Have you popped into the Black artists on Tumblr tag yet? It’s an endless scroll of GIFs, photography, paintings, illustrations, and more, more, more. Here’s a small collection of Tumblrs you can follow to get you started:
Liam Salt dabbles in seemingly all things visual art: painting, digital, photography, illustration. He does it all well, but It’s his GIFed up self-portraits that we wanted to showcase. Those are some finely tuned, well-thought-out scribbles up there.
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God I keep thinking about what it felt like watching this scene for the first time with my little brother.
I remember how he kept looking at me so hopefully, because at that time I had only recently just
as a lesbian. He knew how much this meant to me, and how much this meant for other people like me, he didn’t even tease me that I kept tearing up for the rest of the episode.
Greetings, Tumblr! To the immediate left of the photo is @marsincharge and to the immediate right is @nukirk and together, we’re the co-creators of the #TheBlackout, the team behind the Shorty Award Nominated #Blackout and #Blackoutday! For the uninitiated, #Blackout is a tri-monthly call-to-action with a mission to celebrate and (re)define Blackness. It takes place on the 6th of every third month starting from March 6th! That means it happens on March 6th, June 6th, September 6th, and December 6th.
We’ve been getting ready for our second anniversary on March 6th and are excited to announce that on Feb 6th starting at 2 PM EST / 11 AM PST, we get to have our turn at what Tumblr likes to call “Answer Time”! We’ll be answering questions about the hashtags and the Blackout’s goals and future. You can ask us anything at anytime, but we’ll be doing the most that day, so hit up our ask box here!
Today, May 2nd, marks 19 years since the Battle of Hogwarts, when we lost some of our most beloved characters.
Let’s honour the memory of Fred, Remus, Tonks, Severus, Lavender, Colin and the Fallen Fifty by sharing our favourite moments featuring these characters!
(( Hey guys! As you all know by now it’s been a long while since I’ve properly updated this blog so I thought it’s time to give y’all a final update.
This ask!blog is now on indefinite hiatus.
As much as I love Luciano and ask!blogging, I think it’s time I move on. My priorities and interests have shifted, and ask!blogging is no longer something I have the consistent energy to do anymore. I might update once in a blue moon here if nostalgia hits but I make no actual promises.
If some of you guys have been with me since my early Egypt ask!blog days or when I began this ask!blog, man, it’s been an up and down ride but it’s been a pleasure. I’ll still draw my muses from time to time over on my personal blog @yenpon though if you guys ever want to see them again.
Thanks for all the support and love and for sticking with me and my art over the past few years, guys.
¡Today is the second Anniversary of Avengers Memes!
Thank you so much to everyone for being here all this time and share a lot of funny moments together.
You make this the most funny and cool blog ever !
Love you guys 💖
Summary: When your boyfriend cheats on you you’re left heartbroken and lost all hope in relationships. Santa says you’ll find love soon, but what do you do when you’re beloved cat turns into a beautiful grown man?
Plot: When you and your boyfriend Jimin get into a fight, he hits you and you’re scared of him.
Words count: 2,3k+
Genre: Angst, fluffy ending
For anon, I hope you like it! M. ♥
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
“So do you choose your job? Again? ”
“I don’t choose, you know I’ve to do it.” He hums, bowing his head and you can see guilt in his eyes, even if he hid them to you.
You look at him, trying to figure out why you’re once again the second choice. You can’t even more to get mad because you know he won’t never choose you and it’s the thing that hurts the most.
You sigh and get up off the couch, where until a few minutes before you were joking and laughing like two children, turning away from him and from the sense of oppression that that situation is causing.
“Y/N, wait! ” He yells, but you don’t listen to him and not turn around.
“Can I be alone?”
“Nope… We need to talk about this.”
“Why?” You ask, upon entering the kitchen, continuing to avoid his gaze.
“Because we should fi-”
“Fix what? You has already decided that you’ll forsake our anniversary for the job, as all the other times. ” You stop him, twist out and look straight at him. He keeps his head down and you would just for once, one time, he chose you. You bite your bottom lip while you’re holding back from saying more and perhaps more painful. Despite everything you don’t want to hurt him.
“You know if I cou–”
“No, because even if you could you would choose BTS. I figured it out months ago and I accepted it, they’re important and are part of you. But, I mean, what am I to you? ”
“You choose your work often, Y/N”.
His answer has a bitter taste, you can feel the resentment you didn’t know he tried. Still he can’t compare your occasional waivers to his constant “No, today I’ve practice”; “I need to register”; “We’ve got some photoshoot”.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. ” You whispers, lowering your head, turn off and trying to hold back your anger. You don’t want to fight and for that let slip the matter, feeling his arms tighten around your hips. He draws you to him and buries his face against your neck, wondering again sorry.
“Okay, it’s work.. go Jimin, otherwise you’re going to be late.. ”
“I promise to come home soon, I swear.”
You just nod, knowing that he’ll shed ever soon, smiling at him and leaving a little kiss on his temple. Those little moments are sweet and bitter for you, because on the one hand his sweetness makes you melt but you know it’s temporary, like a thunderclap and this leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
“Go!” You yell at him with soft voice, faking a smile, which he interprets as true. He moves and after a few minutes you hear his joyful greeting to the entry, remaining totally alone. The silence of your apartment, you two still don’t live together but he often stays at your place when you’re spending time together, envelops you and makes you feel even more his absence.
“As always.. Y/N get dressed, it’s no use staying here to bask in commiseration. Go shopping, have fun.. You don’t need him. ”
The problem is that you always need him.
The laughter of your friends are echoed in the small “cabine” of the photo’s machine, while you’re keep doing strange poses to every flash that blinds you eyes. You’ve not checked the clock or cell phone once, you didn’t want to ruin your mood but when your friends finally make you aware that it’s nearly 1 a.m., you get out of the cubicle and greeting all with a quick gesture of the hand.
The fresh air of the night is a cure and the thought of your boyfriend not grazed even once your mind. You missed him, every moment, but you got to live with it so as not to spoil yet another evening.
“Oh… Why are the lights on? ” You talkin’ to yourself in front of your door, noticing the lights in the living room.
You come quickly and approaching the room, just to freeze on the threshold when you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, a bouquet in his hands and a cold dinner on the coffee table.
“You know when I said that I would come home early, I really meant it.” He whispers and his voice is cold, provoking you a chill that runs along your spine and lets on you a strange sensation.
“Jimin.. do you know how many times you said it and you never came home earlier? ”
“So you thought this time would be so? You’ve so little faith in me, Y/N? ”
“It’s not what I’ve say!” You shout, albeit quietly, taking your jacket of and dropped it on the floor along with the bag.
“Do you know how many times you’ve made promises that you broke? I was tired of building expectations and see them collapse like a house of cards. ”
“So on our second anniversary you decided to party with your friends?” He asks, getting up from the sofa and throwing the bouquet on the coffee table with an huffy gesture. You also see from his gaze, as his eyes are dark, the hard line of his jaw. Jimin exudes anger and it scares you.
“What was I supposed to do? Stay home? Wait without knowing whether you were coming home or not? ”
“Yes, it was what you had to do.” He replyes and his eyes are on you, they don’t let a moment.
“It was what you had to do. Stay at home, waiting. ”
“Like all the other times, Jimin?” You ask with tired tone, feeling his anger on your skin. Your mood is totally ruined and even this time you would like to discuss, but he seems to want to pick up a fight with you.
“Do you think I might like? Do you think I’d be happy to know that you were waiting for me and I couldn’t be with you? ”
“I don’t think you’d be happy, but if you cared more you would have been looking for ways to change things.”
Your voice is a whisper but you get that he heard, you see it in his eyes and you realize it’s time to create some space between you two. You ignore your jacket and your bag on the floor, turn away and head off towards the stairs but an iron grip on your wrist makes you freeze. A slight pain spreads in the part that he’s clutching, but you just ignore that itching and don’t turn around to face him.
“Do you really think I don’t care about you??”
“I think you can’t put things on a right perspective Jimin. I think you keep thinking about the fact that I’m here. But I might as well not be there next time. ” You grumble, trying to wiggle out your wrist from his grip.
“Tell me while you’re looking at me in the eyes”
It’s rude the way he appeals to you and how he does you turn, continuing to clutch, even stronger, your wrist.
You look at him in the eyes and you can’t find your Jimin in that gaze. It’s someone you don’t know.
“You’re hurting me.”
“So you’re telling me you’re not going to be here the next time? Is this what you want? What the hell can I do? You’re putting me in front of a choice, Y/N ”.
“No, it’s you. I’m not giving any ultimatum and especially I’m not asking you to choose, because we already know who would you choose. ”
It’s a split second. One minute you were just watching with anger into each others eyes, the next minute you’re sitting on stairs’ top step, your cheek that burns and him looks at you, completely shocked. He never laid a hand on you, even now he did it voluntarily, but still the pain you feel is true, real, so much so that tears begin to slip silently on your face.
You look at him in disbielief, brushing your cheek with the gentle touch of your fingertips while your breath is broken with sobs and tears continue to run on the skin of your cheeks.
“Y/N”. He stutters falling to his knees in front of you, on his face a terrified gaze that think you’re reflecting on your face. “I.. I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t want to… I-I… I just wanted to… Hell, I’m so sorry… I-I’m going to get some ice.” He adds and staggering rises again, rushing into the kitchen and leaving you alone.
You take a deep breath and review the scene in your mind. Trying to unburden the grip on your wrist, you started to jostle him and he caught off guard, he lefts your wrist with a violent gesture, only to give you a slap on your cheek. You saw the sudden change in his eyes, from dark and full of anger to innocent and scared. And that’s what doesn’t make you run, albeit feel fear grasping to each inch of your body. Your gaze alights on your hands and you try to stop their trembling, but it seems almost impossible.
“Here’s the ic–”
Hear his voice makes you jump and you move involuntarily, causing him to freeze instantly. He lays the ice on the small step beside you and walking away a few steps, sitting on the floors so that you can watch. You’re unable to speak or move, fear prevents you from doing anything.
“Y/N.. Please.. Say something.. ”
“T-thanks for the ice.”
“I would never hurt y-you…”
You just nod to his sentence, you know that but at that time you can’t think straight. You take the ice and resting on your cheek, sighing with pleasure for the relief that immediately causes you. Along with your sigh, though, you hear a different sound and lifting your look you realize that he started to cry. He keeps his face hidden in his hands, is folded back on himself and you hear his “I’m sorry”, murmured softly.
Something inside you changes, you feel the fear slipping away while a pain more stronger starts to make you tremble. As much as you don’t like what happened, seeing him in that condition makes you even more hurt.
“Jimin..” You whisper and stand up, by kneeling in front of him and trying to take away his hands so that you can look into his eyes.
“No.. I-I don’t deserve your sweetness Y/N… I hurt, I.. ”
“Yup, you hit me but it was accidentally. I know you would never hurt me. ”
“But I did.. and not just by hitting you. I hurt you for weeks. Yes, I see it in your eyes..”
“W-What?” You ask stammer.
“I see that I’ll always let you down, your smiles are fake and you’ve watery eyes the most of time. I see everything but I can’t do anything.. Because I don’t know how to do, I don’t know how to be scattered by BTS’ Jimin and the other Jimin, the boy madly in love who wants to stay with his girlfriend. ” He murmurs, leaving finally dropping his hands on his intertwined legs. His face is pale, you picture like yours, and immediately you caress his cheeks, erasing the mark of tears.
“I have no apologies Y/N, you’re right… You were right to go out with your friends, you did something for yourself and that’s what I love most…that you’re happy. ”
“You make me happy.”
“Yeah, of cour–”
“Stop. Yes, you often call off our dates because of work…but I see your efforts. After two nights in a row in practice for MAMA, two nights with a lack of sleep, you’ve come anyway to know my sister… I see it in your little gestures, your hugs when we sleep, I can tell by the way you look at me. Jimin we knew it would be tough. But no matter what if at the end of the day I can be with you. ”
You lay your forehead against his and feel the softness of his hand on your cheek where he hit. He’s touching so softly that you hardly feel his touch, just smile and touches the tip of his nose with your lips.
“How can I make it up?”
“Mmh …” You mumble, thinking intently.
“Because.. will you forgive me, right?”
“Oh God Jimin, breathe… Let’s do like this, now we sit on the couch, we order something to go and talk all night, as we did at the beginning. ”
“That’s it?” He wonders puzzled, looking at you frightened.
“Jimin, at the end of the day it’s enough for me that you’re with me, remember?”
“I remember …”
“I love you, Y/N. At the end of the day, in spite of what you may think, I just want you to be with me. ”
A rainbow is spotted in the background of the Emanuel AME Church in Charleston, South Carolina a year after nine parishioners were gunned down in the church’s sanctuary during Bible study. Tomorrow, 6/17/17, marks the second anniversary of the shooting.