copperbadge:

hyde-from-jekyll:

artfulkindoforder:

purpleolifant:

Pictured above is the Higdon family. This photograph was taken in the year 1898 in Britain. That is all we know about them.

Who were the Black Victorians? Mainstream history has virtually erased them from our minds and history books. We have been filled with images of slavery in America and across the world, but why is it that this chapter in black history was skipped? Why isn’t it equally common knowledge that in the midst of all of that darkness there was light, also.

Never before seen photos were uncovered, giving us over 200 images of glances into our past. Many of the photos did not include names or any details whatsoever, cloaking these people in mystery for all of time.

At one point in history, people of color were included in high society and walked the cobbled streets of Britain. The women wore intricate, voluminous gowns and wore their hair in curls and chignons. The men in suits and fair business. This may not have been the case for all black people in Britain, but for some it was. 

The Victorian Era was ruled under Queen Victoria, an era that is described as an opulent culture, although there were underlying bouts of poverty and child labor. History would like you to believe that black people didn’t arrive in Britain until 1948 during “The Empire Windrush”, when many Jamaican descendants entered the country, but that is not so. There has been proof to suggest otherwise. There is documentation that proves that it wasn’t uncommon to see black faces at a Shakespeare show. We’ve been there all along, humming softly in the background.

These images prove that you can’t take mainstream history at face value. Take the time to look behind the curtain and uncover OUR history. It’s as if our ancestors are just waiting for us to seek them out.

Who were the Black Victorians?

To see more of these images check out this video reel. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08mwrYUzPqI

Happy Black History Month.

Omg that woman in the 2nd picture is the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen

^^ditto

I love the photo of the kids, like, the one all professional and drawing attention to the camera, the other posing like a badass.

xekstrin:

I mean when you stop and really think about it, it makes sense

Raine’s the closest thing that town has to a doctor so everyone respects her, and she raised Genis on her own so she had to grow up a bit faster than other people,

but also,

Raine Sage: yolos off to accompany the Chosen One on a quest across the world covered by monsters and bandits, armed with one (1) boinky staff and the unmitigated power of her own fists
Raine Sage:  cooks so bad that her 13 year old brother has been cooking for both of them for years now
Raine Sage: Duct taped a unicorn horn to her staff so she could learn how to raise the dead
Raine Sage: Blew up the human ranch with a smile

Lloyd: Why?!

Raine: Because fuck ‘em, that’s why

lexi-cakes:

undastra:

hashtagdion:

My emotions are valid*

*valid does not mean healthy, or good, or to be privileged above common sense and kindness

A distinction for anyone who is young and hasn’t figured this out yet:

You are allowed to have whatever emotions you want. No one can control your emotions. Emotions are healthy responses to things.

You are not allowed to have behaviors that are harmful just because you have certain emotions. Your behaviors are what you can control, and they are far easier to control than your emotions.

You can be jealous about someone or their talents until you turn green, but it is harmful to yourself and to that person if you try to sabotage them because of it. You can be so angry you can literally feel your temperature rise, but this does not give you permission to rage at others.

Your emotions are valid. They are always valid. You are a person of value. However, you behaviors are not always justified just because of those emotions. You may not be able to control you emotions, but you can certainly control your behaviors.

“You may not be able to control your emotions, but you can certainly control your behaviors.”

pentag0nal:

pentag0nal:

I blame you.

When someone shot up a school full of kids, and we wanted to take steps to take guns out of circulation, you wouldn’t let us.  You said your sacred right to bear arms was more important than the lives of schoolchildren, and you said it right to the faces of those kids’ parents.

When someone shot up a theater full of moviegoers, and we wanted to take steps to take guns out of circulation. you wouldn’t let us.  You said that the only thing that could have stopped the shooter was a Good Guy With a Gun.  You said it excitedly, as though you wished you were there.  The theater was full of panic and terror and smoke, but you’re sure that you would have taken out the threat with steady hands and no stray bullets.

And when it happened again at a church, you told the same story.  You suggested that church was a reasonable place to start openly carrying guns, just in case.

When someone shot up a mall full of shoppers, and the police responded, innocent bystanders got caught in the crossfire and were accidentally shot by police.  When we pointed out that more guns meant more stray bullets, and we tried to take those guns out of circulation, you wouldn’t let us.  The police never would have fired if the shooter wasn’t there in the first place, you said, so all of the people shot by police were added to the shooter’s murder charges.  The books are kept clean that way, but the lives of the victims’ families won’t be.

Now someone shot up a gay club, during Pride.  We were unable to keep an assault rifle out of his hands (even though he was on the terror watch list!) because to you that sounded too close to keeping one out of your hands, so you stopped us.  You stopped us because only a Good Guy with a Gun could stop a shooter.  But here we are, and after all your macho posturing about stopping shooters, you did nothing.  Instead, you said horrible things.  When you learned Pulse was a gay club, you said he was doing God’s work.  And when you learned he was Muslim, you blamed all Muslims.  

And so I blame you, Good Guy with a Gun.  I blame you for all of it.  America is a war zone, and it is your fault.  We can’t keep guns away from terror suspects.  We can’t keep them away from the dangerously mentally ill.  We can’t keep them away from violent felons.  We can’t keep them away from kids.  We can’t keep them out of schools or churches.  You shriek yourself hoarse about making sure law-abiding citizens can protect themselves, and you do it so loudly that no one can hear us say that every shooter starts off as a law-abiding citizen.

Your talking points and your macho posturing no longer carry any weight.  I blame you.

Looks like this one is going around again.  I wrote it a year and a half ago, right after the Pulse nightclub shooting, but it doesn’t seem any less relevant.

bunney:

JORPION

mixedgirlrants:

““Mother,” I slowly repeated in Korean. “I am not a boy. I am a girl. I am transgender.” My face reddened, and tears blurred my vision. I braced myself for her rejection and the end to a relationship that had only begun. Silence again filled the room. I searched my mother’s eyes for any signs of shock, disgust or sadness. But a serene expression lined her face as she sat with ease on the couch. I started to worry that my words had been lost in translation. Then my mother began to speak. “Mommy knew,” she said calmly through my friend, who looked just as dumbfounded as I was by her response. “I was waiting for you to tell me.” “What? How?” “Birth dream,” my mother replied. In Korea some pregnant women still believe that dreams offer a hint about the gender of their unborn child. “I had dreams for each of your siblings, but I had no dream for you. Your gender was always a mystery to me.” I wanted to reply but didn’t know where to begin. My mother instead continued to speak for both of us. “Hyun-gi,” she said, stroking my head. “You are beautiful and precious. I thought I gave birth to a son, but it is OK. I have a daughter instead.””

— Andy Marra, The Beautiful Daughter: How My Korean Mother Gave Me the Courage to Transition (via a-witches-brew)

just-shower-thoughts:

So much of adulthood is coming to terms with the fact that 8am IS sleeping in