A Constable Of Muffins

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[muffin-cop]

Since the The State of California vs. Tory Lanez case has resulted in a guilty verdict for him, I want to take time and reflect on how Megan Thee Stallion is one in a long line of black women to be vilified, made fun of, not believed, etc. by not just the public but specifically her own community. The Black community’s willingness to go above and beyond to protect/ advocate for known abusers, pedophiles, etc is definitely something that warrants full discussion.

Cases like R. Kelly and other abusers/violent members of this community has shown me firsthand that the black community will throw EVERYONE under the bus when it comes to protecting black men. I’m not sure where that almost reflexive need to discredit victims to keep from ‘another good black man’ from facing jail time came from but it seriously need to be analyzed.

The only way to really improve the community is to call out its faults and try to go from there, but why does no one seem to want to see the patterns of misogynoir, sexism, and normalization of violence against women and children and how they add to the issues in this community.

And I think what hurts to see the most is other black women WILLINGLY supporting these men and making excuses for their behavior. Never mind the fact that they would be facing the same ridicule and slander if they were victims as well.

[inkskinned]

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

[inkskinned]

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

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[myxhul]

quick thanzag doodle for pride month!!

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woof

[everythingfox]

He’s having a pedicure

[jay-trekking]

Imagine if Ser Arlan survived and made it to Ashfield only to watch every Lord and Prince of the Realm make fools of themselves over his squire

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im going through my skyrim screenshot folder

[han-j1]

Who names their character Susan

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I’m poisoning an enchanted crossbow, which I gave a nickname to so I wouldn’t accidentally sell it. The name of the weapon is “delicious quinoa, Susan”.

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oscar isaac, john boyega and daisy ridley attend the european premiere of star wars: the rise of skywalker on december 18th, 2019 in london, england.

[sartorialadventure]

Daisy Ridley in Vivienne Westwood:

With John Boyega, in a  blue Agbada, a robe traditionally worn by men in West Africa, with gold detailing. A Fila, a traditional Yoruba cap, finished the look:

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[newvegascowboy]

"Tumblr is my bedroom" this "tumblr is a pinboard" that

Tumblr is an apartment complex with thin walls and every so often you just have to listen to your neighbors say the most deranged shit imaginable

[boingmann]

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[pi-la]

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[owwllly]

one more time

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