anonymous asked:

U wrote Ivan wasnt a monster. Im not hating you but im confused. In ur opinion Russia wasn't cruel when he terrorized others, made them his servants, destroyed Feliks and Taurys' brotherly love, their union? Ruinig somebody's life isn't cruel at all?

This ask, yes? I said one word, yo. How you came to that detailed conclusion is beyond me.

A rather black and white way of looking at historical events, don’t you think? The world doesn’t run on good and evil. It’s a sea of mixed shades from both.

Do I think Russia is a monster? No. Do I think he is/was cruel? Sometimes, yes. Just like Spain, England, America, Germany, Italy, Japan, etc. at some point in their lives.

anonymous asked:

Hey joe i am 17 years old i get called an oreo/coconut by other black girls.. I am very proud of my heritage and my skin colour however i feel like they want me to act a certain way that i am not comfortable with.. how do i deal with that?

I feel that I am not qualified to answer this question so I passed it along to my wife. Here’s her response:

Hi. Great question, this hit kinda close to home so I’m glad you asked it. Me and my sisters grew up in a predominantly white neighborhood and talked kind of valley girl growing up. When we visited my family who lived in black neighborhoods, the kids in the neighborhood would ask us “why do you all talk “like that” “ ? At the time I had no clue of what they were talking about but as I grew older I started to understand. In high school, I made best friends with a blue eyed, blonde haired white girl and because of that, a group of the popular black girls made fun of me, called me names behind my back, and also tried to intimidate me in various situations. Now these girls were from the suburbs, just like me, but it seemed they were trying to put on some type of front like they were some group hard core inner city kids. However, I knew I was just as black as anyone else even though I had a white best friend and didn’t have that core group of black friends in high school. In my junior year, I joined the basketball team. I was one of the best players on the team, so I guess for them, that solidified I was black enough cus after that they stopped bothering me. Plus that opened up the opportunity for us to get to know each other more. I think because I never stepped out to make friends with them, they made assumptions about me based on only what they could see with their eyes.

Long story short, I never made friends with them. But I went to a historically black college (HBCU) after high school and it was the best decision I ever made in my life. I got to make friends with all different kinds of black people, with completely different personalities, upbringings, and accents. It opened me up to a whole different word.

Now as for those girls saying “be like us or you won’t be accepted” , that’s just one little circle of black folk. You’ll find out there’s lots of black people out there similar to you and many many more who are completely different than you. People of African descent don’t have to act a certain way to be accepted as Black. Even within black culture, there are cultural differences, but what connects us all is our African ancestry. Black in America is not the same as Black in UK, and Black in New York is not the same s Black in Mississippi, and Black in DC is not even the same as Black in Baltimore (and these cities are not even 30 mins apart)! But African influence is clearly present in all of these communities. Don’t give in to what they are saying or you are missing out on being an individual. As long as you know who you are that’s the most important thing, right? My advice, keep it moving. ( Andddd if you feel compelled pass this message along to them from me: “All Black people don’t need to act like yall !!”) Those girls will be gone out of your life soon and you will meet soooooo many unique people in this world. Keep your individualism, work it, and love it!



Since I’m getting hate for showing support for Taylor last night here’s why I am supporting her. You see those tweets up there ? They are direct shade to Taylor might as well have used the @ taylorswift13 . They are the reason why Taylor tweeted Nicki Minaj. Taylor wasn’t referring to Nicki ’s view about oppression and poc. So to the anon that says she made it about herself. No she did not. Nicki was angry and came for Taylor . And in my opinion Taylor has every damn right to defend herself especially since Nicki was body shaming and favoriting nasty tweets about her. This isn’t about Taylor being white or Nicki being black. It’s about Nicki being rude and shading Taylor. And yes Taylor could have worded herself better but that doesn’t make her wrong.

8 Things I Learned Growing Up As A Black Kid Reading Books About White People

Many a book-lover is made in childhood, minted by the first books she gets her hands on in that precious, impressionable first decade and a half. I was definitely one of those indoctrinated into book-nerd-dom at a freakishly young age. Leo the Lop, about a misfit rabbit with floppy ears instead of the pointy ears of his fellow litter-mates, was one of my first favorites. And I have no doubt that there is a crushingly obvious reason why a book about looking different was one of my early favorites.

From there, it was a blur of books with blonde princesses, valiant white heroes, and red-headed, freckled misfits on various misadventures, heroics, and lesson-driven quests.

Read more here.

anonymous asked:

When black girls straighten their hair they appropriate white straight hair culture. Everyone needs to stay in their lane.

you obviously don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about lol. black girls straightening their hair is assimilating to what white americans have made a high beauty standard. also, “white straight hair culture” is not only not a thing, but you made yourself sound incredibly stupid.

what’s really appropriation is white people in media wearing locs, corn rows, and “afros” (ya’ll can’t have fros i don’t even know why you try lmao) as a fashion statement. black culture isn’t fashion. no one’s culture is fashion.

black girls/women can wear their hair in many different styles because our hair is so versatile and we rock any kind of hairstyle we have! so you can kiss my beautiful, black ass with that “white straight hair culture” bullshit :)

I asked my white boyfriend what ‘White American culture’ was and he legit laughed and said “We don’t have one” then he went on to say “I think black people have a culture because your ancestors had theirs stripped away and so they made a new one.”

So there, that is why there is no #growingupwhite, because white American’s don’t have a unified culture . Sorry. 

That’s what ya got for taking ours I guess.

anonymous asked:

I don't consider biracial people as Drake, Zendaya, or even Obama to be black. Perceiving them as black is an act of racism itself because of the 1 drop rule. Plus, most of the half breeds don't want to identify with us (Zoe Kravitz lol) Thoughts?

I think someone mentioned Zoe saying growing up around whiteness made her miss out on connecting with her black heritage. For her she had to start all over again, and learn who she is. I guess that’s why she’s being all Erykah Badu-ish rocking box braids and stuff. I don’t think Zoe is biracial, she’s from two black parents correct?

I don’t believe I’ve heard Zendaya identify as black, I think Drake does, and Obama does. I don’t know. I only refer to biracial people as what they consider themselves, if they identify as black that’s what I respectfully refer to them as, but if they distant themselves from blackness and don’t want to identify with black, I will gladly refer to them as they see fit.

Butterfly kisses to you

Hey, people.  This will sound sappy and treacle-y, probably. But truthfully, I have that emotion you experience when people behave in a beautiful way and you did not expect it.

My father took that (↑) photo of me. Yes, people did use color film in those days, but Dad had that photographer’s sensibility that made him cherish the old ways of black-and-white film, as many of us do to this day.  So, there I smile and wave at him.  I smile and wave at you all, too. That expression on my face reflects how I felt today when I saw how many of you liked and reblogged my macro butterfly photo. I don’t know why, but it struck me that many of you responded to it because of a connection that we’ve established here on Ye Olde Tumblr.  That vagus nerve response some of us have when something grabs us (our “heartstrings”?)–that happened when I saw your responses.

So, I hereby officially and lovingly thank beautifullyframed, writteninjoy2, braveheartswhisper, merseawaves, dhritsmaladies, and the untaggable millernn2, all of whom reblogged the image, and everyone who loved it by clicking the heart. I know this reads like syrup and cotton candy and all of the things that make your teeth ache, but I cannot go through life acting like people should appreciate my efforts without my appreciation of theirs.  Accordingly, I issue this sincere message of thanks to you all. And by the way, telescopical consistently makes the effort to reblog/curate the works of so many people who share their efforts on tumblr. So, thank you, Kara, for your time.

Of course, I do not mean that we should live under the tyranny of quid pro quo. I mean that I notice and that we all might notice the efforts of one another. Right? That feels good, doesn’t it? Art for the sake of living.

Another thing, you can submit your photographic work at this list of places collected here by luxlit : blog list.

Peace and love to you all.



Had such a great day today, I went for a meal and wore a dress and everything! 👗✨

(I’ve also been asked to do some modelling thing….Ikr..why me…?!😂)

anonymous asked:

you are a racist but you're to fucking stupid to realize it. Cracker is the white equivalent to "nigger." maybe you can like not hate white people that didnt do shit to you? and start hating white peoples ancestors? that would be great :)

Cracker is not the white version of the N word.

They aren’t even comparable. Black people weren’t using the term cracker to oppress white people. Oppressed people can not switch and oppress their oppressor. Not how it works.

The history of cracker centers around white masters whipping their slaves. The sound the whipped made. If anything the term is about white people holding power. Which coincidentally still applies today since white people still hold institutional power over people of color.

They are just as bad as their ancestors. Want to know why? They still as evil, corrupt, and heartless as them. They may not be owning people (I’m sure they wish they could) but they’re still horrible. Denying people’s humanity, justifying the murder of black people every chance they get, ignoring that they benefit from white privilege, appropriating everyone’s culture. They uphold white supremacy and aren’t doing anything to dismantle it. They’re fucking sociopaths, have 0 empathy for people of color.

So fuck em

anonymous asked:

Taylor Swift is literally white feminism.

yes i know, i completely agree. here are some facts on why i dislike what she stands for:

  • she is best friends and a supporter of lenah dunham - an admitted child abuser.
  • she has a history of racism already - halloween, years back, she posed next to some white guy with a giant swastika drawn on his shirt. 
  • preaches about girls sticking together but made a whole damn song about a gang of women killing katy perry (super problematic on her own, but still not justifiable) 
  • appropriated black culture on her video for shake it off and didn’t even realize that dressing and using black women as props is racist and appropriative and defended her video 100%
  • doens’t speak out on important feminist issues
  • isn’t an actual feminist because white feminism is fake and a joke

Jim Britt: “My photo sessions with Michael often began with all his brothers, and then I’d shoot with Michael and Jermaine separately because they made solo albums. I’d usually shoot the album covers in color and then the publicity shots in black and white. I don’t know why they’re all looking up in this photo. I probably just said to look up because the light was better that way.”

anonymous asked:

I do understand why people get mad when asians/blacks/latinos are generalized as one big group, because there are still many cultural differences (and physical attributes too), but i don't get why, they still claim whites to be a whole big bunch, homogeneous, without any kind of distinctive features between one to another. And since it is seen correct to state a difference between japanese or chinese for example, i don't see why there's no difference made between i.e. nordic and mediterranean.



and the last ricœur text is another one about narrative identity. you can read it here if you like. 

i wish i could just hand in this stuff i made instead of having to live through an oral exam. i mean, i obviously worked myself through those texts, right?! 

the lecturer said he hopes that the exam is going to be more of a talk than a q&a - so why isn’t this happening in a nice cosy bar with a delicious beer?! i’m certainly more capable of a good talk with a beer comforting my mind. oh well.

Black and Why No Grey

 The various dents, scratches, shattered glass and “This is your fault” etched in the side showed this damaged was not out of ordinary rage. But when you take away Liam’s, and especially Liam’s, only way to relieve stress, ‘ordinary rage’ did not exist.

What really made his blood boil at the end of the night was Liam’s enemy snapping pictures of their coach’s vandalized car.

No! He wanted to tell coach himself! That way, coach himself could see the seething anger in Liam’s eyes. But Brett ruined that. What hasn’t Brett ruined?

Laying in bed that night, finally in a calm state, made Liam think. Was what he did really necessary? He seriously needs to think before his actions. No, what he really needs is to never have had this blasted I.E.D! Then maybe he would have a chance at a normal life.

The knock followed by a 'clink’ as the door opened indicated that a staff member was coming in. Liam looked up from his textbook to see the principal.

“Mr. Dunbar,” she spoke. “May I see you, please?”

Liam hesitated for a moment before standing up and making his way up front, head low.

Everything was always in black and white, but never as clouded as now. Liam knew something bad was going to happen, and for once, he sort of cared.

“Expelled?! Oh, Ms. Louis, is there any way to keep him here? Extra credit, alternative punishment.. anything?” Liam’s mother exclaimed.

“I’m sorry, but there is nothing. We do not tolerate such things here at Devenfold Prep.” The principal said sternly but coolly. Mrs. Dunbar nodded sadly while Liam hung his head to avoid all the eyes on him.

“Liam! Time to get up! Don’t want to be late, now do you?” shrieked Mrs. Dunbar.

“Actually, I do want to be late,” the teenager grumbled to himself as he got out of bed at a sluggish pace.

“LIIIIIAAAAAAAM!” called his mother.

“I’m coming!” Liam yelled back tiredly. To wake himself up, Liam splashed cold water on his face before heading downstairs for breakfast. His mother greeted him with a bright smile and blueberry pancakes. Justin, Liam’s stepdad, was drinking a cup of coffee and a piece of crisp bacon.

“Hey, Liam. Ready for your first day at your new school?” Justin inquired as Liam sat down with a full plate.

The 15 year old just shrugged.

“I guess I have to be.”

“Is it too late to join lacrosse?”

“I don’t know,” Liam told his stepdad.

“Will you try out?”

“Sure, I guess so.”

“Hey Lam?” his stepfather stopped the boy from getting out of the car.


Justin glanced to the side briefly before looking his stepson in the eye.

“I just want you to know that I love you, and things will get better, they always do. Maybe later tonight we can play some lacrosse, okay?”

Liam stared for a moment before breaking out in a smile.

“Alright, sounds good to me. I’ll see you later. Love you, dad.”

Justin couldn’t help but feel happy as Liam made his way to the building, especially about the last thing Liam said.

It sucked being the new kid, it really did. No friends, no idea where to go, not knowing anything.There were endless amounts of couples in the halls, which made Liam wonder how many of them could see colors rather than the dull black and white he saw.


Oh, how Liam wished he could see what color the sky was, or the birds that flew around during Spring. He knew he was young, but he still really wanted to see the world how it should be.

At least at the end of the day, he had some things to be glad for. Liam had met Mason, the two of them quickly becoming friends. He also got a spot on the Beacon Hills High lacrosse team. One kid had left for unknown reasons, and the coach had been impressed by Liam’s skills. His parents were almost as ecstatic as him. His mother was a little wary at first since lacrosse was the reason Liam was expelled in the first place, but her second husband reassured her.

Even though he was only a day in, Liam really liked his new school. There was no Brett, he finally got to be one of the star lacrosse players, and he got to just start over. Maybe being kicked out of Devenfold Prep wasn’t so bad.

Weren’t you suppose to get like, amazing sight or something when you became a werewolf?! Do colors not apply?! Well, that really sucks, especially since some people in his pack didn’t see everything in black and white. Liam kept telling himself they were older and had gone through more shit, leading them to new people.

It was the day of the game against Devenfold Prep. Liam had been a werewolf for a little white, had been having hallucinations of the Berserkers for an even shorter time. Yet, it felt like they had been going on forever, and he has just been slowly been getting crazier with each passing day.

Liam walked to where his new friends’ lunch table was. Scott, his Alpha, Malia, Lydia, Stiles, Kira, and even Mason were already seated.

“Woah, Liam,” Stiles started. He chuckled, “You don’t match at all.”

Everybody gave Stiles a look that said 'shut up and leave him alone’. Liam looked down at his clothes. Grey shirt, black jeans is what he saw. He sighed, but let it go. Stiles had been able to see colors ever since he was in 3rd grade… when he met Lydia. Lydia didn’t know her soulmate was Stiles at first, but she realized around 8th or 9th grade.

Scott had his colors as well, but no one speaks of why. They would’ve gone away after… it… but Scott was special. He had two soulmates, and the second one happened to be Kira.

That left Malia, Mason, and Liam. Malia didn’t especially care that she hadn’t met her soulmate yet, she had had been a coyote half her life. Mason just wanted to have fun, even if he couldn’t see colors. 

“So, ready for the game?” Scott asked, breaking the ice.

“Yeah, I guess,” Liam replied shortly.

“Just be careful, okay? Don’t kick anyone’s ass too hard.” Scott grinned.

Liam nodded, but thought to himself that he couldn’t keep that promise if he came close to Brett.

Brett was putting his lacrosse gear on when Liam noticed his vision blurred the slightest bit. He blinked rapidly and looked away from his rival.

'It’s probably just the bright lights or something…’ Liam convinced himself, squirting water in his mouth.

Liam froze. He just froze and stared as Brett was impaled by a Berserker. No no no no no! Why are they here?! He started running again, not quite sure where.

Suddenly, a body slammed into Liam. He hit the ground with a cringe worthy 'thud’, hard enough to knock the wind out of him for a moment.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Liam exclaimed after throwing his helmet off. That’s when he noticed Brett’s eyes. They were… they were beautiful. They were the bluest blue to ever blue. They were also the only blue, only color he had ever seen.

“Because you’re afraid. I can smell it on you from across the field,” came Brett’s reply before he softened his voice just the slightest bit. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Liam noticed Brett’s form being tinted in colors he was surprised he knew the names of.

“Are you still alive?”

“Then get up.” The boy towering over Liam snapped.

What Liam didn’t know was that Brett was experiencing these symptoms as well, and it was confusing him.

Before anything else could happen, the referee came over.

“Do you plan on doing that again?” he asked.

In reply, Brett just smirked as said “Only if I have to,” before jogging off.

Liam looked around at the ground in amazement. Then he looked at the bleachers, which were filled with colorful people. Colorful.

“He’s got it,” Liam heart Scott say to who he assumed was Stiles. “He found his soulmate.”

He was one of the last people in the locker room. Liam took a brisk shower, trying to accept the fact that he soulmate was the guy, the GUY, who hated him! Liam told himself he wouldn’t dwell over this too much, but how could he not? Not to mention he had known Brett for a while, and never got to see colors until now. Maybe everything will remain colorless until someone showed they cared or maybe their hate lessened. The 15 year old really had no idea, but he was still slightly freaked out by everything.

When Liam finished getting dressed and packing his lacrosse gear up, he just sat on the locker room bench and thought. Thought about tonight’s events, how pretty Brett’s eyes were, how different it was to see color, how Brett’s hair was a perfect color, what other people would think. What about Brett, anyway? What was he up to? What was he thinking?

Liam was snapped out of his thoughts by a voice.

“You okay?” the young werewolf looked up to meet Brett, in all his 6 foot 2 glory.

“We lost,” Liam replied softly.

“But you’re okay, right?”

Liam let a silent moment pass before he let out a sigh.

“I don’t know, are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m not the one who was terrified of God only knows,” Brett knew Liam wasn’t questioning that, but he wanted to avoid talking about… it.

Liam just stared at the tall boy before suddenly finding interest in his shoes. This made Brett change his mind, so he took action, starting with sitting next to Liam.

He leaned forward, elbows on knees, trying to get a look at Liam’s face.

“Look, I wasn’t expecting this, either. I’m probably experiencing the exact same thing you are. But we might as well accept this and go through it together, right? We started out disliking each other, always competing. I think we should change that, especially since some things have changed tonight. I understand if you want to go find someone else but… no harm in giving this-” he motioned between the shorter boy and him- “a shot.”

In return, Liam just started at Brett for a moment again, before nodding slowly. Brett’s heart rate sped up in nervousness as he blurted, “besides… I’ve always thought you were kind of cute. And smiled shyly. That caused Liam to blush an adorable shade of pink.

"So, I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Liam smiled, happy to get this over with, and happy to get it over alongside Brett Talbot.

Not too long later, Liam was caught walking around in an extremely too large green sweatshirt with “TALBOT” printed on the back.

I think that both Taylor and Nicki are in the wrong here. Nicki was understandably upset and made a good argument. A skinny white girl does have it easier in the industry (and in most places) than a curvy black women. And that isn’t okay. But that might not have been the reason why Nicki wasn’t nominated. It could have just been a case of there not being enough spots, and a newer video being chosen. Or maybe the people who decide nominations honestly just liked the other videos better. Nicki’s argument is 100% valid, but she could have made it in a better way, without almost directly calling out Taylor Swift (and other women in the industry) who also work hard to gain their recognition.
But, Taylor was also wrong to take a serious issue (the racist, unfair treatment toward black– and especially black curvy– women in the industry and life in general) and warp it into an extremely “white feminist” issue. It was also not Taylor’s place to get involved, when it’s not an issue that she faces every day, even tho it seems that the tweet was at her. However, as a privileged white women, who is also newer to the feminist movement, Taylor should be allowed to have room to grow and learn more about the inequality in the world, just like we all had to at one point– and don’t lie, if Taylor wasn’t famous, she would have much more slack in the time it takes to become knowledgable on an issue.
So both of them were wrong to some extent. While we shouldn’t be completely up Taylor’s ass just because we love her and are her fans, we should also give her time to learn like we would give any other woman.

anonymous asked:

hey! so I'm white and since joining tumblr I've really been trying to educate myself on race/feminism issues etc (and thanks to your blog I've learned a ton!). so I totally get racism towards black ppl, Mexican ppl, etc, and I get why you can't be racist to white ppl, but I don't get why you can be racist to Asian people? they aren't a minority are they? thank you in advance ❤️ and thank you for making this blog, it's definitely a fave of mine!

I’m so confused…? Of course racism against Asians is a thing. I mean, racism is different across the globe. Do you live in the United States? Do you know see how East Asians are made fun of? Told that they’re only intelligent because they’re Asian?

Do you not see how East Asian women are fetishized and treated like they’re walking porcelain dolls to pleasure white men?

Racism in the United States centers around whiteness. If you don’t have access to whiteness, you’re going to have a hard time.

P.S. Perhaps this was just your wording but please don’t say things like “I totally get racism towards black people, Mexican people, etc” because that comes off as you saying you understand everything when in fact you can’t because you don’t experience the racism first hand.

P.S.S. One of our mods is Filipinx and very much experiences racism due to it. 

To see more specifically about how Asians experience racism, please check out these blogs: here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.

Things I learned about Genghis Khan

I learned things today about Genghis Khan - yes, that guy - that I had no idea I didn’t know. CNN declared him the “Man of the Millennium” a few years back and I now understand why.

  • He invented a lot of things, including passports, the Pony Express, and the concept of diplomatic immunity.
  • He had two horsehair “spirit banners,” one black and one white, made from the hair of his best stallions. The black represented war and the white represented peace. These went with him everywhere and in Mongolia, legend has it that the black one still exists.
  • He set foot inside a building exactly once in his entire life. He lived in tents called gers, or yurts, and dressed like everyone else. He also insisted that his name not be spoken with any particular reverence.
  • Although he was definitely a bloodthirsty invader who rightly inspired fear in many nations, he never attacked anyone without giving advance notice.
  • He was a firm believer in the idea of a meritocracy - after removing those in power in a place he conquered, he would install new leaders of those areas based on their individual worth. Sometimes these new leaders would be chosen from among his fellow Mongols, but just as often he would select them from among the people he conquered.
  • Everyone living in his empire had the right of religious freedom; they could worship however they chose and were never penalized for it. 
  • He had a harem, of course, but that was normal for his culture at the time. His chief wife was a woman named Borte, to whom he became betrothed at the age of eight. He loved her devotedly - before they were married, she was kidnapped by one of his enemies, who raped and impregnated her. Khan fought to get her back, by which time she had birthed a son. He married her regardless and raised his stepson with great kindness. 
  • Because she was his first and most important wife, the four sons Borte bore him were the ones who inherited his empire. They also had daughters, all of whom became pretty important figures. Right up until Khan’s death, he would go to Borte for advice on all manner of things and considered her extremely wise; after his passing, she retained her high status in the empire and continued to advise her sons and other nobles.
  • Reportedly, he was afraid of two things: wild dogs and his mother’s temper.
  • He was buried with a treasure so vast as to be beyond counting; it took 2,000 soldiers to dig the burial site. When they returned after his tomb was sealed, they were all slaughtered in order to keep the location a secret. To this day it has never been found.