#peripetyy

[redheadbigshoes]

At first, I was a little confused by what you meant when you said Americans acting like they’re not American, but I see what you’re saying. To me, it’s about the same when an American-born person talks about being Italian or German but not knowing the language, celebrating any holidays or engaging in anything culturally relevant except their grandma’s special meal.

I never took those people seriously because they all acted the same regardless of where their grandmas came from. I’m curious about the way other racial groups understand each other because, as a black person, most of us don’t have a specific nationality to claim. Is an American-born person with distant family Costa Rica exceptionally different from an American-born person with similarly distant family from Panama? I’m genuinely asking.

Yeah it’s exactly like the other examples you gave about being German or Italian!

Well, I don’t come from any of those countries, but even though they’re both Latin American there certainly is some differences.

I feel like when it comes to Latinos we have some cultural similarities and some personality similarities (in general). Especially comparing with white Americans or any other white person from outside LatAm. Latinos in general are more friendly, but even that trait I feel like there’s differences depending on the country you’re talking about.

[olivierperrier]

{ @peripetyy​ has asked closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them. }

The baker’s apprentice stands in the garden, flour dusting his hands and various seeds and spices littered his clothes. The cool of the garden was welcome opposed to the deep heat of the roaring ovens he faced day in and day out, hauling out loaves of bread and shelving them for distribution. The work was welcome to anything else he could be doing and he was lucky to have it. He had been there nearly a year now and not spoken a word to anyone within the castle walls - he’s better off silent than being asked questions he’d rather not answer.

The sun is beginning to set and there is peace - no one is around. They all are at the other end of the castle preparing for the celebration that night and finally relieving Olivier of his duties. Sure that no one was around, Olivier removes the dusted shirt reeking of work and bread to reveal strong arms and a slim back, well-muscled but covered in lashing scars now years old. He shakes it out to scatter seeds and as he splashes cool water of the fountain over his toasted forearms and neck birds come to gather and peck at the remnants of his work. The sight makes him smile, and a simple melody escapes his chest as first a quiet hum and then morphing stronger into words - a touch cracked from disuse but clear as the water washing his skin clean of the dust.     ❝ alouette, gentille alouette.                        alouette, je te plumerai ... ❞

He’s about to move on to the second verse when he is startled by the sound of a lone person clearing their throat behind him. Olivier whirls around to see a slim figure in the shadows - how long had he been there? Ollie stands there, water running down the curves of his chest and leaving tracks in the flour. In the fading light he can’t make out who’s there. The sound has dies completely save for the soft pant of his breath in the glowing twilight.

     He stands in silence, waiting.

[scnsualiti]

@peripetyy

Being an escort was always a risk and being an omega that was an escort was even bigger of one. Charlie had enough attitude to be an alpha, but he didn’t have the parts or the strength to back it up most of the time, which sucked. Today was one of those days where he regretted all of it. He had a cut down one cheek and his eye was quickly bruising and swelling up. In the contract, it said he wasn’t obligated to sleep with anybody that rented him, but some of the clients didn’t like that. “Nat, I’m back,” he muttered. Charlie was ready to curl up in bed and sleep for a week.

[ofdeathanddogs]

starter call for @peripetyy​ !!

   ❝ i’m actually not doing a defense class today, mate, if that’s what you’re asking about. ❞

[betweenshadcws]

@peripetyy

“Shh, shh... Don’t move. You hit your head hard!” Faye was leaning over the person on the ground.

[1000liveslived-a]

@peripetyy || every end leads to a new beginning

Life had a funny way of bringing things back in a full circle sometimes, a thought that Emma only had with the fact that her high school reunion was coming up. She had never truly forgotten about Feliks over the years, knowing that they had split on amicable terms after the distance had grown to be too much for the both of them. It was no secret that Emma was a highly physical creature in almost every aspect of her life... so that distance? It had truly been hard for her to deal with when life had taken them different directions. And yet here she was, in the area that had been rented out for the night, looking around the group of people she hadn’t seen in many years... hoping to catch sight of one person she had yet to see. 

It was genuinely hard for her to resist making her way over towards the bar, harder still when people continued to ask her why she wasn’t holding an alcoholic drink in her hand and attempting to urge her to change that fact. It was true that back then she had been known to be a bit of a drinker... more than she should have ever been when she was a teenager, in fact. Being a recovering alcoholic wasn’t easy... especially when there were all kinds of reminders about what she used to do all around her... 

So with that in mind, she remained at the opposite end of the building, sat in a chair as she rapidly tapped her finger against the wood surface of the table at her side. She was severely tempted to leave... nearly at the point where she knew she had to.

[olivierperrier]

Fins and Folk

{ @peripetyy }

the merman was not in a good mood.

in fact, ‘not in a good mood’ was an understatement for the gold and green beast’s current attitude.

    his PET had not come to visit him for three days now,      and olivier was getting testy. in fact, he was wounded     emotionally! if his pet mortal really loved him, olivier    wouldn’t have to warble to get his attention - right?

it hadn’t gone so well with those pesky shiny men who smelled of metal and flames and nasty horses last time olivier had wooed the royal mortal to him by song. besides, what mortal would be worth his gift if they weren’t tested every now and then?

so when one of those pompous mortals with red robes and tassels that was always prattling away at his little mortal boy, stealing his attention away from the merman, brought his fat soft hand to close to the water trying to impress the milkmaid

              WELL-

  he had only taken three fingers off, it wasn’t that big a deal.

[betweenshadcws]

@peripetyy

“You done with your travels?” Lucien wouldn’t hide the tired bitterness he found in his voice at the door opening and his mirrored self coming in with a suitcase.