#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.

[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😭😭😭😭

[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

[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.

Shoutout to all Marquesas Islander LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Yapese LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Kiribati LGBTQ+ folks.

Shoutout to all Niuean LGBTQ+ folks.

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

[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.

[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."

buzz buzz

(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."

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David chuckles to himself at Miguel's reaction.

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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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Call of Duty OC: Kanoa Toa 🇦🇸

Commission Art by @moonaliluna (not in tumblr but in instagram and tiktok) 🔼

The Captain of the US Marine Corps and the Leader of the Warriors Task Force. A man who has confidence for his team that they will protect and save the people from any threats. A funny guy to keep you smiling in any serious situations. And it questions everyone of how he became CAPTAIN with that kind of attitude.

UNIVERSE: Modern Warfare 2/Modern Warfare 3

General:

🇦🇸 Name: Kanoa Toa 🇦🇸 Alias(es): Noa, Alpha 6, Toa, Captain Funnypants (Only Tiala can call him that) 🇦🇸 Gender: Male 🇦🇸 Age: Early 30s 🇦🇸 Birthday: April 1st, 1990 🇦🇸 Nationality: United State National (American Samoa) 🇦🇸 Place of Birth: American Samoa 🇦🇸 Home: Kahaluu, Hawaii (Living with his sister) 🇦🇸 Spoken Languages: English, Samoan 🇦🇸 Sexuality: Heterosexual 🇦🇸 Occupation: Captain in the Marine Corps, Leader of the Warriors Task Force

Appearance:

🇦🇸 Eye Color: Dark Brown  🇦🇸 Hair Color: Black 🇦🇸 Height: 6’2”/187 cm 🇦🇸 Scars: Scar on his chest, back and on left side of his hips. 🇦🇸 Face Claim: Alex Tarrant

Favorites:

🇦🇸 Color: Any Shades of Green 🇦🇸 Food: Pani Popo and Luau Pipi 🇦🇸 Drink: Diet Coke 🇦🇸 Flower: Not into flowers but will get some for the pretty ladies 🇦🇸 Hairstyle: His hair are short so…don’t know what hairstyle he likes🤷

Personality:

🇦🇸 Myers Briggs Type: ESFP If you think that Kanoa is the kind of Captain who is VERY serious. You guessed wrong. First time meeting, when you salute him first and he’ll do it back. And give you a big HUG (He’s a hugger by the way). He will be the first responder without even THINKING. Like going into the battlefield not caring of other dangers but focusing on one main thing. Just like Tiala, he chooses his words carefully since he doesn’t want to upset or offend other people. He’s also an older brother figure for his comrades. Since he always bail them out from any troubles that they have caused. But he still needs to think of a punishment if they went TOO far. 🇦🇸 Hilarious: Kanoa is the most FUNNIEST guy you will ever met. He will always find a way to bring up some ridiculous story or jokes to his team. And they’ll laugh with him. And sometimes AT him too. 🇦🇸 Strong Common Sense: Even though Kanoa is the funniest and the nicest guy you’ve met. Don’t think that you can take him down so easily. He has good common sense. He trusts his own judgment but is open to other suggestions.

Negative Traits:

🇦🇸 Kanoa always so prideful for his team and his own work. You can hear him bragging about the good thing about himself for HOURS. 🇦🇸 Good at hiding of his pain (mentally). He also has “Smiling Depression”. Smiling in front of everyone making them think that he’s alright but on the inside he’s just a stressful Captain. 🇦🇸 Kanoa is like Tiala when it comes to deal with an enemy who has family. 🇦🇸 Kanoa is another one of those TERRIBLE driver. He can drive perfectly in a very calm state but when you ask him to speed up. This man will just ZIG-ZAG left and right.

Skills and Abilities:

🇦🇸 Fighting Style: Hand-to-Hand Combat 🇦🇸 Weapons: M4A1, HK416 and M550 🇦🇸 Distinct Weapons: Fixed Blade Dagger 🇦🇸 Special Skills: Has a good sense of improvising last minute. Like, when a mission goes wrong and it doesn’t go as planned; Captain Kanoa Toa got your back by finding another way around  to finish it.

Family:

Nakoa Loe Toa (Father, Alive)

Elei Toa (Mother, Alive)

Hōne Toa (1st Older Brother, Deceased)

Sami Toa (2nd Older Brother, Alive)

Serah Toa (Sister-in-Law, Samis’s Wife, Alive)

Penny Toa (Niece, Sami’s Daughter, Alive)

Dinah Toa (Niece, Sam’s Baby Daughter, Alive)

Rangi Toa (3rd Older Brother, Alive)

Tiala Toa (6th Younger Sister, Alive)

Hemi Toa (5th Younger Brother, Alive)

Iosefa Toa (4th Younger Brother, Alive)

Tamah Toa (3rd Younger Brother, Alive)

Fetu Fetuao Toa (2nd Younger Brother, Alive)

Iona and Kiona Toa (Youngest Brothers, Twins, Alive)

Trivia:

🇦🇸 Kanoa is the only funny kind of siblings in his family. Always make a good joke to keep them laughing and make them forget all of the bad things that happened. 🇦🇸 He’s the 2nd brother that Tiala is really close to after his older brother, Hōne, had passed away 🇦🇸 Kanoa will give you dad jokes 24/7 and even gives you the most embarrassing story about his brothers and his sister. But NEVER about himself. 🇦🇸 He’s always the first one to ask his comrades of who wanted to arm wrestle with him. If they win, he’ll get them ice cream. 🇦🇸 Give good love relationship advice but never get one for himself. (He’s single as heck man and he’s in his 30s!)

Background Story:

Kanoa was proudly born and raised on the island. The funniest man you will ever meet. He joined the Military at the age of 17. Which means he signed up right after High School. Just to keep the family lines going. He was really inspired by his dad, Nakoa, hearing his stories of joining the military.

He signed up with Rangi, his 3rd eldest brother, for the Marine Corps and they both started working hard on reaching to the top. He had also met his other older brother, named Hōne. Who was a Lieutenant at that time. Always make good fun with him during their military times. Until he heard the news of Hōne being KIA from one of the missions. It really took a toll on him.

But he kept going as he worked even harder to pass up the ranks. Until he reached up to the rank of being a Corporal. That’s when he met his sister, Tiala, who is a Private. He was happy and proud to see his little sister working hard to honor their older brother’s name. Until 4 years later, he found out about Tiala volunteering. To go on a solo mission to find out about the intel of the next location; by being the pretend victim for one of the human trafficking.

He’s not very sure about this mission until he gives in to Tiala reasoning with him. But how much he wishes he could take his words back. Finding out that his little sister has been taken away by the enemies. He was devastated and angry to hear this news. So he asks permission from the General to let him and the team he chooses to find her. FAST.

He didn’t give up on searching for Tiala until 2 months later. He finally found her. From the location where no one even KNEW it was there. He raided into the enemies hide out and unalive almost everyone without hesitating.

He took her back and stayed with her in the medical bay. Kanoa was heartbroken to see her in this state and that’s when he decided to make his own special team. He named it “Warriors Task Force”. And started working under one of the Generals of the Marine Corps, Alana Kalani.

He promised himself to bring protection and justice to the people who were victims from the trafficking and being hostages. And that’s when he became Captain of the Marine Corps.

[rose-of-oz]

𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

Okay, so as I was talking to Evie about the other day, I was going through one of my old notebooks and found a whole extended universe of Descendants OCs I had planned from middle school. I obviously don’t plan on formally introducing or doing anything with all of these OCs, because there is a lot of them, but I still thought it would be fun to share them with you guys! They’re not all in their original versions from my notebook, because a few of them did require a little changing and revamping, but I still hope you guys enjoy these little ideas from twelve-year-old me’s brain.

Soha Pride, daughter of Simba and Nala, Carlos ship. Able to attend Auradon Prep thanks to a spell from Fairy Godmother that allows her entire family to shift between their lion and human forms. Very dedicated to her duties as a princess of Pride Rock, but sometimes feels overshadowed by her older sister Kiara because she’s the oldest and the heir. Doesn’t believe any of the stuff Audrey and Chad say about the VKs and makes it her mission to be friends with them. Formerly a Jay ship. I am going to be introducing her formally in a little bit, so look out for that!

Josie Sparrow, daughter of Jack Sparrow, Evie ship. Auradon kid because it could never be decided whether Jack was a villain or not, and now he sails all around the seas surrounding Auradon and the different kingdoms. Has the ability to visit the Isle in her dreams, and it’s later revealed that that’s because her mother is Calypso. A huge troublemaker and prankster who’s constantly in trouble with Fairy Godmother, and becomes quick besties with Mal because of it when the VKs first come to Auradon.

Jackson Kelly-Jacobs, son of Jack Kelly and David Jacobs, OC ship. Son of Jack and Davey because I am a Javid shipper for life. A dancer and gymnast who’s on the R.O.A.R. team, and used to be friends with Chad before he turned into a bully. Really flirty and charming like his dad Jack, but still a total sweetheart. He and Evie quickly develop a WLW/MLM friendship when the VKs come to Auradon, and he definitely punches Chad during the Family Day thing.

Steven Smee, son of Mr. Smee, OC ship (Jackson’s boyfriend). Comes to Auradon with the VKs even though he’s not friends with them after Ben lets his dad persuade him to invite the child of a sidekick along with the children of villains so the people of Auradon are a bit “more receptive”. A complete shy sweetheart who loves his dad and brothers and misses them terribly when he leaves (because Smee is actually a really good dad) and is the reason the twins get to come to Auradon in the third movie. Kind of sensitive because he got bullied a lot as a kid on the Isle, but still has an inner strength that not a lot of people expect.

Maile Montunui, daughter of Moana, Uma ship. President and pretty much only member of the Auradon Prep Sailing Club, which the Sea Three join after they come to Auradon in the alternate post-second movie story that I had in my head. Incredibly courageous and not afraid to speak her mind, but sometimes gets herself into trouble from being too confident. Frequently curses and insults people in Samoan. Bisexual disaster who falls in love with Uma instantly, even if it takes Uma a while to feel the same about her.

Haven Hearts, daughter of the Queen of Hearts, Harry ship. Member of the VKs who had a sort of Romeo and Juliet romance going on with Harry, but has to break it off when they leave to go to Auradon. She wants desperately to be good and break away from her mother’s reputation, and dedicates herself to being better once the VKs choose good at the coronation, which causes some tension between her and Harry when they meet again in the second movie. In the alternate post-second movie story after the Sea Three come to Auradon, though, they reconcile and get back together. She’s fierce and sarcastic by nature but not mean, and she shares Mal’s love for graffiti.

Cierra Chernabog, daughter of Chernabog, Ben ship. Outcast even on the Isle because her father is a demon, doesn’t come to Auradon until after the second movie because so many people were against bringing Chernabog’s kid to Auradon the first time. Super shy and doesn’t talk a whole lot, but incredibly smart and loving. Has a demon form that she isn’t able to access until leaving the Isle, but it’s big and terrifying and still kind of cool.

Celeste Frollo, daughter of Judge Frollo, Audrey ship. Claudette’s twin sister, very religious and God-fearing due to her father’s teaching, so she has a lot of Catholic guilt over liking girls (picture, like, Carrie White with no telekinesis and if she was a lesbian). Gets to go to Auradon after the second movie, when Audrey’s slowly starting to reform herself and be more accepting of villain kids (we’re pretending the third movie doesn’t happen, I guess), and at the same time my girl slowly starts to overcome her guilt and they fall in love!

And there are even more, but I’m gonna stop there (😅). Hope you guys enjoyed this little look into my crazy little middle schooler brain!!

Tagging some of the Descendants moots: @ginger-grimm, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, @auxiliarydetective, and soft tagging @manyfandomocs!!

[mjonthetrack]

Chapter 1. Mirage

“Mahina Noe, I know you’re not still in that

car,” Drew shouts walking back to where the

petite woman was hiding away. The taller

woman rolled her eyes spotting the shorter

shrinking into the back seat,”bitch I know you’re

lying,” she laughs loudly swinging the door

open. “You said we were going to Samoa, this

does not look like Samoa, it looks like plain ass

Florida to me,” Mahina squints her brows and

scoffs seeing a Pensacola Beach sign by the

parking lots entrance to the sand. Drew taps her

manicured hands on the top of the vehicle,” look

bitch, a vacation is what you needed and this is

a pit stop along the way, our schedules matched

up so get your tid bit tail up out of this car.” By

this point Pili had come back spotting his

woman hadn’t joined him at setting up their

spot,”what’s going on babe?” Drew scoffed,”

she’s hiding from Florida,” the man grinned

brightly at his soul flame and shrugged his

shoulders,” you can stay in the car if you want

but I’m grilling fresh steaks-,” Mahina grumbled

and rushed past the pair to the site they had set

up. Most would be intimidated by the tall couple

However, Mahina had known Drew long before

her fame and even her fiancée Pili as well who

was always welcoming to her. Mahina admired what the pair had, in their

culture it was fated that when two people were

born they had a soul flame created by the gods

and goddesses to be their lifelong partner. If

she was honest she had little interest or belief in

the whole story, she saw how her parents were

and what her past relationships were like and

she just decided to scrap the whole notion. Of

course she believed that Drew and Pili were

meant for each other but divine intervention

seemed like a stretch. She tried to argue it

must've just been a Samoan thing but as Drew

had drilled into her before all the people of the

islands had one, even if she was from Hawaii.

The sound of Drew’s infectious laughter brought

her focus back, noting the couple playing

around in the water. Mahina smiled at the pair

waving, she settled down onto a beach

towel under the set up Pili argued but Drew

had ultimately constructed reminding him of

pussy power. Mahina enjoyed the pairs

dynamic, he never shied from Drew’s larger than

life personality and encouraged her ambitions.

Pili was a fitness freak and even owning his own

gym and instructed many people his eyes never

strayed from Drew, and Mahina had seen the

way women of all backgrounds would throw

themselves at him during work outs but they

seemed invisible to the man. Mahina thought

the pair had just lucked out, they were all about

each other but led their own lives as well, he

didn’t hold her back to cushion his pride and she

wasn’t worried about other women catching his

eyes. If she was honest she didn’t believe that

sort of man had been cut from the divine cloth

of life for her. She’d seen many types of men or

the boys who’d portrayed them around her age

and they were beneath the barrel picks.

“Are you just going to daydream all day bitch

or you gonna help us out?,” Drew plainly spoke

with an amused smile, holding a plate out for

Mahina. The shorter woman rolled her eyes

grabbing the veggies and chicken that had been

cut up and cubed, sat down to prepare the

skewers. Hearing Pili laugh and talk loudly to a

few different voices followed by Drew cracking

jokes made her stop placing the skewers onto

the grill. She wiped her hands pacing over with

her hands on her hips huffing,” I know y’all didn’t

leave me to cook for you to socialize.” The

shorter woman took note of a beautiful darker

complexion matching an equally pretty smile

and Mahina smiled brightly,” you’re so

gorgeous, I’m Mahina and we’re friends now,”

she took note of the woman’s hand offered but

had already wrapped her arms around the taller

woman. “ Down girl down,” Drew laughed

patting her friends shoulder who shyly

unlatched from the stranger who hadn’t

stopped smiling and laughing at the shorter girls

actions,” I’m Trinity, this is my Husband Jimmy,

and of course we are friends.” Drew shook her

head leaning on Pili who was speaking to a few

others who’d joined the smaller group,” sorry

about her she’s prone to making friends with

strangers.” Mahina rolled her eyes bumping her

hip into Drew’s,” Are you eating with us, we

have lots to eat?” Drew patted her shoulder,”

that’s why we have so much food Nani, they’re

good friends of Pili’s and use his gym from time

to time.” Mahina pouted hearing her nickname,”

whatever bitch I’m just going to go back to

prepping,” this time Trinity locked arms with the

petite woman not wanting to discourage her

friendly nature.”Cmon beloved I’m good at

making a mean fruit salad, Drew stop bullying

that sweet girl and help me dice up some

watermelon and pineapple.” The group were chilling across their set up for

the cook out, people were laughing and enjoying

the food and company when a few more figures

appeared. Mahina raised a brow at a hooded

figure wearing jeans and some Nike dunks, he

had on a chain, before she could clown the

figure for their misplaced choice of clothing

Drew laughed,” when did you start dressing like

you were going to hit a lick Jey.” Mahina

laughed at her friends remark leaning against

Trinity who’d been talking with her about work.

The other man who was with him was very

attractive but when she spotted kids and a

wedding band she lost interest, apparently his

name was Joe and her lack of reaction made

Drew whisper to Jimmy and Trinity about her

not knowing wrestling and moreso what her

mom had told Drew behind her back when she

was a teen, about who her father was making

the groups eyes widen outside of Mahina who’d

gone to a restroom break. “There’s no way in

hell,” Joe or Roman chortled over his beer,” he

never mentioned her,” Drew looked back at the

direction of where her best friend had since

disappeared,” she has no idea and her mom

made sure growing up she stayed ignorant to

the wrestling world, He knows of her but Letoya

makes sure he doesn’t interfere with her life.”

Trinity gapes,” wait her mom is LeToya

Luckett?!,” she squeals in excitement sipping

her fruity drink,” how awesome is that I mean

she must’ve seen so much growing up, that’s

sad about her dad though he always seemed like

a nice guy whenever he’s been around at

work.” Jimmy scratched his head and eyed his

twin,” you ever hear him mention a kid?,” Jey

who’d since pushed his hood down and started

on some ribs licking his fingers,” no he never

really speaks on private stuff he always seems

so in the zone or on the go.” Drew cleared her

throat alerting the woman’s nearing return and

the group switched to a different conversation

on focusing with sports. Mahina grumbled,” ew

yall can’t talk about something else I can’t stand

sports, it makes my ass itch,” she stepped up

and moved by where Jey sat her thigh brushing

his side as she was making herself a plate. The

ladder shuddered as his nerve endings felt like

they were on fire. His head shot up and he

caught her side profile and he felt like he

couldn’t swallow properly,”I’m Jey,” he

muttered offering his hand to officially meet her. “I know who you are I heard Jimmy call your

name earlier,” she said not looking up as she

finished making her plate and turning to see the

man who had been dressed wrong for the

beach. “Mahina Noe Luckett,” she offered her

hand and looking down at him she clenched her

jaw as her nerves seemed to sizzle at the

contact of his slightly sweaty, larger hands. His

eyes seemed to glaze in shock and her jaw

clenched in response,” you feel it too?” Jey

whispered. The younger woman shuddered

slightly as she turned from him to go back to

her seat muttering for him to hear,”no.”

[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

[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 :)