1. bloozchicken:

    should I be watching Korra?

    Only starting from the third season. Maybe watch “Beginnings” too.

    Reblogged from: ahsantearistophoria
  2. apollygon:

    poc were carving out the foundations for rock music before the beatles even met each other. so please stop telling me that four slices of wonder bread from liverpool who stopped bathing in the late 1960s “invented” modern music

    Reblogged from: wontbetelevised
  3. imbobswaget:

    things ppl say that alerts you to them being the actual worst:

    • john was my favourite beatle 
    • abolishing religion would solve a lot of problems 
    • i’m not a racist i hate all races equally 
    • disliking someone because of their political affiliation is ridiculous 
    • but if you think about it stereotypes do exist for a reason 
    • god, can you believe people on welfare own iphones
    • but what about mens rights
    • why can’t white people say the n-word
    • i’m just being the devils advocate
    Reblogged from: publius-virgilia-maro
  4. nateswinehart:

    Being good to each other is so important, guys.

  5. og-wan-kenobi:

    When the bootymeat clappin in her sundress

    Reblogged from: afrometaphysics
  6. nickdrake:

    The Fall (2006).

    Reblogged from: redphilistine
  7. ahsantearistophoria:

nubice:

bnr91designs:

2opinionatedblackgirls:

taint3ed:

jamaicanamazon:

Lmaoo

LMAO I’M SO DONE

Lmao!!

😂😂😂

lol XD

Worth it!

^^^^^^^^^^^^^

    ahsantearistophoria:

    nubice:

    bnr91designs:

    2opinionatedblackgirls:

    taint3ed:

    jamaicanamazon:

    Lmaoo

    LMAO I’M SO DONE

    Lmao!!

    😂😂😂

    lol XD

    Worth it!

    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^

    Reblogged from: ahsantearistophoria
  8. inanorderlyfashion:

blackqueerbravado:

mewtwoofficial:

yappanese:

I love this

lil fairy queen’s wings got tired so she took the subway

hope this child knew yall took they pic tho
hope they parents let it be posted tho

Fear not blackqueerbravado. The child in this picture is my niece. She knew I was taking her picture and her mother, my sister, let me post it. The person you reblogged it from or the person they reblogged it from removed the caption I originally put on it, which was:
The Queen as a Fairy Princess, Halloween NYC 2013
photographed by ©Channon Simmons

    inanorderlyfashion:

    blackqueerbravado:

    mewtwoofficial:

    yappanese:

    I love this

    lil fairy queen’s wings got tired so she took the subway

    hope this child knew yall took they pic tho

    hope they parents let it be posted tho

    Fear not blackqueerbravado. The child in this picture is my niece. She knew I was taking her picture and her mother, my sister, let me post it. The person you reblogged it from or the person they reblogged it from removed the caption I originally put on it, which was:

    The Queen as a Fairy Princess, Halloween NYC 2013

    photographed by ©Channon Simmons

    Reblogged from: whitegirlsaintshit
  9. kaleigh-marie:

    iluvatardis:

    polyamorousmisanthrope:

    valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

    gotterdammerungs:

                                 (x)

    And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

    Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

    That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 

    This gave me chills like twice

    Reblogged from: paigeyylushh
  10. melongorl:

    the worst thing on this site is when black ppl type in aave and whites reblog it and add “what does this even say” or “is this even english” or any kind of response with the word ignorant in it like did you know you’re a racist bitch ?

    Reblogged from: marvelous-merbutler
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