niecy Nash, Jenn Lyon, Karrueche Tran, Judy Reyes, Carrie Preston, Dean Norris, Harold Perrineau...

60 sec rec: Deadloch - Dead Boy Detectives - The Tick - This Close - Kung Fu - Nancy Drew - Kevin Can Fuck Himself - Silo - The Flight Attendant - Severance - Hacks - Hit The Floor - Black Sails - 12 Monkeys - T@gged - The Diplomat - The Mick - Timeless - UnReal - Kings - All Rise - Barry - Halt and Catch Fire - Resident Alien - Santa Clarita Diet

New shows: Brilliant Minds

[junglejim4322]

omg fellow (former)floridan.. where in florida specifically if you don’t mind me asking? i was central/orlando area

Jacksonville fml fuck my fucking life literally worst place in the world. I’m okay saying this cuz it’s been so long but black hammock island specifically which is like middle of nowhere poverty island. My neighbors had their pigs stolen. Really awful place. I don’t like hating on the south because a lot is so valuable and culturally significant but erm not Jacksonville. WE MADE IT OUT!

[dailydoseofdeadly]

Coral Snake

Name: Eastern Coral Snake

Species: Micrurus Fulvius

Class: Reptilia 

Size: 2-3 feet long

Habitat: In the United States, from southeastern North Carolina to eastern Louisiana

Fatalities: One death in the past 40 years; 47 human bites reported to Florida Poison Control Centers each year

Conservation: Least Concern

The Eastern Coral Snake lurks in dry, typically sandy areas, ranging all throughout the southeastern chunk of the United States. As a part of the Elapidae family, which contains the well-known cobras and mambas of the Southern Hemisphere, getting bit by a coral snake on your hike might cost you more than 3k for an ER visit. Coral snakes are known to be active during all parts of the day, particularly dawn and dusk. Throughout the year, these little guys tend to be especially active during the fall and spring. 

Unlike other snakes, coral snakes are a little shy and awkward. Many Floridan hikers who have had the pleasure (or displeasure, depending on whether they got bit or not) of coming face to face with a coral snake have reported that they are not aggressive towards humans without any provocation. Moral of the story: don’t touch them, they won’t touch you. And now you’re saving 3k and your forearm. 

Coral snakes, as told by their name, are very vibrant, exhibiting red, black, and yellow rings on the entire length of their body. Their smooth skin makes them look polished. Looks like someone remembered to wear their moisturizer. Typically, the females are longer than men, who are only 2 feet long, while most females are 3 feet. Short kings, am I right? Now speaking of kings… 

If you happen to cross paths with a coral snake (or something that looks like a coral snake?), before deciding to piss your pants, take a look at the color arrangement on the body of the snake. Taking it up north, the king snake, which does look a lot like the coral snake, resides in the barren wasteland from Illinois to Texas, and south to Alabama. They are unlike the coral snake in almost every way except looks. The king snake is not venomous and likes wet areas. If you get bit by a king snake, it’ll probably just hurt, not kill you. Well, how do I figure out if the yellow, red, and black ringed snake near me is venomous or not?? Just remember this simple mnemonic, “Red touch black, safe for Jack; red touch yellow, kill a fellow”. 

However, if you end up being the unluckiest person alive and end up getting bitten by a coral snake, get immediate help immediately. That was redundant, but it gets my point across. Spend the 3k on an ambulance ride to the ER; it costs less than the heavy price tag your life wears. Being a part of the same family as the black mamba and king cobra, the coral snakes’ fangs wield an extremely potent neurotoxic venom. This venom attacks the nervous system, characterized by muscle weakness, difficulty speaking, difficulty breathing, difficulty swallowing, paralysis, and potential respiratory arrest. To avoid these effects and potential death, get anti-venom for the toxin immediately. Being quick to get the anti-venom isn’t quick enough. Delayed use of anti-venom for victims who show these symptoms has shown to progress to paralysis within half a day. The one victim of the venom failed to get medical treatment for the coral snake bite. 

Just like Taylor Swift said, Florida is one hell of a drug, and if you get bit by a coral snake there, let’s hope that drug is rapidly administered anti-venom.

Image from The University of Florida, Florida Museum

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

Dude I live in Arizona, the summers here are at least on par with Floridan's'

YEAH BUT IN MY DEFENSE ALMOST ALL MY MASC CLOTHES ARE BLACK OR SOMETHING ELSE THAT WOULD MAKE THEM HELL TO WEAR IN FLORIDIAN HEAT MANN

[cyarsk52-20]

NAACP was right. Unfortunately, Black Floridans are at risk daily. Keep them in your thoughts as another targeted mass shooting has occurred in the state of Florida. 3 Black lives lost today due to pure hatred for just existing.

[blurrymango]

Humanstuck or whatever

Terezi- Irish. Catholic. Irish Catholic.

Vriska- Whitest Californian ever. Protestant.

Aradia- Japanese Australian. Atheist. Despite being a ghost, she is an atheist.

Kanaya- Indian. Also Catholic.

Nepeta- Ohio resident from Germany. Pagan. Like. Tumblr pagan.

Feferi- Black and white mixed American. Jewish, not really religious though.

Eridan- Br*tish. Protestant.

Tavros- Mexican. Catholic.

Sollux- New Yorker (with vitaligo). Hindu.

Equius- Egyptian Greek mix. Believes in the Egyptian and Greek gods. Yes both of them at the same time. No one else in his family understands it.

Gamzee- Creole. Or Cajun. Definitely a Louisiana dude. Catholic? Emphasis on the ?.

Karkat- Floridan (albino). Atheist. Obviously.

[candiso-p640]

The Ocean AKA Biome Project

The ocean covers up Earth by about 70%

Ah, the ocean.

A place that is just water, fishes swimming around. And if you're lucky, you might see a beautiful and colorful coral reef.

Characteristics of the Ocean:

The temperatures in the ocean are pretty low depending on how deep you go. Anywhere from -40 degrees Fahrenheit to over 100 degrees Fahrenheit. The coldest parts are the ones closest to the North and South poles.

The average precipitation of the ocean is 100 inches per year if it's average. Oceans also carry most of Earth's rain because the ocean is large and the water cycle runs quicker on oceans because oceans are made of water.

The wind in the ocean is pretty harsh because it's mostly happening on the surface, hence why fish tend to go with the currents of the ocean.

Yes, oceans do have seasons. Because it is caused by cycles in evaporation and precipitation that change in the weird thing known as the global weather cycle.

Plants in the ocean:

Seaweed is a plant near the surface parts of the ocean. The entire species adapted by evolving roots tough enough to avoid the ocean´s strong currents, but light enough to produce seeds.

Good seaweed.

Mermaid's wine glass is an type of algae that is one huge cell that is native in the Caribbean and southern Floridan oceans. This species adapted by evolving to grow on small rocks and coral.

Halimeda is an type of algae that is native in some parts of the Great Barrier Reef. This species of algae has evolved by becoming more tolerant of growing on dead plants and sand.

Carrageenan moss is a type of red algae that grows on the shores of Ireland, Scotland, and Britain. This species of algae evolved to persevere the cold weather of the British Islands by keeping it's roots within the rocky shores.

Animals in the Ocean:

Humpback whales are aquatic mammals that feed in the polar regions of the ocean and migrate to more tropical waters to reproduce. This species adapted to their environment by resting at the surface horizontally to prevent water going into their blowholes because they still need land air, even though they swim way more than they ever walk.

Pacific Oysters are saltwater mollusks that are native in the Pacific coasts of Asia. However, they can also be bred in North America, Australia, Europe, and New Zealand. This species evolved to stick tightly onto rocks with algae via their suctions that they have on their inner bodies.

An average Pacific Oyster

The Blue Tang is an blue and black fish that is native in the reefs of the Philippines, Indonesia, Japan, the Great Barrier Reef of Australia, to name a few. This species evolved a poison and brighter colors to deter predators from consuming it or any of its offspring.

The Red Comb Star is a starfish native to the East Atlantic Ocean near the Mediterranean. This species has evolved little combs that stick onto the ocean floor and catch mollusks at the same time.

Threats to the biome:

Yep, you already know the threats. But I'm going to explain them anyways.

A ton of plastic is thrown in the ocean. One of the reasons why is because of littering. Plastic is a lot more lightweight, but that doesn't stop the wind, rain, or people from throwing them into rivers, drains that lead directly into the ocean, or anywhere that isn't the recycling bin. So imagine a pile of plastic in the ocean with turtles chocking on plastic bags and fish eating the microplastics. This is what you see on the surface.

This is only the surface level. The cute turtles and their babies could eat some of this plastic stuff and die!

Oil from man-made oil platforms can spill out into the ocean, or the oil could spill from recreational boats run by people too careless about the environment. This is a threat because the oil could suffocate the many water-breathing ecosystem and the community of different species living there. Don't believe me? Look up the Deepwater Horizon spill of 2010 on Google.

Why You Should Visit:

As long as you are wearing non-faulty scuba gear, then you are gonna have a good time. Because there are a ton of coral reefs with a community of unique fish living in the coral crevices. You can hear the whales sing their majestic songs and the dolphins chirp and play. You can even look at the little seaweed plants float with the current.

Citations:

[scentedchildnacho]

No more vi for common sense.....

I guess shelter conditions aren't so good because our church benefactors have never had to stay in shelters and don't know how to problem solve

She said she was homeless in Wisconsin but she apparently understood Madison business as off the grid...and eventually stayed in domestic abuse as bankruptcy attornies and detectives advise before ever going to a shelter

Californians I've met in Alaska have also been ahead that way knowing their parents was called a mental and knowing to want outside tourism

Californians have horrible health though in admitting the realities of life

Kitchen lady kept letting people steal her shoes I have poor circulation and I have never seen infections that uncared for my whole life not even my mother who was always a medical object to work in medical

They do encourage deportation....like to have scheduled safe meetings that help people have better respect for one another are never scheduled

Or getting out to do fulfilling physical activity like learn to plant is never scheduled so promises of the American dream appear to have been given to African artists mostly

Milwaukee is kind of the one place I saw that can care about deportation and want to generationally continue the advantages of the old

The rest of Wisconsin from my experience is mostly tech energy and public huge monopolies people may not solve the problems of infectious disease due to epidemiologic realities that the state has returned to an agrarian one

Chicago though and that truly answers questions

I tried to go out to a rural black area in Arkansas and those people would have tried to call me Linda Lovelace so I never ever leave obligation to union and metropolize

Go to a shelter use the tampon

Im not sure how long outside sieges last of federal unionism but I don't run to confederate housing I think a lot of it is also collapsing

I was in Florida for COVID shut downs and people who try to death penalty others for have 🆔 or you don't enter business districts and those buildings are all warning of flood no one fixes 🆔....it's a death penalty security policy

If floridans have apartment property all they do is train to survive extreme climate like white nuke hot sand beaches

I had to stay in front of this library in Gainesville Florida and this creepy skinny demon mental wouldn't ever leave her job with she will call the attending crisis psychologist....she just kept screaming murder at me with have 🆔 or I can't go to crisis transitional and she just kept sitting there starving to death with these men that entered with knives at her for it

And this creepy bald brown man that stayed outside the library would try to call city cops to have me shot for his last years of never ending incarceration

I was white so sometimes I'm used because if I'm threatened with forced pornography or hygiene law violations I call the cops immediately I don't negotiate with men who can't evaluate poverty health

Poor black areas don't like guns and I'm some cross cultural no one and I will

[jeanjauthor]

I have seen the fogs of 'Frisco, toured the techs of San Jose. Your Vastness of Texas, and the mountains-to-plains of Endless Big Sky. The towering scrapers of the Big Apple with its myriads of holes-in-walls, redolent with the scents of a thousand cuisines rich with spices, and the sandy shores of Floridan delights...

Forever locked in the deepest, richest vaults of my mind, however...was the darkest blue-black depths of that long night's ride through North Dakota. Fiery plumes from oil rigs kept bursting into bloom in the distances, and I watched in wonder as all the starlight and moonlight a wanderer could want reflected from the placid waters of the great river which the mighty metal dragon pulling my carriage on its rails swiftly chugged alongside...

...

...Which is frikkin' weird, because I was up for over an hour in the middle of the night (our sleeper car had lost its AC capacity, so I was overheated) as the train zipped along. We were traveling with speed, not crawling, and there is no stretch of the tracks that long alongside a single body of water...so I can only imagine this was either literal magic, a moment of time in which we traveled through Fey Lands...or some sort of ditch filled with water.

But does the truth of the reality of it matter? No, it does not. Because that long hour of watching everything from the viewing lounge windows existed, and it imprinted itself on my eyes, my mind, my heart, and my soul.

It was magical.

Gonna try talking about normal shit like it's a fantasy novel.

I have done some traveling on your West Coast, as well you know. I have seen the great spires and monoliths of Seattle, and studied wisdom in the libraries of Monterey.

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Everything and Nothing

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairings: Demus, eventual LAMP

Warnings: cursing, rain, tattoo mention, scars, mention of strangling, 

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It had been around a week since the Princes had taken residence in the small Floridan town. The adults began returning to work seeing as the difficult parts of moving were mostly over. This meant that the twins were left home alone more and more frequently. 

Roman had returned to the shopping district, bringing Remus. Who immediately began plotting their next tattoo. 

Roman’s new friends did spend some days with the twins, often mentioning a third person that she had yet to meet. Remus was his usual chaotic self, harassing Patton to no end, he did, however, manage to win Logan’s begrudging friendship through his constant questions. The two of them had some of the most fantastic conversations about the most random stuff. 

But all good things must come to an end, and in a blink of an eye, the summer was over. Thankfully the four would be going to the same high school, so the melancholy mood was laced with a certain excitement in seeing each other every day, and of course the highly anticipated meeting of Virgil. 

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Remus had had a good week. They had made a friend, which seldom happened due to their ‘unique approach to life’, as his father liked to say. He had spent time with their twin and parents, which often was hard to do. They had even gotten a personal record of breaking their finger for the fourth time. 

But standing at the bus stop, in the pouring rain without an umbrella because your twin liked the aesthetic, was not high on Remus’s to-do list. 

By the time the bus arrived both of them were soaked to the skin. Remus was sure that if you wrung out their shirt you would get at least a gallon of water. The bus driver gave them a sympathetic smile and nodded towards the back of the bus. 

Roman found a seat quickly next to an emo kid, leaving Remus to fend for himself. They frantically scoped the rows of seats before basically throwing themselves into the nearest one. What a great way to start the day. 

The bus lurched forward and began its course again. Remus looked across the row and out the windows at the lashing rain. Plugging in his earbuds he hit play on the new Mother Mother album, Seven playing in their ears he turned back to look at his unfortunate victim. They were looking down at their phones, earbuds in. A yellow hijab blocking their face from Remus’s view. 

Suddenly their heads turned, as though they felt Remus’s eyes on them. Their bright eyes landed on the fidgety boy. The left half of their face had long red streaks going up and down, that eye also had a glassy look. Any sane person would leave the slightly frightening character alone. Fortunately, Remus wasn’t even remotely sane. 

“Halloo, my name’s Remus, he/they,” they said, “I like your hijab, I’m almost certain you have enough fabric to smother someone while still wearing it” The person smiled at him, “You’re right there is enough fabric. I’m Janus, any pronouns, It’s horrible to meet you,” they said with a wink. 

“I’m guessing you're new around here,” Janus said as she shifted to face the gremlin boy. “Yep, I ‘accidentally’ sent a kid to the hospital and got kicked out of my previous school, so me n’ my twin moved here!” They confirmed. 

Janus didn’t even look phased by the confession. “Well you should do nicely, there is plenty of violence for entertainment. You have your schedule, yes?” Remus nodded, pulling a crumpled piece of paper out of their pocket. “K, most of the teachers here are ignorant sluts. You can always rely on Mr. Flores for an interesting class though” they said with a vague gesture ”Ah, Lovely we have chemistry and gym together” Janus grinned, “I’m looking forward to bullying Mr. Sanders with you” With that, the bus pulled into the school and Janus disappeared into the crowds. 

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Virgil was tired, then again he was always tired. Just extra tired today. He woke up to rain coming in through the window, meaning he had to clean up the sill and empty all his fake candles. Of course, there was also school, which Virgil was not looking forward to. He couldn’t find a binder for the longest time, and when he did it was one of the ones he had almost outgrown. 

And then, as if the universe had decided to use him as a personal punching bag, some prick sat next to him during the bus ride. They didn’t say anything, but Virgil’s anxiety had been through the roof the whole time. Though in part, Virgil admitted, it may have been because the stranger looked like a fucking movie star. 

Their black hair was damp and had hung around their perfect jawline. Their skin was a soft copper color that reminded the boy of autumn somehow. They wore sword earrings, a distinctive red and white trench coat, and, when Virgil looked down he saw that their nails were painted a lovely sunset orange. 

The entire bus ride Virgil didn’t breathe in fear of annoying the beautiful person next to him. His sibling would punch him and tell him to ‘man up and talk to the kid’. But he ignored their voices in his head. He was content pining from afar. 

He’d done it before and he’ll do it again.

[birb-boyo]

I felt as if I should follow up with my reblog with a nice little diagram:)

You see, there are three prominently known types of southern.

Texan southern, which is the southern you see in movies all of the time

Floridan southern, see “Florida Man…” for reference or just all of the tiktoks that were happening during Hurricane Helene(one of the recent ones)

And Louisiana southern, what a lot of black people are depicted as in movies(idk if that sounds racist or smth but I’m black so🤷🏽‍♂️)

These are the Three Corners of Southern

Twilight shares aspects of all of these southerns

Twilight definitely qualifies as a “Florida Man” but I also feel like he acts like he’s from Louisiana but his vocab stems significantly from Texas Southern

So this puts him in the middle of it all

And what’s in the middle of Texan, Floridan, and Louisiana Southern?

KENTUCKY SOUTHERN

HIS VOCAB MAY BE TEXAS BUT HIS ACCENT AINT💥💥💥

Now you see, there are other southerns that are in the middle, but these only share aspects of two of the three.

Mississippi, Tennessee, and Alabama.(I know Alabama wasn’t in the poll)

That being said, I can definitely see him being from Tennessee-

ANYWAY I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW

TWI IS FROM KENTUCKY

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME

Yes, there's a differance. And yes, I'm sure there are others but these are the most prominent to me, I think.