#as in their mom was brazilian and they were born in american

[jorrated]

i agree that latinos experience xenophobia/racism just for being latinos, but also i cant help but laugh when white latinos try to pull the race card. girl you cant even take a photo with the flash on

[claritys-silly-things]

It’s that time again yall

Headcanons! It’s a long one this time

Emetophobia tw

- (I think I can classify this as modern) Rip sodapop curtis you would’ve loved saying “I’m just a girl 🎀”

- Soda never liked haircuts. When he was a small feral child his long hair would get tangled a lot, but he’s tender headed as FUCK so he would scream and cry when his momma brought the brush out. Darry put sodas hair into braids sometimes just for fun and soda didn’t mind bc it kept his hair from getting tangled, and then it didn’t hurt to brush. He’s always had really soft hair and it grows super fast.

- Jealous little soda asksjks (this was about soda being jealous over pony getting attention as a baby but I don’t wanna edit the original ramble I wrote down)

- When ponyboy was born he just kind of STARED. No crying or anything just 👁️👁️. Even Darry cried when he was born. Soda cried a lot.

- Adding on, Darry and pony were pretty quiet babies. They still cried for food and stuff sometimes but not a lot. Soda was a LOUDDD crier, and a frequent one too. It was the type of crying that sounds like it hurts the baby’s throat cause they’re shrieking their head off. Also soda would cry for, like, the first year of his life if he was ever handed to his dad.

- If Johnny survived the fire and got a wheelchair, he’d be running over people’s feet. Constantly. Just because. Or bc they asked for it. Either way, the moment he gets a hang of that wheelchair it is OVER for yall. And probably before that too.

- Ponyboy gets the same. Goddamn. Thing. At EVERY restaurant. Partly because it scares him to order anything else, partly because he’s picky asf. He makes sure it’s there on the menu and has his order memorized by now. “Chicken tenders, fries, and a Pepsi please.” He’s tried to ask for other things in the past like eggs, cuz he likes those, but the moment they asked him “how would you like them done” he just stared at Darry because he didn’t know what all the different types of eggs were, and now he’s scared bc he’s taking longer, and the server is still there, so he just got sunny side up eggs and they were slimy and he wanted to go home and cry (based on a true story sadly)

- Basically pony has anxiety and probably autism (so me)

- Ponyboy likes avocado. That’s it that’s the headcanon. It’s like one of the only healthy-ish things he’ll eat.

- Soda gets suuuper nauseous really easily, and pony gets carsick on occasion. So the first time pony went to a theme park, his family was scared that he would throw up like soda. They go on a ride and he’s like “yall im fine dawg.” Soda is jealous bc pony can go on rides unaffected (soda will still go on rides anyways, he just throws up afterwards)

- Pony is the most PALE ASS BITCH you’ve ever seen. He burns soo easily. His face gets red really quickly, no matter what’s going on. The only time he gets the slightest bit darker is when he burns and tans. Two-bit has been like “you ain’t white you translucent” multiple times because in the right lighting you can see pony’s veins. It’s even worse because soda and Darry tan so wonderfully, and pony looks like he had an allergic reaction if he doesn’t reapply his sunscreen when he’s supposed to. I feel like Mrs Curtis is the reason for this, she didn’t tan. Mr Curtis did tho.

- Pony has mild (severe) ocd

- Marcia’s last name is smith she is white-Hispanic on one side and Native American on the other thank you for coming to my TED talk

- Marcia is Cuban and Native American

- Marcia’s full name is Marcia smith that’s it that’s the end

It’s funny cuz I listed these things like three times and just forgot about the other two

- Twobit is Brazilian end headcanon

- Mr Curtis had autism and Mrs Curtis had inattentive adhd

- Mr Curtis was half Mexican on his mom’s side and half Irish on his dad’s side. Mrs Curtis was full Italian-American.

- Darrys the typa guy to make pony and soda turn off a show or movie if it talks about possession or like demonic stuff/soul stealing stuff

- (Modern au) Darry will get a text from ponyboy about something, like “can I go in your room rq” and he sees it but doesn’t actually open the text message until later and like, two hours later he’ll just respond “no” and thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

[radenshogun]

It's not me telling you how to see people, it's how the rest of the world sees people. A Chinese person who has a family in Mongolia, his family will not be seen as just Mongolian just because they participate in Mongolian culture. They will still be seen as Chinese. An Egyptian who was born and raised in Germany will still be seen as Egyptian, they'll call him an Egyptian-German. Doesn't matter if he speaks just German and only knows about German culture. Again, that's why US Latinos still have the Latino title. Because the country they're in sees them as different, because they are different.

my cousins who were born in europe are not seen as latinos there. just as the nationality of the country they're from. again, to us they're simply gringos, americans, whatever. hailey bieber has a brazilian grandma or mom i dont remember but she's american. not latina not brazilian. you can give as many examples as you want, they're just not the same case

[einsteinsugly]

The cultural/racial/ethnic/socioeconomic backgrounds of the T7S gang, explained.

Donna: She's mostly Italian (northern), with a touch of Scottish. Having northern Italian roots, finding a fair amount of German blood (blame the Germanic hordes of the 6th century) is highly likely. Her paternal grandfather (near Rome) and maternal grandparents came from the Italian peasantry (near Venice), but her paternal grandmother's family was from Milan/descended from Scottish Catholic nobility, and was from old money. This is why Bob was tentatively accepted into Jack Burkhart's circle in season 1.

Eric: He's Irish and English through his dad, and Swedish through his mom. His mom's family, the Sigurdsons, settled in Wisconsin in the 1850s. His dad's family came around a bit later, in the 1890s, after residing in New York City for a bit (aka, they couldn't afford to move at first). On his Irish side, some of his ancestors definitely escaped from the potato famine, and there are definitely some protestant English colonists immigrating to Ireland mixed in there somewhere (hence the Forman surname).

Fez: His dad is largely native to Snake Island (a less snake-filled, larger version of the irl Snake Island), and his mother is a mix of Brazilian/Portuguese and Western European. The whole story is purposefully outlandish; read more here if you're interested.

Hyde: He's mostly African through his dad. It's complicated; most African Americans have an average of around 15-25% European blood, which is why they're lighter than their African counterparts. You can probably figure out why. His paternal grandfather and his family were survivors of the Tulsa race riots, and moved to Detroit shortly thereafter.

His mom's family is mostly Irish, and originally came from northern Appalachia, and were farmers and coal miners. Until his maternal grandfather, a royal piece of shit, started to float around the Rust Belt, with his family in tow. Bud was the one with the link to Point Place, simply.

Jackie: She's German, Dutch, and English through her dad. The German and Dutch ancestry is from old money, the latter settling in New Netherlands (before it became New York). Think discount Vanderbilt or Roosevelt vibes. The English is newer money, but they were descended from the Pilgrims (it's not uncommon for those with English ancestry). Her paternal grandparents moved to Point Place to oversee an expansion of the family's department store businesses (the new money), and Point Place is nestled between Kenosha and Milwaukee, so it made perfect sense.

Her maternal grandparents were Canadian (both French and English), but Pam was born in Madison. She had a sheltered childhood, and went to UW Milwaukee to find a husband (mostly). She met Dean the fireman, from Point Place, and later met Jack. Who is nineteen years her senior, so gross.

Kelso: He's a mix of Scottish, German, and English. His dad is Scottish, and is an only child who grew up in Kenosha. His mom is German and English (with the maiden name Casey), and grew up in Point Place. Her dad owned a toy shop.

[palimundo]

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My mom used to tell me that my name was the name of the ancient goddess of love, emphasis on "ancient" because you won't find such a thing about it today no matter how hard you try (her words when I challenged her on the truthfulness). I was named after an elderly woman who apparently told her that was the origin, by showing her a book where that was written. The name was more important to my mom because this woman was very kind to her in her childhood, and thus made a personal promise to have a daughter carry her name one day.

I don't know how true all that is anymore, if there was ever an old lady, or a book, or an actual origin to the name. Researching on my own I could only find as much as that it's over 100 years old, and very few women in my country had it. The fun part of my name is that it's only older people who recognize and acknowledge it sincerely; Mostly their own elderly familiars had the same name, sharing the same boat as my mom. But the horrible part is that anyone out of that category jack up the pronunciation every time they figure out how it's spelled and they don't care about it one bit.

By incident, I figured out that my name is the Russian pronunciation of a flower, the plural version to be exact. The flower itself is lovely, but I actually have resentment toward it because people always tried to get away with pronouncing my name the same [English] way. I wish I could like it more, but I only could if I were genuinely Russian. Going off-topic a bit, my first and last name are quite the travelers of nationalities; French, Portuguese, Colombian descendant, Brazilian even, and then Russian! I would be confusing so many people if I doubled down on that, but I'm American born and bred, my name is too as history has shown me.

Going back to the significance of the flower, can't say it does me any favors. In flower language it basically boils down to "sensitive and obedient," way too close to home. If anyone's destiny was ever determined by their name, it's definitely mine.

At the end of the day it seems to be a doomed name, the way an endangered species finally goes extinct due to human invasiveness. Obscure origins, the ones who know it best are fading out in real time, the ones who know it least will stomp it out like a lit cigarette, its genuine meaning not too inspiring to carry on. So be it.

[duchessonfire]

Warning: long post about what it can mean to be Jewish and my own experience of multi-cultural, multi-ethnic Jewish families

I've seen a few posts come across my dash unhappy with the Jewish representation in Moon Knight, calling it diluted and saying that it wasn't enough. These posts complained that they should have shown Marc Spector doing Shabbat, lighting candles, being more faithful to his identity as the son of a rabbi in the comics, basically giving more representation to the Jewish aspect of Marc's life (I won't go into the territory of not hiring a Jewish actor to play Marc Spector). I'm guessing that these posts stem from the truly despairing lack of religious diversity in Marvel and especially the lack of Jewish representation. And when I read these posts, I feel "Yeah, that's valid, I get where they're coming from."

But I'm also surprised that no one is at least giving kudos to the fact that Moon Knight basically showed a Latino Jewish family? Something that almost no mainstream media ever had the balls to do?

Oscar Isaac is a Latino American and the actress playing his mom also has Brazilian/Hispanic roots, which is a very clear directorial choice in terms of representation. That may seem like nothing to some people, but as someone who is NOT North American, I'm telling you how unique and refreshing it is to see this sort of Jewish representation. Jewish representation in US media (at least the type of pop culture I most see) feels very much centred around the Ashkenazi and/or Israeli experience of Jewishness. This is only part of the Jewish population around the world, and yet it is the one most commonly found in English-speaking media.

And let me tell you, as the French daughter of a Jewish man born in Turkey, I have never felt any sense of familiarity with these types of representation. My dad grew up in a family where people spoke Turkish, French, Ladino, English, Italian and Hebrew, in that order. They almost never did Shabbat because when my dad was growing up in Turkey, the country was still very much feeling the influence of Kemalism, which had Europeanized and secularized Turkey after the dissolution of the Ottoman Empire. Outward religious signs were frowned upon in higher parts of society and my father's family was mainly made up of doctors, academics and architects, so it was not culturally accepted to perform every religious ritual on a weekly basis, especially as a Jewish minority in a mainly Muslim country.

The fact that they didn't do Shabbat didn't make my father's family less Jewish, it was just a sign of them living in a particular country at a particular moment in time. When my dad came to France at 18 to be a med student, he shed more signs of what some people would call "his Jewish identity": he started eating pork, stopped celebrating most Jewish holidays and now, almost sixty years later, the only holy day for him is Yom Kippur, which he spends fasting, reading, praying and generally reflecting on his life. Anything other than that: Pessah, Rosh Hashanah... all of those were only marked by big dinners where my mom would prepare recipes from my dad's side of the family and nothing more (for Hanukkah I have vague memories of years when my mom would light the menorah but it stopped at some point, I don't know why).

And yet my dad is still as Jewish today as the day he was born.

I'm not Jewish myself, not only because my mom isn't Jewish, but because I don't identify my spiritual belief as Jewish. However, I have grown up in a household that was marked by the Jewish religion, just as it was marked by mom's Catholicism. Not only that, but I have a lot of the facial features that French people associate with Sephardic Jews, who are the most prominent minority in the area of Paris where I live (very dark hair, curved nose, etc.) and so I have often been signaled as being physically different from a lot of my French peers (never in a discrimatory way! Just in a "oh, your dad is Jewish? That makes sense looking at you" way).

When people think of "French", they don't think of people like me, the product of a multi-cultural, multi-religious household. When people think of "Turkish", they don't think of people like my dad, a Sephardic Jew from a Ladino-speaking background. And when people think of "Jewish families", they don't think of people like my dad's relatives who are still in Istanbul today.

So, when Moon Knight showed a Jewish Latinx family, two words that would seem incompatible for a lot of people, it was for me the first time I actually felt close to having my family's experience of multi-cultural Jewishness be put on screen.

Yes, let's advocate for more Jewish representation in pop culture and mainstream media. Let's also not forget to advocate for a diverse representation of Jewishness. Let's not forget that Jewish people are all around the world and that they don't just speak Yiddish or Hebrew. Let's not forget being Jewish is about more than performing certain weekly rituals or having religious dietery restriction. Let's not forget there are other ways to be Jewish than white North American, white Eastern European, or white Israeli.

[stripper-patrick]

Heaven 🇫🇷Florian Munteanu

|part 1: Get You| |part 2: Heaven| |part 3: Hell|

Warnings: language, smut, nsfw

Song- Streets: Doja Cat

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader

My alarm goes off and I happily get up getting ready for our trip to Paris. I go to the bathroom wetting my face with warm water seeing as cold water just makes me mad. I exfoliate my face and lips before moving on to brush my teeth and swish some mouthwash.

I hop in the shower scrubbing, shaving, and exfoliating my body with my warm vanilla sugar scented soap from bath and body works. I rinse off the soap and step out applying coconut oil to my damp body then applying the matching warm vanilla sugar lotion to lock in the moisture. I’m black we gotta stay hydrated and mind out business.

I put on some deodorant and face moisturizer grabbing a black bra and some burgundy rhinestone Brazilian panties. I grab the outfit laid on my nearby chair and my Nike air 270’s. I sit at my vanity doing a light makeup look and adding some Vaseline for that shine affect on my lips. I decide to tie up my long braids in a cute little bun and I see my phone buzz. I swipe right and answer Florian’s call “good morning” I smile

“Good morning” my breath physically catches in my throat at his deep raspy morning voice. “Are you ready?”

“Yes I am”

“Oh and be sure to have something nice we’re going to brunch with my family”

“Oh ok” I nod. I did pack some fancy outfits because it’s Paris who wouldn’t but I know China hasn’t met his family yet. “So do you fight tonight?”

“No tomorrow. And we’ll be staying with my parents at their house”

“We’re not staying in a hotel?”

“No” he chuckles

“Ok then”

....

I park my car on a vacant lot seeing a singular airplane and Florian sitting on the steps. I get out and my jaw is dropped to the core of the earth.

“Hey baby girl” he jogs over hugging me and I’m too in shock to even acknowledge the nickname. I pop the trunk and grab my suitcase before he takes it from me “I could’ve got it”

“For what I’m here. You look good”

“Thank you” I smile “so you own this plane?”

“Kinda me and my brother went half on it. You’ll get to meet him later” he winks. Flo takes my luggage to the flight attendants and holds my hand leading me into the spacious red leather interior of the plane.

“This is dope Flo” I say

“Thank you” we sit across from each other and the flight attendant brings us champagne in a glass.

I take a sip and I can taste how expensive it is.

“So how long will this flight be?”

“About 12 hours” I sigh as we take off.

“Well how do we pass time?” He cocks up his eyebrow Suggestively and I smile.

...

“Ok how old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask looking over. We’ve now moved next to each other giggling from the champagne.

“15” he answers. We’re playing a game of truth or strip. It’s simple. If you don’t wanna answer your truth you have to strip. Better than truth or dare. He has taken off his socks, shirt and watch and I took off my biker shorts and socks.

“Oh” I nod “if you had to choose between me and Brad Pitt to have sex with who would it be”

“Can I choose both?” I laugh

“Nope”

“Ok I would choose you” I laugh “I don’t know Brad like that or how good he is”

“How do you know I’m good in bed?” he leans getting closer.

“Aside from the details China tells me I can tell you know how to use what you got”

“What do you mean?” He smiles.

“You know what I mean” I laugh. Deep down I want him to prove me right but that would be completely outta line.

“I need an example” all of a sudden I’m shy but not to shy to bite my tongue.

“Like your tongue you look like you know how to use it in the best way” He doesn’t say anything he just stares at me. I feel myself leaning in. He’s leaning too. Our lips attach and it was like a flame was set off in my body. I’m frozen but my lips are still moving in sync with his.

Flo’s large hand caresses thigh then bring them in my underwear rubbing slowly at my clit. I moan in his mouth and he speeds up. Out of instinct I try to close my thighs arching my back but he keeps a good grip. He slips a finger in and starts kissing my neck. I moan out but the flash of my best friends face crosses my mind and I place my hands on his shoulders and stop all movements.

“You’re with China” I say breathing heavily. He nods looking down and my clit is throbbing and so badly I want so much more but I know I’d feel the worse whether China found out or not.

“You’re right I’m sorry” he nods taking his hand out of my underwear. His fingertip is wet with my juices and I let out a puff of air holding my head in my hands. I grab my pants and we redress ourselves before sitting back down. I sigh closing my eyes getting comfortable. All I can think about is his head between my legs and him being dominant and absolutely man-handling me. I open my eyes again looking out the window at the dark night sky.

‘Something takes over me and I straddle Flo and grab his arms wrapping them around me. I grab his face kissing him and he grinds me against his hard on. He’s quick to pull off my underwear and shimmy down his pants just a little bit. The tip inserts through my walls and I-‘

“Y/N you should probably get some rest” I snap out of my thoughts and he’s just staring at me.

“Yea you’re right” he stands to grabbing two blankets from the closet. He hands me one and I give off a small smile and a thank you. I pull the heavy soft blanket over my body up to my chin before taking a deep breath that transitions me into a deep sleep.

...

I wake up just at sunrise to see Florian asleep. He looks peaceful when he’s asleep. I look out the window watching the beautiful sky. It’s painted a mix of pink purple and yellow in the cleanest way.

I smile and stand up stretching my legs and back. There’s a big window at the back of the plane and I walk back there folding my arms just looking.

I feel arms around my waist and Florian’s hand slides up my neck to my jaw bringing my lips to his. I can’t help but kiss back now. This is so wrong but it feels so right.

I turn my body taking in his embrace and his hands go down to my butt giving it a light squeeze. He stops kissing me and walks away back to his seat. I watch his eyes close and I go sitting next to him. I lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and I lay on his chest drifting to sleep once again.

...

We are just getting off the plane in the warm climate of France. Considering it’s spring there’s a slight chill in the air making me put on a light jacket. Flo grabs our bags taking it to the car and the driver gets out. He looks like Flo honestly. Not as tall but still over 6 feet, green hazel eyes, pretty smile. The have a resemblance towards each other. Florian gives him a big hug with a laugh “how’ve you been?” The guy asks

“I’ve been good. This is Y/N. Y/N this is my brother Daniel” he opens his arms and I give him a big hug.

“Nice to meet you” he smiles

“Nice to meet you too”

“How’s China” he glances at me smiling

“She’s great” he nods

“Good well let’s not waste any time let’s go” he nods. I get in the backseat and I see a woman in the front. “Hi I’m Amelia” she introduces. Perfect skin, long legs, gorgeous blonde hair. She’s a model.

“Hi I’m Y/N” she smiles sweetly and turns around. Florian sits next to me and his brother gets in the driver seat as we pull off in the beautiful city of Paris. Or as I like to call it, Heaven.

As we go through I’m glued to the window tapping Flo’s thigh every time I see something cool like mimes, flowers, and even puppies. I notice Flo’s hand on my thigh and I want to move it so badly for the sake of just feeling bad but I can’t. This feels so good.

We arrive at the house shortly after and it’s huge to say the least. I get out and Daniel opens the trunk. I go to grab my bag and Florian smacks my hand. My jaw drops with a laugh emitting from both of us while Daniel and his wife walk by.

“I’ll get it” he says. He picks up my suitcase and his as well rolling both of them into the house. I’m still enjoying the exterior. An older gentleman comes out looking at me. I walk up to him and a huge smile spreads across his face. “Are you English?” His thick accent much like Flo’s emits through his perfect teeth.

“Close. American. I’m Y/N, Florian’s friend”

“No girlfriend?” His thick accent doesn’t stop the curiosity but still love coming from him.

“No she’s at home” I smile. He extends his arms pulling me in for a hug. He smells like teakwood and a little bit of backwoods.

“We have dinner tonight. You like goat?”

“Never tried it” I laugh. He wraps his arm around my shoulder walking me into his house “your house is beautiful”

“Thank you. Me and my wife built it when Daniel was born” he explains “from the ground up and this is one house I will never get rid of”

“I’m just in love with it” an older woman appears with broad shoulders and a disgusted look on her face staring right into my soul.

“Who this?” She asks pointing to me. I hate when people wave their fingers in my face it makes me wanna fight. But for her sake I’ll chalk it up to a culture difference.

“Diana this is Y/N Florian’s friend” his father speaks “oh my apologies my name is Emilio”

“You think you’re good enough for my son?”

“Excuse me?”

“Ma stop” Florian scolds “what the hell is wrong with you”

“I apologize she can be a handful sometimes. Which is why we’re separated” Emilio says to me. I can’t help but giggle and he shows me around more with Flo behind us.

...

I get out the steamy shower and a knock comes at my door. I open it slightly seeing its Florian dressed in a Nike tracksuit. I’m only in a towel and I smile at him. “Hey you look good” I step aside allowing him in and he shuts the door sitting on the bed.

“Thanks” he answers “you look better. I think my mom will love that” he laughs

“Funny” I smile sarcastically laughing to myself

“Y/N I’m sorry but I just can’t help myself when I’m around you. Every time even when all of us like me you and China are together I want to make you mine and I know that’s your best friend-“ I cut him off with a kiss. That’s that wrenching feeling inside of me knowing I’m going to hurt my best friend is strong. But my feelings for him are stronger. What we have built is too strong for me to just walk away.

“Let’s just have fun this weekend and we’ll see where to go from there” I reassure him. Florian slides his hand up my thigh dangerously close to my bare pussy. Before he moves any higher I push his hand away “I have to get ready”

“Alright alright” he stands up “just meet me downstairs” he kisses my head and I shut the door behind him. I sigh shaking my head ridding myself of the thought that betrays myself and my best friend the most. I go in my suitcase grabbing the short casual t-shirt dress I brought. It accentuates my curves but still is simple.

I grab some sandals sliding those on and snapping the strap to my ankle. I take one last look in the mirror before opening the door to his mother standing right in front of me. “Hi?” I respond in more of a question like tone

“Are you going to Florians fight in 2 days?” She asks

“I am” she rolls her eyes muttering something under her breath. “What was that?” I call out daring her to say it again. People, especially older people, need to realize respect isn’t given it’s earned and if you put me in a position where I have every right to disrespect you, then that’s that.

“Take your ass back on the plane and go home. My son doesn’t need you” Just then I hear Florian yell and he comes up the stairs.

“Let’s go Y/N” he grabs my hand but I yank it away too heated in the moment to understand he means good.

“Nah she wanna sit here and keep disrespecting me. I’ve had enough. Me and him aren’t-“ Florian picks me up taking me downstairs where he sets me down on my feet. His hands are still clad at my waist as I fume.

“I’m tired of her talking to me like she’s lost her gotdamn mind”

“Just don’t let her get to you. I’ll talk to her later tonight. Please” he begs. I sigh and he pulls me in for a tight hug. I take a deep breath of his cologne gathering my thoughts. I let go and walk in front of him to the kitchen earning a swat to my behind. I shake my head and we approach the table full of others. They all stare at me including his mother sitting at the end. I sit down and Flo sits next to me. The maids bring out an appetizer and it’s an orange soup. I grab my spoon taking a sip and it’s delicious.

“This is called a zuppa toscana” Emilio says “something my mother used to make me and my brothers all the time” he smiles. The family engulfs themselves in chatty conversations and I continue sipping on my soup. Flashbacks of the plane and Florian rubbing my pussy keep hitting me creating a waterfall in my panties. I can already feel their soaked through. I stretch my hand on his thigh lightly resting it there. Florian glances at me before going back to his food. I move my hand on top of his crotch rubbing lightly making a firm grip. I feel his thigh twitch and his hazel turn into a dark brown. I keep rubbing him through his pants feeling him harden. I keep rubbing until the chef comes out of the kitchen.

“The food is taking some time but it will be out shortly” the chef announces smiling.

“Perfect Y/N come with me” Florian grabs my hand dragging me with him throughout the house.

He opens the big glass door and lets me out first. I look around seeing we’ve entered a beautiful garden. “This is gorgeous” he shuts the door and grabs my hand not saying a word. Florian leads me through it to a bench in front of some flowers. I bite my lip and he wraps his hand around my throat sealing any space between us with a kiss. His hands move to my butt giving it a nice squeeze. I gasp feeling his tongue slip in my mouth. I feel dizzy and hot. I’m not sure who’s air I’m breathing anymore. He lets go and I suck in a breath of air as Florian sits on the bench. He pulls my dress off tearing off the thin fabric of my lace thong. He sits me on his lap and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I grind along his hard-on as he grips the back of my neck holding me in a powerful kiss. I lift my dress up pulling my underwear to the side while he unbuckles his pants. Florian lets out a big girthy dick and I watch as it pulsates and leaked with precum.

I grab ahold of it and glide myself onto him feeling his dick expand my walls gracefully. Once I’m fully on him Florian grabs my hips digging into them guiding me to ride him. This increases my pleasure somehow.

“I’ve waited for this for so long” he moans bucking my hips faster. I bounce my ass and my acrylics glide through his short hair. My breath is caught in my throat by how fast I’m going and how big he is. My hands move to his chest and I let out that first succulent moan. Florian rolls my hips faster attaching his lips to my neck heightening my pleasure. I claw at his chest hearing his deep voice rumble in my neck “I’ve wanted this tight pussy around my cock and in my mouth since I first met you”

My moans get louder hearing his vulgarity and my legs begin shaking from the pressure building in my center. Florian holds me down with one arm and his other hand snakes up to my mouth silencing my moans. Somehow this makes this rendezvous 10x hotter. He starts pounding me out from below and the only thing you can hear is skin slapping on skin and his low grunts and moans.

“Are you gonna cum on me?” I nod furiously trying to push away from his death grip. The pounding becoming too much “uh uh take this dick”

I have no choice but to sit there and take it. My entire body tensed and I begin my convulsions while gripping on the bottom of his shirt. He takes his hand off my mouth and I instantly move to his neck where loud moans are muffled in his shirt. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” I hop off to the best of my ability and get on my knees. I grab the base of his dick jerking it hard while sucking on the tip. Before I know it warm, bitterness is brought into my mouth while he grips the edge of the bench moaning. He’s gripping so hard that his knuckles are turning white.

“That’s my girl” I milk him dry and keep sucking until he’s begging me to stop. I come off his member with a pop and smile at him. Florian grabs my throat giving me a wet sloppy nasty kiss.

“You’re so nasty” he smiles “I love it”

I pull my dress down and discard my underwear in my bra. Florian fixes himself and I see the door open. It’s the chef.

“The food is ready. I was told you might be out here since it’s your favorite spot”

“Yes thank you. Just showing her the flowers” he extends his hand and I walk in front of him. The chef leaves the door open walking away and I giggle to myself thinking of what we just did. I’m gonna beat myself up later about it.

[romecardoso]

{chay suede, 29, cis man, he/him/his} || rômulo cardoso is a mutant with the ability of bogeyman physiology. they’ve been in new york for twenty-nine years where they spend most of their time as a bartender at the honey trap & drug dealer. when i think of them, i think of waking up before the sun has risen, tied up shoes hanging from a power line, laughter echoing across an empty parking lot. they are affiliated with the brotherhood. [eli, 24, she/her/hers, gmt-3] 

@c23intros

full name: rômulo cardoso nicknames: rome, romy gender: cis male, he/him sexuality: bisexual birthdate: april 15th languages: (brazilian) portuguese as a first language, english as second, dabbles in spanish species: mutant abilities: makes mean drinks, can cook, good at sports affiliation: brotherhood

alignment: chaotic neutral zodiac: aries positive traits: caring, loyal, humorous, a good addition to your haunted house next year negative traits: unforgiving, impulsive, self-centred, shit stirrer, gym rat physical traits: always has facial hair, usually seen with floppy curly brown hair but sometimes shaves it down, pretty buff, handful of tattoos, short king at 5'8 in his human form, though in his bogeyman form he's probably a little over 7 feet i'm sorry

BACKSTORY

TW: parental neglect.

rômulo's parents were never supposed to be more than a fling. he was born kicking and screaming into the arms of immigrant parents who were just trying to make the best of the american dream, and did not have the energy to care for a baby. still, they tried their best, at first. the couple split up when he was still just a baby, mom remarried, and they carried on co-parenting until he was about two years old.

at two, rômulo's father mysteriously disappears. not much is said and not much is done about this, rome's mother assumes he just ran away. by three years old, the first incident happens. his stepdad is playing with him in the living room, and rome shifts. later, a shaken up, mortified stepdad will explain to rômulo's mom that he swears he's seen their child turn into a seven-foot-tall monstrosity for a minute.

it keeps happening after that. whenever rômulo felt any grand emotion -- which was a lot of the time, considering he was a three-year-old --, he would shift and release the bogeyman creature inside of him. even if his mom and stepdad wanted to get used to the image of the flappy-skinned creature their son turned into, that only lasted a week before he learned how to shift into their worst nightmares. he thought it was kind of fun at first, to see his mother scream her lungs out after meeting with a monster around the corner. but it didn't feel like a good joke anymore when she was crying and cowering away, when he just wanted to hug her. at three, he didn't understand why his parents were so scared -- it was just him. to him, it was just a silly thing, no different than sticking his tongue out or clapping his hands.

his father was a mutant, as well as all of that side of the family. rômulo's mom was a human and knew this, but never paid that world any mind; since rome's dad had an invisible mutation, it was pretty easy to ignore. when living with her own son became unbearable, she turned to his father's family. the only person left from that side was tia esperança, a great-aunt, a recluse old lady who gracefully accepted to take in and raise rômulo herself.

tia esperança is rome's entire world. she was already old by the time she took him in when he was three, and she's now ancient, though she will never reveal her age if you ask. she is a hardcore anti-humans mutant, after growing up in a world unaccepting of her own abilities. she decided to raise rômulo to be the most unapologetic, chaotic thing the world has ever seen. she always believed in his powers' potential, and she always treated the bogeyman as his real form -- the human face was just a shell, a charade to trick others. it's still very common, to this day, for her to get mad at him if he shows up in her house with his human face on. funnily enough, he has never been able to find out what her biggest fear is, she has always been greeted with his default bogeyman shape.

so this is how he grew up. thinking so highly of himself-- abandoned by his parents, but at the same time, adored by tia esperança for the same thing that made others turn their back. it got beaten into him, how to love himself, how to put himself up on a pedestal. he grew up and into his powers, and he learned about how the world won't accept him because he is better than them. 

from the kid who learned he could get all the toys to himself by terrorising the other kids in the playground, to the man who doesn't take anything seriously anymore. rômulo, much like you would expect from a bogeyman, is a shit stirrer just for the sake of it. he doesn't go around scaring people often, if only because he's protective these days, but he takes great joy in freaking people out when he does. 

he never had many goals for an actual career in mind, and drug dealing just sort of happened to him, after hanging out with the right (or wrong) crew in high school. he's been dealing ever since, because it gives him good money. for the sake of doing something else with his time and for networking new clients, he also took up a job at the strip club, and he's been bartending for a while there. it's just dark enough in there that he can get away with excusing his slip-ups out of his human form, by the end of the nights. if someone starts blabbering about how they saw a monster, well -- that's enough vodka for you, terry!

CONNECTION IDEAS

tba ! 

[maxwell-grant]

Charlie Chan. Who is fascinating, because he was created explictly to be an anti-Yellow Peril character. Unlike most Chinese characters of the time, he's both intelligent, physically capable, and unambiguously heroic. In the novels, he's simultaneously proud of being Chinese AND proud of being an American citizen. He gives orders and instructions to white people, and the narrative treats this as perfectly normal and acceptable. There's a bit in the first book, when an attempt to trap the..(1/2)

(cont'd)There's a bit in the first book where an attempt to trap the protagonist fails, because a message supposedly from Charlie clearly isn't because Charlie's English isn't broken, it's like poetry. Etc. The movies made him more stereotypical, & played by white actors in yellowface, but still, he's a heroic Chinese man, who is as capable and patriotic as any white man. Nowadays, he's thought of as racist caricature. Which he is, but still, it makes one think.

I'm not nearly as acquainted with Charlie Chan as you are (and I definitely suspected he was less racist in the original books because that's nearly always the norm when it comes to pulp characters) but yeah, that "Which he is" is forever going to be the most unfortunate and saddest part of it all when it comes to Charlie Chan. For all the virtues that can be bestowed on Charlie Chan, for everything great that the character had going for him and inspired, the fact that the least offensive image of the character I could find to put here for illustration's sake is from the Hanna-Barbera cartoon kinda exemplifies the big elephant in the room when it comes to Charlie.

Charlie Chan is a great example of two things: One is the way progress is never a fixed quantity and often what was progressive and forward-thinking in it's time can become something outdated and backwards and downright offensive given enough time, and the 2nd is my constant stressing that this is all the more incentive to reclaim the pulps and either highlight or fix aspects of them, instead of dismissing every aspect of them based on the preconception that everything about it's history is unforgivably bigoted and must be handled with the nuance of a sledgehammer.

I stress time and time again the need to highlight and understand the prejudices that went into pulps, because either ignoring them or wielding them as a weapon to attack them does no favors to anyone. The pulps weren't exceptionally bigoted - look at literally any medium in it's time period and you'll find bigotry and prejudice and hatred - and they were exceptional in the number of POC heroes and heroines. Pulps were a medium of experimentation and cheap entertainment that gave way to much, much more varied kinds of protagonists than were permitted in films, serials, novels, comics and radio serials of the day. Imagine if no one was allowed to bring up and discuss superheroes without mentioning the Superman Slap-a-Jap posters or the Captain Marvel story so horrifingly racist it was recounted by an American ambassador after it deeply offended a friend's son and a major influence on the 1950s anti-comic trials. "Pulp fiction had deeply, unforgivingly racist depictions that deserve intense scrutiny and cannot be ignored" and "Pulp fiction was significantly ahead of every other medium at the time in regards to authors and editors striving to publish stories about heroic POCs, this cannot be dismissed and is something that needs to be perpetuated" are not exclusive facts. "A product of it's time" is not an excuse and never was, but it's a fact nevertheless.

Every time someone speaks favorably of Charlie Chan in any capacity, they have to start with a long preface of everything positive that the character had going for him. Yes, he's a deliberate subversion of the Yellow Peril, he's a heroic protagonist, he's plump and good-natured and humorous but far from a joke, he's friendly and pleasant and well-educated and wise, he's a good dad and family man and a terrifically sharp detective who's so good at his job he gets called to solve crimes all over the world, and none of these traits are apparent to people who have to google the character and repeteadly see a white man in awful make-up into every single image of the character, who watch the movies and cringe at the broken English. It's hardly relevant in the face of all the Asian-American critics who acknowledge the character's virtues but rightfully point out that this fortune-cookie spouting caricature, acting subservient to whites and whose virtues are based around his proximity to a white American ideal, doesn't represent them and they shouldn't pretend it does.

Which isn't to say that to like Charlie Chan is "wrong", a lot of East Asians love Charlie and the character's obviously got fans in Asian Americans. It's a complicated subject and I obviously cannot begin to vouch in a subject so heavily based around perceptions I cannot experience. And I deeply detest the idea of speaking for others on their particular experiences on this kind of matter, which is something Americans do a lot everytime they talk about representation in media.

So instead, I'm going to tackle this on a roundabout manner by going on an unrelated tangent to bring up an example of representation that isn't quite representative of what it's supposed to be, has a lot of issues that have been dissected by critics among the people it was supposed to represent, and none of that stopped the character from being popular and beloved and from being claimed anyway. And it's a Brazilian fighting game character, which means it's completely within my ballpark.

Yeah, obviously Blanka doesn't look like anyone who lives in Brazil (whatever resemblance he bears to redheaded jungle protectors of Brazilian folklore is purely accidental). Obviously neither Jimmy nor Blanka are Brazilian names or even exist in the Portuguese lexicon. Obviously there are issues in Street Fighter's approach to representation across the board, sure, and I'd actually say Laura is much worse than Blanka in that regard (again, my opinion, obviously not universal), but the fact remains that Blanka is and has always been pretty controversial. Obviously there's Brazilians who took offense to Blanka and they weren't wrong to do so, and I obviously do not speak for everyone here, that goes without saying.

Obviously the idea that Brazil's major representative in a global cast of characters, the first big name Brazilian character in videogames, is going to be a freakish jungle monster who roars and bites faces has problems, as is the fact that all the others get to be regular people representing fighting styles from their countries while Blanka doesn't. None of the Brazilian SF characters represent Capoeira, which is kinda shitty to be honest. And there's a whole stereotype of Brazil as a backwards land of beasts and savages that Blanka's creation played into. There's no shortage of ground to criticize Blanka's representation and Ono actually apologized in an interview once, but then he learned one teensy little thing:

Street Fighter is very popular on Brazil. Would you like to leave a message to the fans from there?

"Ono: Yes, I'm aware. At the time of Street Fighter II a lot of the arcade machines produced went there, so I knew we had lots of fans there. A message to Brazilians, well, I'd like to apologize. I know Blanka's a weird character and I don't want any Brazilian to feel uncomfortable with that.

When Blanka was conceived, we knew there were forests in Brazil, and so we thought he could look like that. I was actually kinda nervous knowing I'd meet Brazilian journalists. Still, this is the first Street Fighter in ten years, so we'd like all fans to play, including Brazilians, which are many.

Thanks. Well, but you should know that Brazilians love Blanka

"Ono: Ah, good! I was scared of getting beat up if I ever went to São Paulo! (laughs)"

(That's from a 2012 tv special called The Greatest Brazilian of All Time where over a million viewers voted to elect whoever they wanted, and Blanka was going to win. He was polling ahead of Aryton Senna and PELÉ, fucking Pelé, yes this happened. He wasn't even disqualified for being a cartoon character, it was an open poll, he was disqualified due to canon stating he had been born in Thailand, which I think may have been retconned since then. Again, A MILLION BRAZILLIANS voted for this contest, and Blanka was going to win.)

Blanka is great and sweet and lovable, he made the best out of the incredible shitty hands fate dealt him and became a cool and strong green man who shoots lightning and flies, a self-taught warrior who rides whales and planes to fighting tournaments, and he loves his mom and friends and kicks ass and after he's done he dances in joy and gives the kids of his village piggyback rides, and Brazil loves him. He doesn't represent any existing person or fighting style, he's rooted in a negative stereotype and incorrect assumptions, he's not even really Brazilian, and he's our boy and nobody can take him away from us.

No criticism of Blanka, no matter how in-depth or even right it is, is ever going to affect that, because regardless of what was wrong or misguided and offensive about him, we claimed him and loved him so throughly that Capcom kept playing up Brazilian representation in every subsequent game post Alpha, and because of Blanka's impact and reception in such a big game, Brazilian characters have become a staple of fighting games, and that's how we got much more diverse representatives in those games. Fighting games have more Brazilian representation than LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE on media not produced here. It started as BAD representation, with way less thought put into it than Charlie Chan, and it still mattered to a lot of Brazilians who reclaimed it and made it better than it was ever intended to be, and as a response to it, it gradually became better. 

Progress is not a fixed quantity, it's an uphill battle, and it's not unwinnable. Everything's gotta start somewhere.

The Good Asian is a ongoing comic that I think does the best job I've seen yet of handling an Asian American detective protagonist, which is not really a high bar in the first place, and more to the point, The Good Asian illustrates the 2nd part: the reclaiming. The Good Asian deals a lot with the realities that a 1930s Asian-American detective would run into, the strained circumstances and relationships between said character and the world around him, because it's born from an author who took a look at Charlie Chan and Mr Moto and the like and recognized the potential in those stories that could not be fulfilled in it's time period by the people writing said stories. 

The Good Asian pays little reverence to Charlie Chan, but it acknowledges that it cannot exist without Charlie Chan, and it reclaims the Charlie Chan premise at the hands of someone more adequately equipped to tell a gripping story that goes places none of Charlie's contemporaries would ever go. Regardless of how good or bad of representation Charlie Chan was, Charlie Chan mattered and was beloved and inspired a better example for others to improve on or rebel against.

I desperately wish that I could google Charlie Chan without having to look at a guy in yellowface, and the ONLY way that's going to happen is if the character ever gets meaningfully brought back and reclaimed for good by people who can meaningfully tackle the character and present him as he should have always been presented.

And then, I imagine it would be a lot easier to show people on how swell Charlie really is. A true, positive role model and hero, who no longer has to look like a gross cartoon to be able to exist at all. Who can finally be what he was always meant to be, and always was deep down.

[heartfucksmouth]

what is my dash today??

disappointing. that's what it is.

anyways, I spent half the day yesterday gluing back together a small blue and white ceramic dish from Finland that myles knocked off the counter. his mom used it as an ashtray for her pipe and they just got back from vacation last night.

it was almost dry and I was going to glue the two halves together today and I came out for coffee and noticed the clamps and elastic and everything else was on the table but the dish was gone. pretty sure his mom threw it away. oh. okay. guess I did all that for fucking nothing. I would have used it?

they are so fucking white-bread-white-conservative. just... so wasteful and lazy and ODD??? idk I've never seen people function this way, it's strange and infuriating to my soul.

like. I thought they would put veggie and fruit scraps in this Tupperware bc they composted (that's what I would do!) but HAHAHA no, they do it so the trash doesn't stink. they still bag it up and throw it out when it's full. THEY HAVE A GARDEN!!! they buy full-size plants and stick them in the ground. sigh. they've NEVER SAVED A SEED IN THEIR LIFE! girl, what are you doing. the amount of money you'd save. and the cooking. the cooking. but they insist they know better. okay. they think it's "so cute" that I tie my hair up so my curls dry better. just. weird shit. I've never felt so othered in my life - and I'm still considered white, but I have mixed heritage.

the racism-lite is ever present too. myles is thankfully not like them and neither was his brother. I texted myles bc I could hear our new neighbors across the street speaking Spanish and was like 😬 your parents are gonna love this! I'm gonna speak more Spanish just to irritate them. (I'm holding a grudge bc when we were in NH they very clearly left a swimming spot upon arrival bc of "salsa people" (almost everyone was of some Latin descent and speaking a different language and I was FURIOUS at them for being so blatantly racist. I can't believe myles had to utter the words "yeah, my parents won't go in the same water as them" UM GUESS THEY WONT GO IN THE POOL WITH ME THEN oh but I speak English and was born here.) They're the same way with Black people. if they're conservative and "white enough" they'll be nice enough to them though.

they suck the life out of this house. me and myles had such a nice weekend, just us and the dogs. they came home and the vibe went flat and dead.

wish I could get my own fucking place with myles and zazu but everything is shit and expensive. I'd rather leave the fucking country at this point.

it gets to the point where I get sick of watching TV/movies with only white people/English is spoken and I physically need to feed my soul something else. I have a Spanish (it might be Brazilian-Portuguese actually?) radio station saved in my pre-sets in my car bc I SIMPLY DONT WANT TO HEAR AMERICAN ENGLISH ANYMORE. this isn't to get a cookie lmao, I think I just get to a point where I'm furious and fed up because I haven't had to deal with this level of conservative republican mindset and be unable to escape it.

anyways whatever whatever I'm gonna go workout. which is me lifting a full water bottle bc EDS - but it's working!

[westrangecollectionkoalaposts]

Carlos headcanon (parents, early life, how he got involved in a guerrilla and how umbrella took him so easy).

First of all: Capcom will probably never reveal his real nationality, but let’s use the logic, starting with his first name “Carlos”

According to IBGE (in English: The Brazilian Institute of Geography and Statistics) the first name “Carlos” is the 5° most popular name in Brazil.

And about his surname “Oliveira”, well, that is a Portuguese surname, and guess what country colonized Brazil? Exactly Portugal. I also found a search made by a Brazilian site (super.abril if anyone want to see it) which said that “Oliveira” is the 3° most common surname in Brazil.

Now let’s see what is canon: he is South American (America is a continent, just to remember), and a native American descendent, which means: he is mixed. Brazil is one of, if not the most mixed country in the world.

Okay the headcanon:

His mom is from Rio Grande do Sul, descendent of Portuguese, German, Italian and Black.

His father is from Mato Grosso, descendent of Portuguese (the Oliveira surname!), native american, black, french and Italian.

His parents meet each other in Brasilia (Brazil's federal capital), they got married and some years later Carlos was born.

He has his mom's hair and his father’s skin color, his facial and body features came from both of them.

At a young age, his parents divorced, his mom took him and moved to Rio de Janeiro.

As a young teenager, his mom, who he had a strong bond, died, victim of armed robbery while coming back to home after work.

Carlos never had any strong relationship with his father after the divorce, and little or no contact with his mom's family, who lived far away in a other state, so he lived alone after his mom's death.

Some neighbors, friends of his mom tried to took care of him for awhile, waiting for some of his relatives take him, but none of they come.

He would always put himself in dangerous situations, but also had the ability to get out of any with only superficial injuries.

His abilities impressed a guy, who was the leader of the Brazilian division of a latin american communist guerrilla group (there were divisions about it to every country), this guy convinced and manipulated Carlos to join on his group.

Carlos was in a complicated moment on his life, lonely, his mom's friends gave up from him, suffering violence by consequence of the situations he had put himself, so he got convinced that “the ends justify the means”, and joined to this group.

He traveled by the whole Latin America, making part of that terrorist attacks and bank assaults, this also made him become fluent in Spanish and learn some few words in English.

Carlos was always scaled for the most dangerous missions, and he also was always one of the few people that came back alive.

He kept living like that until day of the assault on the biggest bank of Brazil, in São Paulo, got wrong.

On this day instead of placing bombs, contain the security guards, or even be one of the last ones to stay there so the group could get out with the money in safety, he was told to watch the hostages while the bombs were placed.

While doing this he got distracted with a woman trying to calm down her little son, who didn’t stop crying, at certain moment one of his “colleagues” got angry at the woman and kid, Carlos intervened, so two of his “colleagues” took him to a different room, they discussed and even fight, what stopped the fight was the sound of shoots coming from the same place where the hostages and the bombs where being placed, one if the colleagues went to this place, then the two man in the room hear screams with the shoots, both of the man got close to the door, then there is a suddenly sound of a explosion.

The two man were hurled to the wall, Carlos had only a few injuries and bruises, most came from the fight, his “colleague” who was practically in hall had several third degrees burns, at the end he died.

Carlos got arrested, in jail he had time to think about what happened, he finally realized he was being manipulated during this whole time, during nights he would wakeup with the innocent hostages screams, and the image of the little boy on his mother’s arms.

In one day he received a visitation, a U.B.C.S recruiter holding in one of his hands a large amount of papers, with every single crime that Carlos with that guerrilla had committed in different countries, and in the other hand a U.B.C.S service contract and a promise that all of those papers would disappear if Carlos join to them and his records would become clean.

Carlos joined to U.B.C.S with the hope of redeem his past and honor his mom memory.

In U.B.C.S he got fluent in English at the point that he would talk exactly like a native-speaker, he also improved his abilities and grown his muscles.

And then happened all that shit in Raccoon City.

Here is a map of Brazil, to people see where each state are:

[ripleyfm]

              ･ﾟ☀   good   morning   to   everyone   except   those   who   hate   on   legend   of   korra   !   skskskks   i’m   teddy   ,   i’m   a   lil   ole   baby   swinging   back   into   the   rpc   heart   emojis   a   -   blazing   !   this   is   my   lil   sunflower   chaos   seeker   known   as   ripley   ,   a   newer   muse   for   me   but   i’m   really   excited   to   flesh   her   out   here   with   some   extra   spooky   elements   .   i   have   a   god   awful   sense   of   humor   and   too   much   enthusiasm   for   angst   so   tbh   ?   come   get   y��all   PLOTTIN   JUICE   to   distract   me   from   thirsting   over   avatar   kyoshi   !  disc / ord is @𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 !#6439 since i’ll be mobile for the afternoon !

* [ bruna marquezine + cis female + she / her ] —— have you met tallulah ripley ? they are a twenty-two year old senior currently studying biology & music theory. they live on decker house, and word around campus is that this leo is vibrant + gregarious, as well as hedonistic + philophobic. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. trailing sand in on the hardwood with bare feet , running late to meetings ( and asking forgiveness with a mere flash of a grin ) , tucking a greta van fleet album among the family collection of concierto classics .

EDIT : wanted and current connections can be found here ! 

youngest   of   four   ,   born   into   an   old   money   surname   ,   her   mother ,  an  international   student  from  sao  paolo  ,  brazil  ,  and  american   father   meet   as   competing   pianists   at   holloway   ,   falling   in   love   ,   marrying   ,   and   beginning   the   next   generation   of   the   ripley   virtuosos   soon   after   graduation   .   her   childhood   is   privileged   and   uneventful   ,   strict   and   stifling   as   early   as   she   can   remember   ,   tallulah   causing   trouble   enough   as   if   to   make   up   for   her   perfectly   behaved   siblings   .

her   father   becomes   one   of   the   most   prolific   modern   composers   of   his   time   ,   and   splits   his   efforts   between   composition   and   teaching   music   theory   at   julliard   as   his   wife   continues   performances   as   a   famed   pianist   .   though   her   siblings   branch   out   into   other   instruments   ,   tallulah   is   the   only   one   stubborn   enough   to   weather   the   callouses   on   her   fingers   ,   figuring   if   she’s   going   to   be   forced   to   play   an   instrument   of   any   type   ,   it’ll   at   least   be   something   she   likes   .   thus   ,   the   only   stringed   instrument   in   the   ripley   household   becomes   hers   as   she   takes   on   the   cello   by   storm   .

practicing   cello   is   perhaps   the   only   thing   lu   truly   commits   herself   to   —   charming   and   sociable   as   she   may   be   ,   her   selectiveness   with   her   efforts   makes   her   sluggish   with   schoolwork   as   if   to   give   her   family   a   hard   time   .   her   siblings   ,   all   honor   scholars   and   first   chairs   at   their   respective   instruments   ,   pick   on   her   for   her   unmotivated   wild   child   ways   at   the   encouragement   of   her   mother   .   the   only   person   who   takes   the   time   to   sit   with   tallulah   and   keep   her   on   track   is   her   ever   -   tired   (   but   endlessly   generous   )   father   .

her   world   is   turned   upside   down   her   freshman   year   when   her   father’s   occasional   stumble   turns   into   a   more   regular   struggle   to   keep   his   balance   ,   an   ultimate   diagnosis   of   a   degenerative   disease   rattling   their   family   as   they   know   it   .   tallulah   ,   wild   and   only   tamed   by   the   kindness   of   one   man   ,   starts   acting   out   in   an   effort   to   ignore   the   world   around   her   .   the   rift   between   herself   and   her   family   only   multiplies   when   she   discovers   her   mother   having   an   affair   as   her   father’s   health   continues   to   decline   .

he   passes   away   on   a   vacation   he   and   tallulah   take   to   the   ripley   summer   beach   house   ,   something   they   had   done   to   have   some   quiet   time   together   away   from   the   judgement   of   her   siblings   .   having   to   be   the   one   to   break   the   news   to   the   family   ,   she   feels   herself   shut   down   and   lose   whatever   desire   she   had   left   to   live   the   perfect   life   her   mother   and   siblings   tried   to   force   on   her   .

she   starts   going   almost   exclusively   by   her   surname   ,   making   it   into   holloway   more   as   a   favor   to   her   family’s   generous   donations   to   the   music   program   than   on   grades   .   she’s   barely   hanging   on   by   her   involvement   in   the   university’s   symphonic   orchestra   ,   where   she’s   a   first   chair   cellist   that   shows   up   late   to   every   damn   rehearsal   and   somehow   can   cold   sightread   well   enough   to   piss   everyone   off   ksksksk   .

given   this   ,   she’s   only   minoring   in   music   theory   to   stay   in   the   orchestra   ,   and   partially   to   feel   close   to   her   dad   .   though   her   dream   is   to   write   music   scores   for   films   ,   she’s   majoring   in   biology   to   have   a   respectable   backup   plan   .   if   she   can’t   do   music   forever   ,   she’ll   disappear   onto   a   beach   somewhere   in   costa   rica   and   be   a   marine   biologist   and   never   be   heard   from   again   lmao

PERSONALITY   :   ripley   is   happiest   shotgunning   a   white   claw   before   piling   into   the   squad   car   and   calling   aux   immediately   !   loves   her   friends   and   sees   her   circle   as   found   family   that   she   would   do   anything   for   .   

she’s   laid   back   and   observant   ,   one   of   the   quieter   in   the   group   as   she   tries   to   suss   you   out   but   is   the   first   to   approach   a   newbie   and   act   as   if   you’ve   been   friends   for   ages   .   she   makes   an   active   effort   to   not   judge   others   on   the   basis   of   first   impressions   and   tends   to   be   rather   open   minded   when   meeting   others   ,   which   makes   her   a   sort   of   universal   friend   -   to   -   all   ;   given   this   ,  when  wronged  ,  she’s   a   stubborn   little   shit   and   though   she   wont   let   them   live   rent   free   in   that   headspace   ,   she’ll   go   full   send   to   making   sure   they’re   aware   they   don’t   exist   to   her   !  

she   hates   petty   drama   and   tends   to   skirt   most   responsibility   by   sweet   -   talking   her   way   out   of   things   ,   giving   the   impression   that   she   can   be   lazy   or   unmotivated   .   this   is   true   to   some   extent   ,   such   as   with   her   grades   or   her   timeliness   ,   but   those   who   strike   the   right   balance   will   see   a   side   of   ripley   that   is   laser   focused   ,   whether   its   drunken   ramblings   about   the   brilliance   of   the   chord   progressions   on   fleetwood   mac’s   rumors   or   an   astute   observation   about   the   emotion   behind   a   certain   cello   movement   .   though   she   prefers   to   skip   the   hard   thinking   and   just   enjoy   the   moment   ,   ripley’s   admittedly   a   clever   girl   ,   simply   needing   the   right   push   to   unlock   her   truest   potential   .  

she’s   incredibly   relaxed   (   sometimes   a   bit   too   much   for   the   preference   of   some   )   and   tends   to   try   and   avoid   over   -   complicating   issues   in   order   to   not   have   to   face   them   .   especially   considering   the   infidelity   of   her   mother   ,   ripley   is   a   staunch   believer   that   relationships   are   a   waste   of   time   and   is   the   annoying   bitch   who   argues   that   being   in   love   is   a   scam   made   up   by   the   simps   to   feel   valid   !  

acts   as   if   she   isn’t   FULL   of   feelings   and   emotions   24/7   n   listens   to   emo   70’s   power   ballads   when   the   person   she   likes   doesnt   confess   their   love   for   her   under   the   moonlight   like   they   were   supposed   to   in   her   fantasy   …….   smh   .   she’s   too   busy   trying   to   be   ~cool   and   effortless~   that   she   sometimes   sabotages   the   things   that   would   bring   her   the   most   happiness   ,   then   blaming   herself   in   a   vicious   cycle   that   just   leaves   her   trying   to   distract   herself   w   crazy   antics   to   avoid   focusing   on   her   feelings   .

RANDOM BLURBS :    hates   men   n   regrets   all   attraction   to   them   .   thinks   all   women   r   too   good   for   her   .   convinced   she   will   be   a   useless   bisexual   forced   2   be   forever   alone

plays   guitar   as   a   mental   break   from   cello   and   loves   it   .   i’m   still   deciding   a   vc   for   her 

knows   the   beaches   in   maine   are   cold   af   but   wants   to   go   every   weekend   anyways

drives   the   most   impractical   soft   shell   jeep   which   sucks   in   the   east   coast   wind   and   snow   and   yet   it   is   somehow   exactly   an   embodiment   of   Her   Brand tm

like   5′9   tall   and   hates   wearing   real   people   shoes   she   said   berks   or   nOTHIN

wishes   she   could   go   vegan   but   is   so   bad   at   keeping   track   of   her   meals   she’d   forget   instantly   and   down   a   20   pack   of   chicken   nugget

too   mellow   &   apathetic   to   be   a   chaotic   neutral   but   too   adventurous   to   be   a   true   neutral   so   she   lives   somewhere   in   that   lawless   grey   space   skskskks

acts   REAL   california   for   someone   who   grew   up   exclusively   on   the   east   coast   ....   hm   .....   🤔

grew  up  disconnected  from  brazilian  culture  due  to  her  mom's  whitewashing  and  she  resents  it  greatly  .  can  understand  scattered  portuguese  but  took  spanish  in  high  school  so  that's  as  close  to  the  language  as  she'll  get  .  wants  to  take  lessons  online  tho  !

inspos r lila from umbrella academy , wynonna earp , beverly marsh from it , michelle manlon from derry girls , korra from lok , adora from she ra and the pop ,  and that ugly yellow overtone used in outer banks  💖 skskskks 

[undcrgrovnd]

( barbie ferreira / cis woman ) ALINE RIBEIRO is 23 years old and is a SOPHOMORE at thales university. SHE is majoring in COMPUTER SCIENCE and is known for being THE HACKER as SHE can be RESOURCEFUL and DARING as well as DISTRUSTFUL and CALLOUS. every time i see SHE, SHE reminds me of RIPPED FISHNETS WITH SCUFFED UP BOOTS, THE GLOW OF A COMPUTER SCREEN IN THE NIGHT, BARED TEETH IN A SNARL. 

im back w my third character.... the goth gf herself aline.......

full name: aline maria ribeiro 

birthdate: october 30, 1997

age: 23

gender: cisgender woman

pronouns: she/her

zodiac: scorpio

nationality: brazilian-american

ethnicity: white latina

hometown: cambridge, massachusetts

languages: english, basic spanish, basic portuguese

family:

maria ribeiro, biological mother

antonia ribeiro, older half sister

diane browning, foster mother 

keith browning, foster father

elijah browning, foster brother

orientation: bisexual biromantic

religion: atheist

height: 5 ft 6 in

distinguishing features: lips, eyebrows

character inspo: penelope garcia, jessica jones

triggers: drugs, addiction, overdosing, abandonment

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

ADDICTION AND OVERDOSE MENTION

aline is born the second daughter in cambridge, massachusetts to a mom who spends more time on drugs than her children. for the longest time, it was simply aline and her older half sister, antonia, her protector. she doesn’t know who her father is, neither are in the picture. 

it’s not the easiest upbringing, they’re not completely penniless but her mother’s disease quickly is taken note of when she overdoses, leaving aline and antonia to find her, she survives, but eventually, her and her sister are taken by a social worker, entering the foster system. 

END MENTION

they did their best to keep them together, at first, there were a couple of homes that would allow them to stay, but it never lasted long, aline had a bit of an attitude problem, a proclaimed ‘troubled’ kid, and almost always was the reason they couldn’t deal. it was almost as if she was testing their foster parents, pushing their limits to how far she can take it. she’ll commit petty crimes, vandalize things, etc. etc. 

eventually, her and her sister are separated, much to her chagrin-- she lost her shit truthfully, gave her more incentive to act out, she’d run away a few times in order to go look for her. the one time she finds her, she looks happy. like she belongs in the family. aline doesn’t return after that. 

she’s passed around homes for awhile, always finding a way to make things difficult, but when she’s thirteen, she meets a family that is surprisingly patient with her. they understand she’s been through enough. but her anger is deep, and it burns. it’s hard for it to get away from it. however, she receives her first laptop, and she quickly becomes enthralled. 

throughout her highschool career, she’s quickly become known as the person you go to if you want shit to happen electronically-- known by her nickname vixen, she hacks into various settings, school, work, you name it, she can do it. It’s not hard, and she gets paid a pretty penny to do so.  

she graduates from high school with no prospects in mind, no want to go to college, instead joins the work force in a shitty minimum wage job, enough to keep her parents off her back. between that and the hacking, she’s saved enough to be able to move out of her parents house. 

what pushes her to apply for college is the idea that she can do more with a degree, and while she loves hacking, she definitely thinks she can earn more. so she gets a scholarship to thales, and eventually ends up enrolling at 21/22. 

she met nana at a party and automatically thought she was absolutely full of shit, and if she had half a mind, she’d probably have blackmailed her, however, they had a mutual disdain towards one another. steven, however, used her services quite often, for various ghoul gang activities and whatnot

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

it’s not that aline is unfriendly, but she’s definitely has her walls up, she’s not the most trusting person and therefore comes off as brisk and paranoid to many people she meets. she takes pride in her work, but wants to keep it on the downlow for obvious reasons because the work she does is never exactly legal. if you are friends with her, she’s loyal to a fault, and if you break her trust, you’re practically dead to her. she has an angry streak, not one she often acts on anymore, but when she’s overwhelmed or anxious it manifests into frustration, which on occasion, pushes people away. she’s just a little broken, but that’s okay-- she’s not a bad person, she wants to help. 

𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

has full sleeve tattoos on both side, they’re mostly not cohesive just random tattoos that fill up her arms, also has tats on her chest and thighs 

used to get into fights a lot as a teen but not as much anymore 

listens to mostly women rappers and punk music 

will hack shit for money and does it often, pretty lucrative, not above blackmail 

smokes cigarettes, weed, etc., does a lot of recreational drugs as well 

bisexual and a disaster because that’s just a common trait among my characters, has been in a few relationships but none that have lasted very long 

can find her a lot in her room on her computers, has a huge set up with multiple screens etc. 

doesn’t really care about any of this shit going on? genuinely she’s sad about steven she guesses but like... not her business 

drives a shitbox car with a billion bumper stickers on the back of it, she calls it ‘the fuck wagon’

has a hairless (sphynx) cat named marty 

parties on occasion but honestly not that big of a fan of crowds or most people 

goth gf? goth gf 

has a septum piercing, multiple ear piercings, her nipples pierced uhhh 

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

best friend

someone who’s come to her for hacking expertise (can be multiple people) 

fwb 

exes 

someone she’s fought? 

a crush 

roommates! 

someone she’s fucked over thru hacking 

someone she doesn’t trust 

someone she’s surprisingly soft for 

big sister/little sibling energy 

[livnonstop]

[ CAMILA MENDES | 27 | WOMAN ] OLIVIA DE SOUSA is working at NEW BANGS? you’d think SHE would have it together by now but SHE can be SARCASTIC and GUARDED, which counters how EMPATHETIC and HUMOROUS SHE is. i think SHE wanted to be a FAMOUS ACTRESS when SHE were/was younger, so i don’t know what happened.

name: olivia marisol de sousa nicknames: oli ( although she hates this one to pieces ) liv ( preferred ) birthdate: october 13 age: twenty-seven (27) place of birth: scottsdale arizona family: mother ( marissa de sousa [nee: pereira], father ( tomas de sousa, satan little brother (FIRST NAME DE SOUSA), little sister (FIRST NAME DE SOUSA) gender: cis-female ; she/her pronouns height: 5′2″ ( but in heels she’s a decent 5′5.5″ to 5′6″ ) sexual orientation: bisexual romantic orientation: biromantic diagnoses: high functioning anxiety zodiac: capricorn with insanely too many sag placements in her chart social class: kind of broke? but i mean, getting by. current location: minneapolis occupation: hair stylist

languages spoken.

english, portugese, spanish (conversational and a bit further), italian (conversational), french (a combined possible three sentences thanks to school)

wins / losses.

(+) caring, loyal, empathetic, good listener, humorous, great with advice, kind, loves to laugh, tells decent dad jokes. (-) sarcastic, flirtatious, guarded, doesn’t always speak about her problems or emotions, too giving in a sense, sometimes self deprecating, pessimistic.

fun facts.

- licensed cosmetologist but the bane of her existence has got to be doing highlights because simply, foils bore her and its so many!!!! - fell asleep during her SATs. still got a score of 2140. - in this cruel world of Backstreet Boys vs *NSYNC, she listens to both but is the future Mrs. Timberlake. - wants to live like Lisa Turtle or Kelly Kapowski, but is kind of too broke to do so. - has a small stature but will eat you out of a house and home

bio.

There's only so much a girl like Olivia talks about, or maybe in her case, only so much she doesn't want to talk about.

LIFE BEFORE SCOTTSDALE

Born in Cincinnati, OH to two Brazilian-American parents, the oldest of three kids, Olivia Marisol De Sousa was bought into the world in the dead middle of fall, October 13th. Her big wide eyes instantly made her a daddy's girl. Dad, Tomas De Sousa, was a construction worker while mom, Marissa De Sousa, worked at a hotel as a manager. The two met while in high school and kind of hated each other to the ends of the earth before finding love with each other as they became older adults. Olivia was the result of make up sex after a huge fight. Still, the parents loved her like no other, because she was the reason they worked harder to keep the family together. Two years later, Olivia's little brother was bought into the world, which made Olivia cry.

She wasn't the sole child that were to get all the attention from her parents anymore.

The sibling rivalry was heavy in the first seven years of Olivia's life, she had to one up her little brother, Jeremy, in every way possible. Just when she thought she had the competition won, her little sister was conceived and was due any time now. Olivia and her little brother, once sworn sibling enemies (yeah okay, drastic much Liv?) became allies. It was short lived once all the kids lived together harmoniously.

They had no other choice but to since life was about to change.

Olivia was twelve when she heard her mother scream at her father. "Maybe if you learned how to keep you dick in your pants and out of other whores' vaginas, you wouldn't have gotten caught and try to blame me for you being the piece of shit you re right now!" The screaming went on forever it felt, followed by a slam of the door and huffing. On one side, she heard her mother sobbing, the other she heard her father's footsteps pace around the house. Olivia couldn't do much, her younger siblings were crying and her being the responsible sister had to protect them because over the course of time, family became important.

Olivia also decided to take out her iPad she had gotten the year before and go incognito to google everything she heard from her parents. It led her to a discovery of naked figures, moaning, pleasure. How could her father be yelled at if it looked like it was such a good thing? Then she realized he wasn't doing this with mom, but with other women. That's when her heart broke for her mother even more.

At age thirteen, Olivia wasn't like the other girls in her class. She wore glasses because her eyesight was shit, baggy clothes because she still hadn't developed. Her hair was a frizzy mess, god she was a mess. Still, she craved to be touched like the girls she often watched at night with headphones on. Other girls in her class had been kissed, guys she hung around boasted about touching boobs and getting hard and she wished she had a guy to compliment about her. Still, the self-proclaimed ugly duckling didn't realize the best and the worst was about to come.

That summer, when she finally got boobs, her parents filed for divorce. Tomas was seeing some girl and Marissa was planning to move with the kids far, far away.

LIFE IN SCOTTSDALE

Marissa, Olivia and her younger siblings all moved to Scottsdale, AZ in August of 1985. The family started over on the west coast which bothered the children more than Marissa. Marissa easily found a job at another hotel as a manager and made more money than when they were in Ohio. That's when Olivia decided to make changes to herself.

Once the young girl started high school, her whole outlook on life and how she looked changed. She started wearing makeup and better fitting clothes, her feet always in heeled shoes for added height, glasses no longer a thing for her since she wore contact lenses. Olivia De Sousa from Ohio didn't exist in this world, oh no. Once people began to comment on how pretty her skin was or how amazing her hair looked, things and who she used to be didn't exist.

Her first boyfriend was also her first hookup, named Darren Price. She was fifteen and he just turned seventeen. They were short lived, which didn't bother Liv at all. She was young, she was beautiful. This was just the tip of iceberg for her; the world is her oyster and she was a pretty shiny pearl.

That same year she dated a girl named Irene, who was the really pretty girl (almost as pretty as she was if you asked Olivia) and it was her first time with a female. It certainly wouldn't be the last in her lifetime. The two girls were a whirlwind of fun and secret hookups in places they should definitely have been arrested in but again, short lived.

When Olivia became a junior in high school, the beautiful Brazilian found herself in a taboo relationship; she was hooking up with her history teacher, Mr. Garland. He was a rather young teacher, one with a wandering eye on the girl toward the back of his class with a pen resting on her lips, bedroom eyes and always showing a bit more skin to make him think of it all in the shower when he got home. Mr. Garland was also married, which made everything even more taboo. Still, Olivia thrived off the relationship, the sex was great, he was smart, she was intelligent and hot. It was a Lifetime movie waiting to happen. The affair went on until Olivia graduated from high school.

Because high school things need to be left behind in just that, high school.

Olivia found herself repeating the same old habits once she entered college. The young girl began attending University of Nevada in Reno the summer of 1991 studying Film and Drama when she met Professor Alexander. Again, old habits die hard. Olivia found herself in another illicit affair with a teacher of hers. Unlike her affair with Mr. Garland, Olivia quickly grew bored and ended the affair after a semester and a half. After graduating with a degree, she decided to take up cosmetology and move to Minneapolis. Of all places.

After that, she's mainly just having a bunch of flings, one night stands, short unimportant relationships and focused on her job.

[mithrava]

(2/2) I dont think she had any ill intentions with it but it still made me uncomfortable. I don't know if it has to do with my sexuality. I'm not out to my family (somewhere on the ace spectrum/pan or bi). She's not normally like that though. Idk. I haven't told anyone about this. She's one of the most tolerant people in my family but it just always rubbed me the wrong way.

It’s a long answer so~

Hi! So, colorism is connected to the idea that european features are the true beauty. Most people will say things not because they are mean or anything, but because it’s something deeply rooted in the western world - mainly countries that dealt with the slavery of african people.  Maybe your mom had no intetions of being mean or trying to force you into relationships (just a guess, I don’t know your mom of course), she just said something that she considers beautiful like a mixed baby that is light skinned and have blues eyes (which is very hard to get unless the baby is born with an condition, like ocular albinism or waardenburg syndrome).  And also would have features that some white peolpe may find “exotic”, like a light brown skin and a perfectly wavy hair -  as dark skin and textured hair would be considered many negative adjectives.

Does this upset me? Yes, a lot, but I understand why people say stuff like this and the key is educating them, or presenting them to the diversity of people in this world. But I observe that the fetishization on mixed people are most intense in north america, and my guess is because of how much interacial couples are present in their sociaty. For exemple, here in Brazil we are all a very mixed country, people are just used to it, it’s part of us, we don’t care. Of course if you are a sarará ( biracial brazilian people who are born with very light skin, light eyes (most of the time hazel) and they are usualy blond, dirty blond or sometimes ginger, but black features and curly hair/textured hair https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarar%C3%A1) people will be like “aw you were born so light but *insert unintentional racist comment about hair and facial features*. No, sarará is not albino, but some biracial albinos call themselves sarará (that’s another topic I can’t talk about properly because I’m not sarará and I’m not black/biracial albino).

Anyways, what I mean is: yes, it rubs the wrong way, specially when I see people sexualizing the children of those celebrities on instagram that have babies with black man. Or like praising Stormi for being so cute, and ignoring Khloe’s babygirl because she is the darkes of all Kardashian babies. It’s racism, colorism, all of them mixed up. I know many people here in Brazil that are black whose family would say things like “you should have a baby with a white person to clear out the family”, like it’s disgusting. Thanfully things are changing among black people here in Brazil, many people are empowering themselves and it’s amazing. For exemple, my mom used to say a lot of things to me like “I prayed so much for you to be born with “good” hair like your father” and now she is rocking her natural hair, or she will go with beautiful braids, she loves wearing head-wrapping and etc. It’s all about educating people or telling them about their worth in a sociaty that made them feel ugly - which is a hard process. 

Racism and colorism are deep within our sociaty here in the american continent ( and I dare to say in some european countries), some people will say stuff because they are truly mean and crappy and other will say because it was how they were taught thanks of the country they grew in, but it doesn’t mean educating them about why such things are wrong won’t make them do better. If your mom is so nice, I believe just saying “look mom, what you said sounded a bit wrong because of this and that”, I guess would lead in a good change! 

But just to finish, I can only speak for the side of colorism that affects me as brown skinned biracial girl. I know how it works for dark skinned people, but I don’t know what they feel about it personally as individuals. 

[thisgaybitch00]

Hi! Help?

Hey, guys! I don’t really make posts but here’s an attempt. 

So, I’m a Brazilian girl that was born and lives in the big city but my family comes from the semiarid region up northeast (Sertão). This means that even doe my family came to São Paulo in the 60s/70s, it still carries a lot of traditional stories, values and knowledge. That stuff matters a lot to me and I love to hear anything about it that connects me with my grandparents and that part of our history. We even have all kinds of cangaceiro, heroes, visagens stories and all that good stuff. 

Recently, my elderly aunt came to live with us because she is going blind and has a lot of health issues. Because of this, I began to know more stuff of my family I didn’t know, because she is waaaay older than my mom and wayyy more connected to those things than her. 

My aunt is very herb-plants-traditional medicine savvy and I learn that my grandmother was too before coming to the city, (I never knew that). She even referred to my grandma and specially the other elderly women of the family as “curandeiras”, which would be something like healers. Even doe they were and are all extremely catholic, you know, just latin american things lmao

She told be about medicines she’d make with herbs that don’t even exist anymore and shit. About spiritual beliefs regarding food and stuff AND ALL OF THIS IS NEWS TO ME??? My mom is a protestant and all but she simply NEVER MENTIONED ANY OF THIS??? AT ALL??? 

Anyway, this stuff has been on going and she drops her medicinal wisdom here and there, but this morning she turned to me and asked if she could train me and transmit everything she knows to me. She jokingly said I look like a witch but then said “you like to study and ‘você faz e acontece (???)’”. She said she felt like I was right for this. This intrigues me a lot because I disagree??? but I readily agreed to give it a try. We decided to try to compilate this knowledge in some sort of an index, which will be written by me (cuz she is almost blind and all) and she will pay me a course on this specific kind of medicine she wants me to learn how make and all. We will start the first week of October. She said that now that she can no longer see she want someone that can identify the plants for her.

I am excited to start and I love things that make me connected with this part of my family/story!!

This post is not only to  put this out there, but also because recently I have found a huge ass LATAM community in here that has similar feeling and thoughts on preserving their communities’ traditions and knowledge, although they are usually indigenous people and so the context is different but you get the idea lmao Since I found all these inspiring people here, I was wondering if there wouldn’t any kind of subsection of LATAM blogs focused on this kind of things or  if anyone knew any blogs. I’d love to know other people’s experiences, maybe share some when I have any idk. uahsuahsuah So... RECs?? 

Also, any advice?

Thanks in advance, love yall <3