The Magic Key

Might be senseless entertainment...might be something worth your time. You decide.
newmodelminority:

navigatethestream:

socialwerq:

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thedarkamethyst:

aintshit:

Solange & Erykah Badu

No way this much beautiful should be allowed in one photo.
Talk about unfair.

if it were possible i would totally ship this

I bet their sex would be off the chain. I’d record it.

if you could consensually record it, i’d probably break a dvd player watching it over and over again

“if you could consensually record it, i’d probably break a dvd player watching it over and over again”
reason number 28 why b/lack girl tumblr is, ostensibly, unlike anything else on the Internet.

newmodelminority:

navigatethestream:

socialwerq:

navigatethestream:

thedarkamethyst:

aintshit:

Solange & Erykah Badu

No way this much beautiful should be allowed in one photo.

Talk about unfair.

if it were possible i would totally ship this

I bet their sex would be off the chain. I’d record it.

if you could consensually record it, i’d probably break a dvd player watching it over and over again

“if you could consensually record it, i’d probably break a dvd player watching it over and over again”

reason number 28 why b/lack girl tumblr is, ostensibly, unlike anything else on the Internet.

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notime4yourshit:

I will not act in another Hollywood picture until the prejudice is removed against colored actors in dramatic roles. Personally, I will not accept any maid parts. I am not a maid and will not [act] like one. - Nina Mae McKinney

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Can somebody explain to me why some Black people think there's something wrong with being Anti a whole system that is set up for you and your people to fail?

DAYUMMNNN

DAYUMMNNN

24 going on 25 and my eyes don’t look a day over 8 years old. 

24 going on 25 and my eyes don’t look a day over 8 years old. 

dumbthingswhitepplsay:

withrevolutionarycries:

“She did say ‘thespian’, right?”
“Yeah, thespian. Why? What did you think she said?”

this was probably my fav thing about the later seasons all the play on whether or not xena and gabrielle were lovers. i figure that the networks wouldn’t let them be explicit so they did all of this.

i can’t imagine a reboot being done well but *my* headcannon is queer as fuck.

OH GOD YES

THE THICKNESS OF THE JOKES WERE

JUST

AMAZING

did you see the one where the news reporter asked them outright and then right before Xena could answer it just haaappened to cut off?

You realize so many of these tricks in old TV shows *_*

(Source: followifyoulead)


morefoolsthanwise:

http://noire3000studios.wordpress.com/2012/05/21/naked-black-justice/
“Hate is like you drinking poison and expecting me to die.”
“Yes, I know who my father is.”
“I am not a thug.”
“Prejudice is injustice.”
“I am a college grad.”
“Black love does exist.”
“I am not a nigger.”
“I will not let hate get me on my bad side.”
“I am not suspicious.”
“Racism is mental illness.”
“Let your haters be your motivators.”
“I am not a drop-out.”
“Disrespected but never destroyed.”
“My child is not a target.”
“I am not a lazy person.”
“<3 is stronger.”
“I say it loud: I am black and proud.”
“I am beautiful” “I am an American too.”
“America was built on our backs.”
“I am the future.”

morefoolsthanwise:

http://noire3000studios.wordpress.com/2012/05/21/naked-black-justice/

“Hate is like you drinking poison and expecting me to die.”

“Yes, I know who my father is.”

“I am not a thug.”

“Prejudice is injustice.”

“I am a college grad.”

“Black love does exist.”

“I am not a nigger.”

“I will not let hate get me on my bad side.”

“I am not suspicious.”

“Racism is mental illness.”

“Let your haters be your motivators.”

“I am not a drop-out.”

“Disrespected but never destroyed.”

“My child is not a target.”

“I am not a lazy person.”

“<3 is stronger.”

“I say it loud: I am black and proud.”

“I am beautiful” “I am an American too.”

“America was built on our backs.”

“I am the future.”

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marshmallowmegamama:

awomansplaceisinthestruggle:

Nicaraguan guerrinna sister breast feeding her baby during the Contra War. Orlando Valenzuela’s photography captures the femininity of revolutionary Sandinista women so beautifully.
“I have learned that a woman can be a fighter, a freedom fighter, a political activist, and that she can fall in love and be loved. She can be married, have children, be a mother. Revolution must mean life also; every aspect of life.” Leila Khaled

i mean—i love this picture. i really do. it calls to mind the other picture of a woman breast feeding her baby talking to hugo chavez. but…i’ve seen it reblogged so so so many times these past few days—and some poeple have a legitimate right to, as they are latina and this is their history or they’re women of color and i trust that they reblog this critically or aware of context— and other people …i don’t know. this picture coupled with the other pictures of women (mostly women from the global south or carribean islands that i’ve seen) in soldadera gear with guns and in formations…
i’ve been thinking a lot about this poem and wondering in what world we think that being a mami during war time is beautiful or inspiring.&#160;:
By Jo Carrillo
Our white sisters radical friends love to own pictures of us sitting at a factory machine wielding a machete in our bright bandanas holding brown yellow black red children reading books from literacy campaigns holding machine guns bayonets bombs knives Our white sisters radical friends should think again.
Our white sisters radical friends love to own pictures of us walking to the fields in the hot sun with straw hat on head if brown bandana if black in bright embroidered shirts holding brown yellow black red children reading books from literacy campaigns smiling. Our white sisters should think again. No one smiles at the beginning of a day spent digging for souvenir chunks of uranium of cleaning up after our white sisters radical friends.
And when our white sisters radical friends see us in the flesh not as a picture they own, they are not quite sure if they like us as much. We’re not as happy as we look on their wall.
“And When You Leave, Take Your Pictures With You,” published in This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, 2nd ed., 1983

marshmallowmegamama:

awomansplaceisinthestruggle:

Nicaraguan guerrinna sister breast feeding her baby during the Contra War. Orlando Valenzuela’s photography captures the femininity of revolutionary Sandinista women so beautifully.

“I have learned that a woman can be a fighter, a freedom fighter, a political activist, and that she can fall in love and be loved. She can be married, have children, be a mother. Revolution must mean life also; every aspect of life.” Leila Khaled

i mean—i love this picture. i really do. it calls to mind the other picture of a woman breast feeding her baby talking to hugo chavez. but…i’ve seen it reblogged so so so many times these past few days—and some poeple have a legitimate right to, as they are latina and this is their history or they’re women of color and i trust that they reblog this critically or aware of context— and other people …i don’t know. this picture coupled with the other pictures of women (mostly women from the global south or carribean islands that i’ve seen) in soldadera gear with guns and in formations…

i’ve been thinking a lot about this poem and wondering in what world we think that being a mami during war time is beautiful or inspiring. :

By Jo Carrillo

Our white sisters
radical friends
love to own pictures of us
sitting at a factory machine
wielding a machete
in our bright bandanas
holding brown yellow black red children
reading books from literacy campaigns
holding machine guns bayonets bombs knives
Our white sisters
radical friends
should think
again.

Our white sisters
radical friends
love to own pictures of us
walking to the fields in the hot sun
with straw hat on head if brown
bandana if black
in bright embroidered shirts
holding brown yellow black red children
reading books from literacy campaigns
smiling.
Our white sisters
should think again.
No one smiles
at the beginning of a day spent
digging for souvenir chunks of uranium
of cleaning up after
our white sisters
radical friends.

And when our white sisters
radical friends see us
in the flesh
not as a picture they own,
they are not quite sure
if
they like us as much.
We’re not as happy as we look
on
their
wall.

“And When You Leave, Take Your Pictures With You,” published in This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, 2nd ed., 1983

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