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Can you believe Black Panther gave us bad ass women who weren’t over-sexualised, had combat appropriate footwear, clothing, and hairstyles, had their own ambitions, were well rounded and complex characters, and who all had their own story
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Kids be so damn cute and innocent like how
Awwww
This story was different actually??? And even better??? The girl, Brooklyn Andracke, used to wave at the truck every thursday and the trashman waved her back. It was a very important to her to do it every week. It was HER birthday, and she decided that she wanted to share her birthday cake with the trashman. She also wanted to meet her hero, whose name is Delvar Dopson.
The girl’s mother thanked Delvar for his work and explained to him how important it is for Brooklyn to wave at him every thursday. He was pretty surprised but he admitted that every time he drove near the house he hoped that the girl would wave at him. That’s not the end of the story though. Next week Delvar had a surprise for the little girl.
He brought her a bunch of amazing birthday gifts!
They both got quite popular, and Delvar is getting a lot of thank you messages from trashmen from all over the world for representing them in such a good way.
The real story is even cuter 😩💕
IM SO GLAD I KNOW THE STORY
“After he left, we continued on to daycare. Brooklyn was unusually quiet in the backseat. I asked her if she was okay, and she said, ‘Mommy, I’m so happy.’”
c-c-cute
MY HEART
Blessed post
Reblog again…one of my favorite posts…
Black Panther made it very clear that white Hollywood just doesn’t know how to write a female warrior in love.
Okoye loved a man too, but her story wasn’t ABOUT him.
He didn’t have to teach her a damn thing
She didn’t give anything up for him.
She didn’t go evil for a quick second and go on a rampage, losing herself, because she lost him.
She didn’t entertain, for even a miliisecond, compromising herself for him
She wasn’t crying over him
Their relationship wasn’t shoehorned in for no reason other than “there has to be a romance”
Most of her scenes had nothing to do with him
Except for the last point, all of that applies to Nakia too… but in addition
When he interrupted her work, she was angry and allowed to say something along the lines of “you ruined my mission!” unapologetically
She continued to do her job
She continued to thrive separate from him
Love for a single man didn’t outweigh her love for humanity and it wasn’t something she had to agonize over. It was a simple decision that wasn’t considered a real conflict for her.
In general, love didn’t make these heroes and warriors weak. It didn’t make these women vulnerable in a way that didn’t fit their personalities or compromise their duties.
In fact, we only saw love do that twice - when T’Challa saw Nakia and when T’Challa watched Zuri die.
after dying god informs you that hell is a myth, and “everyone sins, its ok”. instead the dead are sorted into six “houses of heaven” based on the sins they chose.
We arrived first at the House of Lust. “House” is a misleading term. It was more of a camp, spread over acres and acres of lush forest. There was a white sandy beach (nude, of course) full of copulating couples. There were little cabins sprinkled all along the path, from which orgasmic moans regularly came belting out. Men with six pack abs and women with perky breasts strolled by without even noticing me and God. They only had eyes for each other, tickling and pinching each other with flirtatious giggles.
“What do you think?” God asked as we passed a nineteen-way taking place in a pool of champagne. Little cherubs flitted overhead armed with mops and cleaning supplies, thankfully. “Lust is our most popular sin.” I eyed the supermodel-like figures of a couple passing nearby, and could easily see why. “You can look however you want. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want. No fetish is too taboo, and no desire can be denied here.”
It was quite tempting, but I wasn’t ready to make a permanent decision here. “Let’s see the others,” I told God.
We carried on to Greed. We passed rows and rows of mansions, each more opulent than the next. Some of them were so large that they would have had enough bed rooms to fit my entire hometown. And so many different styles: one second, we were in a beautiful French vineyard in front of a gorgeous chateau with the Alps in the background. The next second, a warm tropical beach with a modern mansion atop breathtaking cliffs. After that, a ski chalet in Colorado with a roaring fire in a hearth large enough to fit an ox. Each one had various Italian sports cars and Rolls Royces parked in front, with the occasional smattering of boats, helicopters, etc.
“Any material desire you ever wanted,” God explained. “Your own world, where you can have everything. You want the Hope Diamond? You can fly to Washington DC in your own solid gold helicopter and buy it from the Smithsonian. Hell, you can just buy the Smithsonian.”
Also tempting, but I decided to keep looking.
Gluttony was next up. Tables and tables of the very finest foods: beautiful steaks cooked medium rare; butter-poached lobster tail; fresh oysters on a half shell; exotic wines in dusty bottles that had been hiding in the cellars of the world’s finest restaurants. Everyone had a glass of champagne in hand and simply lounged on couches and chairs near the tables, eating endlessly. As soon as the inhabitants took a bite, the food just instantly came back. My mouth watered even watching them.
“In every other House, the food is practically sawdust compared to Gluttony,” God explained. “You haven’t truly experienced heaven until you’ve been to Gluttony.”
I shook my head, and we kept moving.
Sloth was as you’d expect. An endless sea of the softest mattresses, stacked with cushions and pillows that made the story of the princess and the pea seem minimalist. Little angels visited each resident, giving them massages that made them all melt into their blankets.
Wrath was… well, a lot like what I’d expect Hell to be like. Fire, brimstone, whips, torture.. you know, the works. Except here, you weren’t the one being tortured. Every enemy you’d ever made in your real life was now under your thumb. “Lots of people choose their fathers,” God explained. “Lots of grudges against parents in general, you know. But you’re not limited to that. Someone beat you out for a big promotion back on Earth? Take your pound of flesh here.”
Then we arrived at Envy. It looked… well, a lot like home.
“Go on in,” God said, gesturing toward the door. I turned the knob and walked in… and found Emily waiting inside. She ran forward, wrapped her arms around my neck, and planted a kiss right on my lips. “Welcome home, honey.”
I looked back toward God. “Oh, don’t be coy,” he said. “You have no secrets from me. We all know that you were in love with your best friend’s wife.” She didn’t seem to hear him at all; she went back into the hall. “We all know that you just settled for your own wife while secretly pining after her. Well, this is your chance to live happily ever after.”
I peered into the kitchen. Emily was baking something, wearing nothing but an apron. Her curly black hair fell softly over her shoulder as she whisked ingredients. She turned back, noticed I was observing her, and an enthusiastic smile spread across her face.
“It’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” God whispered in my ear.
I wanted to take it. God damn did I want to take it. But I shook my head.
God seemed puzzled. “You need to make a decision,” he told me.
“I haven’t seen Pride yet.”
He scoffed. “No one ever wants Pride, trust me.”
“Well, I want to see it.”
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Pride was boring. Just a row of workbenches in a bare white room.
“I don’t get it,” I told God.
“Yeah, no one does,” he answered. “That’s why no one ever chooses it. Doesn’t cavorting in Lust sound better than sitting here building little trinkets for the rest of eternity? Wouldn’t you rather gorge yourself in Gluttony? Or spend time with Emily in Envy?”
I considered the options again. “I pick Pride,” I finally told him.
He narrowed his eyes. “What? Look at it!” He gestured around the room again. There wasn’t much to look at. “Why would you choose this for the rest of time?”
“Because you don’t want me to pick it,” I told him. If he was really God, he’d know what a contrarian I can be. And I knew he was hiding something, trying to pretend like Pride didn’t exist. There was something special about it.
God scowled back. “Fine.” He led me over to one of the workbenches. In the center, there was a black space. A blank, empty void that went on forever. “Here’s your universe,” he said. “You’ve got seven days to get started.” He took his seat at the bench next to me and went back to tinkering in his own world. After a long pause, he finally spoke again: “You know, it might be nice for me to actually have some company for once.”
FUCKING I MEAN.
IT’S LIKE 7AM AND I LOVE GONNA REBLOG SO I CAN READ THIS SHIT AGAIN
HEY GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TODAY
The House of Representatives voted in favor of destroying key provisions of the ADA to allow businesses to continue, penalty free, to remain inaccessible, possibly indefinitely.
All y’all who like to talk about ableism on here and are eligible to vote in the US:
call your senators. Tell them no on 620. Tell them why accessibility and the ADA matter to you.
Washington Post: House passes changes to Americans With Disabilities Act over activists’ objections
Newsweek: House Votes to Gut the Americans With Disabilities Act to Nip ‘Abusive Lawsuits’
Now with citation! (thank you!)
accessible background info + supports and alternatives for calling your senator (written before the house vote, with a new statement here)
find your senator’s contact info here
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yoooo this is dope
Janelle Monáe has announced a new album: It’s called Dirty Computer and will mark her first album since 2013’s The Electric Lady. While a release date has not been set for the album, a trailer for the project, which includes an accompanying “film narrative,” will air in select theaters before screenings of Marvel’s Black Panther, which is now showing. (She’s calling the project an “emotion picture.”) Today, Monáe has shared the first online teaser for the project, in which she stars alongside Tessa Thompson and others. [x]
NEW ALBUM ALERT
#WCW: Chloe Kim
Where has Chloe been all of my life?
Aliona Savchenko & Bruno Massot - Olympic Gold Medallists
Kendrick Lamar and SZA’s music video for All The Stars in honor of the Black Panther Movie!
Happy Black History Month Black Tumblr!
It’s such a pet peeve of mine when people can’t live in the moment and ask questions about what’s going on, you know what I mean? I can tell someone’s not interested in life when they ask me questions about what’s happening in the future, okay?
Michelle Buteau everyone
““Die mad about it” is my favorite shade ever. Now stop making women justify wanting birth control coverage because of all the other health care benefits the Pill has.”
DIE MAD ABOUT IT.
indie band name generator:
your favourite fruit + the last reason you took painkillers
Grapefruit Migraine
Honeydew Hangover
“it doesn’t matter how people see you!”
but it does, doesn’t it. in high school i was “smart but distracted” and “a dropout” and “never in class.” i was seen as flighty, as incapable, as a certified mess. it was true, of course. i never did my homework. i didn’t show up for the test. i had teachers who sighed when i approached their desks: of course you suck was the constant message.
it took me 6 years to graduate college, at which point i was magna cum laude. everyone knew me as the “overachiever” the “group leader” the “of course you did the extra work.” it was odd to me. everyone saw me as organized, efficient, self-sustaining. i was the same person, wasn’t i. just as tired. certainly still mentally ill, even if i was better at handling it.
in one of my education classes, we’d learn that perception is everything. if you’re a girl, you see yourself as doing worse, even when you’re doing better. it plays into race, too: a phenomenon known as stereotype threat. students frequently rate themselves harder than the professor does. and of course, the ultimate of perception’s abilities: if you tell someone “i expect you’re going to do well,” they do. the same is true of the reverse.
i see a lot of people asking me why representation is such a good thing. or why we need to be careful about our intrinsic feelings. why does it matter, after all, that girls don’t think they belong in STEM. who cares about that one man who came out and said they’re biologically incompatible with it?
there’s a girl i babysat when i was younger. mostly i was there for her little brother. i heard her, late at night, whispering to herself: you’re so stupid, you’re stupid, why can’t you just understand this. it’s not unfamiliar. i remember staring at homework my mental illness wouldn’t let me finish and thinking you’re so stupid, you’re a failure, the world would be better without your burden.
i went from being the person that copied homework to being the person people copied off of. i didn’t suddenly gain an IQ boost. yes, i got a few coping mechanisms that have certainly helped me through. but the fact is: now that people expect me to do good, i do. and it’s still never enough. when i see “100%” on a paper i don’t feel excited. i wonder why i didn’t get a 101. in my heart, i’m faking this.
in my heart, i’m still flighty, still struggling with mental illness, still the girl who can’t sit still. i’m still disorganized, still prone to wanting to run from conflict or the test or the homework i didn’t finish. but my teachers all see me as a gem, a symbol of perfection. here’s where the sad thing comes in: i miss just as much school for my mental illness. but because teachers like me, they let it slip. “you’re a good student,” i hear a lot, “don’t worry about it.” i’ve had teachers wave off entire finals based on my “good girl” category.
i wonder if there’s a girl like me who never got a chance to change her label, and if she’s sitting in class, turning out the same amount of homework. if she misses just as much, if she’s also late on the assignment, if she’s struggling to understand the problems. but she’s still “unorganized,” she’s still “a mess”. and nobody decides she’s worth it to just say “hey, i believe in you. and you can make it out of this.” if, because of the way people see her, she’s certain she’s worthless.
you’re a good person. you’re more than your grades. you can do this. i know you can. i’m proud of you either way.
This map should be included in every history book.
Oh wow! I’ve been wanting this for ages!
This needs to be in every history book along with a map showing where those nations have been pushed to now.
https://www.npr.org/assets/news/2014/06/Tribal_Nations_Map_NA.pdf
Here’s an even more detailed map, with Native nations labeled in their own languages. There’s also a super-detailed interactive map I know of, so I’ll reblog again when I find the link.
