Goodness.

Hello, my sunshine! ♦

[Private]

Ah, Ms. Bordelle! A ready entrepreneur.

[Private]

Hopefully not all, at least retain your mouth so you can taste my baking.

[Private]

Alright, two ears and a mouth, and perhaps an eye so I can revel over again in just how fair you are.

No, not yet. I wanted to…

I tell you what. I’m not a loan agent, but I’ve seen the pitches that succeed.

Dreamboat*

Fixed it. :*

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Hello, my sunshine! ♦

[Private]

Ah, Ms. Bordelle! A ready entrepreneur.

[Private]

Hopefully not all, at least retain your mouth so you can taste my baking.

[Private]

Alright, two ears and a mouth, and perhaps an eye so I can revel over again in just how fair you are.

No, not yet. I wanted to…

I tell you what. I’m not a loan agent, but I’ve seen the pitches that succeed.

Hello, my sunshine! ♦

[Private]

Ah, Ms. Bordelle! A ready entrepreneur.

[Private]

Hopefully not all, at least retain your mouth so you can taste my baking.

[Private]

Alright, two ears and a mouth, and perhaps an eye so I can revel over again in just how fair you are.

No, not yet. I wanted to...

Hello, my sunshine! ♦

[Private]

Ah, Ms. Bordelle! A ready entrepreneur.

[Private]

Hopefully not all, at least retain your mouth so you can taste my baking.

Hello, my sunshine! ♦

nellabird

Porter talked to me and I just

I didn’t know what to say!!!!! I panicked

Hn.

You’re all right, love. You… It’s okay.

Okay.

I just. I didn’t expect it to be this hard, talking to him. You know? Just… godhead.

You’re still bouncing back, love. He… He’s different, now.

Maybe he’s just the same as he used to be, and we all changed around him.

…I still miss him.

We live in the same house, cheese ball. But I’ll come over to the den.

I know you do, love.

You feel so far away... I am in desperate need of kisses.

nellabird

Porter talked to me and I just

I didn’t know what to say!!!!! I panicked

Hn.

You’re all right, love. You… It’s okay.

Okay.

I just. I didn’t expect it to be this hard, talking to him. You know? Just… godhead.

You're still bouncing back, love. He... He's different, now.

nellabird

Porter talked to me and I just

I didn’t know what to say!!!!! I panicked

Hn.

You're all right, love. You... It's okay.

nellabird

Well, not really a date.  Nella had just been so kind as to accept Bryce’s offer of dinner.  He had intended it to be her and Hilly at his own home, but somehow, it became just the two of them.  And he couldn’t say he minded.

He also couldn’t say it didn’t scare him.  But he didn’t mind.  

Bryce arrived at Royal’s Steakhouse, a few minutes early.  He liked to be at the table before his company, as a matter of consideration; no one liked to be left waiting. Bryce felt it prudent, instead, to be sure that he was there waiting, so that no one had to be awkward.  He kept an eye on the door, waiting for her with the sauvignon on the table.

And soon enough, she was there, right on time.  Just as she did every time Bryce saw her, Nella captured his attention and stole his breath, the man rising quickly from their table to meet her before any awkwardness could be inflicted by the hosting staff.  Not, of course, that such a thing were possible.  The staffing was impeccable.  But Bryce wanted things to be perfect, not impeccable, and he straightened his bow tie before adjusting the cuffs on his pale salmon shirt.  

She and Hilly had been settled for a little longer than she had told Bryce, though only because they had started looking into homes. A place to start their life anew. In her mind, Nella imagined Bryce there with them, his own part of the house for himself... Wishful thinking, hopeful. She was jumping the gun before she could even load it, she would have to ask him something first. Before they found a house, or any of the rest.

Hello! My name’s Laura and i’m Lakota Sioux!

My family and I abstain from celebrating 4th of July every year because we’ve literally had our lands taken from us, our people brutally slaughtered and our traditions erased by the white people who brought ‘independence’ to this country, and we see it as a big middle finger to Native American people. Naturally, as such, I don’t enjoy seeing posts about this holiday. They physically make me upset, and more often than not i’ll see my mother cry because of people’s blatant disregard for our struggles. 

People tell me to shut up and not ruin their fun every year. People tell me to not be so preachy. People tell me relax. No matter how many times I try and explain that their ‘FREEDOM FUCK YEAH’ posts only apply to those of light skin, people still ignore us. 

I understand that you guys want to just have a good time, and don’t let me stop you, but please have some regard for us today. Please keep the people who’s entire existence was tarnished to make this day a thing in your minds and hearts when you’re eating apple pie and setting off fireworks.

Please just listen to us for once.

The slaying and moving of the natives? That came way after. For you specifically, that came in 1912, 200 years after independence day. I understand that it was the beginning of the end, but the 4th of July has nothing to do with colonization and destroying the natives. 

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And you know what? I’ve met you in person Laura. You’re white. Your mom is white. Everyone I met while I met you in Michigan? white. Your heart is in the right place or whatever but I can’t stand seeing your posts about being “native” on my dash. You might speak some of a native language but that’s probably because you pride yourself in learning 30 some languages.