Doctor Who a decade ago: Oh, silly Martha, racism isn’t something you should have to worry about as a time-travelling black woman! In fact, racism wasn’t really even that big of a thing, right gang? Just be cool and these 1600′s white people will fully accept you! Oh, and here’s the Great Depression! These are called Hoovervilles! They’re cute little towns where people who don’t have anywhere else to go live to find love, acceptance, and fairness! This Hooverville’s lead by an inspirational black guy who gives white people, including Great Depression Andrew Garfield, the whitest guy, advice before inevitably getting killed! By aliens of course, not by racists, cause that would be crazy.
Doctor Who 2017: [After regency-era rich white guy spews slurs at Bill] HOW ‘BOUT A PUNCH IN THE FACE, YOU USELESS RACIST SCUMBAG? LEARN SOME DAMN RESPECT FOR MINORITIES, WOMEN, AND THE POOR! YOU KNOW WHO WASN’T WHITE? THE LORD! CAPITALISM IS A SCOURGE ON HUMANITY! I DON’T RESPECT YOU OR ANY OF YOUR OTHER BOURGEOIS SWINE FRIENDS!
The black of Keith's paladin suit looks amazing on him- and the hair? I'm in love QwQ Lance also looks really freaking great for a nomad like- how did you come up with such attractive designs?? ugh you're so cool
IVE SEEN A FEW BLACK ARMOUR KEITH EDITS AND IT KILLS A MAN
(But in my au it’s black because it’s altean mourning armour which is worn after someone in the paladin team dies)
Keith is the only one still wearing his black armour it’s been like 3 years guys i wanna kms
ALSO THANK YOU LMAO his design is super inspired by the space mall episode
What if Castiel bringing Dean back from the dead wasn’t the first time he met the Winchester siblings?
Characters: Castiel x Winchester sister!reader + Sam and Dean (all kids), Lucifer and John (mentioned)
Words: About 1400
A/N: Usually, I’m really picky about things being canon, and I spend like hours researching to make sure, which sometimes actually kills my inspiration. While this time, I didn’t really have the time, and I just wanted to write, so if some things don’t really make sense with the storyline of the show, I’m sorry.
Just because Kira from Orphan Black is soooo cute.
Castiel stands outside of the motel, hidden amongst the trees of the forest surrounding the small town. The wind blows through the crowns of the trees, making the branches slightly bend in its force. It’s in the middle of the night and the only light sources are the moon and the stars above, and the dimmed light of a lamp placed on the windowsill inside one of the motel rooms.
That’s the one. That room.
The angel of the Lord is here on orders. He’s been told that he needs to kill a girl.
Like many other black women, I was conflicted about participating. That a group of white women had drawn clear inspiration from the 1963 March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, yet failed to acknowledge the historical precedent, rubbed me the wrong way. Here they go again, I thought, adopting the work of black people while erasing us.
I’d had enough before it even began. 53% of white women who voted in the 2016 presidential election did so for a man who aims to move society backward. Were white women now having buyer’s remorse? Where were all of these white people while our people are being killed in the streets, jobless, homeless, over incarcerated, under educated? Are you committed to freedom for everyone, or just yourselves?
For weeks, I sat on the sidelines. I saw debates on list-serves about whether or not to attend the march, the shade on social media directed at the “white women’s march.” Unconvinced that white women would ever fight for the rights of all of us, many decided to sit the march out.
Yet as time went on and the reality of the incoming Donald Trump administration sank in, something began to gnaw at me. Do I believe that a mass movement is necessary to transform power in this country? Do I believe that this mass movement must be multi-racial and multi-class? Do I believe that to build that mass movement, organizing beyond the choir is necessary? If I believe all of these things, how do we get there and what’s my role in making it happen?
I decided to challenge myself to be a part of something that isn’t perfect, that doesn’t articulate my values the way that I do and still show up, clear in my commitment, open and vulnerable to people who are new in their activism. I can be critical of white women and, at the same time, seek out and join with women, white and of color, who are awakening to the fact that all lives do not, in fact, matter, without compromising my dignity, my safety and radical politics.
Sandwiched between other protesters like a sardine in a can, I spoke with demonstrators in the crowd who said this was their first time participating in a mass mobilization. I saw people for whom this wasn’t their first time at a demonstration, but who thought that the days of protesting for our rights was over. I asked them what brought them there. They said they wanted to stand up for all of us. They realized that they, too, were under attack. They wanted to live in a world where everyone was valued, safe and taken care of. They were in awe of just how many people were there, just like them, to oppose the values of President Donald Trump’s administration. They wanted to do something besides feel hopeless.
That evening, I participated in a town hall meeting that drew more than 700 people and had more than 1,100 on the waiting list. Those gathered were mostly white, though there were also people of color present. About half the room said that the Women’s March was the first time they’d participated in a mass mobilization. They were willing to learn about how change happens and how they could be involved. And that was just the beginning.
Checking my social media feed that evening, I read comment after comment dismissing the march — an experience that was transformative for hundreds of thousands of people. I wondered what would have happened if, instead of inviting people in, I’d told people to fuck off and go home. Would they come back? Did it matter if they didn’t?
Anger has an important place in transforming our political consciousness, and should be valued as such. The white lady with the pink, knitted “pussy” hat that came to the march was angry as hell when her future president talked about grabbing women by the pussy. Though she may have been sitting on the sidelines up until now, she decided that she was going to do something about it. Anger at the way America depends on immigrant labor yet forces undocumented immigrants to live in the shadows may lead them to join the movement. Black Americans mad as hell about the ways that this country strips us of our humanity might join the movement, even though they didn’t before.
I agree with Solange when she says, “I got a lot to be mad about, and I have a right to be mad.” But that anger is not enough. It is insufficient to build or take power. Anger will not change the fact that Republicans have taken control of all three branches of government and control both chambers of the legislature in 32 states. Anger will not stop vigilantes from terrorizing our communities, and anger will not change an economy that deems too many of us as disposable.
More than a moral question, it is a practical one. Can we build a movement of millions with the people who may not grasp our black, queer, feminist, intersectional, anti-capitalist, anti-imperialist ideology but know that we deserve a better life and who are willing to fight for it and win?
If there was ever a time to activate our organizer super powers, this is it. I’m not going to argue that black people or other people of color need to stop holding white people accountable. White people are not going anywhere, but neither are we if we don’t start to think and do differently.
Hundreds of thousands of people are trying to figure out what it means to join a movement. If we demonstrate that to be a part of a movement, you must believe that people cannot change, that transformation is not possible, that it’s more important to be right than to be connected and interdependent, we will not win.
If our movement is not serious about building power, then we are just engaged in a futile exercise of who can be the most radical.
This is a moment for all of us to remember who we were when we stepped into the movement — to remember the organizers who were patient with us, who disagreed with us and yet stayed connected, who smiled knowingly when our self-righteousness consumed us.
I remember who I was before I gave my life to the movement. Someone was patient with me. Someone saw that I had something to contribute. Someone stuck with me. Someone did the work to increase my commitment. Someone taught me how to be accountable. Someone opened my eyes to the root causes of the problems we face. Someone pushed me to call forward my vision for the future. Someone trained me to bring other people who are looking for a movement into one.
No one is safe from the transition this country is undergoing. While many of us have faced hate, ignorance and greed in our daily lives, the period that we have entered is unlike anything that any of us has ever seen before.
We can build a movement in the millions, across difference. We will need to build a movement across divides of class, race, gender, age, documentation, religion and disability. Building a movement requires reaching out beyond the people who agree with you. Simply said, we need each other, and we need leadership and strategy.
We can tell people a hundred times over that because they haven’t been here, they have no right to be here now. But I promise that the only place that will get us is nowhere.
For Life is Strange fans who know Twin Peaks, it should be no surprise at all that the game was heavily inspired by it and features a lot of references! Here a list of all of those references I could find!
The plot of Twin Peaks also takes place in the Pacific Northwest and is centered around the mysterious disappearance of Laura Palmer, a well liked teenage girl, which mirrors Rachel Amber, prior to the series start.
• Both Rachel and Laura led double lives that even their closest friends didn’t know about. They even share the same birthdate, July 22nd.
• Both Life is Strange and Twin Peaks work with the “quiet town with secrets” trope.
• Both Life is Strange and Twin Peaks revolve around the fact that a well-loved man in the community commits horrendous murders. • The “Dark Room” where Rachel was taken, as well as the red curtains Max crosses when entering the Vortex Club party, are references to the Black Lodge from Twin Peaks. • The implication that Jefferson is shifting his attention to Victoria, who wins the Everyday Heroes photo contest, is similar to how the Twin Peaks villain kidnapped the winner of the Miss Twin Peaks pageant, which is in any case a parallel to the Everyday Heroes Photo Contest. • In the Dark Room, a letter to Sean Prescott addressing Nathan’s mental heath is signed by a Dr. Jacoby which is the name of a psychiatrist in Twin Peaks. • Mark Jefferson states that his orchestration of the Dark Room crimes stems from an obsession to capture the loss of innocence and youth. BOB and the other spirits of the Black Lodge in Twin Peaks feed on ‘garmonbozia’, a physical representation of pain and suffering, which they must torment people to create. • In the bathroom in the Two Whales, 'fire walk with me’ is written, an obvious reference to the movie Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me, the prequel to the original series. • The white horse in Twin Peaks which is featured in scenes with Laura Palmer is a mirror of the doe that appears in reference to Rachel Amber.
Chloe’s car license place is TWNPKS (Twin Peaks). • If Max tells David about Chloe’s murder in episode five, he shoots and kills Jefferson. Twin Peaks has a similar situation with Leland Palmer smothering Jacques Renault, whom he thought responsible of his daughter’s murder. • In the nightmare sequence before the final decision, there are two very Black Lodge-esque moments: The presence of Doppelgangers of Max’s friends and acquaintances which torture her psychologically, and a throwback to the academy hallway at the start of episode one where all the dialogue and hovertext is backwards.
• Nathan Prescott’s character might be inspired by Bobby. Frank Bowers’ character by James.
Kate Marsh’s last name might be a reference to Twin Peaks character Evelyn Marsh. • Samuel Taylor’s character may be an analog to the character of the Log Lady in Twin Peaks. Similarly to the Log Lady, Samuel is seen as a strange, creepy or quirky character and has a seemingly supernatural connection to the town with an uncanny insight into its mysteries.
So if you watch
Oushitsu Kyoushi Haine (also know as ‘The Royal Tutor’), maybe you’ll start to think which country is the main inspiration for the mangaka’s Granzreich. In some of the manga’s bonus features it is revealed that the Austro-Hungarian Empire, my country and Austria’s 19th century alliance gives the most of the details to the story. Today I will show you the parallel points of the reality and the fiction based on the first four episodes.
What we know that the kingdom of Granzreich is basically similar with Austria (in German ‘Österreich’ - ‘österr’ means Austrian) and their capital is Wiener (’Wien’ in German or ‘Vienna’ in English is the capital of Austria). Wiener’s popularity in the time of the show were 1,300,000 people, which is similar to Vienna’s popularity around the early 1900′s. (1,700,000 people if the Wikipedia says right things.)
And what things are the current parallels?
1. Royal Crest
The Granzreich family crest was based on the Habsbourg family crest - they are the royal family of Austria from the middle ages to the end of the World War II. Althought the crown on the top is a little bit different - that’s the crown from the Austro-Hungarian Empire’s Crest.
2. The Royal Palace
This was based on the Hofburg Palace, Vienna. This was the first royal palace in the town, but Franz Joseph I, the emperor of the Austro-Hungarian Empire built a bigger palace at the end of the town (Schönbrunn Palace) and the first metro line, because he likes the calm life but hates carriages. Now this is a governmental building and also works as a museum.
3. The Royals
Franz Joseph I was the main inspiration of the royal prince’s appearances and clothing. The black dress is from his youth and the blue, royal dress is in the early 1900s - he sat on the throne almost 70 years, from 1848 to 1916.
4. The Vain Princess
This is also based on a true story. Marie Antoinette, child of the Austrian and Hungarian Empress Marie Theresa (1717-1780) was married to the royal family of France as the wife of King Louis the XVI. They lived in big luxury when their people were starving, so in 1789 the france revolution was started and then she killed with the guillotine.
5. The Royal Capital
The places in the anime were also exist - the Ring (’RingStraße’), the Royal Opera House and the Town Hall. Here are my pictures about these buildings.
+ The Royal Puppy
Do you wonder which species is the royal dog? It’s a ‘komondor’, a Hungarian shepherd dog. Their fur also mop-like than the puli’s (Mark Zuckerberg’s Beast is also a hungarian dog, a ‘puli’ or mop dog), but their height are bigger to guard the cows or horses.
The indie label and the rap icon won a heated bidding war for the rights to two books — “Suspicion Nation: The Inside Story of the Trayvon Martin Injustice and Why We Continue to Repeat It” and “Rest in Power: The Enduring Life of Trayvon Martin.” The 2012 shooting of the 17-year-old Martin sparked a national debate about racial profiling and inequities of the criminal justice system that brought about the Black Lives Matter movement. The African-American high school student was killed by George Zimmerman, a 28-year-old mixed race Hispanic man, who was a member of the neighborhood watch in his Florida community. He claimed he shot Martin, who was unarmed, in self defense after the two became involved in a physical altercation. Zimmerman’s acquittal on a second-degree murder charge inspired protests around the country.
“Suspicion Nation” is by Lisa Bloom and recounts her experience covering the trial for NBC. She looks at the mistakes made by prosecutors that caused them to lose what she describes as a “winnable case.” “Rest in Power” is by Martin’s parents, Sybrina Fulton and Tracy Martin. It tells a more personal story, looking at Martin’s childhood and the aftermath of his death.
The plan is to make a six-part docu-series with Jay Z producing as part of a first-look deal he signed with the studio last September. The indie studio will also develop a narrative feature film. The Weinstein Company earned critical raves for “Fruitvale Station,” another true story, about the death of Oscar Grant, an unarmed black man who was killed in 2009 by a BART police officer.
The Weinstein Company confirmed the deal, but declined to offer comment.
There were several other studios interested in the project, including Fox Searchlight, Universal on behalf of Will Packer, and Ted Field. The Weinstein Company closed the deal last week. TWC honchos Harvey Weinstein and David Glasser had a marathon meeting on Oscar weekend in their Los Angeles office with Jay Z and Martin’s parents. They made it clear that they were most concerned with seeing their son’s life and legacy honored.
The authors were represented by Jan Miller and Lacy Lynch of Dupree Miller & Associates. Glasser, Weinstein, and Jay Z brokered the deal for the company.
Prompt: a universe where when you meet your soulmate your world turns from black and white to color. isaac meets his soulmate but she doesn’t see the same color he does. (this is from a soulmate au post, i can’t find it but if someone can link it to me i will add it here so all credits to the creator of that post.)
A/N: hello hello! so there will probably be a second part to this or maybe i’ll make it a series, idk! let me know and please send in more requests, the ones i have aren’t inspiring me, im sorry! ALSO, i would kill to make friends soooooo please send me an ask just talk to me lmao. i wont only write for teen wolf too, send me an ask if you want an imagine done and boom, i’ll try my best. (((SEND ME MORE PROMPTS)))
Not my gif! Credit where it is due!
Grey. You’d get used to seeing it too if it’s all you could see. At least that’s what people were taught since they were young. Life would be grey until you met your soulmate. Some people saw color since they were young and others had to wait to meet the future love of their life in their sixties to experience what most people long for. However, most people, including Isaac Lahey, met their soulmate within their teenage years.
You never know when your soulmate will walk into your life and neither did Isaac. Since he was young he was taught by his dad that he was nothing, not worthy of love so when he bumped into Y/N on the first day of freshman year and his whole world turned to color, he had no clue what to do. The beautiful girl he just bumped into, however didn’t see the same color he did, nothing changed for her.
He was in shock and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know her name or what classes she was in so he did what any normal teenage boy with low self esteem would do. He stared from a distance recognizing every single part of her body. Where she would breakout, what she would do when she was nervous and of course, the laugh. “God,” thought Isaac “that laugh could drive me crazy” or maybe it was her smile.
It took him a little less than a year and a bite from a werewolf for him to gather up the courage and talk to her. Flirting came easier after the bite but not with her. He could feel his throat closing up whenever she approached and suddenly it was like he was human again, in a good way nonetheless. She made the blood in him come alive and he couldn’t tell which part was worse, the pining after a beautiful girl who didn’t see the same colors as him or the way she didn’t feel loved despite his endless loving for her.
He felt things beginning to change one night when him and Y/N were studying together in her room. She pressed the eraser of her pencil to the side of her cheek, sweeping up some of the makeup on her face in the process as she sighed in frustration.
“I don’t get this at all. Health is so dumb, all this soulmate crap means nothing.” She complained looking up at Isaac at the desk across from her bed.
“I don’t think so, I think the soulmate thing is kind of beautiful.” He smiled to himself, bringing his eyes up to hers but upon seeing her intense glare he quickly looked down and turned the chair around. “I don’t know.” He quietly said shaking his head.
Y/N got up and sat at the edge of the bed spinning the chair around. “Isaac, please don’t tell me you’re buying this shit. I’ve seen grey my whole life and I have a feeling that’s not going to change.” She stated, tone sounding more sad than she intended.
His eyes shot up at her confession, he had always thought she didn’t see it too but something inside him had hoped she just ignored it. “I see in color,” He trailed off, averting his eyes to the furry pink carpet on the ground. “My soulmate doesn’t though. So in a way I guess you’re right. It’s stupid.”
Y/N looked sadly at her best friend but her eyes went wide as she remembered something she read earlier. She shot up from her spot on the bed reaching for her health textbook flipping through the pages.
“Wait, I read something about that earlier.” She bit her lip as she flipped through the pages. Isaac stood and moved to the opposite side of the bed as he studied her.
“Here,” she said turning the page around to Isaac and sliding it across the bed.
Isaac began to read aloud. “In some rare cases both soulmates will not see color. That is due to a tough soul, a soul who is too stubborn to believe in love or believe they can feel love. It is the job of the soulmate who sees color to make sure the other begins to feel worthy of love, and as a result, seeing color.” Isaac sighed. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” he thought.
So Isaac tried his best to show his best friend, his soulmate, that she was loved. That she put the color into his world, made everything brighter and boy was that a challenge.
Painted by yours truly Kodakthagreat. I was so excited to paint this. My inspiration came from the beautiful black women I’ve seen grow and blossom over the years. Black women are beautiful flowers that bloom despite all of the elements that try to stunt their growth or kill them. they’ll always bloom. I didn’t have any particular muse for this painting but I’d like to just thank all the black women in this world for being works of art. 🎨👏🏽😌
A/N: Inspired by Kat’s earlier headcanon. Also sorry the ending is so quick. I had a hard time figuring out how to end it.
Sirius watched as you jumped in front of a curse sent at Ginny Weasley. He should’ve realized you would. You’d always had a soft spot for the youngest Weasley and you hadn’t been placed in Gryffindor for nothing all those years ago.
James placed a comforting hand on Sirius’ shoulder as the killing curse hit you straight on. A growl escaped the back of his throat as he realized it was Bellatrix who had sent it flying.
“I’m gonna haunt her ass,” he muttered.
He watched, fists balled, in a mix of anger and sadness, as your body crumpled to the ground. He remembered the day he had passed. How quickly it had happened. How easy it had been. How peaceful almost. But seeing you, void of life, was something he’d never wanted to experience, no matter how badly he’d longed to embrace you again.
It won’t be long now, he thought. Not long until he held you again. Until he had your head resting in the crook of his neck and your familiar scent wafting in the air. God, how he’d missed you. The way your face lit up when he made a terrible joke. The way you’d comforted him during his bad times. The way the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces, jagged edges and all.
“Pads,” James nudged him in the direction of your shape appearing through a thin veil of smoke.
Your appearance grew clearer and clearer as the mist disappeared. You felt refreshed. Calm. At peace. Though you weren’t entirely sure what was happening.
“(Y/N),” Sirius choked out, moving toward you hesitantly.
“Sirius?” you cocked your head, taking him in. He was younger. Perhaps only 20. His hair was longer than you remembered, his upper body wrapped in his favorite leather jacket.
Before you knew it, you were in his arms. He held you tighter than you could ever remember. As though he were afraid that you’d disappear should he loosen his grip.
“I’d hoped I wouldn’t see you so soon,” he admitted, “but, fuck, am I glad you’re here.”
“So, I am dead, then?” you asked, your voice warm against his neck.
“‘Fraid so, love,” he confirmed, finally letting go of you, though a hand still rested on the small of your back.
Suddenly, you became aware of Lily and James standing a few yards away.
“Hello, (Y/N). We’ve missed you,” Lily said as she enveloped you in a hug, James quickly following.
“Thank you for watching over Harry,” James added.
“I’m just sorry I couldn’t do more.”
“We couldn’t have asked for a better godmother for our son,” Lily replied.
Sirius took your hand in his as the four of you settled back into reality and watched as the battle below raged on.