looks like a thug

why is it that when a latina overfills their lips they are a “chola” but when white girls start to do it, its a trend?

how come a black person’s dreads automatically make them look like they smell like patchouli oil and weed and are branded dirty thugs, but when a white person does it, it’s boho chic, a style statement and representative of a love for nature?

why is it that so many little ethnic girls had to spend their childhood being called a monkey because of their thick eyebrows, but suddenly since white beauty made the switch from thin to thick brows, its what everybody wants now?

and when latinas draw on their eyebrows to make them look thinner, or when black girls relax their hair, or when asian girls pop in contacts and wear their eyeliner and false lashes, or when any WOC tries to change their look to conform to white beauty standards, they are still made fun of???? 

You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to Viks - dialogue credit to @foxymaple

Forgive me for the messy writing

  • Lance: Keith, you remind me of the 20 letters of the alphabet
  • Keith: Uhhh...
  • Pidge: Lance that doesn't make sense! There are 26 letters in the alpha-
  • Lance: Oh silly me~ I forgot U R A Q T
  • Keith: 뭐야...?
  • Hunk: You're still missing one buddy
  • Lance: Oh! Silly me silly me~ He can catch this D later 8)
  • Keith: ...불꺼

Joker from Suicide Squad - I wanted to redesign his tattoos to try illustrate his mentality/beliefs of him and B-man being parallels (Bats is on the left, Joker is to the right.) I feel the original ones only accentuate what he looks like on the outside, not what’s within (*/▽\*)♡ might finish properly some day.


Six feet under, damn what a bummer
All because, of, their skin, what was the color? x2

In America, is this even a surprise
When being black alone is enough to cost me my life
People like me get called thugs, or look scary and suspicious
But when we tell the media to listen it’s suddenly not their business
I was pulled over by a cop
I questioned why I was stopped
Then I was murdered in a cell block

Don’t worry, there’s no explosives under my hijab
9/11 was tragic but let’s be clear, my religion was not the cause
People like me get called terrorist and get escorted out of airports
2996 are not forgotten but those million Iraqis were never cared for
My neighbor got all hot
Over a parking spot
And in my car I was shot

Did you forget that we exist
Remember when white men came to America, well we’ve been oppressed ever since
People like me get told to get a haircut and not to speak our native tongue
And now we’re fighting for our water as if you haven’t taken enough
A man had beef with Indians
Saw me walking with some friends
And ended my life with hands

No, not a pigment but please listen
How is it that “no” works for everyone else except women
People like me get dismissed,lower wages, and cat-called
But when we want justice for assault and rape it turns into our fault
Some guy I didn’t even know
Opened fire in my home
Out of fear I’d say no

Does it even matter if I was born here or not?
Because no matter what I’m always blamed for stealing someone’s job
People like me get called illegals, to go back, rapist, etcetera
Funny how white people still think this land was there’s when truth is it never was
These drunks hit me with some slurs
So I threw my fist in return
But they outnumbered me, so that was my last night here on earth

Alright you got me, that’s no pigment
But when it comes to who I am the color of my skin made no difference
People like me get disowned and kicked out as children
And are thrown into lethal therapies that’s supported by religion
I was in the club one night
Having the time of my life
Until I became 1 of 49

Six feet under, damn what a bummer
All because, of, my skin, what was the color?
Six feet under, damn what a shame
Because even after all this blood
There’s no change

—  kdr

Human Bog

Look at that, he’s got primroses in his tattoo sleeves >__>
He got them while he was with his first love. When that didn’t work out, he started hiding his tattoos in public, constantly wearing his jacket. He hates seeing them. They’re a constant reminder of his heartbreak. 

The piece of amber in his staff in canon has been turned into a necklace, a gift from his father.

He’s covered in scars, most of them on his left side. He’s rather intimidating, especially when he’s riding around on his motorcycle. To most people he just looks like a thug and stay away from him, though his appearance is rather deceiving.