#samoan pride

[samoankpoper21]

GTKM Uncomfortably Well

Get to Know Me Uncomfortably Well (kpop edition)

Which group have you thought about stanning, but never seem to get around to it? -- LOONA and A.C.E I know their vocal game is CUHRAZY!

Do you have any irl friends that like kpop? -- YES!! 🫰🏽

How old were you when you first got into kpop? -- 18

What song(s) took you a while to warm up to? -- A 'Good'bye - Super Junior -- 1004 - B.A.P -- Ko Ko Bop - EXO

Have you ever disliked a group/idol? If so, why? (You don’t have to say who it is if you’re scared of getting hate). -- I don't...think so 🤔

What annoys you the most about kpop? -- Toxic fans -_- I haven't experienced it myself - THANK GAWD! - but I have read and heard too many fan accounts about how "fans" felt entitled to the idol group and they start getting physical or talking shit. One account I remember reading where a plus size fan was shamed for stanning a group and the "fans" told her she was unfit to represent the group like breh -_-

What do you love the most about kpop? -- The sense of community/bonding you get. It's times like these where you realize music, regardless of language, really does break barries ^.^

Do you only listen to kpop? -- Noooooo 😝 I listen to hip-hop, r&b, rap, gospel, Island reggae, reggae, cumbia, reggaeton, corridos, old school Samoan songs, "oldies, soft rock, rock, edm, pop, etc 😝

Who are you favorite western artists (if you have any)? -- Aaliyah (RIP) -- Megan thee Stallion -- Mozzy -- Ice Cube -- Monica -- J. Cole -- Kendrick Lamar -- Toni Braxton

How long have you been into kpop? -- 14 years 😳😳

What music did you used to listen to before getting into kpop? -- See Question 08 🤣 nah but on a serious note every time I talk about KPOP I never fail to tell everyone KPOP saved my life. I was going through a really tough time and then I found KPOP; it motivated me to do better and love myself ^.^

What fandom(s) were you in before getting into kpop? Are you still in them? -- I was stanning Tokio Hotel real bad 🤣 not so much no =')

Which group did you used to think was overrated but ended up loving? -- SNSD (please don't come for me y'all 😭 I discovered 2NE1 before SNSD)

Is there a kpop song that annoys you? If so, which one? -- Bar Bar Bar by Crayon Pop 🤣

What aspects of kpop make you cringe/feel secondhand embarrassment? -- Mispronunciation of idol's names ie JungCOOK 🤦🏽‍♀️

Which concepts do you love? -- Girl group: girl crush (ie 2NE1) -- Boy group: when they're dancing in suits and look all suave and shit 🤣

Which concepts do you hate? -- The "cute" concept for the girls

If you could trade places with an idol, who would it be? -- Yonghwa of CNBLUE. Just once I would love to see what goes on through his head when he writes the lyrics for the songs and produces it. I want to be in the studio when all that shit goes down: the recording process, him correcting the the members, everything.

What do you look for in a bias? -- I tend to look at the visuals but I end up falling hard for the leaders 🤣

Which kpop company do you hate the most? -- Cube, they always have an amazing roster but never promote them properly

What are you opinions on shipping? -- When I first got into KPOP I was a hardcore JongHo (SHINee's Jonghyun and Minho) shipper; now I don't pay too much attention to it.

How did you get into kpop? -- Boys Over Flowers OST; fell in love with the Stand by Meeeee 🤣

Has anyone ever made fun of you or looked at you weird for liking kpop? -- OH HELL YEAH! My family used to talk mad shit calling me weird but look at me now, their kids are coming up to me talm bout, "Aunty I heard you listen to KPOP "🤣

What is the cringiest thing you did when you were starting to get into kpop? -- Bangs! 🤦🏽‍♀️ Tried to style my hair like Jan Di from Boys Over Flowers 🤦🏽‍♀️I would get up early every morning so I would straighten my bangs

How long does it take you to learn the names of each member in a group? -- Depends on the size of the group.

Are you a gg, bg, or middle/coed stan? -- bg

If you could hang out with one idol, who would you hang out with? -- NAMJOON! I'm tryna fuck him 🤣 all jokes aside I would love to see what goes on in his mind when he's writing and producing/being in the studio and hopefully going on a bike ride to a museum where we can later enjoy coffee at a small cafe 😍

Who is the bias to your third favorite group? -- Kim Jonghyun of SS501

What name from your native language would you give your ult bias? -- For CL probably Afimailelagi (Fire coming from Heaven for her charisma); Namjoon would be Enele (wisdom) 😍

Thought on fanfiction/AUs/etc? -- delulu is the solulu 🤣

[mannyblacque]

"Imagine a world without flowers. Faʻafafine are our flowers. It would be a pretty dull world without them. They're beautiful."

Samoan culture, like most indigenous cultures before colonialism, does not adhere to strict binary gender, and have no problems recognizing and respecting third genders.

[leeriot255]

Decided to make my own spider-Oc, His name is Noa Leota, and he’s Samoan. I haven’t really fleshed out his story beyond that, nor have i seen either of the into the spider verse films but I hope y’all like him as much as i do. He’s also pansexual, and i based his color scheme of different species of jumping spiders.

[zabchan]

Big Moana 2 Spoilers ahead. Beyond the cut is the Samoan to english translation of maui's 2nd song for moana. (And the context it appears in)

ladies and gents of the moana fandom, thanks to the effort of samoan speaker @yuki685 on youtube, and my buddy @rykierykerman for hooking me up with the text and screenshots

what i'd like to discuss with yall today is not only sharing the translation for this song, but some of the character implication this has for maui, especially when you look at how his OG legends depict him.

LYRICS:

(Maui singing in Samoan):

Aue, aue, le faigata / Aue, aue, how difficult it is

Ua pa'ū fa'anoanoa / Falling into sadness

Aue, aue, fa'ataga ola / Aue, aue, please allow this life to continue

Lenā La'u talosaga / This is my prayer

---

(E manu malo) / May there be blessings

(Opataia Foa'i and Te Vaka singing in Tokelauan)

Tele tele mana e o te vavau (Vavau) / Great, great power of mana

Tau ke tu ke Manumalo / Fight, stand tall and be victorious

Ke Manumalo / Be victorious

---

(Grandma Tala)

Aue, aue, mana e o te vavau / Aue, aue, the power of mana

Tau ke tu ke Manumalo / Fight, stand tall and be victorious

Ke Manumalo / Be victorious

Ke Manumalo / Be victorious

Ke Manumalo / Be victorious

_____

The piece that made me flip my shit when I read it was the confirmation that this song is a PRAYER

when I first heard this song before the movie I assumed it was a funeral rite. a dirge, followed by a choral revival. during the film, when maui and then the ancestors sang it over moana's lifeless body and I had no subtitles to go on, I thought perhaps it was a spell, or maybe a lullaby from Maui's far distant past, then taken up by the ancestors as a comfort to the grieving Maui- then back to the spell theory as Moana awoke to the powerful music and emotion channeled by tala and her crew.

even my first google translate search of the lyrics missed the word prayer, which goes to show that AI translation is no match for native human insight.

Maui's song being a prayer is a friggin big deal.

Maui's stories span the width & breadth of the pacific islands, and each culture arising from those island tells variations on that legend. some emphasize his rebellious side, others his inventiveness, still others his drive, his humor, his ingenuity, his pride. But a common theme in most is that this man, this demigod- he does NOT get along with the majority of his ancestors or the gods. Even when he's not outright malevolent to them, he's tricking them or undermining their effort. He's usually stubbornly self-sufficient, if he gets help from someone divine, its usually because he tricked them into doing it. Maui does not beg, he does not plead. (at least, not with any lasting sincerity). he's a charmer, a schemer.

But here he is, his tattoos stripped away, his hook gone, his beloved Moana growing colder and colder- he's out of tricks. he's out of time, out of power. he's as helpless as the day he was thrown into the ocean to save her. rock bottom, figuratively and literally.

he does the absolute last thing he can, born of pure desperation. pure grief, pure need. He prays.

he prays not expecting an answer. he prays, knowing that the gods and all his family would relish the chance to tell him to fuck all the way off. he prays, even if to no one but moana's lifeless body.

i often joke that maui is bad at feelings. but really what i mean is that maui is bad at regulating his feelings. he represses them as hard as he can, denies them, wraps them in humor and when that fails he straight up tries to out run them. its a maladaptive coping skill he's had to pick up over his immortal 3000 year lifespan because otherwise, he'd be wallowing in endless grief as friend after friend either dies or lives long enough to become his antagonist. boy has some serious trauma built up and no good examples of how to handle it in a healthy way.

until moana.

moana provided an example of how to be vulnerable without being weak. a safe space where he could share his heart and be met with understanding and validation. we see him mature, even fractionally, and in the sequel he's not nearly so closed off. he worries openly about moana, admits his concerns about the mission, even returns moana's favor from the first film and gives her a sincere, supportive pep talk.

but all his progress in processing his emotions seems to backfire in this moment. the first time he'd opened his heart to a fragile mortal friend and here he is, exactly as he feared, devastated at her passing. He had invested real time and care and attachment into this human and he's utterly shattered that its all coming to an end so fast. that he'll never experience her voice or her smile or her wit ever again.

she's precious to him. he cant bear to lose her. his sadness in more crushing than the ocean he's surrounded by, denser than the rock he kneels upon. even if he got his powers back, even if he pulled up a million islands, if Moana isn't there to land on them...there's no point.

less than 10 minutes ago he was ready to die for her.

3 minutes ago in movie time, maui faced his own mortality. powers stripped bare, down to his last ounce of strength, frying in impossible lightning heat, he kept struggling. the first look he gives moana is fear, raw and unfamiliar on that handsome face. but in this penultimate moment, his eyes meet moana's. his grimace gentles, eyebrows lift, gaze softens into a regretful, heart melting smile. he finds small comfort in seeing moana for one last time, seeing her unhurt, hearing her call his name. the rope slips from his grip, and somewhere in the milliseconds between lightning flashes, he relaxes, relief skitters across his features. perhaps he thinks "ahh, at least she's ok." "at least she'll outlive me". perhaps he has a moment of acceptance for his fate, knowing she's proud of him, knowing he did his very best. maybe he thinks ,"this way ill be sure to meet her again, in the afterlife. its for the best."

or maybe, just maybe, he thinks

"see you out there, moana."

but now, 3 minutes later, its once again the worst case scenario. any relief he had in that last smile at her is obliterated in the wake of his grief. its once again the worst case scenario. he's not thinking now of the curse being broken or his hook or his tattoos. a world that she's not in, whether he be human or demigod, is not a world he can stand to exist in. he cant do this without her. he needs her.

so he digs deep inside himself, through the pain or losing her, through his own family trauma and antagonism towards authority, and pride, to beg, on his knees for help from a higher power. its unclear to us if he's intending to pray to the gods or to his own ancestors or both or neither. to anyone who can help. to anyone who will listen.

and its neither of those sources who answer, at least, not as directly as matai vasa or tala do. its moana's kin, her loved ones, (eventually including the ocean), who answer from the great beyond. he looks them in the eyes and they weep with him. they sing power over moana and the impossible happens.

(salacious handholding occurs)

the stars are put back in maui's eyes, the sun back into his sky.

does this mean...

yes.

his tattoos are still cooler than hers.

even when theyre mad at him. (same, little guy, same.)

bruh.

now kiss

[miss-kuki-nz]

I looove it!!! 💯🇼🇸🇦🇸

with zilla fatu being on the roster they might as well rename it from wwe to swe cause theres so many damn somoans😭😭😭😭

[ed-recoverry]

Shoutout to all Oceanic LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Austronesian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Polynesian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Micronesian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Melanesian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Kwaio LGBTQ+ people.

Shoutout to all Papuan LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Australian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Kanak LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Norfolk Islander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Māori LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all New Zealander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Aboriginal Australian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Caledonian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Pitcairn Islander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all South Sea Islander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Rapa Nui LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Nauruan LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all New Caledonian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Native Hawaiian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Chuukese LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Solomon Islander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all West Papuan LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Fijian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Tahitian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Samoans LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Guamanian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Chamorro LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Torres Strait Islander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Ambonese LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Tongan LGBTQ+ folks.

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Shoutout to all Yapese LGBTQ+ folks.

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Shoutout to all Northern Mariana Islander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Mashellese LGBTQ+ folks.

Take pride in it all. Your culture, your identity, it’s all so beautiful. Celebrate where you are from and who you are. It makes you you, and that is something to be proud of.

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[caramelcleopatraa]

WORKOUT

word count: 801

x: typed this out in a couple of hours because I saw these pictures and imagined Roman working out in the outdoor gym and just started writing whatever came to my mind (not proofread) Enjoy this impulsive imagine.

content: 18+ mdni, established relationship, Roman Reigns x reader, Exhibitionism/Vouyerism, doggystyle, (sorta) public

He bought an Airbnb for you two after losing his championship title. Time to get away from the rush of it all. So, you two escaped and went to Miami, enjoying quality time alone in the house, or eating high end food in sparkling restaurants. The house was beautiful in itself. The exposing windows that separated the modern house from the outside. A mix of beige, black, and green. Decorative trees and bushes sprinkled around the house, complimenting the beige and black interior. The house had everything. Multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, a spacious pool with beautiful greenery surrounding it, and an outdoor gym overlooking the water and other modern houses in the distance. Of course, The outdoor gym was his favorite part of the house. And you reeked of the benefits. Watching his beautiful face contort as he pushed through different exercises. His warm caramel skin shining brighter with the sun’s help. You never thought that you would find yourself using the outdoor gym equipment. Except for today, grabbing onto the stable black bar while you and Roman engaged in a…. different type of workout.

“Mhm that ass so damn fat, making me feel so fucking good baby.” Your hand was starting to hurt from how tight you were grabbing onto the gym equipment. Your other arm was no help, being held behind you by your samoan lover. Soo, you wouldn't have to worry about grabbing on to the bar, because your other arm would be held behind you as well. Usually, you shied away from doing sexual acts in public, but he looks so sexy working out, you forgot to have shame while he fucked you stupid. Neither did you try to find shame because of the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. 

Your nails scratched at his forearms, yelling his favorite names in that sweet honey voice that hypnotized him into doing anything for you. “Ooohh~ shit! You’re fucking me so good!” The sight of his woman high off pleasure because of him gave him indescribable feelings of pride and happiness. “My baby so nasty, fuckk- keep talking to me mama,” Roman purred, burying himself deeper in your pussy, marveling at the wetness. Your legs were turning into jelly from his sudden slow and methodical, but forceful strokes. You needed more than that though. “Faster Roman…” His silence let you know what you needed to do. You knew that you would have to beg him to get what you wanted. “Daddy please stop playing! Fuck me for real!” But he didn’t give you any time to catch your breath, pulling you closer to his body by your torso and kissing you. He walked you closer to the edge, giving both of you a better view of the houses around you. But that also gave them a better view of you. 

“Ask me correctly.” “Baby, they can see us.” He held you tight against him, slyly slipping his thick hand between your thighs to rub your clit. “Let them see how good I’m fucking you. Ask daddy again.” You let out a heavy breath before saying, “P-please fuck me daddy. I need it so bad.” As much as he liked to tease you, he needed it as much as you did. Your arms were held behind your back again, but he submerged himself in the crook of your neck, talking you through it while sliding his dick back into you. Welcomed by the warmth and tightness he always missed when he pulled out of you. “That pussy feels so fucking good baby. You this wet because of me, huh?” You couldn’t respond before he started fucking you again. Your mouth fell agape, moaning like crazy. “Mhm, let ‘em hear. Let them hear how good I’m fucking this pussy.” His breath on your neck, his hold on you body, the way he fucked you, it made you dizzy. Your mind was going blank, and your knees were going weak, trying your best to communicate to him that you were going to cum without stuttering. “Daddy! Ugh shiit! Please let me cum.” “Go ahead mama, cum for me.” He held you up while you collapsed in his arms, legs shaking, eyes rolled back, screaming his name a couple more times while saying, “I’m coming!” as well. Your moans meshed with his deep grunts and groans, coming deep inside of you with some final thrusts, jerking your body forward. You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back. You grabbed the back of his neck, relaxing into his hold, sweaty and satisfied, close to your man. “Best workout you ever had huh?” He laughs at your joke, but doesn’t let you get the last word. “Just wait until after our date tonight sweetheart. You won’t ever need to hit the gym again.”

🏷️ tags :) @reignsboy19 @2-muchsauce @theninthwonder @harmshake @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede @badbitchcentralinc @christinabae @fame-ass-ers @southerngirl41 @cyberdejos2 @murrylove @sassginaswanmills @pixiedust4000

[zangtang]

Taking a shared pride in the results of their labour. I swear it's getting better at clothes for fat people. I dunno how much of this prompt is relevant, but it is very effective. adjust (or don't mention) jobs, ages, expressions and clothes as necessary. side view photo of two strong 40 year old handsome samoan rugby player with a hugely distended round beerbelly, wearing a white formal shirt and black suit, hugging on his belly, proud expectant father, boyfriends outside a busy pub at night, stern, looking at camera, raining

[mjonthetrack]

R4

Jey sat down on the concrete floor breathing

harshly, he’d long since discarded his bloodied

shirt. “Ima ask you one more time, who was

in that car,” he spoke calmly eyeing the tied

figure sitting in the wooden chair. The man

chuckled spitting blood at him,”fuck you pretty

boy, you ain’t bout that shit.” Jey let out a

laugh pushing himself up standing he nodded

his head,”aight,” he kissed his teeth grabbing

the glock from Jacob’s hand, aiming it to the

man’s knee he pulled the trigger twice. The

man yelled out,”FUCK YOU,” he screamed

out rocking forward. Jacob chuckled licking his

bottom lip,” wrong answer Uce,” he shot his own

gun blowing the other knee. Jey tapped the

man’s forehead with the barrel of his gun,”try

again.” The sound of the warehouse doors

opened and a completely composed Tamika

appeared, she didn’t flinch at the carnage

noting the familiar face from the same gang as

East,”I got him.” Jey searched her face not

detecting any bluff he nodded his head at

Jacob,” take care of this,” he wiped his gun off

on his pants walking to the woman,” where?”

Tamika paused only long enough to see his

abs glistening from sweat she hummed in

acknowledgment,” he was at mamas, I saw him

leave so I followed him, I got him waiting back

at the house, he doesn’t suspect anything I told

him I was gonna go pick us up some food.” Jey nodded his head in understanding,” he

alive?” Tamika sucked in air avoiding a slick

remark,” yes Jey, I didn’t touch him, it’s all

you.” The man nodded calling behind him,”Uce

you got the truck I’m going with Mika,” Jacob

called out in acknowledgment as the pair

left out. When the woman pulled up she

put a hand on Jey’s chest stopping him from

hopping out the car,” not in my parents house,

garage please it would be easier to clean.” Jey

half expecting her to ask for leniency surprised

leaned over kissing the woman’s cheek missing

how she flinched,” you did the right thing baby,

Ima handle it, you just stay here til I come get

you.” Tamika didn’t take orders from nobody,

especially his bobble headed ass but she

decided giving her connection to both men

and how East clearly went to his mama house

out of spite to try something malicious she

put her pride aside staying put. About ten

minutes later two pops rang out and then

Jey came out making a call to his own boys

in the Fatu family he’d already begun running

slowly since he arrived back home with his twin.

Speaking of his twin was suddenly there

nodding to Tamika a rare serious expression

on his face as he spoke with Jey. It was Jimmy

who stood outside whilst Jacob pulled in with

some other tall Samoans,”where are they?,”

came Jey’s voice as he wiped blood off his face,

Jacob grinned,” taking a nice swim, connects

already scrubbing evidence off from the truck

and the warehouse, what’s the deal with

the rat?” Jimmy nodded his head in the garage

making the other members go in to take care of

that, Jacob dapped Jey up clapping his back,”

that’s the fuck I’m talking about G, you handled

that.” “For Z,” Jey said his eyes connecting to

the figure of Tamika getting out her car and

ignoring their voices, she went into her house

slamming the front door. She hadn’t processed

the shit show she’d found herself in, the

betrayal, the woman flung a glass vase from the

kitchen island sending it loudly crashing onto

the wall. “FUCK,” she yelled taking a bat from

her cabinet closet and began swinging it at

anything in reach, the sounds of glass crashing

onto marble tiles sent Jey running in. He

saw the woman crashing out with angry

tears in her eyes, suddenly the ego of being

right to hate that man didn’t taste so sweet

to him. “Ma put it down,” he called out jogging

over he noted the glass about cussing, he

stepped carefully he pushed the bat out of

her grasp his strong arms around her waist

he easily lifted her and moved them to the living

room despite her angrily flailing telling him to

put her down. A few moments later the woman

was rooted in his lap with firm arms around

her waist keeping her still. Tamika cried out

bitterly at the old friend who’d betrayed her,

“I can’t believe I shared a bed with that

treacherous snake,” she screamed out angrily

hitting the back of Jey’s back who clenched his

jaw not happy about the reminder,” he’s

ashes now, it’s over baby.” Tamika scoffed,

“you’re not that fucking clueless, he was

apart of the gang on my mamas side, how the

fuck has this happened, how do I know who

I trust on that side, for all I know they been

plotting on this for a while.” Jacob

finally came inside having left his bloody shoes

on the front entrance,”Ima use a shower, oh

and homie squealed in the end, it was the party

apparently he wasn’t too happy at you speaking

to him, apparently he didn’t know you was

back in town, didn’t like a threat to what

he had going on with Mika.” Jey didn’t respond

but recieved it nodding, “thank you Uce, you

handled it that all I could ask for.” The locked

man nodded disappearing to one of the

bathrooms, Tamika swallowed the bile that

had come up from the anger she had, how

could she miss the signs. “I’m sorry,” was all

she uttered eerily calm, removing herself from

Jey’s lap she caught the brief glimpse of a

familiar purple car coming into her peripheral

she yelled out, jumping she had the strength to

knock Jey down to the ground in time as bullets

sprayed out the front windows, the force

knocked her families portrait from the fireplace

mantle it smashed along with anything else in

the path of the stray bullets. Jacob had run

out in just boxers having heard shots, he spotted

his cousin on the ground safe with the head of

the Diggs covering him with her smaller frame. Jacob was outside tag teaming with Jimmy

firing back in retaliation only managing to take

out a passenger as the car disappeared. Jimmy

ran in yelling for his brother who was shook

up by the sudden connection to the ground and

the woman on him. “Who the fuck was that?!,”

Jimmy said assuring they were okay cussing

at the sight of the home,”fuck Tamika.” Jey was

on his feet inspecting every inch of Tamika

assuring no bullets hit her then he was cussing,”

Jesus fuck, you saved my ass,” Tamika

saw the photo was ruined and she fell to her

knees. Jacob cussed out in realization,” man

T I’m sorry it’s better you’re alive.” Jey saw the

damage the woman’s legs wobbled she was

saved from bruising her knees as his arm

shielded her from falling,” my parents house,”

she screamed out,” I’ll kill them all,” she seethes

lurching forward but Jey kept her close,” we

need to get somewhere safe in case they spin

the block.” Jacob was able to get the paper

photo out as the trio got in the truck the

Samoans came in, Jimmy led the group driving

Tamika’s car to his place with Trinity. Being in

the Samoan territory they had a new ensured

protection, as members of the gang were all

about in arms for their heads of the family and

out of respect for Tamika. When the woman

was inside she avoided the brothers even

Trinity who tried to distract her, instead she shut

herself in a room and called her own father’s

members having them come join with the Fatu

gang. There was victory in numbers as her

father always taught her, the man’s old cuban

link was always around her wrist, she’d had

it altered when she was old enough.

It took the woman all but thirty minutes

to gather herself and face her men, she walked

to the front yard speaking cooly,” the sixth

street was behind this, retaliation, from this

point forward we are no longer connected

to them or any of their allies, if you see them

you know what to do.” Jey lifted his head from

his seat on the front steps already in deep

conversation with his brothers and cousin,

noting the woman’s calm demeanor he

listened as the woman renounced her other

side of the family, declaring green lights on

people she knew her whole life, for what they

did to his cousin and tried to do to them.

“Jey come here,” she called evenly, he stood

joining the woman with arms folded across

his chest,” this is Joshua Fatu, he is heading

the Fatu with his twin,” Jimmy nodded in

acknowledgement. She put her hand on Jey’s

shoulder,” consider from this point forward you

will respect them as you would me, there’s no

Fatu or Diggs anymore, from now on this is

your family, you will ride for your family, you will

die for your family, does anyone have any

objections?!” When the men didn’t argue she

nodded her head,” Jey, it’s on you,” she stepped

back letting him lead to his surprise at what

the woman had done. He eyed the group,” aight

we know our targets, the objectives are clear

get this shit done,” the men cheered and

dispersed together both families. Jey turned,”

you ain’t have to do that,” but the woman was

already inside helping Trinity with something. He shook his head sighing, a cold beer was

offered to him by Jimmy,” we got this bruh,

with the merger in place we got them on

numbers alone.” Solo appeared from inside,”

yo what’s up with Tami, she ain’t speak?” The

twins groaned filling the youngest in who

was napping on the couch.

The following days came and went

until a week passed, Zilla was there now

on crutches cussing at the objects slowing

him down but ultimately angrier he missed

out on his lick back but thanked Jey. Tamika

hadn’t spoken since she went inside that night,

even when Talisua alongside their pops arrived

to catch up on it all. The woman wordlessly sat

witness to their dad officially shifting power to

his sons, when it was over and a small party

came from celebration she excused herself to

the back deck she sat on the bottom steps

angrily eyeing the ground. How could

she have misjudged someone so badly,

she could’ve lost any of them if she wasn’t

more careful. She scrubbed her skin angrily

during every shower since as if to rid herself of

the ghost of East’s memory. Why did she ever

fall into that bitch’s bed, she never had feelings

for Dave, in all honestly her anger at Jey for

leaving fueled her bitter sex and hook ups with

the other man to forget the feelings she always

denied she had. Now he was back, and Dave

was not only gone but the cause behind it all.

Tamika wanted nothing more than to get the

fuck away from all of this but now as always

she was even more tangled in this dead end

life. Tamika heard someone call her name but

no response was what she offered, a hand on

her shoulder triggered her, she shoved them

away standing,” don’t fucking touch me .” She

saw the surprised eyes of Trinity holding a cup

of tea, Tamika sighed apologizing but the

woman took no offense waving it off,” you gone

be alright T?” Tamika quietly accepted the mug

sitting back down ignoring the eyes on her,”

yeah I’m good.” She took a sip of the tea, a new

presence was by her side, a tatted hand on her

knee made her sigh,” not now Jey.” Jey

didn’t move instead bringing her into his arms,

she tiredly accepted defeat leaning into his

large frame. “You did the right thing, you

saved my life as well baby, I owe you

everything.” Finding no comfort in his words

she kept her gaze low,” just take me inside,

I’m tired.”

[pluckywallflower]

This pride month, shout out to Jaiyah Saelua, who identifies as a faʻafafine, a third gender present in Polynesian society. She is the first openly non-binary and trans woman to compete in a FIFA World Cup qualifier.

And thanks to Taika Waititis's film Next Goal Wins, and fellow Samoan fa'afafine Kaimana for portraying her and sharing her story.

[noisymutantherelol]

MHA with Polynesian!Reader

(A/N: Wake up the queen has posted, me.)

(A/N: Let me know if you'd like a one shot!)

• Immediately Friends with Class 1-A. Immediately.

•Because of the reputation that your culture has because of Dwayne The Rock Johnson they would expect you to be strong. AND YOU FUCKING ARE.

• Deku is asking you so much about you like what are the islands like? Wanting to know more about your culture and quirk as well (c'mon its Midoriya)

Deku: "That's so cool! Your from (said Island)?! Awesome! What's it like over there? How hot is it there? What's your cultures mythology? How strong are you guys?

Polynesian!Reader: "Ah, wanna know more about me culture? Okay!"

• From my experience. Like most Polys immediately the mom/dad/parent of the group. No cap. You stop them from doing dumb BS and is probably the most friendly one.

• When they saw you kick ass for the first time. Mineta was scared of you, everyone else were scared, amazed, or wanting to fight you too! (*Cough* Bakugo)

•(if your a Polynesian Girl or girl straight up) The girls would probably be curious about the dances your culture does and would like to learn and they would teach you Japanese dances.

•(if your a Polynesian Guy or guy straight up) The boys would like to see you do a Haka or Sasa. They would definitely like learning phrases in (said Island) Language.

•They love your food. You and Sero tag team making Hispanic and (said Island) food. There's never leftovers when you two cook there will never be leftovers they eat it all.

•Present Mic? He would love to just listen to your music! Just sit there and listen to you sing or listen to any of your favorite songs like "Ofa Mai" and shit.

•In the end they love you and you love them very much and appreciate you and your pride in culture very much.

(Me, I'm Samoan, Tongan, Cuban and Hebrew :)

[gonetoforks]

I havent formally introduced her yet but, fun fact; my version of jennika as big mama's assistant is bi (like canon) and fa'afafine!

A samoan queer identity which she represents by being a trans woman. (though note they are not always the same) She/Her prns.

Being a queer samoan, I wanted to give her something meaningful to me, and since her character in rise was almost named "frida" i wanted to give the name more justification than just "she's a female painter."

Frida Khalo was famous for her flower motifs in her self portraits to represent fertility, but fa'afafine are often compared to flowers because of how they are considered special. They give the world variety, and flowers appear over and over again in logos and iconography for fa'afafine communities like SOFIAS & the pride flag.

She works under "Fr1da" as a codename (for big mama) and pen name (as a painter) because she's in the process of growing into her identity, like a flower.

Sheena also works at a local flower shop when she’s not fighting part-time in the Battle Nexus.

Happy Pride month and late AAPI heritage month!!

[heyybaejjk]

SAU LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 5

pairing; teen miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Manaia hates the weekend.

warnings/notes; manaia getting walked in on, CREEPY UNCLE WE ALL HATE EM YK. a little junior x manaia sibling moment 🥹 this was indeed proofread poorly. HA.

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Manaia had spent her Saturdays either working, cleaning or babysitting. Often, it was all three in that exact order. She'd wake up at 6 am and get ready for her job that paid absolute shit, and return home to a filthy house. Of course, her mother was no use. Her uncle that just moved in was no use. However, they'd complain about anything and everything not looking the way they wanted it to. Her other siblings who liked to be in and out of the house were also no use. And Junior, well, he is still a clueless child who's barely explored the world, let alone school. To Manaia, she'd admit babysitting was the worst of them all. Her mother and uncle were out, leaving an underaged child to look after another underaged child.

Now, if there was one thing more annoying than a Saturday full of deep cleaning, then there wasn't much to be excited about on a Sunday morning. At all.

For it to only be 6 am, it was too early for it to be this loud. Manaia groaned into her pillow, blocking her ears as she heard her mother's loud voice echoing through the walls. Her younger brother was hugging her arm trying to dwell more in dreamland, but they both found it useless as they were unable to fall back into slumber.

"Get up! Get ready for loku! [church]" the elder's voice rung through every corner of their small house.

"Mhh," Manaia got up, scratching her head in anger as the yelling turned into chants of her name repeatedly. "Okay, I'm up," she says to herself as a response.

She finds herself laughing as she watches her younger brother, Junior, consumed by all three thick blankets. So that explains why she was cold throughout the whole night, "Wake up, baby, we have to get ready."

"But I'm tired," the boy gets up and rubs his eyes, Manaia wraps an arm around his shoulder while smiling, "I know, but you'll see your friends at church the faster you get ready, yeah?" She tries to sway her brother.

He smiles immediately at the thought, "You're right."

"I always am, now go wake up Pele before mum starts yelling again," She laughs as her brother sulks at the thought.

Manaia had spent her sweet time looking around for the perfect dress to go with the sei Miguel had gifted her, but every dress she had was either too dark or too light to suit the colours she had. She dug further into her cupboards, squealing with excitement as she found the perfect puletasi.

Changing immediately, she sat on her bed and took off her top. Midway of changing without a single warning, the door swung open. Manaia yelped in surprise, wrapping her front with her blanket.

"Sorry, your mum told me to tell you to hurry up." A deep voice informed, a hint of smug in their tone.

She looks at the door and there stood a relative of hers. One she never liked. He was cocky, prideful, as well as a fucking creep. Manaia knew well to keep her distance.

Frightened to respond, she nods her head and mutters a small thank you.

"Where's my ofu loku? I gave it to you to iron."

"No, you didn't. You said put it in the wash."

"YOU- Kiuga, don't fuck with me right now."

Both latter's shut their mouth as a shout runs through the walls of the small house, "Kiuga! Siana and her kids are coming over so we can go loku together, did you puga the kipoki!?" [ boil the kettle? ]

Kiuga groans in annoyance looking over at David, "I thought I told you to- nevermind," he sighs, yet think nonetheless that standing and doing nothing about his problem would do anything, "Okay, find me a white button up and a black ie at least? I'm going to clean before Nai comes," he leaves the room.

Manaia could feel herself growing a migraine. She was stuck between a guy who seemed to be scared of using deodorant - who also had the choice to sit in the empty front seat - and a kid who did nothing but cry because his mother yelled at him and sent him death glares through the rearview mirror. It didn't seem to help when her phone was on 7% and her headphones were forgotten at home.

Her hopes of a good morning are high when their car is parked outside Kiuga's house. She wishes to run out the car and knock on the door, but is crushed when her mother demands she help Junior fix his outfit as it's stained with snot and tears. He would not have been crying if her mother had learnt not to be so aggressive in the morning. Or in general.

Her mother and uncle leave the car.

She sighs, her heart breaks at the sight of her brother looking up at her with teary eyes. Gently wiping his snotty face, she cupped his cheeks and gave him a comforting smile, "Are you okay, my honey?"

Junior shakes his head, hiccuping back a cough. His breathing slows down.

"It's okay not to feel okay, baby. Would you like a hug?"

Without an answer, he wraps his arms around Manaia's waist.

"Mum's a meanie," Junior whispers with a pout on his face.

"Mum's just getting old. She can be very impatient, she doesn't mean to hurt other people's feelings," she runs a calming hand up and down his back.

"Are you going to be mean to me when you're old?"

"No, Jay. I can never be mean to you," she sighs.

Manaia looks out the window, just as Kiuga rushes to the door of the car and opens it with a wide smile, "Manaia!"

He looks over to Junior who's engulfed by his friend's arms, "Hey, Jay," he says softly, he takes a seat beside Manaia. Placing an arm on her shoulder as he smiles at the small boy.

"You're a strong boy, you'll be fine," he ruffles his hair. Junior smiles through his tears.

"Where's David?"

"Right here!"

The three look over at the opened car door, the feeling of being squished together in a small car was no problem at this point in their life, this wasn't their first time doing so. David pushes Kiuga over, forcing his big form into the car.

Since young, Manaia wasn't fond of finding friends. Places like school, family gatherings, and drink-ups her mother would host were insanely too much. It was crowded and full of people. Church of all things were the worst. Something about teaching people how to live "right", don't do this, don't do that, would be drilled into their ass, only for sin to be penetrated right into their minds right after a sermon. Hypocritical kids who would make fun of her for having a mother who drank and drank, who all unknowingly had fathers that were long gone because of the same sitch her mother was in. Her older siblings were no help to her problem either. They only made things worse for her at home.

She had her baby brother. He was enough. He was everything.

Until two beaming families had joined. There, she was introduced to Kiuga and David. Two cousins who lived a few houses down from each other, but shared the bond of two siblings. Just like Manaia and Junior.

They hung out at church. They hung out at Bible studies. They moved to her school and grew even closer. And that was where they all met Sione. Her now, best friend.

Speaking of which, Manaia's phone dings.

Sione <3: Naia, can you bring those white chips you gave me last time? 😞😞 I'll come early to school if you do i swear

"You're only use your messaging app? Did you delete your socials again?" Kiuga asks upon seeing seeing Sione's contact name.

Manaia nods her head, "Only for a while so I can study properly without my mum complaining. Do not Disturb barely works on me because I end up going on my phone anyway."

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(bololicker) M.Ohara_99 has sent a message to pussy eatersssss

M.Ohara_99: Good morning, everyone. I hope you have a good service today at church. Blessings to the three of you.

A smile creeps onto David's face.

"Is that the girl you've been texting for a few months now?" Kiuga asks beside him. He shakes his head.

"Nah, just Mig being Mig," he whispers, hoping the mention of Manaia's small crush doesn't get her all flustered.

"You know.. she's wearing the sei he got her," David raises a brow, "I think you should show him."

The two whisper to each other, Manaia looks over to them in concern, "Are you okay?"

They nod their head and smile at her.

David intervenes in their moment of silence, "Oh Naia, can I take a photo of you wearing your sei? I just want to make sure I get the right one for my mum when I go shopping next week," he winks slyly at Kiuga, who which he rolls his eyes at.

Manaia agrees blindly, "Get Junior and I in it! Come closer, baby," she wraps her arms around his head and he's forcefully squished between her arms and stomach, nonetheless the boy giggles.

"And.. there! Thanks, Nai."

David hits send and grins evily at Manaia.

"What is it?" She asks.

"Nah, nah, nothing."

buzz buzz

David chuckles to himself at Miguel's reaction.

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M.Ohara_99 has taken a screenshot of your photo!

M.Ohara_99 is typing...

M.Ohara_99: She's effortlessly beautiful.

bololicker: you should come and tell her that yourself miggs 😼

"Ew! Get off, you're drooling on me!" Manaia squeals moving her shoulder as Kiuga groans at the interruption of his slumber.

"Sorry, what did I miss?"

"Nothing much," David whispers, "Pastor just mentioned another funeral we have to save money up for."

"Nothing much? Another funeral? David, that's so mean. That's so much to miss!" Manaia growls both the boys off for their behaviour.

"Who the hell died this time?"

Their voices were hushed down to a whisper as they sat at the back of everyone.

"It's so cold, why do they always blast the AC in here?" Kiuga comments.

"Cause everyone's too broke to have an aircon at home so they use it as much as they can-"

The three big AC's on the walls turn off.

"It's hot now, thanks a lot, Kiuga," Manaia says.

"How is it my fault!?" Kiuga bursts out as David and Manaia shake their head disapprovingly at him.

"I don't know, maybe God got sick of your complaining and turned the AC off for you to shut the fuck up."

"David, we're in church!"

"Ugh, it's so hot!" He leans back into his chair.

"If it's hot here, then imagine the heat in Samoa."

"Imagine the heat in Hell! If you three don't quiet down, I'll make sure you'll quiet down there!" An old lady that was sat right in front of them turned around, sick of their banter.

"Sorry, aunty," Manaia apologises, giving a toothy smile.

David groans, "Why couldn't it be her funeral we're going to?" He sneakily whispers to his close friends.

"David, don't be mean."

"I'm just saying."

"Manaia, I'm going to look so fucking good at this funeral. My chains and rings, all that shit."

"Kiuga, stop talking about it like it's a party. Someone died."

"Well everyone cries, then eats at the big ass table of food right after the service like it was nothing."

"Yeah," David chimes in, "Why go somewhere with a big feed and not look good?"

"...You're both right."

"When are we not?"

She shoves Kiuga in the side as he laughs.

Looking across the other side of the hall, she tries to spot her younger brother sitting with his friends. Smiling happily at the sight of Junior listening attentively to the sermon. She internally cringes at the sight of her uncle looking back at her.

Awkwardly looking anywhere but at him, Manaia focuses her attention back to the front.

"The hell is your uncle doing here? I thought he got deported." An annoyed Kiuga says.

"I thought he got deported twice back to Sa," David comments.

"My mum is letting him stay with us, don't know how long for."

"Speaking of your mum, where's Pele?"

"Home," Manaia says quickly, "She got into an argument with my mum this morning-"

"Are we going to ignore your creepy uncle just looking at you?"

"I rather just ignore him, stop looking his way-"

"If you three do NOT be quiet-"

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@zdawg14 hi :>

[wabanongblack]

Unspoken Bonds

Hey y'all, this is my first actual fic on here, it's a oneshot but if y'all like it I'm down to do a part two maybe, we'll see. Anywho it's a Rolliegns fic, enjoy babes

(Also, plz, this gif😭😭 I forgot about this)

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The roar of the crowd echoed like thunder through the arena as Roman Reigns stood in the center of the ring, his powerful frame silhouetted against the flashing lights. The atmosphere was electric, a testament to the years of sweat and sacrifice that had led him here. But tonight, amidst the cheers and chants, his heart thudded for another reason entirely—Seth Rollins.

Roman’s deep brown eyes scanned the sea of faces until they landed on Seth at ringside. Dressed in black jeans and a fitted leather jacket, Seth exuded an effortless charisma that drew attention even when he wasn’t in the spotlight. They were friends; brothers even—but there was a connection simmering just beneath the surface that neither dared to acknowledge.

As he executed a flawless Samoan drop on his opponent, Roman caught Seth's eye for just a moment. The world around them faded away as an unspoken understanding passed between them—a flicker of something more profound than friendship. Yet both men were bound by their pride and fears, refusing to voice what lingered just out of reach.

---

Later that night, after a victory celebrated with adrenaline-fueled excitement backstage, Roman found himself leaning against a wall in their hotel corridor. He could hear laughter and chatter from within their room—Dean Ambrose was already regaling The Usos with tales from the ring, hands animatedly gesturing as he mimicked moves and taunted his own wrestling persona.

“Reigns! You coming in or what?” Dean called out, poking his head through the doorframe.

“Yeah,” Roman replied absentmindedly but hesitated as he saw Seth walk past him into the room. The playful banter inside felt inviting yet suffocating at once. He stepped forward but suddenly found himself trapped between wanting to be part of it all and longing for solitude with Seth.

“Hey,” Seth said softly as he joined Roman outside the door. His voice was low enough that only Roman could hear it over the distant noise from within.

“Hey.” There was something electrifying about their proximity—the tension palpable between them like a tightly wound coil ready to snap.

“What’s up?” Seth asked casually but didn’t break eye contact.

“I… I don’t know,” Roman admitted. “You?”

“Just trying to breathe before diving back into chaos.” A smile flickered across Seth's face but faded quickly as if he sensed something deeper brewing beneath their light-hearted exchanges.

Time stretched infinitely as they stood together in silence under the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead—the weight of unspoken words heavy in the air between them. With each passing second, fear tugged at Roman's heart; would confessing their feelings shatter everything? Would it ruin what they had built together?

“Roman…” Seth started cautiously.

Before he could finish his thought, Dean burst through the door again. “Come on! You two are missing all my best material!” He dragged Roman inside with laughter while Jey and Jimmy Uso exchanged knowing glances—they too could sense the tension lingering around their brothers.

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That evening turned into night filled with camaraderie; beers clinked together in celebration while stories intertwined with laughter reverberated throughout their hotel room. Yet amidst it all, Roman’s thoughts kept drifting back to moments alone with Seth—the warmth of his laughter, how effortlessly they clicked when it came to strategy and life outside wrestling.

Hours later found them at a diner down the road from their hotel—Dean had insisted on stopping for late-night food despite everyone else being exhausted post-show celebrations. The booth was cramped but lively; plates piled high with greasy fries covered in cheese surrounded them while debates over who would win next week’s match raged on.

Roman glanced across at Seth as he joked about one particularly ridiculous mishap during training—a scene from last week that made everyone howl with laughter except for one person sitting quietly beside him: Roman himself.

Seth’s infectious energy lit up every corner of the diner—but all Roman could think about was how much he wanted to confess how deeply he felt for him; how every laugh shared felt like an invitation to take things further than just friendship.

As they left the diner under starry skies illuminated by streetlights glowing above them like tiny suns scattered across darkness, Roman finally found courage thrumming through his veins—the kind only love can summon forth when faced with uncertainty.

“Seth,” he began haltingly once they’d distanced themselves enough from prying ears. “Can we talk?”

“What’s up?” concern flashed across Seth’s face now serious amidst casual tones that usually defined their conversations.

“I need you to know something…” It seemed trivial compared to everything swirling around them—their history entwined within those words—but as uncertainty loomed closer than ever before; confessions became paramount if either wanted change or growth beyond mere brotherhood forged through wrestling rings alone…

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In this moment under pale moonlight casting shadows onto pavement beneath swirling clouds above where stars sparkled far away—it became clear neither man wished merely camaraderie anymore nor closeness tainted by fear paralyzing them both…

As both wrestlers took tentative steps closer toward each other—time suspended allowing every heartbeat echoing out loudness surrounding two hearts connected not solely by passion ignited inside rings battling foes alongside family ties born without blood—but rather love blooming silently waiting patiently behind walls created over years lived entangled so tightly intertwined…

And maybe—just maybe—it wouldn’t end badly after all...

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In an environment full of bravado and strength where warriors donned personas fiercely battling opponents before roaring crowds—they learned vulnerability held power too… And love might just be worth fighting for amidst chaos reigning supreme outside battles waged nightly within arenas everywhere they traveled...

[ed-recoverry]

Shoutout to all Pacific Islander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Native Hawaiian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Samoan LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Tokelauan LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Tuvaluan LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Tahiti LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Tongan LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Guamanian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Chamorro LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Mariana Islander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Carolinian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Palauan LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Yapese LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Chuukese LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Pohnpeian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Kosraean LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Marshallese LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Fijian LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Papua New Guinean LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Solomon Islander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Māori LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Rapa Nui LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to Uvean and Futunan LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Cook Islander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Kiribati LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all West Papuans LGBTQ+ folks.

Take pride in it all. Your culture, your identity, it’s all so beautiful. Celebrate where you are from and who you are. It makes you you, and that is something to be proud of.

Post for Asians, post for Middle Easterners, post for Oceanic folks, post for Hispanics , post for Africans, post for Native Americans, post for Caribbeans

[octoariadneeeeexoxo]

okay so heres something i forgot to include in the fankids’ infosheet (if you havent seen it yet, its somewhere on my profile lol) and thats their ethnicity‼️ so here you guys gooo

kiara: spanish (🇪🇸) + mexican (🇲🇽)

(i hc kwazii as spanish loll, and i hc peso as mexican‼️)

savannah: samoan (🇼🇸) + mexican (🇲🇽)

(swift is polynesian because i said so, and penny in this au is related to peso sooooooo, it just makes sense that shes also mexican)

piper: nigerian (🇳🇬) + mexican (🇲🇽)

(nigerian freddy real‼️‼️ also pips related to peso and penny in this au too so we already know what is ethnicity would be)

lia: chinese (🇨🇳) + american (🇺🇸) (with irish roots)

(surprise surprise, lia is actually wasian‼️ shes just a little more white presenting lmao, also i was too lazy to think of what country leo could be from so american it is, and june is canonnically chinese so)

joreen: dominican (🇩🇴) + filipino (🇵🇭)

(i hc that izzy is filipino because yeah woo pinoy pride‼️ and i hc that jake is dominican too LOL)

casey: american (🇺🇸)

(callie and peck are literally sheriff and deputy in the west, whats more white than that?) (i realise this might be offensive.. sorry if it is😭)

kyran: british (🇬🇧)

(this was already mentioned actually, but i had to include them since i dont wanna leave them out)

ayuna: mexican (🇲🇽) + american (🇺🇸) (with irish roots too, because where else would that ginger hair come from?)

(ofc i had to go with her parents’ canon ethnicities‼️‼️)