((Night night))


Brawler Tournament
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welp
and if any of you white people respond with “wait but I didn’t do that. that was in the past”
i need you to check your privilege
and then drink bleach if you think your hands aren’t dirty
They’re not.
Guilt doesn’t transfer from generation to generation. I am not magically accountable for something my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather MIGHT have done. Also;
>social justice blogger
>telling people to kill themselvesI love that there’s a blog called “this is white culture” that is solely devoted to bad things white people did, not their cultures at all. So I guess I can make a blog called “this is black culture” and post gang and crime records and that’s 100% okay. Or “this is Muslim culture” and make it all about terrorism.
But wait, you cry. Not all black people are criminals and not all Muslims are terrorists. That’s unfair! And racist!
WELL GOLLY GEE DO YOU THINK SO? Because saying that all white people are responsible for the Atlantic slave trade sounds pretty racist to me, given that, you know, that was between the African slaveholders and the British and Americans and had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with my ancestors, who were incredibly poor farmers and serfs from Ireland and Lithuania who had to flee to America at around the turn of the century (by which time slavery had already been abolished in the US) because they were being treated like slaves. Even if they had been living in America at the time when slavery was legal they wouldn’t have been able to afford a slave; in fact they probably would have been working with them in the fields and treated about the same, since the first slaves in America were actually white serfs. But please, tell me more about how dirty my hands are because of circumstances surrounding my birth that I could not control and continue to treat me differently based on the color of my skin without actually knowing anything about my heritage, I’m sure that isn’t racist at all!
I think I’ve found my hero.
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my family, on either side did not own slaves they fucking helped them.

((And here’s a picture of my kitty as a peace offering. He likes to sleep on things.

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Decided to do some inking tests with my brush pen„ might color this later„ hope you like alsoomse!!!
“You have ceased your mourning long ago!” Alsoomse snapped. “That time is long past, now. You are not alone; you are with me!” She continued to hold her friend down, refusing to release her until the nightmares ceased and she returned to the present as she had briefly not too long ago. “By the Creator, stop moving, dammit!”
At that command, Anna ceased her fighting and struggling. It was as if the curse had been lifted and the wight of it all was lifted off her shoulder. Anna was panting as if she had been running a marathon and she collapsed out of pure exhaustion. “Alsoomse, you can let me go now. It is over.”
Alsoomse carefully relaxed and removed her grip from Mugwayan’s arms. She breathed in relief, glad to see her friend no longer in such emotional agony—not for now, anyway. “Are you all right? Are you hurting anywhere?”
((Aaaand I’m off to see my doctor.
Again.))
((OH HELLO THERE))
(Source: megan-hansenn)
((WHAT. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. WHAT SORCERY IS THIS. SCREECH.))
((Like if I owe!))

Alsoomse grabbed Mugwayan’s hand and gripped it tightly, rolling her friend on her belly and pinning her arms behind her back. “You better not!” she shouted forcefully. She couldn’t recall a time before where she had to force a friend down in a manner like this. She couldn’t allow the Shoshone woman from hurting anyone or herself.
Anna thrashed under her friend’s tight grip, screaming and yelling her Shoshone language. Finally, Anna yelled in English: “You do not understand! I have lost EVERYTHING! My family is dead, I am defected from my people and have no home to claim! I am in MOURNING! I need to cut my hair!!” Anna felt her face start to cake with dirt and her tears left trails on her cheeks. She kept saying over and over, “I’m alone, I’m all alone…”
“You have ceased your mourning long ago!” Alsoomse snapped. “That time is long past, now. You are not alone; you are with me!” She continued to hold her friend down, refusing to release her until the nightmares ceased and she returned to the present as she had briefly not too long ago. “By the Creator, stop moving, dammit!”