black is...black ain't

Reasons why I won't ever get married

- hate most people
- annoying
- my surname is Butler and I need to keep it that way because I fully intend to continue making ‘simply one hell of a Butler’ jokes well into my old age and I can’t bear to throw away this golden opportunity that life and good fortune have provided me with
- ugly

Black women

First everybody complained about us “not having hair”
Then when we “got hair” y'all complained about us wearing weave
Now that black women are going natural and using neat products to maintain their natural hair, y'all complain that you’re “sick of all these Shea Butter bitches” and this “sudden, obviously fake black pride”
So after much thought and deep contemplation my only conclusion is
FUCK ALL you bigoted ankh niggas who think “the black wombman” should be chaste while you got 7 kids with six different mothers, FUCK ALL you barbershop “I only date white/light skin girls” ass niggas with your weak ass fades, FUCK ALL you white fuckboys who chase after girls with fake lips breasts and asses but call black women “hoes” for having that shit naturally, FUCK ALL you asian/hispanic fuckboys who want to sleep with black/dark girls but would never even think about bringing one home to your family because we’re not “good enough” for you, FUCK ALL you fake AllLivesMatter feminists who stan for Taylor Swift and her basic lanky ass or yell “Vote Hillary” but went mum’s the word as a 14-year old black child was dragged across the pavement by her HAIR since it’s “not really hers anyway so it probably doesn’t even hurt that bad”, just 100% royally and sincerely FUCK ALL YALL because you never once gave a damn about black women but at the same time wanna police our hair and bodies and self-conduct when you yourselves ain’t shit never was shit and never will be shit

The Adrien Diaries...

11 Feb 2017

Okay, I take it back. The ground is still really hard even in the super-suit. Especially when it’s three stories below you, and then suddenly RIGHT THERE. Screw it… Plagg wins. I’m DONE.


…it was a flawless plan. FLAWLESS, I SAY! It was my last day to look, and I just needed one quick glance…

I mean, Mari totally seemed to adore Chat when that whole date-with-an-akuma thing went down, so why WOULDN’T she be overjoyed to help me out?!


I mean, she’s like, my ONLY fan…

So, the plan was simple:

  1. Go to Marinette’s
  2. Explain that I have a bet with my Kwami, and it just requires her to turn around for a few minutes.
  3. Quickly and unobtrusively check out her adorably firm bottom
  4. Possibly win bet.

…FLAWLESS!!!

But then IT GETS BETTER! Cause I get over there, and I see her outside on her balcony! ALREADY BENT OVER WATERING FLOWERS!! SCORE!

I can get a gander, tease her a bit, then off I go. 



Except it wasn’t Marinette.

And it turns out she learned that throw from earlier today… from her mom.

…my back is totally bruised, as is my ego.


-Adrien Checked-Out-My-Friend’s-Mom Agreste

The process begins with the individual woman’s acceptance that American women, without exception, are socialized to be racist, classist and sexist, in varying degrees, and that labeling ourselves feminists does not change the fact that we must consciously work to rid ourselves of the legacy of negative socialization.
—  bell hooks, Ain’t I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism