Loony’s Rwby Side Blog

im too embarrassed to talk about rwby on my main blog so now this exists

[arh-doubleu-bee-why]

hello my 4 followers. how are you doing

[noorshukrisblog]

My name is Nour, I’m 18 years old. I once dreamed of becoming a doctor—to help people, to heal, to bring hope. I studied hard and believed that education was my way out😭.

But the war took everything.💔

In a single moment, my home was destroyed. Everything I loved—my books, my memories, my dreams—was buried under rubble.😭😭💔💔

Now, I live with my family in a torn tent. It doesn’t protect us from the cold or the burning heat. We have no food, no clean water, no safety—nothing.😭😭💔💔

Every night we sleep not knowing what tomorrow will bring: a chance at life… or more pain.🍉🍉

My mother is elderly and needs care. I used to dream of helping others, but today I can’t even help my own family.💔🍉

I’m reaching out to every kind heart reading this: please, help us. Any amount, any support, means the world.🙏🙏💔🍉

Your kindness could help us survive… and maybe, one day, I’ll return to school and chase my dream again.❤️

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Be our voice in a world that’s forgotten us. Be the light in our darkness.❤️

[kimreesesdaughter]

I just left a plantation tour in Louisiana. I have a lot to say…

[purplechocolatekisses]

SAY IT!

[kimreesesdaughter]

I honestly thought I knew everything about slavery. Not so.

The owner of this particular plantation had it built by slaves for 3 years. Every brick was handmade. Over 120,000 bricks on 2,000+ acres of land (this place was huge.) The clay used for the bricks came from the Mississippi River. The majority of the slaves are buried under the Levees and water. Some are buried with their Masters. Not allowed to live with them but could be dead with them.

Before you enter the house, there’s a list of slaves who lived here including their age and how much they were purchased for. 124 total. Some slaves were worth as little as $25. As young as 5 years old.

On this particular plantation, the owner was big on punishment…he used noise making neck restraints. Imagine three 4lb balls around your neck with bells inside. Children were restrained by ankle locks that connected between their ankles.

This was a sugar cane plantation, one the worst practices to involve slaves because of its danger. A lot of slaves were decapitated, amputees and killed from the fields and machinery. A lot of kids lost their lives creating sugar. Speaking of children, a child stood in the living room and operated the fan with a string while guests ate dinner. As young as 3 years old.

Here’s what shook me even further: Before the Civil War, a lot of slave owners were going in debt and could not afford their properties and were not producing enough cotton and sugar to maintain their lifestyles. Slaves were used as HUMAN CREDIT CARDS. Slaves were a guaranteed line of credit. You could get HALF of your property’s value depending on how many healthy and able slaves you owned.

My people were human credit cards and lines of credit to BANKS. We were property. We were labeled as equipment and nothing more.

There is no such thing as a good slave owner. They owned my PEOPLE and used them as checks and balances. This cycle continues with prison and brutality. I do not want to hear shit about “Why can only Black people say this or that?” I don’t want to hear shit about “we’re all human.”

And by the way, not one of those slaves are at rest. Those spirits were so alive, you could feel their presence, their pain and someday, their revenge.

[kimreesesdaughter]

The front of the house and yard. This plantation was huge. Just thinking about my ancestors tending to all this land…

SOME of the enslaved names, ages, race and purchase price.

The living room.

Interior.

The dining room. That piece hanging above the table is ORIGINAL to the house. That’s the fan that a slave as young as 3 years old had to operate manually with a string.

The view from the balcony in the main hallway. This is how they looked over the slaves while they worked in the yard.

*sigh* Names of the enslaved that occupied the shacks. Children included. Their names are written inside one of the shacks. I’m not sure if there are other names inside other shacks because I could only handle 2. After I saw the punishment equipment, I left.

Slave Shacks. These are NOT the original shacks. These were built to imitate them.

Slaves for Sale Ads.

The landscape of Slavery throughout the United States in 1860. JUST 1860. Let that sink in.

Note: The last time the home was OWNED by a Louisiana citizen was 1972. This is her original bedroom, her lipstick is STILL on the dresser. This is why the house has been updated since slavery times because it was occupied up until 1972. Regardless, this used to be where house slaves slept.

[mikkeneko]

At a time when the US government is working harder than ever to erase and silence the history of African Americans, we must not let these things pass out of our awareness.

[wordfather]

[arch-trickster]

[wordfather]

[skatalite]

[tahthetrickster]

it’s december 1 where’s the christmas tail kitten bring him to me

[tahthetrickster]

i have to do EVERYTHING around here

[literal-trans-beans]

You can only reblog this post until 11/12/2025 5:00 PM CST.

Not kidding. This post will be locked then. Enjoy the novelty while you can.

[kujakumai]

Sometimes I do ship something and it's not unpopular its just that fanon harbors enough popular misconceptions to make the content frequently unreadable. So I will be like "can I have my ship please" and the internet will go "sure! here are a thousand results!" and I will go "is it actually my ship or is it some guys who are basically totally different characters in all meaningful ways that someone is having masquerade as my blorbos?" and the answer is yes often enough that I give up

[fireheartedpup]

Funniest fandoms are where the fans are like, "I'm obsessed with this. I don't recommend it even slightly."

[saunteringvaguelydownwards]

[butchgeorgefayne]

this gif is so funny

[butchgeorgefayne]

mercury when he eats emerald’s clearly labelled leftovers that he found in the evil office fridge

[some-pers0n]

It sucks so so badly when you're trying to interact and read about The Interest online and you keep seeing negative opinions and criticism and getting upset about it. Like you have the ability to recognize that a person is capable of having their own opinion and you too should be respectful and let people do as they please, yet you have that rabid creature part that wants to maul them for being Wrong

[some-pers0n]

Person: Y'know I tried checking out this one thing and it wasn't really my style. I found it kinda annoying after a while and dropped it soon after. Idk. Wouldn't recommend it

The patient and logical side of my brain: Well, so be it. You can't expect everyone to align with your own beliefs and opinions, can you? That person, even if you disagree, is entitled to that opinion. I understand you like it, but you must know not to disrespectfully engage and argue when it's a matter of different opinions and values

The evil and beast-like side of my brain: i need to hit that person with a rock. now.

[cowleyes]

rewatching with friends... their designs are sooooooo important

[venus-cat-people]

[cogandstar]

i am sorry

[easel-eisel]

evil wizard voice: i too have a "doom scroll"

[cephaloheath]

I miss my girls…

[ciaran]

i wish we could expand the definition of characters having a "parent/child relationship" (platonic connotation) to the nastier parts of parenting: the projection, the control, the invasions of privacy, the entitlement, the codependency that sours into mutual bitterness because the relationship is unbreakable and fragile at once. I want to see two unrelated characters have the kind of perversely needy animosity generally reserved for a lonely, angry mother and her kids... i want to see two characters who never once knew each other as kids play out the dynamics of an inheritance of misfortune otherwise reserved by fathers for their children