That one Twitter Meme from Mhyuo but with Stankyle/OrangeChai:
What do you meant this isn’t what happened? Kyle was totally Stanley’s very first crush & bi awakening even though he was unaware but he shook enough to drop his cigarette Kyle’s driver gave him-btw.
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Wdym that you were only a year old after gaining your first crush after being immediately sent overseas and staying in the workshops in Europe for a month and then you met this cool engine while working on the front who’s a couple of months older than you yet already had crow’s feet’s and eyebags but the biggest smile and he had more experience who then takes you underneath his wing and taught you everything he knew and he didn’t get mad at you even you made mistakes that you couldn’t help yourself that you end up being labeled as a jinx and derailed every single day unlike the others including him who was considered to be “lucky” but he gives you advice, defends you and keeps you company and you didn’t even know what exactly love is until it was explained to you but you still had a vague perception on it until you come to this realization when you constantly think of him and his smile and his attempts to cheer you up and makes you laugh you love hearing him laugh and just around him ..
Yeah that couldn’t be me.
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I’m once again struggling with if I’m going to post the next Harrenhal au fic all in one go or do a chapter or two at a time. Because the first chapter is finished and I’m dying for someone to read it, but also I know that will make me put off writing more and posting everything at once is so satisfying
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personal under the cut; just ranting into the abyss as a black woman
Existing as a black person/black woman in your white family is so fuckin exhausting and isolating when your white family isn’t actively/consciously aware of how you have to move in the world as a black person/woman and how EVEN IN FAMILY, you are actively having to try and fit in to THEIR space.
I always have to switch language for them, I always have to conduct myself in a way that isn’t authentically me, I always have to make them be comfortable with ME by fitting into THEIR world.
Never once are they trying to understand me, never once are they trying to coordinate a space that is comfortable for ME in terms of whiteness & cultural differences. I am always forced to attempt to fit into their culture, their standards, their way of speaking, their WHITENESS.
And how I talk/dress/act/physically look like is always different and always going to BE different from how they talk/dress/act/physically look. I will always stand out like a sore thumb whether I try to or not (especially when im NOT trying to), and even though they won’t pointedly say anything, I can FEEL it. I can feel it in the way they observe me, in the way I struggle trying to adapt to their whiteness and the community of whiteness they bring/I have to exist in and interact with.
And it’s like… listen im not asking them to cook jollof rice or injera for Christmas or whatever. But they so clearly do not interact with non-white culture/people/worldly experiences unless it’s from a lens of white observance if that makes sense? Like the way they interact is very “man observing zoo animal” and not really having to acknowledge/understand that the world (western societies in particular) are extremely ostracizing and isolating because you don’t allow space for non-white experiences and realities to exist. And that YES, even if they are not ‘racist’, that they still ACTIVELY partake in this. We are always operating by your systems and your rules and your level and idea of comfort.
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i can’t quite imagine getting married to any of my f/os yet,, but i know that there’s probably been a questionably large amount of marriage proposals tossed around from s/i to f/o.. I will make separate posts to talk about it so each selfship gets its own post :> but i think it’s funny.
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it’s the last show of my university career and everyone keeps crying and they are all so sad because so many people are leaving this year and I am really mad cause I’m literally too tired and stressed to even feel upset about it all and I just want to be a bit sad with my friends but instead I’m up here in the catwalks with these two guys I don’t really like and I’m quite mad about it.
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I need to get you a bubble. A nice sturdy bubble with titanium plates and sharp spikes so u don’t look like a fucking nerd
If you think my medical history is wild I promise you my breakup stories are so much worse.
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