this one is for you homies

anonymous asked:

Okay. I'm sorry but I really need to get this out. I've actually been chased away by your bullshit issues about art in the fandom,white people in the fandom and your racist views against white people. The artist do not intend to be racist and you sending your followers on them only discourages them and make you seem like a child. Just because someone is white does not make them racist or make their coloring issues or design flaws intentionally racist. You are the ADULT here. ACT LIKE ONE.

My racist views against white people? 

My racist views against WHITE PEOPLE?

My RACIST views against white people? 

My friend. My dude. My homie. I am white. And as a white person, I work hard every day to 1.) unlearn racial bias 2.) check my privilege and 3.) call out racism when I fucking see it. Being a silent ally has gotten us in the mess we are in with 45, and I refuse to be silent anymore.

I hope my comments and my followers DID discourage that artist from creating fucking offensive and racist content. Because the intention doesn’t matter. The fact was that image was horrible and deserved the be called out. Which I did respectfully since I am an adult, and the creator, also an adult, listened and changed it. 

Because if we are adults, you know what adults should realize? Being called racist, or called out on your racist bullshit, even if it’s unintentional, is not the worst thing in the world. White people need to get over this. You know what’s worse than being called racist? Being a victim of racism and oppression.

And please, unfollow me, lose me with this shit. If that’s a make or break for you, that I called out an artist for creating racist content, I don’t want you following me anyway. 

I try so hard to be nice and kind to everyone on this site. But I have to draw the line here, that if you are supportive of racist content, of sparing a creators ~feelings~ over this…. Sorry, but no art is created in a vacuum. Art means something.

And do not get me started on that fact that if you are white, you benefit from a system that runs on racism. So, whether you like it or not, you are recipient of white privilege, which makes your very life one supported by racism. You don’t have to use the n-word or wear a white robe to be racist. We (white people) all benefit from this system, so unless you are actively working to dismantle it, you are racist. 

ghostkitten69  asked:

ceennamon, periwinkle, mauve, coral, plum, chartreuse

CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar.

PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh

MAUVE = You are really talented

CORAL = You’re a meme

PLUM = I’d like to chat with you

CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie

hello homie 


Sesame Street: Rubber Duckie featuring Daveed Diggs

It’s a Rubber Duckie sing-along! Follow the words on the screen and join Daveed Diggs in singing this classic Sesame Street tune!

“Call up my homie, Ernie
The orange one, you heard me”

I just lost my shit in the middle of my office. Not only does he sing Rubber Duckie, but he then whips it into a soft-ass kids rap. 

This…………is goddamn amazing; I’m so happy.

It's funny how times flies when you're bettering yourself. It's crazy how at one point you never thought you could move forward, let alone did you think it was possible to get the past out of your system, but look at you now, gloing up and shit. Minding your business. Thinking positively. Eating healthy. Drinking water. Fuck it, look how many times you smiled and laughed today. You'll be alright homie. Keep your head up!

                 Happy belated Birthday to my homie from the hood @sailor-mochi!!

This drawing is my own way of celebrating your birthday with you this year! I’m truly blessed to have someone as kind and understanding as you! It’s always a nice day or night when it comes to sharing my silly little rants, stupid tweets, deep subjected topics and even all the way to our sponge bob nights of jokes and puns! I hope you had lots of fun on your special day and cheers to many more to come!
         We gotta reach a certain age point together to get that certain cake we want, ‘kay!
                                                Happy aging homie!

Person: *calling Yoongi* Heard you set one of my homies on fire last summer
Yoongi: new phone who dis?
*few hours later*


└ All the member-愛~~

Cr: Kouhaku 31.12.2016

and i mean that, also, on a personal level for myself

i spend a lot of time working on stories, and reading other people’s stories

and fuck it, i stubbornly maintain i’m a better writer than half, no MORE of the creators i read on a daily basis

this plot is weak, you can’t write dialog for shit, yadda yadda blah blah

but at the end of the day? yo, they’ve got their shit finished. they produced. they hustled. they put their stories out there.

and there may hundreds more like me, that have better flows and concepts and stories, but if we’re not producing? like, we’re the whack ones, homie. not them.

we have time to pick apart their weaknesses because we’re not on our grind like they are. and we have to understand that. people who are on their grind? they can critique, but you ever notice that unless someone really fucked up, their critique is DIFFERENT from our butthurt noise? there’s a reason for it.

Prompt 38

Person A is smol and surprisingly strong and can always carry their tol Person B (much to everyone’s surprise).

Pick Me

Request: Can you do a Bucky x Reader X Steve fluff(maybe smut), where the reader needs help with a world history unit about World War Two and they go to them??? And they fight over who’s going to help the reader??

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve

Warnings: none rlly (I’m so fucking sorry, ik you probably wanted smut but the cold hard truth is I fucking suck ass at writing smut and I don’t want to make y’all cringe)

A/N: Hello my name is Victoria Martinez (just call me Tori), I was born on December 25th, 1999 (I’m 17), I love reading and writing, I have a fucked up sense of humor, I attend Primavera online high school bc public school gave me bad anxiety, panic attacks, made my depression worsen and much much more. I only have one friend (I’m a loser, I know), and ye homies. If ya have any questions for me/about me I’ll be happy to answer them. I just want you guys to get to know me better.

Putting down your pen, you release and frustrated sigh. You had to write a 5 paged essay about World War 2 for your World History class that was due at the end of the week (granted that your professor gave you nearly 3 weeks to work on it). You look down at your paper and read over what you had wrote down.


March 8th, 2017

World History

The Second World War

That was it. Your mind went completely blank after that. You looked over your notes once. Then twice. Now nearly six times and still nothing. You tried reading the articles your professor suggested but to no avail.

You pick up your pen again, tapping it on your desk before dropping it and throwing your head back, not forgetting to let out a loud groan. You couldn’t put this aside any longer - you’ve already done that for two weeks.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” you mutter into your hands. You didn’t want to look at that god awful paper again. Then, an idea hit you. “Friday, where’s Bucky - or Steve?”

“Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers are in the living room.”


You stand up, taking your pen and notebook with you as you rush down the hall. Nearly slipping twice, you make it to the living room and spot the two men sitting on the couch while watching some movie.

You tuck your hair behind your ear and walk around the couch, waving your hand to catch their attention. “Hey guys.”

“Hey Y/N.” Bucky spoke first, throwing a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

“We just started watching this.. Kids cartoon, I think. It’s called Sausage Party. You can join us if you want.” Steve added, glancing over at you.

You laugh. “You’re in for a rude awakening, my friend.” he looks at you with confusion written all over him but you decide to move on. “Um.. I actually came here to ask for your help - or Bucky’s.”

At the mention of his name, he looks over at you.

“What is it?” Steve asked, turning his body towards you as you took a seat on the far end of the couch.

“I have this five paged essay to turn in at the end of the week about World War Two but I dunno I’m just having a hard time doing it.” you sigh. “I mean, I’ve gone over my notes so many times and I’ve read the articles but-”

“The articles are bullshit.” Bucky says. “They always have the wrong information.”

“Which is why I came to you guys for help.” you gesture to them. “Maybe you can put it in a way that I’ll understand? Since, you know, you guys were there and all.”

Steve makes a face. “Sure, I can help you.”

“It’s cool, Steve. I can help her.” Bucky sits up, body now turned towards you.

Steve turns to his friend. “No, it’s fine Buck. I’ve got this.”

“Steve, I can do this. I was there.” he smiled and you knew they were about to start arguing.

“Well so was I.”

“Yeah but,” Bucky scoffs. “I was there.”

Steve frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It mean that… Well..” Bucky pauses, trying to word it correctly but Steve interrupts.

“I was in that war, Bucky.” he spoke.

“Yeah but you weren’t there in the beginning, I was.”

Steve huffed. “It’s not my fault that I was a skinny man and no one..” his voice became background noise when Bucky sighed.

“Here we go again.” he rolled his eyes before preparing for the conversation. “No one said it was your fault, Steve.”

“Well obviously you are because-”

“Steve, don’t start.”

Steve pursed his lips like an immature child. “You don’t think I was a good enough soldier.”

“Oh god.” Bucky breathed, closing his eyes for a split second before looking at Steve. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to.” he huffed. “I only saved your life, nothing too major.” sarcasm laced his words and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to prevent you from laughing. You’ve never seen Steve get like this before and it was honestly hilarious.

“You wanna go there? Fine, let’s go there.” Bucky sat on the edge of his seat. “You let me fall of the damn train.”

Steve gasped. “I did not!”

“You did!”

“I tried to get you Bucky!”

“Well you didn’t try hard enough and because of that, I fell off the train, lost my arm and was captured by Hydra.” the soldier crossed his arms.

“Don’t blame this all on me!” Steve shouted.

Deciding that you should stop them from arguing, you interrupt.

“Hey uh, I really need help with that five paged essay. Really important.” you say, causing the two to become silent as they glare at one another.

“I’m helping Y/N.” Bucky spoke.

“No, I am.” Steve hissed.

“You weren’t even there for the first part of it, how could you-”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I was too damn skinny to be enlisted, Bucky!”

“Don’t go there!”

“You already did!”

“You think you’re Mr. Perfect? You didn’t even bother looking for me after I fell!” Bucky argued.

“I thought you were dead!”

He scoffed. “Well clearly I’m not.” he gestures to himself.

“Bucky, I’ll help Y/N because unlike you, I was there till the end.” he smiled sweetly.

“You little shit-”

They start bickering back and forth and finally realizing that you would get help from neither of them, you up and leave the living room, bumping into Tony and Sam along the way.

“What are the old men arguing about?” Tony questioned.

You wave your hand. “Something about Steve leaving his condom wrappers out in the open.”

Tony looks at Sam. “I told you Rogers was getting laid!”

Sam rolls his eyes and they continue on their way towards the elevator. You make it to your room and you’re about to shut the door when you hear Bucky’s voice.

“Where’s Y/N?”

There was a pause.

“See, I told you, you were gonna scare her off!”

Me? More like you scared her off!”

“Don’t turn this on me, Bucky! If you-”

And you shut the door.

A/N: I didn’t know how to end this so ye. I hope ya guys like it, it was pretty fun to write. Tell me what at think :)


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Interruptions (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Word Count: 1675

Genre: Mostly fluff…humor?

Request/Summary: “[{(MODERN AU)}] Can you plz do a tjeff x reader where you’re Washington’s niece and you invite Washington and everyone from the offices to a festival that you are helping out with. Then, Thomas starts to flirt with you, but Washington gets really protective.”- @winniepoohffg​ (this request was originally sent into @daveeddiggsit​ (check out her blog if you haven’t already, look you can just click on it right there. go homies. I belive in you. k I’ll shut up now) but I stole it because her requests are closed (: )

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

AU: Modern

Warnings: One or two dirty pick up lines, probably cussing

A/N- Thank you so much for letting me steal this @winniepoohffg​ sorry this probably kinda sucks, I tried my best, I just loved the idea so much, I couldn’t help commandeering it. Also sorry this took forever.

Standard TJeffs a/n: Yes, I do write Jefferson but keep in mind that I think historical Jefferson was an evil dick. I write for Jefferson from the play

Originally posted by fuckyeahdaveeddiggs

“What do you need me to do?” You asked your uncle.

“Thanks for helping, (Y/N), can you put these on that table over there?” He requested, piling several boxes into your arms so you could barely peek over them to see where you were going. After you set them down on the table, you opened the top of one of them to see several holiday decorated cookies stacked on display inside.

“Hey uncle George? You want me to set these out?” You called across the room.

“That would be great!” He responded. You set out each cardboard box one by one on the table, tearing off the lids to put the various sweets inside on display. Afterward, you went back to your uncle, who was now hanging up a cluster of fake mistletoe in the doorway.

“Do you… have anything more… festive to wear?” He asked you, eyeing your jeans and gray sweater.

“At your place.” You replied.

“Here are the car keys.” He dropped the keys into your hand. “Come back in half an hour looking like all the best parts of December threw up on you.”

You slipped into the dress you’d brought along on your trip to spend the holidays with your uncle, you didn’t have much other family, and he’d invited you to come, so you did. The dress had a short flowing skirt that hung around your mid thigh, a scarlet bow was sewn around the waist and the back dipped low, some might say it was a bit revealing, but this wasn’t your office party.

“This isn’t gonna be completely gone for at least four years.” You muttered to yourself as you applied glitter eyeshadow. “But hey, I’m all ready for next year now.”

You hopped back into the car and drove back to the office, the stairs proved to be more of a challenge now that you were in three-inch heeled booties, but eventually you made it back up to your uncle.

“‘Kay, what’s next?” You asked, noticing that you still had a little bit before people would start arriving.

“Hey you’re back! You look great. Can you finish labeling these and listing all the allergens? I already wrote them all but you know full well that no one can read my handwriting, so if you could just make it look neater, that would be really helpful.” He recited, gesturing to the sweets on the table.

Just as you had finished labeling the last box, the first person arrived. He was tall and had curly hair that poofed nicely all around his head. And let’s face it. He was as hot as a thousand suns clustered in hell. You stood up and brushed imaginary dust off your knees from kneeling on the floor as you’d written the labels. His eyes not-so-subtly scanned your figure as he made a beeline for you.

“Thomas Jefferson.” He introduced himself, leaning down to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You breathed.

“Ah. Jefferson you’re here, if you wouldn’t mind helping me with something?” Your uncle interrupted. “I need someone tall.”

“But we’re almost the same height.” Thomas muttered confusedly.

“Come on, no time for conversation, let’s go.” Washington beamed, dragging Thomas to the other room. You stared at his poofy hair bouncing as he walked away but it didn’t take long for your eyes to drop down further.

“You mind if I call you google?” His warm breath near your ear sent shivers up your spine, “Because you’ve got everything I’m looking for.”

“Ah, we’ve begun with the cheesy pick up lines.” You said, turning to face Jefferson. Now it was your turn to not-so-subtly scan his figure, and you couldn’t say it wasn’t more than worth the effort.

“(Y/N), how’s it going?” Your uncle stepped in front of Jefferson, pushing him backward in the process. You raised an eyebrow skeptically, he was definitely up to something.

“Great.” You drawled sarcastically.

“Good, good, why don’t you come meet Hamilton’s wife Eliza, I’m sure you two will really hit it off.” He offered, dragging you across the room. You looked back over your shoulder at Thomas, who was scowling intently at his boss’ back, gripping his plastic cup so tightly, his knuckles grew pale. You held back a laugh as your uncle came to a stop.

“Mrs. Hamilton, this is my niece (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” George introduced you. You smiled politely at her and held out your hand for her to shake.

“It’s great to meet you.” She beamed as she shook your hand, you glanced back to where Thomas was standing previously, but found it empty.

“Yeah…” You nodded awkwardly. Silently begging your uncle to leave.

“I’ll leave you to it.” He finally read your thoughts.

“Ha. That’s what my sister said when she set up my husband and I.” Eliza reminisced, staring off into the corner of the room.

“Cool. I gotta go… do… something…” You told her. “I’ll talk to you later?”

“See you around.” She smiled. You left her and walked back over to Jefferson, who was now eating a cookie and standing by the table.

“Hey, you like sleeping? Me too. We should do it together sometime.” You smirked as you stepped in front of him. The cookie dropped out of his hand and he tried to hide his strong blush. You burst out laughing at his reaction but the blush only grew

“Cheri, I think we’ve begun a pickup-line war.” He decreed slyly.

“Oh bringing out the french I see. I’m still gonna win.” You bragged.

“Go ahead and keep telling yourself that but be prepared to find out just how wrong you are.” He teased. By this time, your noses were only inches from touching each other, having slowly gravitated nearer as you talked.

“Jefferson.” A new voice interjected.

“Goddamnit. What do you want?” Thomas groaned, stepping away from you.

“Washington asked me to get you.” The man who’d interrupted shrugged.

“You’re so annoying, Hamilton.” Thomas muttered as he walked past his coworker, shoving his shoulder.

“Mature as ever.” Hamilton sneered under his breath. “So you’re the bosses neice. Hot.” He commented.

“You’re name was Hamilton right?” You queried.

“Alexander Hamilton at your service.” He bowed flirtatiously.

“Interesting. I just met your wife.” You told him, raising an eyebrow in warning. The color drained from his face for a half second.

“Huh.” He nodded. “See you around then.” After that he bolted away as quick as he had come.

You sulked your way over to the next room but got stopped in the doorway.

“Je vais faire semblant que c'est une ligne de ramassage chaud parce que vous ne pouvez pas me comprendre.” Thomas murmured into your ear.

“Et je vais faire semblant de ne pas te comprendre pour ne pas écraser ton cœur délicat.” You responded with a smug grin.

“I will admit, the French is hot, no matter what you’re saying.” You confessed with a shrug.

“I could say the same for you.” He shrugged. “Look up, angel.” You turned your gaze upward, above you was a small cluster of leaves, white flowers scattered amongst the green with a scarlet ribbon tied around the two or three stems.

“Hmm, that’s interesting.” You hummed, hooking your arm around his neck. His hand spread out on your lower back and pulled you against him. Your eyes fluttered close as your lips drew nearer to one another.

“Oops! Sorry!” Your uncle apologized, crashing between you two with a large box in his arms.

“It’s fine.” You fumed. “Do you need help with that?” You growled.

“Nope.” He smiled.

“You can’t seem to see over it, let me help.” You snapped, walking over to help your uncle.

“What are you up to?” You hissed once you were out of hearing range of Jefferson.

“What do you mean, what am I up to?” He asked innocently.

“Every time I start to get somewhere with Thomas, there you are.” You stated.

“Thomas? You’re on a first name basis?” He grumbled, setting the box down on the floor by the door to the stairs.

“Yes. We are.” You responded indignantly.

“Look, you’re my niece… and he’s… well he’s…”

“He’s what?”

“He’s… Jefferson.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“I just… I don’t want to see you hurt. He’s broken a lot of hearts.” Your eyes widened. It wasn’t as though you weren’t expecting him to be a somewhat-player, but it still somehow managed to surprise you.

“Look. I really like him, and I won’t let myself fall into that trap. I promise.” You bargained.

“No.” He shook his head.

“What? Come on. You can’t stop me, I’m not a little girl anymore.” You narrowed your eyes.

“How are you going to stop yourself from falling in love with him?” George argued.

“I’ll know when he doesn’t feel the same and back out, that was it’s not so abrupt. And what makes you think I’ll fall in love with him?” You retorted.

“I’ve seen the way you look at him, it’s bound to happen eventually. But you’re right. I can’t just keep interrupting and expect you to stop liking each other.” He conceded.

“So you’ll back off?” You questioned hopefully. He nodded,

“I’ll back off.”

You finally found Thomas and took hold of both his wrists, turning him to face you. You stood on your tiptoes and pressed a firm kiss to his lips, his hands tangled their way into your hair and eventually you melted into a softer, more lov-liking kiss. Maybe George was right. Maybe you were bound to fall in love with him eventually. Maybe he would break your heart. He began to pull away and you plastered a smile onto your face.

“I felt like we weren’t done.” You shrugged.

“Well I can’t say I disagree. Surprised my boss didn’t interrupt again.” He mumbled.

“I took care of it. He’s a little too overprotective of his sister’s daughter, I’m not ten.” You agreed.

“Wait, you’re his niece?!”

Young Gods - Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: hey homie i don’t know if you do requests based off of songs but if you do could you do a dick grayson or jason todd imagine based off of young god by halsey? thanks:)) (requested by anon) + Not for sure if requests are still open- Could you do one, if they are still open, of like maybe the reader being really powerful like the Scarlet Witch and she is having a lot of self esteem issues and all with her not being able to control her powers as they grow and maybe some Jason Todd SO action with smut and fluff ?? ^^; (requested by anon)

“Jason … do you think I’m … good?” You asked hesitantly wrapping your arms self consciously around your side.

“Of course I do. What kind of question is that?” He reassured, taking your hand in his a pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“I don’t know. I’ve been feeling really … unstable lately. It seems like no matter what I do I can’t control my powers. I just don’t want to turn out to be bad because I couldn’t control myself.” You explained vulnerably.

“You’re going to be a legend, baby. You just need a bit more time. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve already come so far in such a short time.” Jason encouraged gently.

“You really think so?”

“Of course I do. You’re better a better person than most on the Justice League. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll overcome this. You’re not dangerous [Y/N]. I believe in you.” He said leaning in to press a kiss to you cheek.

“What would I ever do without you Jay?” You asked, your hand trailed up and gently traced his sharp jawline while you gazed lovingly into his eyes.

“You’d do fine without me. Me on the other hand … some days you’re all that keeps me grounded.” Jason said closing his eyes and relishing in the feeling of your touch. He brought his hand up to cover your own along his jaw. He always looked so at peace when he was with you. You wished you could still feel that same kind of peace but you always felt on edge, like any moment you could lose control.

“Hey.” Jason said gently noticing the anxious furrow in your brow. He took your hands in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles. “Breathe. Relax. It’s going to be alright.” You nodded and took a few deep calming breaths before resting your head against Jason’s shoulder.

“I’m losing control Jay.” You whispered into his shoulder.

“No you’re not.” He whispered encouragingly. Jason tilted your chin up and brought you lips to his in a gentle reassuring kiss.

You didn’t want to feel this way anymore. You didn’t want to feel powerless. So you did the only thing your felt you had the power to do and deepened the kiss with your lover. You desperately clung onto him and kissed his as if the world was ending. You shifted your body so that you were now straddling his hips on the couch. From this new angle you were able to further deepen the kiss.

“Jay … please. Distract me.” You pleaded between kisses. Jason hummed in agreement, his hands moving to your waist to start slowly pushing your shirt up. Everywhere he touched left a trail of tingling pleasure. Eventually you grew impatient and pulled your shirt over your own damn head and quickly moved to take his off as well. As soon as his chest was exposed you reconnected your lips with his and let your hands roam across his defined muscles.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one doing the distracting.” He mumbled against your lips with a teasing little smirk.

“Then do it.” You challenged. His eyes narrowed at your dominant tone and he took your hips between his hands and twisted you both so that you were now laying on your back against the couch with him poised above you with a hungry look in his eyes.

“With pleasure.” He grinned before diving in and beginning his assault of overwhelming pleasure. He teased and toyed with you in all the right ways until you were repeatedly calling out his name in ecstasy. The lines blurred between pleasure and power. As you felt your climax build a familiar tingling sensation ghosted at your fingertips and slowly crept it’s way to succumb your fingers and palms. You wrenched your eyes shut and tried to willfully push your powers back into the back of your mind.

Please. Now is not the time.’ You pleaded to any higher being that might be listening. Jason continued thrusting passionately into you, unaware of your inner dialogue and growing panic. Your hands gripped at his back, sure to leave a mark, but when you saw your hands begin to glow you released your hold and gripped at the surface of the couch. Your control is slipping.

“Jay stop.” You cried, your voice turning into a moan. “My powers. I can’t control them. Jay!” You cried out, a wave of power and pleasure overtaking you. Jason let out a moan and braced one of his hands on the couch by your head. His other hand moved to take hold of your chin to force you to look into his eyes.

“You can [Y/N]. Just look at me. Look into my eyes and don’t ever look away. Focus on me and only me, darling.” He commanded, briefly slowing his hip movements and making them more slow and drawn out as you tried to push away the rise of your power. You did as he commanded and anchored your gaze to his. You watched as his deep expressive eyes responded to the sight of you and morph between looks of determination, love, lust, and adoration. In Jason’s eyes you found your will to find the strength to control your powers.

“See? I knew you could control your powers.” Jason whispered planting soft sensual kisses along your neck and collarbone while you both came down from the high of your climax. You hummed and cuddled into his bare chest.

“Jay. I burned the couch.” You pointed out cautiously eyeing the hand shaped scorch marks now branded where you had been gripping during the height of your passionate lovemaking.

“Oh.” He said eying the marks that before shrugging casually. “Well it’s a work in progress then, but I think we can count tonight as an success! We can work on not burning things next time around.”

“It’s a start.”

  • me: yaaaas bitch
  • me: mE AS HELL
  • me: fUcK ME UP
  • me: oh. powder white. i see. :/

anonymous asked:

What is your opinion on who can say the n-word and who can't?

You know what? My partner in crime, @allkindzahbroke told me this about a year ago and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.

 It’s obvious that white people can’t say it but this is mostly for other minorities who feel they can say it with no problem because they’re not white.

You and a bunch of people are in a house (partying or whatever) and suddenly, the police burst in and say, “We’re arresting every nigga in here!” If you’re able to say,

  • “That’s not me!”
  • “I’m not a nigga!”
  • “I’m (enter ethnicity here)!”

and/or slip out without worrying about get handcuffed and tossed in jail, you should not be saying that word. When it’s fun and games, you’re enjoying the perks of “being a nigga” without actually having to “be a nigga” when crap starts to hit the fan. You get what I mean?