#jamaican in Puerto Rico

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34 never looked this good 😍🫦

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OLDIES SUNDAY: @IvyQueenDiva - Quiero Bailar (2003)

September 15 marks the start of “Hispanic Heritage Month” in the United States. The month recognizes the contributions and influence of Hispanic Americans from entertainment, to sports, to pop culture. Today on Oldies Sunday, we highlight one of those contributors. Her name is Ivy Queen, known as the “Queen Of Reggaeton” who hails from Puerto Rico, and her track is called, “Quiero Bailar (I Want…

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[brights-place]

hii! may i request headcannons with john dory and/or branch with a reggaeton troll s/o? thank you!😊

Branch and John Dory dating an Reggaton S/O

Pairings: Branch X Reader, JD X Reader (Seperate)

Warnings: None

A/N: OMG YESSS! I hope you enjoyed the classical troll Headcannons! As I said Broppy will not be cannon if I'm doing an X Branch unless it's an poly relation ship with branch and poppy! Anyways I had fun writing for the reggaton trolls CAUSE THEY ARE SO COOL! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

John Dory

- He met you when you came by branch is bunker to drop of an gift for branch

- Branch greeted you with an fist bump while you laugh happily speaking in spanish to him while branch just shrugged and replied back before taking the gift off you - John dory and his other brothers where in awe before glancing back to you and your appearance - Your markings across your f/c body and in your hair which matched with you and your f/c hair was dreadlocked and has a wooly appearance JD was just in awe - branch introduced you to his brothers you mainly nodding at the group slightly "Sup Chicos" you said as John dory was the first to shake your hand "I'm JD it's nice to meet you?" "(name)" you said smiling - He asked why you were diffrent and you explained you were an reggaton troll doing an quick dance and an random reggaton beat appearing before you stopped and gave an lazy smile "Reggaton" You said snapping your fingers into an finger gun pointing towards JD

- You explained that Reggaeton is a Jamaican-inspired music genre that started in the 1990s. Although it had some prevalence in that decade and the 2000s it wouldn't become notably popular until the late 2010s. - Reggaton originates from Puerto Rico and is a Spanish-speaking style of Caribbean music though it is mostly considered a variant of Hip hop, and not Reggae. Reggaeton music uses both rapping and singing results. Reggaton lyrics are often about heavily sexual and violent theme most of the time because of either a lack or non-restrictive use of parental advisory requirements in Caribbean countries. (Def wasn't nerding out while studying the reggaton trolls and the music ) - He was interested so he decided to walk with you to the exit to ask more questions - You were laid back and agreed telling him that he could find you and have lessons in the updated version of the map or you'd go visit pop village - He awkwardly complimented you with an goofy smile which you chuckled at and thanked him as he asked if you could come by and teach him more and maybe ask you to show him some dances for their next songs and show

- You gladly accepted and told him you'd come by and visit more often - You came by an couple days later to meet with JD as you went and taught him some dance moves which he failed at first before you slowly taught him to follow the beat with you - Was paying attention to you the whole time how you moved easily and fluently while singing along to the lyrics as he stopped dancing looking at you in awe - You had to snap him out of his daze and told him to try do what you did which he did doing mistakes every now and then as you helped him once again - It was becoming normal for you to visit and help him with dancing and explaining more about Reggaton soon it turned into you teaching him basic songs in spanish - You two would soon become close and he introduced you to rhonda when he came by to visit you at your place

- Other Reggaton trolls gasped when he saw rhonda and when JD Left to ask someone for directions to your place - Everybody was speaking Spanish so he tried his hardest to ask for directions and Tresillo, Marimba, and Tambora helped him out cause they knew JD was famillar since you showed photos of him to them - He arrived to your place and you two just did the basic routine you've been doing for the past 6 Months - You two would visit each other more often sometimes staying over at the others - You two would be seen walking around dancing and singing together whenever or just sitting down laughing.

- He wanted to thank you by speaking spanish to you about something he'd been practicing in the mirror "(name) uhm Estoy agradecido por cuidarme y enseñarme tu música." and you teared up before walking over and hugging him and handing him an gift of your's which was an scarf you made yourself it had your patterns on your body - He wears it 24/7 now whenever he goes exploring and won't take it off at all until you have to remind him to wash it - Started dating after an few weeks of going on 4-5 dates - You would be listening to his new songs in bro-zone and trying to change it a bit to fit some reggaton music. - He writes songs as you just lay your head on his chest while telling him drama and speaking in Spanish sometimes then trying to say it in English for him and translating words for him - When he does know what your saying in Spanish he's proud of himself asking if he was right with his guess he'd happily cheer when he gets it right. - He's trying his best to learn Spanish for you picking up phrases but sometimes failing and frowning but you always make him feel important when you cup his face "Mi Amor your doing great" - When you found out he left his brothers you were cursing him out in Spanish faster then light itself as he tried to get you not to beat his ass - Branch had to hold you back while JD apolgized to you aand begged for your mercy he didn't get any attention from you for abit... until he started to sing in Spanish for you

- He'd learn some bit more spanish with the help of branch and other reggaton trolls so he could try make you feel better and proud of him

Branch

- He met you when you were with Tresillo, Marimba and Tambora to take him to barb the queen of rock to save reggaton - He noticed how you were laid back and sneaky like your other three fellow reggaton trolls but he also noticed how sometimes you would whisper to Marimba and Tambora about how cool the K-pop trolls looked while Tresillo was talking to the K-pop trolls to take Branch - He noticed how you four were very similar to each other, not wearing any clothes and only having hairbands and earrings. - Your markings across your bodies and in your hair which matched with you and your fellow reggaton trolls. - Your hair was dreadlocked and has a wooly appearance, like the Funk Trolls he loved how you stood out though... well to him that is - In the dance battle with the K-pop trolls he noticed the fact you bopped your head and vibed abit to the music but Marimba had to stop you from bouncing and liking the music - When it was the reggatons turns to dance it was such an huge vibe you were showing off while dancing - Though you were the first one to listen to him when he brought up all music being saved as you turned to Tresillo "Tresi... Maybe he is right" you muttered as Branch couldn't help but feel an slight smile tug on his lips "Okay Pop troll were listening" Tresillo said crossing his arms turning to branch - When you hopped into the hot air balloon you greeted the K-pop trolls happily and asked about their genre while they asked about yours while you soon went to talk to branch - You asked him alot about himself him giving blunt replies but he was quite shocked how an reggaton troll like you were talking to him - You were laid back and asked him questions about pop village and asked if he knew about the other genres which he didn't so you happily explained your style and music - You explained that Reggaeton is a Jamaican-inspired music genre that started in the 1990s. Although it had some prevalence in that decade and the 2000s it wouldn't become notably popular until the late 2010s. - Reggaton originates from Puerto Rico and is a Spanish-speaking style of Caribbean music though it is mostly considered a variant of Hip hop, and not Reggae. Reggaeton music uses both rapping and singing results. Reggaton lyrics are often about heavily sexual and violent theme most of the time because of either a lack or non-restrictive use of parental advisory requirements in Caribbean countries. (yes I added this again for branch cause YES I'M STILL INVESTED AND HAPPY!) - Branch nodded his head as he kept quiet but listened to you - After saving all music and becoming in harmony he noticed you about to leave so he told poppy he'd be back to go catch up with you and ask you if you could show him more of your music since he felt comfortable with the dancing and music - You were laid back and agreed telling him that he could find you in the updated version of the map which you gave him and leaving with the other reggaton trolls who raised an eyebrow at your two interactions - When he came by to where the reggaton trolls live he noticed how everybody was speaking in an different language and looked like the three reggaton trolls you hanged out with. - Tresillo noticed branch and walked up to him telling him where to find you at your place

- You happily greeted him and welcomed him inside to teach him more of your music and culture

- This continued for an couple more months as he learned how to speak Spanish and learned how to dance to reggaton music.

- Reggaton trolls have been noticing how you were very close to the pop troll

- Poppy and the other pop trolls have been noticing branch leaving and coming back with an smile on his face

- After three months of him visiting and hanging out with you, he was surprised when you came to visit pop village and asked to see branch to poppy who was in shock seeing you

- Branch quickly hurried towards you and grabbed your arm looking at poppy making an zipping mouth motion and walked away dragging you with him as you waved goodbye to Poppy (this is starting to become an fanfic... Hold on should I make an fanfic of this?)

- he took you to his bunker and asked why you visited when he was suppose to go to your place "Why are you here!" Branch said turning towards you at the entrance of his bunker "Well I came to visit you Amigo" You said playfully punching branch is shoulder as branch rolled his eyes sighing

- You gave him an matching bracelet - Would sigh and thank you as you fist bumped him - You two would start visiting each other more then usual some times staying over at eachothers people starting to suspect your dating - He literally became fluent in spanish and would laugh when you curse out creek in Spanish when first meeting creek after the pop trolls allowed him back in - Branch was wheezing and laughing which shocked the other pop trolls mainly pop cause they never seen him laugh but when they turned to see you close to punting creek and yelling in spanish they had to pull you back and branch would walk over pulling you back and patting your shoulder whispering to you that you both can kill him later -He fell first and you fell harder for him

- You two would confess to each other while dancing together to reggaton and pop music - he's been tryiing to confess for awhile but gave up last minute so when he was lucky and relaxed he confessed. He's so romantic and would confess to you with an huge relaxed face as you turn into an flustered mess - You too would officially date after like 5 dates - He'd speak spanish with you to make you flustered which works very well for the both of you. Him seeing your blushing face and you hearing him speak spanish - You'd giggle and complain back pouting while he held your waist

- when you two are together and your speaking in spanish in annoyance or arguing with someone Poppy and the other pop trolls have to turn to eachother then turn to branch who has to explain with an bored expression - You love eachother so much and when he takes you to meet his family for the first time in ever... it was whoa... so much

- When he introduced you to his brothers your jaw dropped so fast - your boyfriend was in the famous boy band - Then started to whisper in spanish how hot branch was when you two went to save his brothers with poppy - Literally cheering and dancing happily - His brothers are shocked their were other genres of trolls but even more shocked how branch and you would talk to each other lovingly as branch held you waist while you giggled arms wrapped around his neck flirting

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After months of spewing racist remarks about Kamala Harris and ginning up his base about invasions at the border and the promise to harm millions of immigrants, Donald Trump will once again be the president of the United States. Despite his naked racism and misogyny and attacks on his political opponents, the American people have chosen to send him back to the White House. Candidates use the last days of their campaign to make their final case before the American people. They say the thing you want voters to remember as they’re casting their votes on Election Day. The last thing Trump wanted millions of Americans to hear from him and his campaign? A cacophony of bigotry. Trump chose to host a rally in New York City that was reminiscent of a Nazi rally held there 85 years ago. He was set to speak in front of thousands of his fans in his hometown — but first, more than two dozen surrogates would get on stage to make the case for him. Comedian and podcaster Tony Hinchcliffe compared Puerto Rico to a pile of garbage, said Black people carve watermelons on Halloween and made crude comments about the sexual habits of Latinos. David Rem, who the campaign said is a childhood friend of Trump, called Democrats “degenerates.” Former Fox News host Tucker Carlson said Harris was a “Samoan, Malaysian low-IQ” person. (Harris’ father is Jamaican, and her mother is Indian.) The only comment the GOP attempted to do damage control on was the “joke” about Puerto Rico. Having such explicit racism on stage during a rally for a presidential campaign speaks volumes about the Republican Party and America at large. White conservative ideology, and by extension, Trump, has long been threatened by the sense that full racial equality was just on the horizon. It is not an accident that Trump began his political career after America elected its first Black president. During their own presidential campaigns, famous Alabama segregationist George Wallace promoted keeping the races separate and George H.W. Bush deployed an ad implying his opponent Michael Dukakis would let violent Black criminals out of prison. Ronald Reagan touted his love of “states rights” at a speech in Mississippi near the site of where civil rights workers had been brutally murdered 16 years earlier. Critics viewed it as a wink to racist white Southern voters. Still, no other major-party presidential candidate has embraced explicit racism the way Trump has. Trump entered the political foray during the Obama administration by leading the charge in the false claims that the president was secretly born in Kenya and thus ineligible to be president. A few years later, in a now infamous scene, he would come down the escalator at Trump Tower to announce that he was running for president himself and referred to Mexican immigrants as criminals and rapists. His major policy promise was to build a wall along the southern border. As president, Trump instituted a ban on people from several majority-Muslim countries entering the country, told three members of Congress who are women of color to “go back to where they came from,” and tried to send in the military to squash racial justice protesters. His reelection campaign in 2020 was marked by more of the same. During his speech accepting the GOP’s nomination, Trump said Democrats wanted to release “criminals” into suburban neighborhoods and declared on X that “when the looting starts, the shooting starts,” referring to Black Lives Matter protesters. Much of that seems tame compared to the 2024 campaign.

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Bun and Cheese!

Miles would watch his mamí cook such delicious foods, his honey brown eyes landed on container that were meant for his boyfriend. It got him wanting to help her, since his mom would give him leftovers to Hobie.

"Mamí, yo puedo ayuda?" The eighteen year old asked.

"Oh, sí, mi amor." His mom happily smiles, "What got you wanting to cook?"

"Um... I see your making extras for Hobie, and..." Miles looks bashful as he went to help her chop some onions, "I... maybe you can help me make his some food for the week?"

Rio's eyes lit up with joy, "Oh mi bebé, of course I will! Besides, this will be great for you to learn when you live on your own." She kisses her son's cheek being so happy seeing her son wanting to bond with her through cooking, and to make food for someone he deeply loves.

"Waahhh," Baby Billie cries being awake from her nap through the baby monitor.

"This is also good for me. You can cook while I deal with mi otra bebé!" She let Miles' handle the stove with all those pans and pots, "Let me go feed her. I'll tell you what to do."

"Uhh, okay!" Miles said with a slight panic in his voice. When his mom came back holding his baby sister, who's teary eyes blooms at the sight go him. It looks like all her sadness were washed away.

Miles listens to his mom telling him how long each side of the chicken should be cooked, when to stir the habichuelas, and check on the rice. "Tu nova es parte Jamaiquino?"

"Yeah, his family is a mix between Jamaican and West African... I think part Haitian, too."

"Oh, él también podría ser en parte dominicano. Comparten la misma isla. Recuerden que el papá de tu prima Moni y primo Flaco es dominicano y tenía un poco de Haitiano." She switch to speaking English, "His family lives close to boarder with a ranch and everything."

"Well, I dunno if Hobie knows much on his family. They don't talk much on that, but maybe. He knows like four languages and Haitian Creole is one of them."

"Look at him y tu? You should already be fluent con tu Espanol!"

"Mamí, tu sabes que lo estoy- umm trying." Miles tries to speak in full Spanish from time to time, "I mean, at least I understand everything in Spanish. Good thing, I know Korean and Sign Language." He's fluent with Sign Language and he's so proud of that.

Rio giggles, "Remember summer we'll be going to Puerto Rico, and all your family would want to speak with you." She went to get a formula bottle to feed her daughter.

Miles could only give a sheepish smile, he needs to work on that.

The Next Day

Miles came by to his boyfriend's place to drop off some food, "Mi amor, you here?" He went inside to find his boyfriend being shirtless with his skinny jeans and thick red boots. Hobie turns his head making his wicks bounce, his whole body turning pink.

"Sunflower!" He looks so happy to see his boyfriend, he was busy washing his dishes finishing up his breakfast. "I didn't expect you to come by. I would've clean up." He took off his rubber washing gloves revealing his hands having rings and neatly painted black nails. The punker saw his Sunflower set two big bags on the small round table, then rushes over to hug and kiss him.

"Mmm-mwah!" Miles' arms tightly hug his Hobie's waist with his head looking up with so much love. "Mamí wanted me to give this to you as soon as possible. She made some grilled chicken, steamed vegetables, and bean stew."

"Mmm sounds delicious, luv." Hobie leans over for another kiss with his arms hugging his Sunflower. "But it looks like she made other dishes?"

"Oh yeah, I help her make tostones," Miles hums.

"Ohh, so you cook too." Hobie's eyes gleam with joy by this fact.

"Mmhmm. Hope you like it, baby." He kisses his boyfriend's lips again and again.

The Punker picks up his Sunflower, "I will always love everything you and your mother make, but right now, I think I want a treat." He took his boyfriend to the bedroom only the sounds of giggles came out of the room.

A week later on Earth 1610, Miles was preparing Hobie's lunch and the rest of his week meal plans. He started to make Bun and Cheese, a savory sweet sandwich that's very comforting for many Jamaicans. Heck, his dad is a huge fan of them, too.

So Miles spend his free Friday making Jamaican Spice Buns with dried fruit, it almost reminded him of a fruit cake. He took a small piece to try and like the sweet spices with the molasses taste of this dense bread. "Mmm." He quickly got his knife to make thick slices of bread.

The whole home smells off cinnamon and raisins, the teenager got some sharp cheddar cheese knowing his boyfriend likes eating it that type instead of regular cheddar. Maybe he should've got the Tastee Jamaican cheese, since he saw Hobie having in his cabinets. "I'll leave some slices for him." He softly said to himself.

Then the timer ring, making Miles go over to the stove to flip over his steak making Bistec Encebollao, and he made a batch of fried sweet plantains knowing his man loves them so much. Then a big batch of rice and peas, he smiles to himself at the view of his cooking.

"Look at me go!" He did a happy dance.

Jeff came through the front door smelling the house, "Whoo, something smells good!" The middle age man went over to the kitchen being surprised his son cooking, "Miles, son? Your cooking?"

"Hey, dad! Yup. I want to make Hobie some lunch." Miles happily said.

Jeff nodded, "Alright." he went over to look at the food, "Smells good. Ohh, is that bun and cheese?" He took one of the sandwiches to munch on being hungry.

Miles looks over to see his dad's reaction. Jeff took a big bite, then his eyes widen and went, "MMM." He always buy store bought spice bread, but the homemade one taste way better. "This is good! You added nutmeg?"

"Yup!" His son proudly said.

Rio came out of her room with little Billie in her arms, "Hola, mi amor! Ohh, something smells so good."

"I'm making Bistec Encebollao!" Miles happily said seeing how his parents like his cooking.

The next day, Miles had packed all of Hobie's meal plans and a special lunch. He made sure he added a cute note, and sweet treat with some homemade lemonade. He went to HQ knowing his boyfriend might be there trying to change the minds of new comers about Miguel's dictatorship, or start some drama like always.

When he took the large plastic bags filled with Hobie's meals for the week, he got so excited to see his reaction. Happily to find his boyfriend in the hallway with their friends, "Bae!" He happily rushes over.

Hobie turns pink by the sound of his Sunflower, he turns to find his beautiful boyfriend running to him. His arms open up to let him fall into his arms, "Sunflower!" His nose being buried into his Miles' hair, "Mm! What you got there?"

"I made you lunch and meal plans instead of mi mamí!" Miles happily said with a bright beaming smile.

Hobie felt a cupid's arrow dig into his heart falling in love with his Sunflower all over again! The bright blush pink covers his whole body with hearts, and 'I love yous' all over. Then, the biggest font over his forehead, "I'M GOING TO MARRY HIM!"

Pavtri and Gwen gawks at the font having to point at it. Then saw Miles looking bashful! "Bae, I hope you like it! I work so hard."

"Anything you make for me is never awful." Hobie happily took his lunch box, and his bags for the week. "Smells heavenly, darlin'."

"You don't believe in heaven, Hobie!" His boyfriend giggles.

Gwen and Pavtri being nosy had look at the bag smelling some good food. Hobie putting on his charming smile, "Luv, you're my heaven!" If Heaven does exist, he knows for sure Miles would be his true happiness, ever lasting peace and love.

That made Miles giggles a bit boyish then playfully shove his punker, "Bae, you're so damn cheesy!" Then hugs his boyfriend, "Anyway, I have to go home and watch Billie and study for a test! Text me, when you're trying the lunch I made you. Bye, love you, mi amor!"

Hobie saw his Sunflower leaving with a rush. "Ohh, Miles cook for you! Oh, we should eat lunch together. I wanna see what he made for you!"

"Alright." Hobie shrugs trying to play off being chill.

At the cafeteria, Gwen and Pavtri got their own lunch, they sat in front of their Punker friend, who's beginning to open his lunch bag. He took out containers of hot foods, then a sandwich wrapped in aluminum, a drink and some sweet bread with a little folded note. "Ohh, open the containers! What is it?"

Hobie open the large container to find his sweet Sunflower made him, his favorite fried plantains, habichuelas with rice, and some delicious steak with some onions with a hearty sauce. Then, he opens the aluminum wrap with his eyes gleaming at the Bun and Cheese.

"Ohh, that smells good. Is that bread homemade?" Gwen asked as she sniff the air of delicious spices of nutmeg and cinnamon.

Pavtri said, "Oh that looks like a really good lunch."

Hobie took a bite of his Bun and Cheese and fell in love, "MMM!" He groans at the sweet taste of the freshly baked bun, it's way better than store bought. Then, with the sharp cheddar cheese giving a savory taste- Man, he loves this snack! Then he opens his bottle to sip at the homemade lemonade.

Everything tasted so perfect and delicious, he couldn't help but shove his food like a beast! He chews with his dark eyes catching the note, picking it up to read it.

The Note:

Hey, Bae!

I love you, and hope you enjoy the food! Mi mamí helped me, and my dad was a food taster. Hehe, he wanted to give his opinion! Billie was drooling at the smell, she gave her approve. Hope you have a great day!

XOXOXO

-💛 Your Sunflower 🌻

P.S: 💛 From the Morales family! 🧡 ~with their signature and Billie's hand print~

Hobie's face being buried in the note being super pink that if he was a cartoon his heart would pop out, and steam would come out of his ear!

Back at Miles' place, he holds his baby sister as they watch television together. His phone beeps, he picks it up to find a message from his boyfriend.

Hobie: I fucking love you! I'ma marry you!

Miles being so flustered he fumble his texting: WaT! was do u jean? ^mean! 🫣

Miles texts: I love you, 2! Was da food dat good?

Hobie: Fuckin' amazing! thanks luv! 🥰 I want you to come over tonight! I'ma show you how much I love yoU!

Miles still feeling his cheeks being super warm that Billie looks surprised at her big brother. Billie patted him.

Miles: BAE! 🫣

Hobie: 😝 Love you, Sunflower! You're gonna be my husband! 😘

After that, Miles knows to always make some good Bun and Cheese, when his man is upset or about to go full rage mode.

[way-of-love]

Mayor Que Usted (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x LatinaFemPregReader) (ONESHOT,MAYBE?)(R-RATED) (NO MINORS)

A stop in Puerto Rico can mean a lot of things, refuel, some R&R, family vacation or maybe just hiding from the Cuban drug lords. Simon Riley didn't think this tropic island was a good spot to stop before heading back t base in the U.S. but Price called the shots so there they were. But while watching the locals gather for Halloween and doing their little celebration he didn't expect to be consumed by such spice and fierceness from one little local woman who seemed to know his type just fine.

I hopped on the trend, I apologize

(UPDATE: The name of the female character is Amelia Cruz)

Old San Juan, Puerto Rico.

2018

After a drug bust in Cuba the 141 needed a place to lay low before heading back into the states for a reassignment or further instructions. The Cuban cartel were a relentless bunch in their pursuit for the men who blew up their entire operation and chased them all the way to Jamaican and Hatian waters before they stopped their effortless pursuit. Whatever information Price pried out of one of the major drug lords had to be why they kept chasing after them, whatever it was it was dangerous.

Price told the crew they had to lay low and separate throughout the island to keep a watchful eye on not only their hides but the people here as well. There could have been a few men who continued their pursuit for revenge.

Simon knew it would be no good to stop and lay low here on yet another tropical island where its people just wanted to live peacefully. But what else could they have done? What if they brought the fight here? It was a very slim possibility considering it it was national waters but it was never impossible. He knew that danger lurked in every corner. This whole island was big enough to hide both Simon, Price and company but it wasn't big enough to protect its people.

That's what kept Simon up every night. Always the ‘what if’s’. People on the island were kind, too kind and accepted him with open arms even even with the mask. He liked that, they didn't ask questions. They probably thought he just had a nasty face or maybe was really enjoying the month of October getting ready for Halloween. It didn't matter to him the reasoning as long as he blended in like the tourists that seemed to be scattered around the entire area he stayed in then laying low would be no problem.

And it wouldn't have been a problem if he didn't meet her.

Simon usually didn't intervene in any festivities or parties even as a teen because there was no need for it. Nor did he have the privilege to attend one while tending to his military duties but tonight while he resided in the shadows he found himself nearing a small little street festival. Music was blaring, laughter filled the alley that he watched from and lights... goodness the lights were so bright a flash grenade would be a better comparison to it.

It amazed him how bright and merry the people on the island were, as if they had no care in the world for anything. Not even the danger he thought the 141 may have brought upon them. Simon hoped their happiness lasted.

There was a grand stage with barriers placed on the side to keep control of the crowd, a DJ playing on the stage, lights floating around the stone road where people mingled.

Puerto Rico's people were laughing and dancing around the blocked street dressed in costumes from head to toe, well most of the adults anyways. Some dressed as devils, nurses, fictional killers so he fit right in with his mask. He examined the mass of bodies mash together dancing with one another in time with the beat of the music, music was meant to be enjoyed yes but this obscene touching and grinding made him wince a bit. Did they always have to do that?

His gaze soon landed on one particular woman who stood out amongst the rest, wearing a deep red sundress that hugged every ounce of her body and complimented it very well. Many things popped up in his head that kept his gaze on her. First, she wasn't wearing a costume. Second, she was dancing by herself by the mouth of the alleyway where he was currently hidden in. Thirdly, her movements were like fluid water. Her hips swung side to side and her hands slid up her thighs, her hips making her dress lift up higher upon her slender legs. Was she aware he was here?

Simon wasn't about to make his presence known. He didn't want to scare her or break her concentration because it was mesmerizing for him, as thought she were trying to seduce him with just the movements of her body.

Soon, her friends showed up, they chatted a bit and began to dance altogether. And again Simon watched the brunette in the red sundress sink into that headspace and move her arms, her hips, her waist and move with her friend molding against her back. What would happen if he took his mask off, even just for the night and danced with her, just to see what it would be like?

He knew he couldn't. He was a dangerous man who did dangerous things and who knew if someone thought of him as suspicious and sought him out. Price would then be pissed. And Simon would have lost his touch.

Instead the ghost silently stood from where he sat upon the crate and dusted himself off ready to go back to the safe house by the pub or bar some would call it and have a whiskey before turning in for the night, try to at least. But he felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand and even with the mask on he felt it. Quickly he turned around and came face to face with the girl he was watching not even a few seconds prior.

She stared at him with a lovely little smile on her red stained lips, hands on either side of the alley way walls, yes it was small enough to fit one person down it, and her bangs covered her dark eyes. He didn't move, something in him felt caught in her gaze and prevented him from moving.

Fuckin' hell Simon.

The tall man stood across the dancer who she's been keeping an eye on ever since he sat in the alleyway most kids ran through during the day. Tilting her head she slowly approached the strange masked man who seemed to enjoy watching her dance and as she approached the man she spoke.

"Hablas espanol?"

Simon closed his eyes briefly. Even her voice sounded seductive. But he didn't respond.

She noticed the lack of response but didn't mind it one bit. When she was but a foot away from him she smiled sweetly at him.

"So, English it is then?"

He was supposed to be laying low, there was no mingling with the locals if he could help it. Groceries, markets and even getting a drink were an exception. Not for conversation.

"You know, starring at a lady is kinda creepy. If you wanted to dance all you had to do was ask," The woman bit her bottom plump lip and looked directly up into the eyes of soldier who had killed countless of men and who had done unimaginable things, in the eyes with no fear. She didn't know who he was nor will she ever know. One night should be fine, right?

"I can't be in the light."

Was that the best thing he could say? Bloody Jesus he was out of practice trying to talk to a woman. Before he could fix himself and say something else he was blessed to hear her soft giggle over the music down the alley.

"Well, if you can't fully be in the light I'll bring some to you. Everyone deserves a little bit of light to enjoy, no?"

After that, no more words were spoken. She reached out palms up and Simon with hesitance placed his hands in hers and their little dance begun.

The woman showed him how to step and where to step when a salsa song came on. He wasn't the best but he did learn fast. She liked that. A few more songs came the same way until one came that made her gasp and squeal almost immediately. This scared Simon into thinking there was danger and quickly looked up and down the alleyway with a glare of a killer, sensing no danger he looked down at the female already swaying to the annoying beat of the music. What did the locals call it? Reggae? Reggaetón.

It was too modern for Simons taste but he was glad to watch her dance to it. This time what he was hoping for did happen. She molded herself against his front, bending a bit at the waist and pressed her full rear against his groin moving like a true dancer. He starred down at it wide eyed not sure what to do or where to put his hands but he remembered what her girl friends did when they were placed in this position.

Simon Riley placed his hands on her hips and pressed himself back into her, moving his own hips as best as he could without feeling embarrassed or even trying too hard but it was futile. He felt a tad bit embarrassed.

Nevertheless she continued to show him just how much fun just the two of them and music, can have. And deep down inside his dark heart he was fully enjoying himself, well up to the point where she straightened out and began that movement of sliding her hands up her thighs and took the hem of her sundress up, pulling out from under his hands.

If she did it on purpose or not didn't matter because he got an eyeful of the black thing string on her hips that his thumb was barley a hair close to. What was she trying to do? Whatever it was he took it as permission. He slid his hands further up her hip and hooked his thumbs under the soft dark material, gently tugging it down.

To say he wouldn't dare grow an erection here would be a complete and utter lie. He was carrying a hard on the whole time she pressed herself against him, he just maneuvered himself enough so she wouldn't feel it but he let her. This time he showed her just how much he was enjoying this little dance of hers.

She didn't stop when she felt the hard long mold of his print against her semi bare rump because she wanted to feel it. She watched him and he watched her, the meant he was interested just like she was. So, why not approach him if he was too chicken to do something. Women can take initiative too. The woman turned her head peering at him from over her shoulder with a smirk on her painted lips. Now Simon could see her eyes, they were dark, like chocolate.

He wasn't a fan of sweets but he'd enjoy hers.

And he could feel the heat practically pouring out from her pores. The way she was suggesting to continue with her hips, he knew all too well. She wanted to be fucked and not just a practical fuck in a motel room but a fuck that that Simon Riley could give right now. They didn't know each others names, occupations or even if they'd see each other again. What mattered was the here and now.

The tall British man had her that night. Bent over the large wooden crate he sat on to watch her dance in the street in her red dress. Now she was moaning like a bitch in heat with her red dress bunched up at her waist with his cock dipping into the welcoming depths of her cunt. He rocked back and forth with vigor, with malice. How dare she seduce him when he was just trying to mind his own business? How dare she approach him and make him sin like this?

Yet, Simon was groaning above her making sure he pounded her cervix. He wanted her to remember this coupling for as long as she lived. Her heels were discarded to the side and she was on her tippy toes, legs spread receiving him so very well. Simon couldn't remember the last time a woman's cunt fit him so well like hers, it was like...it was like it was made to fit him and only him.

The woman in the red dress was dancing no longer. The music may have changed and the people may have begun to head home but she would still be here hidden by the darkness of the buildings on each side of the two beings shielding her from the gazes of people who wondered what that sound was. Simon made sure to cover her mouth if he believed she was being too loud and he was glad he did because she came with shriek into his palm after just a few minutes.

No ones ever indulge in her like this nor have they ever took control in fucking her like a wild dog before. She was always the one to do things for her boyfriends, suck them, ride them, tell them what she wanted done, she was tired of being like that. Being the leading hand in sex because the other person was just too lazy and wanted a quick nut. This man though; was the complete opposite of that.

He took her without hesitation. Didn't bother to ask her of her wants and needs he just somehow knew. He made sure she was comfortable though, made sure she felt every caress, every tug, nip, slap, and flick of him on her skin.

Simon Riley wasn't going to let her go. Not until he had his fill.

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The woman stirred awake finding herself starring at the open window, the curtains flowing about with the breeze that entered the dim lit room. So the sun wasn't fully up, good more time to sleep. Before she could close her eyes again she heard shuffling and turned her head to see the British man who rocked her world sitting on the side of her bed getting dressed. His back was all scarred, with old and new ones she made just a few hours ago. His skin was pale compared to her tanned one, looked like he'd be a cherry before he ever tanned. His head was...bare. Simon wasn't wearing his mask.

Well, it was completely dark when they got to her tiny little home a few blocks where his safe house was so it made it easier to keep his face secret while leaving his marks on her skin. Now, it was time to go. He received a call from Price while the woman he laid with slept, on a burner about finally leaving the island in the early hours of the morning.

The woman he spent the whole night with seemed to stretch behind him making a soft pleased sound as she did so. The bed dipped a bit behind him and her arms wrapped lazily around his middle while she rested the side of her head against his back.

As mind blowing as the sex was he couldn't get attached. It was dangerous to drag one good thing into his hectic and bloody lifestyle he lived.

"Simon, stay with me a little bit longer. I'll make you some really good coffee y yo te cocino," Her voice was laced with sleep, hoarse because of her moans and screams the night prior but she still managed to make him shudder in the heat.

There was nothing more that he wanted than to stay and do just that. He was a dangerous man. He couldn't be in the light, because he'd consume it. The ghost shook her off as gently as he could and stood while pulling the mask over his head covering his face again. Walking forward towards a chair she had in the corner of her small room, picked up his shirt and dared to look back at her body covered with a sheet on her bed. Her hair was all askew and she looked more inviting than the night before, it stirred his loins.

His eyes trailed back to her face, her expression was...sad, confused even. She should've know it was a one time thing. He wasn't even native to the island nor was he a tourist with the way he held himself and she knew that. She knew he was dangerous and yet she pursued him anyways.

"It was fun, but that's all it was," He was cold, distant and hardened his emotions. It was for one night only, it wasn't night anymore.

So, he was going to leave her just tike that? After they shared an amazing night? She stood up in bed with her hand griping the sheet to her chest hoping it hid her nakedness'.

"No, no you can't just leave like that Simon, you said you were going to be here for a few more days. Por favor," The woman that was in a red dress was just about to stand from her bed and drag him right back, whatever means necessary even if she had to yell and scream.

"I told you I probably would be here for a few more days, nothing was permanent girl," Now that fully roused her out of her honeymoon like state. It was like a bucket of iced water was poured all over her. Where was his attitude coming from? And girl? He knew her name so why wasn't he saying it?

He slipped his shirt on over his head and made a beeline to her bedroom door, she scrambled out of her bed with her legs feeling like jelly going after him barley catching herself when she tripped. She would never do this for just any man, never would she do this for any man but Simon was different or so she thought.

A memory came to mind of her own mother scrambling after her father when she was only a child. Her mother ran after the man in desperate pleas to not leave and abandon their family, they had little but her mother was so caring. Her father on the other hand was evil.

"Simon! Stop pendejo!" She yelled at him hoping he'd stop but he kept going, moving through the kitchen, the living room before making it to the front door. The woman he spent the night with couldn't keep up with how her legs gave up and made her fall down half way to the door. Her chest ached watching him continue on without a care for her or how she felt.

That night was the only night she's ever felt complete, she felt alive for the first time with anyone and it had to be with this stranger who you barley knew. And that feeling was walking right out of her home.

Simon looked back at her seeing her on the floor with only a sheet to cover her nakedness tugged at his chest. Only for a second though.

"Take care of yourself, love."

And that was the last time the woman in the red dress saw Simon, the tall British man who wore the skull painted mask.

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It didn't take long for Simon to forget about that night in Puerto Rico, but it always came back to haunt him in his dreams. His mind played movies of the time they've spent together, the hour long conversation before he went at it with her again and again. Colors, foods, places he's been and places she wanted to go to, he probably knew more about her in that hour than any other man could in months. He felt more like a normal man with you for those few hours than he did commanding a small squad. And when darkness clouded his mind your words came to him.

"...Everyone deserves a little light, to enjoy, no?"

It brought him out from time to time.

Recently, the 141 hired a new medic or at base doctor who Laswell says she's the best of the new generation. Finished school in less than eight years and performed eleven successful surgeries within that time frame. Some minor and some major. It was impressive but the information was all the same to Ghost. New doctor, same shit. He didn't even catch her name, didn't bother for it.

Currently, the infamous Ghost sat on a stool in the med bay while holding a cloth to his upper arm trying to stop the blood from making anymore of a mess. Apparently Johnny thought it would be funny to toss a piece of useless metal from the top of the weapons wrack, why was it there? Who knows but he certainly gave Johnny an ear full before he was forced to come here to get it checked out.

The said doctor had her back turned to him when he entered and sat on the tall stool with a leg stretched out. She looked like she was doing something important so he just grunted while she told him to have a seat. Her voice sounded oddly familiar and Ghost couldn't put a face to it.

"Mr. Ghost, no, Simon?" The small looking woman with her dark hair held up with a clip tilted her head reading what little she could from his medical file. There was absolutely nothing here. No medical history, no medication history, surgeries, nothing. It was as if he were a ghost. With a soft sigh she full turned but never lifted her head.

"That's funny, I knew a Simon once. Spelled the same way,"

Simons eyes widened just a fraction when he saw those red painted lips and that golden tanned skin, she was here. It couldn't be. She was supposed to be back in the island living her life in peace. Not here tending to him and his team! Did Price do this? Laswell? No, they didn't know about his escapade with the young doctor here all those years ago. He made sure not to speak wind of it to anyone.

Anger bubbled up inside of him when the shock left him. Was she doing this on purpose? Did he know who he was?

The tall man stood when she was only a foot or more away and she finally looked up from the manila folder, craning her neck her eyes widened seeing the familiar tattooed arm and skull mask covering the face of the mystery man she spent the night with all those years ago.

The folder slipped from her hands and onto the floor, papers scattering about as she starred at him, as if seeing a ghost. And he starred down at her with stone cold glaring eyes of a man who did not want to see her, again.

So, this was the Simon that she'd dream about from time to time? Tall, dangerous, cold and still as mysterious as the day she met him. It couldn't be him. The Simon she met had kinder curious eyes, yes he was cold but that night he made her melt with just a stare.

Quickly she averted her gaze to the side and cleared her throat. No, it really couldn't be...but the tattoo was unmistakable and if not that the mask was a dead giveaway.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath feigning innocence. Turning back to look at him she smiled sweetly," Dios mio, I'm just clumsy today I'm sorry about that. Why don't you have a seat and tell me whats going on,"

So she was going down this road huh? Simon took in a breath and sat back down on the stool keeping his cold unwavering stare on her as she crouched to collect the folder and papers that scattered about. He could have helped her but the less he interacted with her the better. He left her back in Puerto Rico for a reason and this was not that reason.

As she collected her paper work she stood straight up and turned back to her small little desk where a few little picture frames decorated the surface along with some medical instruments. She took one frame in particular and tried to quickly put it face down blocking his view with her body. She was living her life perfectly fine without him, they both were and she would be damned if he found out about her. That early morning he decided not to say a single thing that could help her find him, only his voice and name, it was all she had.

Ghost looked at her and saw her movements. She was trying to hide something and he already was on it. He remained seated examining her backside. She still looked the same, petite, small but she looked fuller now. Hips wider, legs and arms a bit thicker too. It seemed she put on a healthy few pounds while away on the island, or maybe it was due to age? Whichever it was she looked absolutely stunning even with the white lab coat on.

"Sargent found a piece of shrapnel or scrap metal, tossed it back and it nicked my arm," Cold, to the point.

With a small nod she quickly slipped on some black latex free gloves and grabbed what she needed to clean his little nick.

The next few minutes were excruciating between the two of them. The silence felt heavy in the air and the poor doctor felt so burdened by it she felt like she had to say something but refused.

Pretend not to know him. She had to pretend she was just patching up any soldier from the 141 but her body kept reminding her and even her mind reminded her that he wasn't just any soldier. He was of high rank, under Price and that had to stand for something.

Ghost, shifted a bit when she applied pressure on the now cleaned gash which was in fact not a nick, it needed to be stitched shut so she was preparing for that.

"Why are you here?" His question was so unexpected the doctor paused right before she pierced his tattooed skin with the needle and thread.

There were so many reason as to why but it depended on which reason he wanted to hear. Releasing a heavy sigh she tilted her head keeping her gaze on the suture.

"You knew I went to college to become a doctor. Turns out I was very good at it. I stitched nerves together and helped those wounded soldiers regain feeling back to their separated limbs. Laswell thought I'd make a good doctor here for the base or 141 and company, the money was good, the housing was and the education is phenomenal too."

She was still young so education must've have been her second reason as to why she decided to come here but there was still one question in his mind.

"Who's the girl?" The one question that she dreaded. She suppose she wasn't as fast as she thought when she tried to hide it. Simon always looked around his surroundings so her desk was also apart of the surrounding and noticed a small girl no older than three or four smiling with two front teeth missing. Eyes blue, green or hazel, hair almost brown or red. Didn't look like it was her daughter now that he thought about it but again, it was just a quick look.

"She's my niece."

"You have no siblings."

"Step-niece then."

"That's not a thing."

She huffed giving him a look of 'you are unbelievable'. Why did it matter to him who the girl is? When she went looking for him when she found out she was going to be a mother he was nowhere to be found like a ghost. She suffered through out university with morning sickness, cravings of foods she didn't think were even healthy and doctor appointments where only her mother attended with her.

Even after giving birth she didn't give up her dream of becoming a good doctor or surgeon to help people on the island. But when the opportunity arose for her to live in the U.S. she didn't hesitate to take it. And now here she was with the father of her daughter who currently was at a daycare right across the road from the base that Laswell told her it was safe.

Now she wasn't too sure with Simon around.

"Why do you want to know so badly?" She finished stitching up his gash and was currently placed a gaze on his arm and securing it.

Why did he want to know? Was there some hope that he was still somehow connected to this woman he found himself thinking about more than often recently? No, it couldn't be they were careful that night, they...

Then it dawned to the ghost. Slowly he stood up pushing her to the side and marched straight to the faced down picture. There's no possible way that the little girl in this picture could be his.

The doctor already knew where he was going and tired to stop him from reaching her desk by puling on his arm and tried with all her might to stop him but he was too strong and made it to her desk.

The first few rounds, no all of them were unprotected. He assumed she was either on the pill or even doing something to prevent pregnancy while she was out and about dancing away. Who wouldn't with a body like hers? He should've known yet they never talked about it. Not once did the topic of protection come up.

He picked up the frame and examined the child who smiled so happily without a care in the world similar to the woman who birthed her. While he starred at the picture the mother of said child was cursing at him in her native tongue and snatched the frame from him holding it against her chest.

"She's not even yours!" She exclaimed placing the photo down on top of the file cabinet glaring up into the cold eyes of the ghost who leaned forward placing his hand over hers the kept the photo down.

"You're lyin' again love," He said it low and so harsh to her and she flinched. It didn't matter if she was lying or not because her daughter will never know who her father was and her father will never ever get a chance to see her.

"Fuck you, pendejo," She spat out with so much venom Simon was ready to tear his mask off and devour her mouth and swallow every bit of venom she had in the tank. That's the least thing he deserved. He was close, his gloved hand went up her covered arm, her shoulder then up her neck.

Simon cupped her cheek while his other arm wrapped around her waist, she hesitated and placed a hand on his forearm ready to push it off if he said something or did something really outta pocket. Though she couldn't lie, she missed how close he could get without really trying.

Even if it was one night, she could never forget him.

"She's ours isn't she Amilia?"

She had to close her eyes because the intensity behind his were too much. This answer could either make or break their future relationship if there ever would be one. But deep down she knew that if she were to say 'yes' he'd step in or at least try to.

Simon knew it was his fault for leaving so suddenly but it wasn't anyone's fault he wasn't there or that she didn't tell him. The universe made it so that they could meet again under these circumstances. A deadly father and a bright mother. What a strange combination.

"Yes, Simon. She's... ours."

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PART 2

A/N

Ya' liked what I did there huh? CLIFFHANGER!

Please leave a comment, reblog and like so I may be MOTIVATED to press forward with more writing and no think I SUCK!

Thank you so much! MUAH!

[thatstormygeek]

Donald J. Trump’s closing rally at Madison Square Garden on the second to last Sunday before the election was a release of rage at a political and legal system that impeached, indicted and convicted him, a vivid and at times racist display of the dark energy animating the MAGA movement. A comic kicked off the rally by dismissing Puerto Rico as a “floating island of garbage,” then mocked Hispanics as failing to use birth control, Jews as cheap and Palestinians as rock-throwers, and called out a Black man in the audience with a reference to watermelon. Another speaker likened Vice President Kamala Harris to a prostitute with “pimp handlers.” A third called her “the Antichrist.” And the former Fox News host Tucker Carlson mocked Ms. Harris — the daughter of an Indian mother and a Jamaican father — with a made-up ethnicity, saying she was vying to become “the first Samoan-Malaysian, low IQ former California prosecutor ever to be elected president.” By the time the former president himself took the stage, an event billed as delivering the closing message of his campaign, with nine days left in a tossup race, had instead become a carnival of grievances, misogyny and racism.

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[dear-indies]

Hi Cat! Can I get some help with a black woman (ethnicity doesn't matter) in her 20s with the same vibes as Amy Love from the duo Nova Twins? Thanks in advance!

Junglepussy (1991) Jamaican / Trinidadian - is asexual and autistic - has spoken up for Palestine!

Kiana Madeira (1992) Irish, Unspecified First Nations, Black Canadian / White - in Fear Street.

Bree Runway (1992) Ghanaian - is queer.

TiaCorine (1993) Japanese, African American / Shoshone.

Slick Woods (1993) African-American - is bisexual.

Jazzelle (1995) African-American - has spoken up for Palestine!

Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American, ¼ Korean - in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Uncharted.

Tkay Maidza (1996) Zimbabwean.

Rico Nasty (1997) African-American / Puerto Rican.

Kiana Ledé (1997) African-American, Swedish, Mexican, Cherokee - has spoken up for Palestine!

Bali Baby (1997) African-American - is bisexual.

Kassius Nelson (1997) Black British - vibes in Dead Boy Detectives.

Bktherula (2002) African-American.

I hope this helps!

[spann-stann]

Setting Map: Viceroyalty Latinidad (REWORK)

CorpEmp Macrocommunities:

Aridoamerica: Northwest Mexico. Miffed they didn't get the Rio Grande, even in the 2800s.

Central America: Central America plus Panama minus El Salvador.

Chile: Rump Chile run by Tradcath Gremialists. At least they don't have to deal with the Mapuche anymore...

Grand Bajio: North-Central Mexico. Home to massive Neo-Chichimec and Purépecha industrial estates.

Gran Colombia: Colombia, Ecuador, and Venezuela. Bolivar was a corporatist all along!

Hispanola: Haiti, Dominican Republic, and Puerto Rico. The only islands of the Greater Antilles that weren't seized by the U.M. and W.C.O.F..

Indo-Caribbean: Trinidad-Tobago and the Guyanas. The Hindu Heartland outside of VR Jambudvīpa.

Kalingo Archipelago: The Lesser Antilles (sans T-T and Montserrat), home of Carib restorationist movements.

Matto Grosso: Brazil's Center-West. Like to see themselves as the heirs of old Brazil.

Maya: Yucatan, northern Guatemala, and Belize.

Mesoamerica: Central Mexico. Declared the Nahua and Zapotec homelands, dotted with Hispano-Gaelic enclaves.

Nordeste: Brazil's northeast. Finally free from Brazilian internal neocolonialism.

North Rio Grande: Coahuila, Nuevo Leon, and Tamaulipas. Once a Texan satellite state, its relationship with the First Dynasty's home made the N. Rio Grande an influential member of VR Latinidad following its formation.

Paraguay: Slightly larger now that it's acquired the Argentine Chaco. Provinces like styling themselves as the old Jesuit Reductions.

Patagonia: Southern Argentina and Chile, the homeland for the Mapuche people, as well as some Welsh enclaves.

Peru-Bolivia: Peru and Bolivia, back together! Styles itself as Neo-Incan, with a few acquired Japanese stylings.

São Paulo: Formed from the Brazilian state, plus Minas Gerais. One community of note within is the "Confederado Tribal Zone".

(South) Rio Grande: Southernmost Brazil. Lots of German, Italian, Polish, and Ukrainian enclaves.

Tucumán: Northern Argentina. A Neo-Diaguita and Tonocote project.

Non-CorpEmp Territory:

Cordons Sanitaire: The Falklands, Mexico City, Brazil's Federal District, and a large buffer zone between Buenos Aires (U.M. territory) and Uruguay (W.C.O.F.).

Green Consensus: A good chunk of the Amazon, Galapagos, and a restored Montserrat.

United Markets: The militarist Milleist Free State (Buenos Aires), Central America's Crypto Coast, Jamaican FVEM , and the Sandals-Bahamas Free Market Zone.

World Congress of Freedom: The Zapatista Federation (Chiapas), Cuban Republic, the Rio-Santo strip (Brazil), and Peoples Republic of Uruguay.

Reserves: Millenarianist, pacifist, and survivalist enclaves across the Viceroyalty, and several (formerly) uncontacted peoples in the Amazon.

CPC Activity: Organized criminal groups use the Mexico City and Brasilia Cordons Sanitaire as staging grounds for trafficking operations. Massive depots are usually seen built and rebuilt in the Amazon. Several descendants of Guantanamo detainees have formed pirate groups in the Caribbean.

[appro880]

Some of the Comments:

“There’s a lot going on, like, I don’t know if you know this but there’s literally a floating island of garbage in the middle of the ocean right now,” he said. “I think it’s called Puerto Rico.” --Tony Hinchcliffe

He also said that Latinos “love making babies.”

“There’s no pulling out. They don’t do that. They come / cum inside, just like they did to our country,”

When a Black Man-- And I Use That Term Losely-- He Implied That He Knew the Guy and They Spent Some Time "Carving Watermelons Together"...

Harris “and her pimp handlers will destroy our country.” We Need to Slaughter This Other People --Grant Cardone

Harris, who is the daughter of Jamaican and Indian immigrants, a “Samoan, Malaysian, low-IQ former California prosecutor.” -- Tucker Carlson

Referring to Hillary Clinton: She's “a sick bastard” and “a sick son of a bitch” and the Democratic Party “a bunch of degenerates.” --Sid Rosenberg

“You got homeless and veterans – Americans, Americans – sleeping on their own feces on a bench in Central Park,” Rosenberg said. “But the f**king illegals, they get whatever they want, don’t they?”

To You Black and Brown Trump Supporters:

These People Show You on a Daily Basis That They Have No Respect for You. They Only Want Your Vote and Then They Will Drop You Like a Hot Potato... However, Some of You Will Still Hitch Your Horse to Their Wagon! Well, That's on You!

"It's Nice to Laugh, But Don't Be the Joke" -- Janet Jackson

I Just Implore You to Reach for Your Balls at Least Once a Day to Make Sure They Are Still There... MAGA Might Have Stolen Them, Along with Your Last Shred of Dignity...

[curryvillain]

OLDIES SUNDAY: @Aventura - Obsesión (2002)

The Month of June is recognized as “Caribbean American Heritage Month“, and on “Oldies Sunday“, we want to highlight a few Artists who are a part of this. Today’s selection comes from the Dominican-American Bachata band Aventura with the single, “Obsesión“. Produced by Franklin Romero and released through Premium Latin Music in 2002, “Obsesión” was Aventura’s lead single off of their 2nd official…

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

I'm not white

You are not white. No really no one is "white". And I'm sick of this bullshit of people saying, "White" this and "Black" that and "Brown" this. Just stop. Judging people by skin pigment is something that we should not be doing at any point. And yet, the people that are "the most against racism" as it were, are insistent we continue to use these terms and so much so that if you are pale AT ALL you "should be considered white". Meanwhile you actually make it easier for people to be racist when you do this.

And you make the spreading of hate that much easier. "Boo hoo wyte pepo so bad they evil with no soul and something something melanin gives empathy". Shut the ever loving fuck up.

Frankly, it pisses me off more than anything to hear that kind of bullshit. AND YES that is a real thing people have said. We need to get away from labeling people as white, black, brown, etc, etc. Why? Easy, because if we are being honest here, it's kinda ignorant. I'm of French/Irish descent and I was born and raised in the US. Simple. And the same way I can say that. A "Black" man could be of Jamaican descent and also be born and raised in the US. Hell, he could be from Haiti and be a 3rd generation US citizen who's parents did REALLY well for themselves. You don't know. And that's the point.

You CAN'T know. It's just, "Oh this person LOOKS pale. We will just label him white, say he's never suffered oppression or discrimination at ALL and say that he is privileged." It's disgusting.

I've seen someone say that to a friend of mine, who's family barely survived the Holodomor, that he was just a "privileged little white boy". Excuse the fuck out of me but WHAT?! Kindly LTG.

Fact is in the US funny enough, those of Asian descent do better than almost ANY demographic in the US at all. People from India, Japan, China, South Korean, Taiwan, Philippines, etc, etc. Not "White". Which funny enough. Calling someone "White" and then saying, "White people have no culture" is some of the most racist and xenophobic shit I hear in my life. Why? Well let's look shall we. Where are can you find "White" people?

Russia

Brazil

Ukraine

South Africa

Spain

Mexico

Puerto Rico

Chile

Poland

England

Czech Republic

Switzerland

Canada

France

Germany

Ireland

Scotland

Finland

United States

And the list goes on. So you are going to tell me that NONE of the people from these countries have a culture. That they are just one with the "White Conglomerate" as it were? If you think as such then YOU are the racist. And also Xenophobic as well. We need to find a way to stop this "skin tone classification" bullshit. Especially since we seem to be EXPORTING IT to every other country in the world. Which, newsflash, is making things in the world THAT MUCH WORSE. And what's better? It's "well to do liberals" doing it. Congrats. You are making the world a worse place because you can't stop being racist little shits.

Am I blaming all liberals? No. Many? Absolutely.

We need to put a stop to this. And it needed to stop AGES ago.