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[letsdeconstructtogether]

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[amphitriteswife]

🪷desi churia’s and Mehndi🪷

Tag list ⭐️: @miss-seanymph-pani @monstertreden @nicasdreamer @viostar2095 @tinyy-tea-cup

This is my amphitrite inspo

[unconditionallyloved5]

It’s time to stay this time

[paulpingminho]

[delewlew]

i'll kick your ass, verstappen: max verstappen x black fem! reader

request: HEYYYYYYY could you do a max x fem reader when he gets jealous really bad over one of your male friends please. Love your stories keep going 🤍🤍

warnings: jealousy, slight swearing, google translated dutch

author's note: i hope you like this, i lowkey fried my brain trying to make sure i was confident enough to post this...still trying to convince myself. also the title isn't as cute cuz my gradient thingie wasn't working so it'll be plain...sorry bout that. as always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated as well <3

you were in second grade when you met your best friend, nikolaas, after he moved to your school. you were assigned to be his class buddy to help him get comfortable at the new school. the two of you attended the same school all the up to university so you weren't ever really apart from one another. the two of you learned to swim and ride bikes together as little kids. he was there when you went on your first date with the cute guy in your calculus class at the ice rink near your home, and he was there to take you to the hospital when you broke your ankle right after. you were there to help him learn to slow dance before he went to his first formal dance with a girl that wasn't you. he was there to teach you how to walk in that pair of So Kate's you bought without realizing maybe there was a reason nobody but zendaya dared to wear those godforsaken heels. you were there to coach him through confessing his feelings to his first boyfriend. the two of you had experienced so much of your lives beside one another that your relationship wasn't shaken when it was time to move away from home. years passed and he was a professional model travelling the world while you were working as an architect, living in monaco.

since living in monaco you'd been promoted, moved to a nicer apartment, completed a huge project with your team, and met your boyfriend. you met max at an event you'd been invited to courtesy of your own personal connections. from the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you there was something different about you from other women he's met in the past. that night, you both exchanged numbers and he'd convinced you to go on a date with him shortly after.

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for the first time since you'd moved to monaco, your best friend had finally been able to take time to come visit you. he'd flown in two days ago and was staying at your apartment for a bit longer before flying out to korea for some event he was invited to. you sat on your bed and he sat across from you painting a fresh coat of nail polish over his nails since the ocean water chipped it off earlier today. his hand shook slightly as he painted his fingers and your voice cut through the silence, "nikko i swear to god if you get black nail polish on my bed i'll kill you." he looked up through his long, thick, black eyelashes and muttered, "je bent letterlijk de meest dramatische persoon die ik ooit heb ontmoet." you rolled your eyes and huffed, "whatever you love me and you know it." he cracked a smile through the focused glare he held while looking at his fingers, "yeah yeah...speaking of love, how's your man?" [you're literally the most dramatic person i've ever met]

you smiled at the thought of max and answered, "he's really good. the season has treated him well for the most part and he's happy with how things are. we're going back home for his next race so i'm excited i'll be able to see both of our families, and i'm gonna try to stop by your place to see your mom if she's there." he shook his head while keeping his eyes on his nails, "m'ma is in suriname until september because she's visiting granm'ma and granp'pa." your frowned and asked, "were you supposed to go home with her?" nikko nodded and shrugged, "it's alright though, i think i'll be able to make it down there for christmas so it's fine. plus you can see her in september when she comes back." a smile tugged on his lips and he continued, "that is if you want to come see me walk at new york, paris, milan, or london fashion week this year." you nearly tackled him into a hug and screeched, "NO FUCKING WAY- NIKKO?! YOU BOOKED ALL FOUR?!" he laughed and wrapped his arm around you in a hug, "yup i'm booked and busy this year!"

you immediately promised, "i'm going to be at every single show." your best friend nodded, "already reserved your tickets for everything." there was a beat of silence before he asked, "wait isn't max still racing in september- i don't want to make you miss those especially because you missed miami for the met gala with me." this was true, you'd flown to new york city to be nikko's plus one for the met gala but max told you he didn't mind and was happy you were going. without a second thought, only thinking of how exciting this was for your best friend, you waved off his worry, "it'll be fine. besides max likes you."

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"i don't fucking like this guy." max huffed as he scrolled though his instagram because you posted something. he looked at his screen and clenched his jaw seeing the post you'd made with your best friend.

therealyn

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therealyn baby's first time in monaco <3

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nikko i wish i could stay longer :(

⤷ therealyn don't forget me when ur famous

sza cuties

⤷ therealyn omg i love you

username1 why is he so close?

⤷ username2 they've been friends since they were 7 and nikko moved to the netherlands from suriname. y/n was his first friend and they've grown up together. don't try to start something out of nothing.

⤷ username3 GET EM SIS

⤷ username4 ngl i kinda see what username1 means...if you look back at some other posts they've made with each other they're way closer than i'd consider to be best friends. i mean i personally wouldn't be that close with my guy bsf knowing i have a man.

⤷ username4 that man is a walking pride flag be so fr rn

⤷ username1 im just saying he's a little close to her. plus she's already missed a race so she can go see him, and i guarantee you she'll do the same again when fashion week comes around.

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reading the comments didn't ease max's mind whatsoever but he did catch a few that did make him realize that maybe you were just being a supportive best friend. he'd had friends go to things to support him in the past and he's done the same for them so why does he feel so...weird when you do the same? he'd managed brush off the feelings he had until he checked your story and clicked on the post you'd shared:

nikko

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nikko but none of them will ever love you the way i do it's me and you

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therealyn and as the years go by our friendship will never die

kendalljenner beauties

username6 ...why is he holding her like that.

⤷ username7 i think they're together? i always saw their posts together and assumed

⤷ username8 NO THEY'RE NOT TOGETHER THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS PLS DON'T START RUMORS SHE IS DATING MAX VERSTAPPEN

username9 this look a little....

username10 yall are so weird. literally every interaction nikko has with a girl looks like this, look it up and you'll see he's holding everyone's hand, wrapping their arms around them. it's just how he is pipe down.

username11 THE CAPTION? NIKOLAAS UR BOLD FOR THAT ONE

username12 ngl i kinda wanna see them as a couple

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max fought to control his facial expressions when you called him excited to tell him about going to support nikko at the big 4 fashion weeks. he watched as your eyes sparkled, "he's already reserved the seat in my name at all of his shows too! this is so great he's always wanted to walk in these shows and now he's got the chance. i want september to already be here." max frowned at the mention of the month, "schat- i'm still racing in september though?" you explained, "well yeah it's just singapore and azerbaijan that i'll have to miss but i'll be at the rest." max bit the inside of his cheek, "didn't you already see him walk in new york back in may? you missed miami for it remember?" you smiled, "babe that was the met gala, that was different. this is actual fashion shows not a red carpet."

when max was still silent you asked, "why don't you seem happy doe nikko?" he took a small exhale to not raise his voice or seem too annoyed, "it's good for the guy i mean this is a big deal as a model. i just...sometimes i think he's just a little too close?" you frowned and you asked, "what do you mean? you've never had a problem with him before?" max sighed and admitted, "i'm just saying there's no reason why other people should be questioning our relationship status when you're with other people. why is he holding you like i hold you?" you couldn't even find the right words for a moment, "i- i- he....max you've seen the way he acts around everyone. he's a touchy guy and he always has been. why are you now bothered that he holds me? it's nothing new."

max let out another annoyed huff and snapped, "just tell him to watch himself." you couldn't even say anything before he hung up the phone on you and left you stunned to a silence. just then your phone pinged and it was another instagram notification:

nikko just posted a story!

there wasn't even a point in trying to ask nikolaas to delete the story because he was on a flight to korea right now which means he just posted it before the plane took off. so all you had to do was hope maybe max wouldn't see it because although you had no issue with the photo, you knew right now your boyfriend would.

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the instagram story made it's way to his eyes in less than 5 minutes after it was posted. so, max didn't hesitate to open his own photo gallery and select a few pictures before posting them himself, he pasted a caption from the ones you'd saved in his notes and posted it before turning off his phone.

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 mijn

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therealyn answer your phone

username13 HE'S MAD HE SEEN THE POSTS

username14 max....

charles_leclerc mate, you posted on your main

⤷ maxverstappen1 i know.

⤷ charlesleclerc oh!

oscarpiastri i feel like i wasn't supposed to see some of these

⤷alex_albon i don't think any of us were...

⤷ therealyn you werent.

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hot tears stung the corners of your eyes as you stared at your phone knowing full well why max posted the photos he did. you knew that he got jealous every now and again but he'd never done anything like this, especially when it came to nikolaas because he knew how close he was to you. max wasn't answering your phone calls or text messages so you had no way to actually call him.

meanwhile max was in his apartment on his sim when he heard a knock at his door. when he opened it he saw lando standing on his doorstep before he pushed his way into his apartment. max asked, "why are you in my apartment?" lando shook his head and countered, "why are you posting shit like this online?" a smug grin tugged at max's lips and he answered, "you know why."

lando sat on max's couch and responded, "i don't know why. what i do know is your girlfriend called me crying asking me why you weren't answering her calls." max huffed, "she's busy playing with that guy." lando ran a hand through his curls, "you're jealous of her best fucking friend? are you being serious right now?" max rolled his eyes and lando continued, "the guy wears nail polish and face glitter and you think something is going on between them?" when there was silence lando continued, "mate he literally flirted with charles and asked for his number when he came to zandvoort last year. then told alex that she had good taste because he wanted to quote 'drink him up and sop up the rest with a biscuit. and you think there's any way that something is happening with y/n? you can be jealous but if your girlfriend says there's no reason to worry then you should trust her. you need to fix this before something actually happens that can't be fixed." lando slapped max on the shoulder before walking out the door and heading back to his apartment.

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it was nearly 3 am when max unlocked the front door to your apartment and slipped in quietly, kicking off his shoes and leaving them by your front door. he pulled back the door and grabbed one of his t shirts and took off his pants before climbing in your bed. he pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your torso. when you moved his arm off of you he knew you were awake so he mumbled, "schat..." you answered plainly, "wat wil je, max?" your boyfriend pressed a kiss to your shoulder and responded, "i'm sorry. i was wrong and i was immature and posting those pictures knowing you had them in our private folder was wrong." there was a momentary silence before you asked, "waarom heb je het dan gedaan?" he let out a deep sigh as he admitted, "i was jealous and only thinking about myself in the moment instead of thinking about how my actions would affect you as well. i never want to hurt you or be the reason for your pain, but i was so i'm sorry." [what do you want, max? // then, why did you do it?]

you felt his hand run over your arm gently as you asked, "wat ga je doen om het te repareren?" max answered, "well i deleted the post first and came here to apologize second. also i'd love to see you go to london, paris, new york, and milan to support nikko in september. i'll be waiting at home for you the minute you get back." you turned to face him and opened your eyes, finding his gaze in the darkness. bringing your hand to his cheek you asked, "i never want you to think that anyone stands a chance at competing with you for my heart, maxie. you are my person and i only love you this way, i only want to be with you. there's only you in my heart and i need you to trust me when i say that, okay?" max leaned into your touch and nodded, before you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, "i love you." he pulled you to his chest and tangled his legs with yours as he replied, "ik houd ook van jou." you nuzzled closer to him and brought a hand to his chest, tracing small patterns over his heart. both of you began to drift off to sleep, your voice cut through the silence, "but do that shit again and i'm kicking your ass, verstappen." max let out a small chuckle and admitted, "i don't doubt that, but you don't have to worry about it happening again." [what are you going to do to fix it?//i love you too.]

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the end.

[ivrxquack]

Haikyuu embarrassing moments hcs

Goshiki

Tried to impress you once in gym class but ended up face planting and his pants fell down revealing his paw patrol boxers

Atsumu

Said “deez nuts”a little to loudly and it echoed through the whole mall

Nishinoya

Sleep talked about my little pony and admitted to having a crush on rainbow dash when he was younger

Oikawa

Screamed like a little girl and jumped in your arms when a rat ran by

Ushijima

Voice cracked during a project but luckily no one laughed cause he’s the great ushijima but of course tendou teased him for it after class

Yamaguchi

Almost passed out during science class cause they were looking at a Suriname toad (don’t look it up if you’re scared of holes)

Hinata

Recorded himself dancing to a Beyoncé song and accidentally posted it on instagram causing the whole school to see it

Kita

(My precious beautiful handsome intelligent baby could never do anything embarrassing but I still added him)

Was at the pet store with his little cousins and they wanted him to hold a tarantula so ofc he did but he ended up getting bit and having a really bad allergic reaction

Suna

Was listening to the most outrageous song known to man during class and his headphones died without him noticing and everyone in class heard the song

Kageyama

Thought about scary images while washing his hair in the shower and his cat just so happened to be in the bathroom with him so it knocked something over on the sink counter and he panicked grabbing the shower curtain and ended up falling and breaking his arm

I haven’t seen any writing about haikyuu in sooooo long it’s crazy so here I am cuz I lowkey miss it!

[letsdeconstructtogether]

Ancestry Mood Board

[crispysnakes]

Any exciting Suriname pairings upcoming?

My Kemper girl Sweet Pea is due any day now. She was paired to my Tudehope male, Da Freak.

[belovedbluv]

Femmage, also know as feminist collage is any artwork done by women by assembling objects, as by collage, photomontage, etc. It was defined by Miriam Schapiro and Melissa Meyer as an activity “practiced by women using traditional women's techniques to achieve their art—sewing, piecing, hooking, cutting, appliquéing. Meyer and Schapiro, claimed women/femmes to be the inventors of collage, after it was claimed to created by Picasso or Braque. In design studies it is also debate around why craft is not seen as design, some stating the reasons are sexist/misogynistic. “Femmage” work can be traced back to precolonial Africa and continued in maroon communities post colonization. Some same say maroon communities in Suriname have no weaving tradition, the women have since the nineteenth century, turned store-bought cloth into colorfully deco- rated capes, loincloths, scarves, waist-kerchiefs, neckerchiefs, wrap-skirts, baby bonnets, men’s caps, adolescent girls’ pubic aprons, and men’s dance aprons, as well as hammock sheets, hunting sack covers, and draw-string bags for small items such as shotgun cartridges. Cloth is raised in shrines to the ancestors, flown as banners on funeral canoes, offered as gifts, and used as decoration on coffin”

1:Saamaka Maroon shoulder cape, sewn early-20th century by Peepina (Suriname). Collection of Richard and Sally Price. Photo by Antonia Graeber.

2: Cape owned by future Saamaka Headcaptain Faansisonu (ca. 1905–1989)

Richard & Sally Price Collection,

Schomburg Center for Research in

Black Culture, New York

3: Reverse appliqué, early 1990s Musée des Cultures Guyanaises.

4: Chapter 5 New Lives for Ndyuka Women: “Everything’s Changed but the Men”, date and photographer unknown

5: St.-Laurent-du-Maroni 2013. From left to right: 1,2, and 7 are embroidered, 3 and 6 are painted, 4 and 5 are appliqué’d.

Photo byCécile Duro

6: Cross-stitch embroidery

Steven Alfaisi Facebook ca. 2015

7: source unknown

8: source unknown

9: “Miss Saint-Laurent” contestants 2007 Hatt Eaton

[dvarapala]

udyati's aversion to hunters goes a lot deeper than most might think. yes, most of them are white people, happily othering preternatural people and creatures (of color) whilst squawking about 'protecting the (white) innocents' because it's what they've been taught and it's what they've never questioned, but it's so much more than that. it is more than a girl holding a grudge because "i needed you guys when it mattered most and none of you showed up for me". you see, udyati's ancestors hail from india and they were taken to suriname becoming indentured workers or "kantraki's" - which is a shortened dutch term for contract workers. whereas some people willingly made the journey from india to suriname to escape from their abusive families or the abusive families they (unknowingly, unwittingly) married into, most people were "recruited" (read: tricked into and forced) to make the journey by arkàti's. hunters. bounty hunters, to be very specific, but hunters all the same, taking choices from the people, and making choices for the people in the same breath. (men were easy. arkàti's went after women, specifically, as they fetched higher prices.) this, too, was the case for udyati's ancestors, according to her amma - ankita. and while udyati is perfectly capable of conversing and co-existing with most hunters at some level, even developing friendships, the aversion and revulsion remains in her blood and bones. in her very dna. and perhaps it isn't fair to most modern hunters, many of whom carry modern sensibilities, but there will always be a part of her - hidden though it may be - that's waiting for the other shoe to drop.

[paulpingminho]

[statecryptids]

Doing another book review, yo!

I recently had the pleasure of discovering poetry (or rather, rediscovering poetry, since I used to enjoy reading it as a kid) thanks to a class on children’s literature genres that I took for my Library Science degree. While working on an assignment to survey part of the children’s section at my local library and found a bunch of great kid’s poetry books and thought I’d share a few of them. Hopefully y’all might find some that interest you too.

YES! WE ARE LATINOS

By Alma Flor Ada and F. Isabel Campoy, with drawings by David Diaz

This collection of free-verse poems is about the experiences of Latino children in the United States,  showcasing a great diversity of characters who are Black, Indigenous, white, and of mixed Hispanic heritage. The book also includes groups who may not be as widely known, such Latinos of Japanese and Chinese descent, and Sephardic Jews who fled Spain in the Middle Ages. Each poem is accompanied by background history on topics such as the Spanish Civil War, migrant farmworkers and African heritage. These notes especially appealed to me because they gave each poem more context and really helped build an appreciation for the history and experiences of Latino culture.

The poem titles follow the same formula: “My Name is ___” followed by the ethnicity and cultural relationship of the narrator. For example: “My Name is Monica. I Am From El Salvador. I Live in Houston. I am Texan. I am Latina.”  Each is a short vignette in the life of a Latino child. There is a girl questioning what she wants in life as she prepares for her quinceañera; a migrant worker boy catching a ride in his father’s truck and thinking about the life he left behind in Mexico; A boy dreaming about becoming a painter; and more. Though the stories differ, there is a strong theme running through them about dreams for the future and building a better life.

Poems are written in a free verse style which mimics prose speech. This may bother those used to more traditional rhyming couplet poetry. But for other readers the natural flow of the sentence may make it easier to follow the stories.  

Each poem is accompanied by Diaz’ black-and-white illustrations which resemble wall murals, Mexican papel picado banners, and even shadow puppets.

Oddly, despite trying to encompass the breadth of Latinx people, the book glaringly does not feature any characters of Brazilian ancestry, even though this country is the largest and one of the most diverse in Latin America. The book also lacks characters from other countries where Spanish is not the dominant language, such as Suriname where Dutch is the official language, French Guiana where French is mainly spoken; or Guyana and Belize where a sizeable portion of the population speak English.  Indeed, the book seems to be focused mainly on Hispanic identities with a few exceptions such as the Sephardic Jewish family in “My Name is Sultana, o Susana”, and the white Spanish family in “My Name is Rocio” who fled to Mexico, then the US during the Spanish Civil War. While these omissions do knock the book down a little in my rating, the collection does a good job of highlighting the diverse Latino identities of people living in the United States. And as Ada states in the Introduction: “Whatever your background, this book is an invitation to look inside yourself.”

 Yes! We Are Latinos is available on Amazon or though Bookshop.org

[ethicopoliticolit]

In this incarnation, she appears in the archive of slavery as a dead girl named in a legal indictment against a slave ship captain tried for the murder of two Negro girls. But we could have as easily encountered her in a ship’s ledger in the tally of debits; or in an overseer’s journal—‘last night I laid with Dido on the ground’; or as an amorous bed-fellow with a purse so elastic ‘that it will contain the largest thing any gentleman can present her with’ in Harris’s List of Covent-Garden Ladies; or as the paramour in the narrative of a mercenary soldier in Surinam; or as a brothel owner in a traveler’s account of the prostitutes of Barbados; or as a minor character in a nineteenth-century pornographic novel. Variously named Harriot, Phibba, Sara, Joanna, Rachel, Linda, and Sally, she is found everywhere in the Atlantic world. The barracoon, the hollow of the slave ship, the pest-house, the brothel, the cage, the surgeon’s laboratory, the prison, the cane-field, the kitchen, the master’s bedroom—turn out to be exactly the same place and in all of them she is called Venus.

—Saidiya Hartman, “Venus in Two Acts” (2008)

[magnificenteggsfarmpeanut]

My name is Imelda C, and I urgently need a donor to pay for my college tuition, which is $600 USD or EUR. I studied System Engineering online but lack a degree to showcase my skills and secure a job in the field. The deadline for assistance is before august 8th.

I am in need of financial support for my education, which amounts to 600 Euro or 600 US dollars. As a young black girl, I am earnestly seeking someone who could generously provide funds for my schooling. The education I am pursuing is in the field of ICT, and it takes place at a Dutch school located in Suriname.

The main hindrance preventing me from financing my own education is the high cost of living. Even basic necessities like bread and milk are exorbitantly priced in Suriname, comparable to the rates in the Netherlands. I have been tirelessly searching for a job to help cover the costs, but unfortunately, my current salary won't suffice, as it amounts to 600 Euro or 600 US dollars.

My heartfelt wish is for someone to sponsor my schooling for a year. Being enrolled in this ICT program will greatly enhance my CV and open doors to job opportunities in the technology industry.

Regrettably, starting a gofundme campaign isn't an option for me, given that my country is unjustly blacklisted, portraying it as a hub of drug dealers. Additionally, corruption and inflation are prevalent, and the influence of nepotism makes it impossible for me to secure loans. Furthermore, accessing platforms like Paypal, cashapp, or venmo is hindered due to the blacklisting.

My parents, unfortunately, are retired, leaving me with no familial support. This compels me to reach out for help and support to pursue my studies further. I truly hope someone can empathize with my situation and offer assistance. Send me a message and I’ll give my bank account, or my sisters or the schools banking information .

If you would like to find more information about the school's application process, you can visit http://unasat.net/aanmelding/aanmelding-school-of-ict/. Your help and support would mean the world to me as I strive to achieve my dreams and build a brighter future through education. Thank you very much for considering my plea.

Your help would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.