shelly frey


Dennas Childunit, Twinbrother Melchor - Melchor means Light, and like all my male Fatesona OCs he got a very old german Name ~

Yes, he should suppose to be a very feminine boy.

PS: The chances that Amai would ever be father are because of reasons very very low, but I still couldn’t resist to give him his colors ;w;

Colors of following Fatesonas:

Canon (With Grandpa Wunibalds Haircolor)
Brandon @sakudrew || Amai @dextronoms
Shelly @shellysaurus-rex || Frey @finni-blogs
Mara @lightning-summoner || Benjamin @erisupaisu

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Sandra Bland is one of many black women who have died in police custody.

Tanisha Anderson was a 37-year-old woman struggling with mental illness who died after Cleveland police slammed her head into the pavement outside of her family’s home in 2014.

Miriam Carey was a 34-year-old dental hygienist who made a wrong turn near the White House and was fatally shot by federal law enforcement officers in 2013.

Yvette Smith was a 47-year-old woman who was shot and killed by Texas police officers as she opened the door to her home for police in 2014.

Natasha McKenna was 37 years old when she was restrained by Virginia police, shackled at the legs and shot with a stun gun four times earlier this year. She stopped breathing and died at a hospital several days later.

Rekia Boyd was a 22-year-old woman living in Chicago when she was shot and killed by an off-duty police officer.

Mya Hall was a 27-year-old transgender woman who was shot and killed by National Security Agency guards after crashing a car into a government facility.

Shelly Frey was a 27-year-old mother of two who was shot by Wal-Mart security who accused her of shoplifting.

Darnisha Harris was only a teenager when Louisiana law enforcement officials fired two shots into the car she was driving in 2012.

Malissa Williams, 30, died after Cleveland police fired 137 times into the car that she was riding in with Timothy Russell.

Alesia Thomas was 35 when she was kicked to death by a Los Angeles Police officer.

Shantel Davis was 23 when she was shot and killed by plainclothes New York Police officers in Brooklyn in 2012.

Shereese Francis, 29, had mental illness and died after NYPD officers arrived at her home to help her family transport her to a local hospital. Four officers pressed on her back to handcuff her, and lawyers for the family later sued, saying they suffocated Francis.

Aiyana Stanley-Jones was only 7 when Detroit police officers barged into her family’s home with their guns drawn, shooting her in the head.

Tarika Wilson, 26, was killed and her 14-month-old son was wounded in 2008 after Ohio police opened fire in her home.

Kathryn Johnson was 92 years old when she was shot and killed by Atlanta police officers in a botched 2006 raid.

Alberta Spruill was 57 when she died after NYPD officers mistakenly threw a stun grenade into her home.

Kendra James was 21 when she was killed by Portland police officers in 2003.

These are just some of their names. We must say them and remember them for all women of color.

firemedicred  asked:

"There's never been a safer time to be a cop or a more dangerous time to be a criminal" Is a complete lie. Other cops are being punished for simply wearing a badge and wanting to do good in this world. Not all cops are bad. Cops are being threatened and abused all because they take orders and wear a god damn badge. Cops with families and little kids at home all over are being threatened because of a separate incident and even in a different state, is that okay with you?

Mike Brown is dead, is that okay with you?

Kajieme Powell is dead, is that okay with you?

VonDerrit Myers is dead, is that okay with you?

Tamir Rice is dead, is that okay with you?

John Crawford is dead, is that okay with you?

Rekia Boyd is dead, is that okay with you?

Aiyana Stanley-Jones is dead, is that okay with you?

Miriam Carey is dead, is that okay with you?

Tanesha Anderson is dead, is that okay with you?

Kendra James is dead, is that okay with you?

Tarika Wilson is dead, is that okay with you?

Yvette Smith is dead, is that okay with you?

Eric Garner is dead, is that okay with you?

Kaldrick Donald is dead, is that okay with you?

Amadou Diallo is dead, is that okay with you?

Sean Bell is dead, is that okay with you?

Oscar Grant is dead, is that okay with you?

Ezell Ford is dead, is that okay with you?

Christopher Maurice Jones is dead, is that okay with you?

Martin Hall is dead, is that okay with you?

Pearlie Golden is dead, is that okay with you?

Alesia Thomas is dead, is that okay with you?

Shelly Frey is dead, is that okay with you?

Dontre Hamilton is dead, is that okay with you?

Cameron Tillman is dead, is that okay with you?

Darrien Hunt is dead, is that okay with you?

Victor White is dead, is that okay with you?

Kendrec McDade is dead, is that okay with you?

Ramarley Graham is dead, is that okay with you?

Akai Gurley is dead, is that okay with you?

All of these people all over the country were killed at the hands of police, IS THAT OKAY WITH YOU?

I See You.

For centuries they told us we weren’t good enough as they pillaged our bodies, stole our rights and enslaved us.

For centuries we were raped and impregnated, our children taken away and sent off to never be seen again.

For centuries they told us that we were not the epitome of beauty. They told us our natural body types were unhealthy, our hair not good and our skin color unappealing. For centuries men put their stereotypes on us. White women turned their backs on us.

For centuries the future of the world was forced into our arms, hearts and our care. For centuries that future grew into men and women and with age they grew hatred and unfounded, unproven and untrue superiority. The future that we molded and nurtured turned away from us in scorn, in hate and in shame.

Now as our sons, brothers and fathers are being murdered we stand together in solidarity. We stand with our hands clasped in unity and support. We throw our bodies and our minds in between our men and the forces that seek to wipe them from the planet, only to be ignored and blamed by those same sons, brothers and fathers when we are murdered.

Now we are told that we are too loud and too angry despite the fact that we have every right to be loud and angry. Instead of trying to understand us, they demean and vilify us. We are told that our hair isn’t proper, our butts too big and our noses too wide to be positive influences on our culture.

We are shown that our lives and our freedom means little by the inaction and the silence of those who are tasked with the responsibility of protecting us. We are forced into the bubble of “angry black female” and the chains of judgement. Condemnation are forced around our wrists into a new form of slavery that comes from without and also from within.

In a time where we are beaten for independence, fetishized by the descendants of those who violated us, stolen from our schools and killed when we withhold our consent, black women, I see you.

I see your spirit and your strength and your unyielding loyalty and your devotion to a better future. I see your style and your creativity and your heart which you wear proudly on your sleeve. I hear the music you have created. I read the words that you have written. I watch the films you have directed. I explore  the worlds you have built. I lose myself in the art you have constructed.

I see you with your natural hair, your weaves, your wigs and all the other ways that you perfected to explore your beauty and your own individual style. This is your right, no matter what they tell you. I see you as you push  beyond the box that they have tried to trap you in. I see you rebel against the notion of who you should be as you become who you were meant to be.

I feel your tears and agony as you are told that you are not good enough. I feel your betrayal as the boys that you raised become men who despise and discredit the women who look like you. I feel your rage when you realize  that for many, feminism is a privilege reserved for the white.

I see you dream. I see you conquer. I see you pull yourself back up when you fail. I see you grip the hand of your sisters and pull us up with you as you ascend. I see you taking control of your body. I see you improving your mind. I see you embracing your creativity. I see you excelling in your actions. I see you smashing glass ceilings that have been out of your reach for way too long,

I see you demanding civility, gaining respect and achieving the wildest dreams of your ancestors.

I see you bounce back when hurt. I see you claim yourself when abandoned. I see you name your daughters after African Queens in a time where you are taught that it is the European queens who are worth remembering.  I see you taking back your culture, embracing your heritage and accepting your place as a goddess among the stars.

I feel your magic. I embrace your unique lease on life.

I dance it out  with you. I stand in the glow of your sun. I learned from you how to become my own person.

Black women, I see you for all that you are. I see you for all that you could be and I see you for all that you will be.

As you fight and push for everything that you are owed and everything that you deserve,  I see you for what you are… Goddesses made of magic and conflict and love and conviction and pepper and salt and sugar and spice.

So real. So beautiful. Supreme and elegant.

When no one else sees or acknowledges or gives you the attention you so richly deserve, please know that I am like you.

I am proud to be like you, because I see you.

Its not just our “young boys and men” out there getting killed. This rhetoric ruptures the potential of liberation discourse.

Black women are hardly spared by sniper vigilante and the value of our lives are not treaded lightly. Michael Brown is Rekia Boyd who is Aiyana Jones who is Pearlie Golden who is Shelly Frey who is Delores Epps who is Mackala Ross who is Erica Collins and many many other black women killed by the police.

Don’t alienate them from your conversations on police murder. Don’t utilize Michael Brown’s tragic death to specialize on gender and dismiss his female counterparts. His trajectory in life and death is theirs as well.


#SayHerName: Why We Should Declare That Black Women And Girls Matter, Too

Tanisha Anderson. Rekia Boyd. Miriam Carey. Michelle Cusseaux. Shelly Frey. Kayla Moore.These names are etched into tombstones that stand over the graves of black women killed by police – and were echoed at a vigil in New York City on Wednesday, where dozens gathered to show that these women should not be forgotten. For the first time, families of all these women came together to reflect on the lives of their lost loved ones and publicly share memories of their slain relatives.

It’s not surprising if some of these names don’t sound familiar – but, activists say, it’s also not acceptable. As a national conversation around race and law enforcement has grown in recent years, the experiences black women have with police have largely been excluded.

For on the #SayHerName vigil go here. 

Black Women Need To Fight For Black Women

Korryn Gaines was the last straw for me. I went to a vigil/protest for Korryn Gaines, and only a few people showed up. BLM activists were not in attendance. Weeks before, I attended a vigil/protest for Alton Sterling and Philando Castile, thousands showed up. Recently March/protest was organized by BLM, and Korryn Gaines murder was barely mentioned, the deaths of black men were centered. Again, thousands showed up. The lack of support, and outrage for Gaines death has greatly disappointed me, and saddened my heart. Three black queer women created Black Lives Matter, and yet black women’s deaths, murders, and narratives continue to be invisible within the movement. Thousands didn’t show up for Korryn Gaines, Tanisha Anderson, Miriam Carey, Yvette Smith, Shelly Frey, Darnisha Harris, Melissa Williams, Alesia Thomas, Shantel Davis, Rekia Boyd, and the list goes on. Sandra Bland did receive some visibility, but many slander her within the community. There are people out here who believe black women are not being target by state sanctioned brutality. That police don’t kill black women too. These names are barely repeated, circulated, or discussed. Why are black men centered, do only their lives matter? Black women have been creating movements, organizing, protesting, fighting for our communities, but no one talks about our suffering or our oppression. And it disturbs me a lot. Why should black women continue to be mules, and work for others liberation, while we die and continue to suffer. There is this troubling narrative that black women are incapable of feeling pain, or suffering, that we are super human, and can endure everything. We are humans, we feel pain, and we suffer. This narratives only perpetuates our oppression, and our oppressors us it to continue abusing us. Bc we take it, right? Black women need to start fighting for black women. We can’t wait. We can’t continue to put our oppression on the back burner. We are dying, and our deaths are silenced. No one will fight for us, we need to fight for ourselves.