Shout out to black gay men. Too many times black gay men are portrayed negatively in media and just written off as jokes or harmful stereotypes. But nah, black gay men are smart, kind, handsome, strong, determined, etc…etc…and they deserve more than people give them.
Considering the staggering amount of votes this one got, here you go!
ok so it’s my sweet sixteen and i took two of my closest friends paintballing. We started off alone with just the three of us. Me and this girl formed a truce so we could take out her brother. He found a building with a roof to shoot from so i was criss crossing and sliding behind shelters.
Long story short with this guy i snuck up behind his building and shot him point blank in the ass while he was climbing a ladder.
Except now his sister is my enemy and a much larger threat.
I criss cross my way back narrowly avoiding being shot. I skid to a stop behind this bush with a really gappy fence and go GOOD ENOUGH BRING IT ON and poke my muzzle through. I cant particularly see but I remembered seeing her in a little chapel window. I aim that general direction and open fire. I immediately hear HIT. When she comes out i see where i hit her. Right between the eyes like I couldnt do that again if I tried. Ill take it.
We’re back at the base ops and these massive dudes come over like “yo wanna join us we need more players” and we’re like “oh ya bud the more the merrier” so we go over and everyone is freaking massive and there’s us three tiny lil teenagers. I over hear they’re a military team and just sigh because i know im dead this is just my luck
Apparently they wanted us so that they could simulate having civilian to protect, who were also armed. (They did a piss poor job of this seriously wtf)
So the game starts and im seperated from my friends. They’re on the opposite team.
Im sticking near the leader and just generally trying not to die. He’s giving me orders as softly and nicely as he can, thinking Im scared. I mean really who wouldnt be?
I wasnt. I was ready to kick butt. When I am silent, be afraid, im planning something.
Next thing i know he’s gone. Shot, running, hiding i dont know and i dont care i gotta move there are way too many heavily armed men in these woods for me to be comfortable
Im trekking through this woodsy area keeping as low as possible because the other team has a freaking sniper and im not dealing with that no thanks im just a tiny teenager leave me alone ok
Im doing my thing and trying to find people to shoot because everyone is mia when i see people ahead.
Not my people.
And they havent seen me yet. Im looking around looking for some decent cover or somewhere to take them by surprise and there is nothing. The entire area is just thistle bushes with massive thorns. And then my idea hits. A wicked, mischievous idea. I grin behind my mask and get ready to lay my trap.
I plop myself down right in the middle of these thistles and army crawl to the path their taking and just lay still.
These guys dont see me.
They’re not expecting someone to be in these bushes cause who is that dumb.
The one dudes boot is an inch from my hand and i spring up and yell SURPRISE before shooting him right in the chest and then the two behind him. Three down, way too many to go. I ran away cackling like a witch
Dont die dont die dont die
I head out again and meet up with some more of my group. They stick me at the back to keep me out of harms way. A valiant, if ineffective effort
Enter enemy attack.
We get split up into two groups to flank them and i end up alone again. I moving slowly, spinning in a slow circled because I am EFFED
I’m a tiny lil sixteen year old girl, all alone, with about 15 guns pointed at me. I was completely surrounded. My comrades who had fled to live and fight another day are now making haste towards me like WHO LEFT THE KID BEHIND HELP HER and im like
hell no i got this
I went absolutely ape shit on their asses.
Shots are flying around me like crazy and everyone is screaming. One of the enemies shouts FALL BACK WHAT THE FU–
I hear one if my partners like HOLY SHIT SHE’S ALIVE
I barrel over one of the attackers and side arm his gun away. I break out from the Circle of Doom and make a mad dash for cover.
I leap into the air and spin to fave them. Im not getting shot in the back I an a WARRIOR
I just start spraying with a battle cry to rattle the heavens
I smack back down to earth and land in a crouch
Every single one of the attackers were shot, usually multiple times, and i didnt get shot once. Frankly no clue how i managed but I am NOT questioning it. Luck or skill I dont care
Eventually it was down to two people. Me and the other teams captain.
He’s a big, scary dude. He had a custom gun that could pop off a frankly alarming amount of shots per second.
The odds arent exactly in my favour.
We find each other right in the middle with trenches and tiny little metal fences for cover. Im walking through like plz dont shoot me i am small be nice
The dude pops up from a trench and starts firing. No mercy here.
I duck behind a fence and it is the most pathetic thing i have ever seen.
I have barely enough room to crouch behind it because it’s so small. The other dude finds a nice big trench and big fence the lucky lil jerk.
So we’re poppin up like weasels trying to get a shot in. I cant hit him, he cant hit me. Up and down and up and down. My fence angles down ever so slightly so im tucked in as tightly as I could. My fence is rattling as shot after shot after shot hits. The shots stop, i poke my muzzle over the edge amd lay down some fire.
And the cycle repeats
I get tired of this little exchange so the next time he goes down i lay on some cover fire and sprint like hell for a near by trench like i am just bookin it thinking dont shoot me dont shoot me imma kill you
i slide in and pop up just as he rises to take a shot. Except im not where he thought id be.
I shot him right in the side of his bald lil head.
So i won. My team legit carried me on their shoulders back to base ops
And that’s the time I, a sixteen year old girl, beat a team of militarily trained behemoths
Title: The Miskatonic Project Rating: PG-13 for horror themes, death Summary: Abraham Erskine may have invented something new with the Serum – or maybe he re-created something very old. Something…Elder. Notes: I should be working on like three other fanfics but I had a TERRIBLE DREAM this afternoon and anyway this only took about half an hour to write.
Steve came out of the Vita-Ray machine…different.
Of course he looked different – taller, thickly muscled, skin gleaming. But it wasn’t the change in his appearance so much as the…sensation people felt around him. Howard claimed not to feel it, and Erskine died before he could weigh in. Peggy felt it, but not in the way others did. To her, he seemed otherworldly, but like an angel or a religious vision – comforting under a layer of unreality. She even liked the strange black pupils he’d developed, so big and dark you could hardly see the whites of his eyes at all.
She didn’t see him pull the Hydra agent out of the submarine after Erskine’s assassination. Only three people did – a cab driver, a little boy, and the boy’s mother. The cab driver wouldn’t say a word, and the boy’s mother stuttered and stammered so badly they finally gave up. The little boy just said, “Well, he got him,” and looked admiringly at Steve.
Steve wasn’t wet, but the submarine lay on the deck of the pier, and the man next to it was dead, a rictus of horror on his face.
#YesAllWomen because I shouldnt have to hold my keys in fear & check over my shoulder every few seconds when i walk at night
because the odds of being attacked by a shark is 1 in 3,748,067, while a woman’s odds of being raped are 1 in 6…
because when Malala Yousafzai was 14 she was shot in the head for trying to go to school.
because we always have to watch our drink when we go to bars and parties.
because guys say “buT NOT ALL MEN!!!” but all women are bad drivers and all women are moody and all women are emotional and all women get to be painted w the same brush but dont u dare generalise men thats unfair!!!!
NO ONE actually thinks “all men”.
just TOO MANY men.
just ENOUGH men to be afraid.
just ENOUGH men that ALL women have experienced it.
just ENOUGH to make it a social problem and not a personal one.
BECAUSE if she is “too young” to be wearing “those clothes”, she’s also too young for you to be sexualizing her body for wearing them ???
because we NEED to be the generation who will teach our sons to act respectfully instead of teaching our daughters to beware.
Because i care about the problems of men?? you’re allowed to wear pink. you’re allowed to hate sports. you’re allowed to cry. you’re allowed to be small and scrawny. you’re allowed to be confused as hell when your car breaks down. you’re allowed to wear makeup. you’re allowed to express your feelings. you’re allowed to be afraid of spiders. you’re allowed to love romantic comedies. you’re allowed to hate the gym. you’re allowed to play with barbies. you’re allowed to not have abs.
Because it is not just about me, bc it is not just about anger, bc it is not just a JOKE, bc it is not just about the fact that gay men are “fags” but lesbians are “hot,” bc it is not just about pics of thin white girls being the only google image results for “beautiful women”, bc it is not just about what she was wearing or how many times she said yes before she changed her answer to no.
And because.. jesus chRIST why is equality so hard to grasp!!! like
I AM A PERSON
YOU ARE A PERSON
WE ARE EQUAL
His sophomore year, Bitty starts vanishing from 6-9 every Wednesday night and comes back to the Haus looking really happy. Jack notices (of course he does) and awkwardly brings it up (on one of their not dates for coffee) and it turns out Bitty is going to one of the school’s (many, many) LGBTQAI+ group meetings and is like “PLEASE do not tell the boys about this, let me have this one thing” so Jack is like “of course” and totally doesn’t notice how even more people are waving to Bitty when they walk to class, or how Bitty seems to be getting even MORE texts, like, all the time.
(He definitely doesn’t hear Bitty arriving home verrrrry late one night and ending up humming all smiley to himself while he cooks breakfast the next morning, a hickey not quite hidden by his collar.)
One Saturday night Jack gets a phone call, and it’s Bitty, and he sounds furious and wants to know if Jack can please pick him up RIGHT NOW, so Jack goes to get him.
20 Reasons to Watch ProZD's Kingdom Hearts Let's Play
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Seriously though, go check out @prozdvoices Press Buttons ‘n Talk YouTube channel and see for yourself.
01. child, they’re seeking weakness tonight / 02. this human heart, how many times can it be torn, before a superhero is born? / 03. you gave me my very first gun / 04. you are another one, buried here by no one / 05. no hope, just lies and you’re taught to cry into your pillow, but I survived / 06. my childhood spat back out the monster that you see / 07. I play for keeps, ‘cause I might not make it back / 08. I’m only the monster you made me / 09. better men have hit their knees, and bigger men have died / 10. this war is mine / 11. you know the blood that I’m owed is all yours / 12. excuse me sir, am I your daughter? / 13. I make no apologies all of my sins I would repeat / 14. I will burn your kingdom if you try to conquer me and mine / 15. if I’ve no one to fight, how do I know who I am? / 16. you will be the one that I’ll become / 17. don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash / 18. one eye is taken for an eye / 19. welcome to the new age / 20. to the edge of the earth, it’s a brave new world, from the last to the first / 21. I would like to run away to a place where stars could be seen as a warning, where we could rise clean in the morning
Don’t ever in your fucking life beg a man to be with you, spend time with you, or contact you. Don’t go out your way for men that won’t do the same for you. I never begged or plead a man to take me back or call me. I don’t stay where I am not welcomed or wanted. I don’t chase men, I replace them. I have way too many men hitting on me and craving my attention to worry about one man that won’t put any effort.
i always wonder about what discourse would be like in the x-men universe. like, “mutant positivity isn’t for you if you’re human passing!” and “shoutout to all the mutants with boring powers that won’t help you save the world!” and awful quotes put over pictures of mystique and people making anything deadpool says into a meme, like literally anything, and people having full on Bad Discourse over the cure can you even imagine
Let me start off by saying that I got inspiration for this post from another post about the disillusionment of a black woman about dating within the black community, expressing that too many black men aren’t attracted to black women and ideally go for non black women. Which got me thinking that with all this recent promotion of black couples via social media, I feel like we can’t just focus on the pros of black love, but we must also bring to light the darker, behind the scenes reality for black women finding love among black men who directly and indirectly express their refusal to be with black women.
I get it, the praise for black love has to do with unifying the black community by saying, “See, black men and women DO love each other.” And yes, I believe it. I don’t believe the photos I see of black couples on social media are fake or anything, but can we also bring to light female black singles and how their singleness is affected by the presence of misogyny noir and anti blackness among black men? Dating in general is hard, but imagine how dating is as not only a black person, but a black woman who does not fit Eurocentric beauty standards (such as light skin, light eyes, loose hair, slim facial features, etc.) Often times I commonly see these types of “conventionally” attractive black women paired up with black men more so than mono-racial looking black women - I wonder why?
As a mono-racial, dark skinned black woman who grew up in predominantly white spaces, from my own experiences on and offline, I can confidently say that a lot of black men don’t consider me to necessarily be their “ideal” type based off black and white standards of beauty, and I feel like black and white standards of beauty go hand in hand for obvious reasons having to do with cultural assimilation, a history of colonization, and so on. Which brings me right to another point I’d like to make about looks equating to superiority or inferiority. Sure, you can’t judge a book by the cover yet too often black men do so, falling prone to the stereotypes associated with non black ethnicities of women - so it’s not just about non black women meeting a Eurocentric standard of beauty easier than most black women. It’s also about how black men view them as less “controlling” than black women, therefore more agreeable and “nicer” JUST due to ethnicity and ethnicity alone. Mind you, I’m not saying black men who date outside their ethnicity all have agendas behind their attractions, BUT I am still iffy about their reasonings for “racial preferences.” I think now is a good time to quote myself from the post about the disillusioned black woman:
“And whenever I see a black woman who exclusively dates outside the black community I feel like it’s not for the same reasons black men often do it - for black women who either often or only date non black men I feel like I have more understanding for them because of the treatment they receive from black men who often have no issue with voicing how undesirable black women are to them. That gives black women more authority of their love lives by expanding their dating pool (since the lot of black women go for black mates) vs. black men who often go for non black women for superficial, anti black reasons rooted in sexism. So when a black woman says “I don’t date black dudes” I don’t see it as excusable but at the same time I understand her reasons for doing so more than a black man refusing to date black women. I feel like black women are often looking for genuine love, the kind of love too many black men can’t give them because of their racial baggage, while said black men are oftentimes looking for trophies to use to spite black women and make non black men “envy” them for “stealing” their women.”
You read it right. I do feel like a lot of black men aren’t capable of loving black women the way they need to be loved, which has to do with seeing their blackness in the same way that they see their own and not letting gender be the deciding factor concerning superiority vs. inferiority, especially if said black women don’t fit the Eurocentric standard of beauty. I will say that non black men aren’t the “golden ticket” of black women in order for them to find love - there’s undeniably issues of anti blackness and sexism in all communities. But at the same time since non black men aren’t hit the hardest by racism, since anti blackness is global, they do have less baggage from that and less pressure to socially conform in my eyes. Because really, I believe more non black men are attracted to black women more so than they let on, it’s just that their cultural ties such as pleasing family and community hold them back from acting on this attraction confidently.
We really do need to have a real conversation about misogyny noir alongside “black love.” Because part of the way black men are going to love black women unconditionally has to do with an awareness of their own social conditioning and their own perceptions of black womanhood.
I’m tired of the stereotypes
Black girls are
I’m tired of the hair hate
I’m tired of the skin hate
Like we’re on opposing teams…
I’m tired of the hate for liking out of race
“Black guys”(Who sometimes don’t even want us)
And forever wondering if said guy will even like us back
I’m tired of being told I can’t be
“ A geek”
“Good at school”
“Or a Queen”
Or can’t have
“A stable family”
“Drama free love life”
“Normalcy of any sort”
Or I can’t like
Anything other than Rap/R&B
I’m tired of the names and things said
“White girl in a black girls body”
“I don’t date black girls”
“You’re pretty for a black girl”
“You talk/act white”
“You’re not like the rest”
“I like chocolate”
“You’re my Nubian princess” (Like we are food or a prize to be won)
I’m so tired
…. Of constantly trying to prove myself
….. Always explaining myself
….. Trying to keep my voice down
….. Being too dark
…… Or too light
…… Steering away from stereotypes
….. Being treated like less than
….. “No I don’t have kids” “Nit currently or planning to be pregnant”
….. “No you cannot touch my hair”
….. Yes I live with both my mom and dad
…… “Nubian princess”
….. Keeping my hands to myself in a store so I don’t get accused of stealing
…… Social media and News representation
…… Being a fetish
…… Being wary of cops when I’ve done nothing wrong
…… Knuckling under
…… Black on black hate
……. EVERY THING ELSE
I’m so tired of fighting
My skin color and hair does not, has not, and will not ever represent me.
I am in touch with my black and Haitian roots but none of it defines me unless I say it does.
No matter I do or say people will still see me that way. I’m so tired of people not even seeing who I am but what they perceive me to be solely based on my skin.
I’m so very tired, BUT, too many people (men, women, and people of every race) have fought too long, prayed too hard, and died too often for us to GIVE UP because we’re TIRED! No, this is when we push even harder, because if we’re tired so are they, but now we have one foot in the door ^3^
For so long, I thought I knew what I was. A daughter who usurped her father. A woman who had taken control of a wild place. Scott was proof of that. The one who saw me that way, too, who substantiated it. And all that time, all he saw was a girl so ambitious… she would never doubt his story. So, she would continue to play the part. Draw everyone’s attention away from himself. You did do all those things. I know I did. But always with a man behind me doing his damnedest to bend it all to his benefit. My father, Scott, Charles, you. So many goddamn men here. Too many goddamn men here.
Summary – You are house-sitting
for some friends on the Chesapeake Bay in the middle of a hurricane.
Unbeknownst to you, you’re not alone. Takes place immediately following the
events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Warnings – Blood,
angst, and bondage
Word Count – 1,488
Notes – I wrote
the first two parts of this back in January, so I’m finally getting back to
this after my hiatus. I’m really excited
to delve into this fic and I hope you guys are enjoying it so far! As always, I appreciate all of your feedback
His metal hand was
warmer after being exposed to the hot water of the shower, but it was still a
shock to feel it when he began to undo the belt around your wrists. He hauled you up out of the chair and led you
back into the bedroom.
Somewhere within you,
you knew that he just wouldn’t leave.
You’d always known that he couldn’t just leave you here. You’d seen his face, and there weren’t too
many men running around with a metal arm.
Death was surely in your future, but only after he was finished with
you. You tried not to cry as he forced
you onto the bed and began tying your hands to the bed-frame behind you.
“Please don’t hurt
me,” you quietly begged as he leaned over you to cinch the belt tighter.
His eyes met yours for
the briefest of moments, but there was no emotion to be seen.
You closed your eyes tightly, waiting for the feel of his
hands on you, but it never came. You
felt him move away from you and it wasn’t until you heard drawers opening and
shutting that you dared to open your eyes.
His back was to you as he rummaged through Aaron’s clothes. He pulled out a ratty t-shirt that had Butte
Football written across it in faded screen print. It was one of Aaron’s favorite shirts and you
hated the thought of this monster wearing it.
The man pulled it over his head and began searching again. When he pulled a pair of pajama pants from
the drawer, you weren’t prepared for him to rip off the towel around his waist
before stepping into them. You got a
good view of a tight backside and thick thighs before you squeezed your eyes