stories to grow up on

A few literary suggestions for Black History Month

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Originally posted by imnot12

Maybe you know Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie from when Beyoncé sampled her TEDx talk, “We should all be feminists,” or maybe you’ve been following her emergence as one of the most prominent voices of African literature over the last two decades. Her latest novel, Americanah, was selected by The New York Times as one of the 10 Best Books of 2013.

Edna Lewis

Originally posted by robtrujilloart

Edna Lewis had a hell of a career. She worked her way up as a seamstress, eventually fashioning a dress for Marilyn Monroe. Then she became the first African-American celebrity chef. Then she broke her leg, so she wrote a cookbook. The Taste of Country Cooking was interspersed with personal stories of growing up in a freed-slave settled town in Virginia, and redefined what many thought of Southern food.  

Roxane Gay

Originally posted by lastnightsreading

Roxane Gay (@roxanegay), famed author of Bad Feminist, is a Tumblr favorite, and not just because you can follow her. She writes about what it means to be a woman of color. She’s the first Black woman to write for Marvel, and she’s writing queer WOC into their storylines. She pulled her unreleased book from publishers Simon & Schuster after their deal with Milo Yiannopoulos was announced. It’s easy to admire her actions as much as her writing. 

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if you’re looking for something to see instead of dr str*nge the weekend it comes out, think about supporting moonlight, the story of a boy growing up black and gay in the miami projects and his experiences at three stages in his life (boyhood, his teenagerdom, and his adult years). it has a ninety-eight percent review on rotten tomatoes. 

give this movie the attention it deserves. let this story be told and reach the wide audience it should.


For me, being a dark-skinned black woman with natural hair, getting to be this center of this love story — Growing up, I didn’t get to see that very often…I think that artists and people in entertainment, we have such an incredible power to remind people of their worth and to help people dream big. So it’s exciting to get to be a part of that.

Denée Benton Is Taking Broadway by Storm (x)

December Asks
  • Wind: What do you want to look like?
  • Frost: Do you believe in magic?
  • Empty Trees: Describe something, or someone, that comforts you.
  • Fat Birds: What age do you want to die at?
  • Gray Skies: What would you change about the physical world?
  • First Snow: Describe a favorite fantasy from when you were a kid.
  • Finals Week: What do you want to be when you "grow up"?
  • Minty Cocoa: Tell a story you love!
  • Evergreen Trees: Share a memory that shaped you.
  • Blizzard: Do you believe in soulmates?
  • Poinsettia: What winter movies or TV shows do you return to?
  • Candle Lit: Favorite books to read in December?
  • Arguing About Starbucks Cups: What issues matter to you?
  • Hymn: Are you spiritual?
  • Hearthside: Do you celebrate any rites of winter?
  • Solstice: Tell your perfect, utterly perfect, December day.

I know she isn’t appreciated enough, but I really really REALLY liked Eva’s season. It was such a beautifully done story of insecurities, and growing up, and learning to love value yourself and your own opinion of yourself.

how often do you think poe asked for stories about cassian andor growing up? the older he got the less people there were who knew the stories firsthand, but he still asked. cassian was up there with shara bey and leia organa. 

poe “as long as there’s light, we’ve got a chance” dameron definitely hero worshipped cassian “rebellions are built on hope” andor

Dodie Clark Themed Asks
  • Intertwined: Can you sing?
  • Absolutely Smitten: Describe a Crush
  • Life Lesson: Do you have any life advice?
  • Sick of Losing Soulmates: Do you have any heartbreak Stories?
  • When: Thoughts on Growing Up?
  • Ukulele: Can you play any instruments?
  • Covers: Favorite songs at the moment?
  • Fairy Lights: Describe your Aesthetic
  • Tea: What hot drinks do you like?
  • The 1975: Favorite Artists?
  • Hedy: Any Siblings/How's your relationship with them?
  • Plants: How do you decorate your room
  • Snapchat: Favorite social media
  • Paint: How much makeup do you wear?
  • She: Sexuality?
  • An Awkward Duet: Best friends
  • My Face: Post a selfie
Brokeback Mountain

I will never forget that one time my homophobic stepdad got mad at my mom because she’d never watched a cowboy movie with my younger brother. I was 13 at the time, struggeling with my sexuality and ever since I came out my mom was the one who supported me. We ended up going to a video rental store and my mom rented Brokeback Mountain, my stepdad was excited because he’d never seen it before. After dinner we gathered in the living room, soda and snacks at the ready and turned that gem on. My stepdad made remarks like ‘This movie will make you feel like a man!’ and 'I love cowboy movies, so not suitable for women!’
Needless to say, his face when he saw those two cowboys have sex in that tent was the best thing I’d ever seen in my life.

honestly??? isak and even’s relationship is the DEFINITION of “i dont want a gay story i want a story with gay characters" 

because being gay in this day and age is obviously going to be an issue, and something to work through. but it was never what this particular story was about - it was never about isak being gay. this season is about him growing as a person, about his relationships with other people. being gay is just a character trait that affects his life and relationships, just like having a mentally ill mom and rough past is a character trait that affects his relationships.

even isnt there to be a part of a gay story - he’s a gay character who’s there, as all side characters are, to help the protagonist do what he needs to do. so even’s there not only to help isak get over his issues and open up to people, but also to give him a reason to not have stigma against the mentally ill, to give isak a reason to think about making up wtih this mother.

they’re gay characters, and it IS a gay story, and so so much of it is about hte romance -  but its so much more beyond that. its so so good because having good rep isn’t just taking a straight story and changing the gender of one of the characters. its aCKNOWLEDGING the issues with being gay and what comes with that but not have that be the ENTIRE story, or the ENTIRE plot, or the REASON the story is being told. and im so so grateful

i’m sorry but i’ve spent the whole day thinking about how scanlan and pike are probably at just about perfect height for some accidental/purposeful groin elbowing on their taller party members

and i’ve just been laughing about the idea of pike telling a story, maybe about her and grog’s adventures growing up, and she gets really animated telling it and she’s making these big gestures and she just. accidentally catches percy right in the junk with her elbow.

and the whole group is watching her talk so they all see it happen and the other three guys all make like these noises of sympathy and then they just lose it. scanlan is on the ground in seconds, grog is crying, vax is laughing so hard he’s making this terrible wheezing noise every time he tries breathe. vex and keyleth are trying really hard not to laugh, but it’s not going very well.

pike, of course, feels terrible, and percy is doubled over and red in the face and yet still trying both to maintain his dignity and make pike feel better because no one wants to make pike feel bad, even about this, but he’s just had a very strong, heavily armored, enthusiastic gnome elbow hit him right in the delicate bits and privately he’s thinking well this is the end of percival frederickstein von musel klossowski de rolo the third, killed by an accidental gnome elbow to the crotch. this is the end, not with a bang but with an extraordinarily high pitched whimper.

for like a week afterwards, scanlan keeps flinching towards percy with his elbow and then laughing his ass off at percy’s ridiculous dodges to try and protect himself until vex kicks him in the junk to defend percy’s honor

We’re all lost and confused kids, running around, weaving back and forth from living in the happiness of a moment, to struggling with the fear and uncertainty of the future

If I ever have a daughter, she won’t grow up with stories about princesses being saved by princes. No, she’ll grow up with tales of queens who saved themselves and the world at the same time.

I’ll tell her about Natasha Romanoff, who didn’t let her past define her.
I’ll tell her about Bobbi Morse, who took no bullshit from anyone.
I’ll tell her about Wanda Maximoff, who was powerful in every way possible.
I’ll tell her about Peggy Carter, who decided her own worth.
I’ll tell her about Hermione Granger, who knew the power of knowledge.
I’ll tell her about Ginny Weasley, who didn’t let anyone tell her what she couldn’t do.
I’ll tell her about Luna Lovegood, who knew that being a bit crazy isn’t always a bad thing.

You can say what you like about the young people of today, but you have to admit

We’re going to be damn good storytellers

it’s just…… so sad.

my mother has always told me stories about growing up with sexism, when women were barely doctors, when my mother’s teachers told her women can’t do this and this and this, how time and time again she has been targeted for being a woman, and with this election, my mom was so excited to be able to vote for a female president. because that would have shown how far we’ve come in her lifetime alone. she would say that she was so happy and so proud to be able to vote for a woman and to have her daughter (me) voting in the most important election of [my mother’s] life. she texted me the morning the polls opened and said she was the first one there and that she even wore a pantsuit in honor of Hillary and how even though people gave her dirty looks, she was so proud and so happy to have been able to vote for a woman despite all the changes women have faced. i was happy for her (regardless of what Hillary may or may not have done). i even had a little hope that maybe, maybe, it might happen. it should have happened.

we had probably the most qualified person to ever run for presidency face someone the least qualified and she lost.

i was the one who stayed awake to watch the results. i was the one who, in horror, shame, disgust, anger, texted my mother at 2 in the morning to tell her that trump won. i was just so disappointed. i wanted so badly to be the one to tell her that her dream had come true. she texted me later in the morning and said she was in shock and she felt like crying (which i had been doing since the results came in)

it’s just so crazy that not only was the most qualified candidate defeated, she was a woman who was defeated by a blatant and proud misogynist, a racist, transphobic, xenophobic, homophobic, a rapist, a child molester who brags about being able to get away with sexually assaulting women and girls because he’s famous.

yes, we’ve come so far in america with women’s rights, but not far enough. millions and millions of people chose to knowingly elect a rapist.

i am terrified for women’s reproductive rights, for equality in the workplace, for all the sexual assaults and rapes that are going to get blown over even more than they already do because, hey, the president did it. the president told us to just grab women by the p*ssy.

i am terrified for everyone else affected, not only women (which includes trans, nonbinary, anyone who identifies as a woman, etc), but for LGBT+, for people of color, for immigrants, for anyone who isn’t Christian, for the people who aren’t ridiculously wealthy, and for people who aren’t even Americans, because the elections in America don’t just affect the US, but the world.

You do not have a say
in how I do my hair,
how I dress,
how I walk and how I talk.
You do not decide for me
who I love, or how to love.
I am not something like clay –
something that you can
mold and shape
into however you like.
I am my own person.
I am independent.
And you do not control me.

A Story A Day #94 (k.m.)