#American leaders

[athlast]

so much potential and so little representation for archaeologist butches. whats more butch than a vast knowledge of ages past and also carrying a big ass picaxe over your shoulder

[blackstarlineage]

Brother Khalid Abdul Muhammad (1948–2001) was a prominent African-American activist and orator known for his unapologetic views on race and social justice. He was a fiery speaker and a great figure in the fight against systemic racism and oppression.

Khalid Muhammad was born Harold Moore Jr. in Houston, Texas. He attended Dillard University in New Orleans, where he studied theology. Later, he furthered his studies at Pepperdine University in California. It was during his college years that he became involved with the Nation of Islam (NOI).

Khalid Muhammad rose to prominence within the Nation of Islam as a minister and a top aide to Louis Farrakhan. He became the National Spokesman for the NOI and was known for his powerful speeches advocating black empowerment, self-reliance, and resistance against white supremacy. However, his incendiary remarks, particularly in a 1993 speech at Kean College, led to his suspension from the Nation of Islam.

After leaving the NOI, Khalid Muhammad became active in the New Black Panther Party (NBPP), an organization that claims ideological lineage to the original Black Panther Party but with distinct differences such as being more pan african centred. He became the group's chairman in 1998, using his leadership to expand its platform of black empowerment and militant resistance to racial injustice.

The NBPP, under Khalid Muhammad's leadership, was known for its radical and militant stance. It advocated for black self-defense, reparations for slavery, and independence from systemic oppression. Critics, including members of the original Black Panther Party, accused the NBPP of distorting the original Panthers' legacy and focusing more on confrontational rhetoric.

Khalid Muhammad's speeches often emphasized black pride, self-determination, and unity. Khalid Muhammad supporters viewed him as a fearless advocate for the black community. His death in 2001 from a brain "aneurysm" marked the end of a contentious but impactful career in activism.

[biboomerangboi]

People will get upset about poetry being a dying art and then will ignore almost all modern music with complex rhythm and lyricism because of classism and racism.

Like to say poetry isn’t dead they’ll have to admit that the best modern American poets are black people speaking in perfect iambic pentameter and critiquing the government.

Like don’t let your school lie to you poetry is supposed to be a spoken art form.

Some of the most famous poems have instrumental pieces to accompany them but they will literally go out of the way to not study songwriting as poetry.

Because if they do discuss someone like Hozier with W. B. Yeats they would then have to discuss Kendrick Lamar and Robert Frost and that would let you all know that those guys have more in common than they want you to realise and erase the myth that intellectualism is something only for the privileged. 

[dollmeurt]

[political-us]

[saintlucretia]

Kai Anderson be like "I know a spot" and then suddenly you are in a cult

[bubbas-place]

Young men like these are our future! Our future leaders and the future pillars of American society who'll continue to build what our forefathers have created and more! MAGA Youth & Brotherhood!

[misspeppermint2003]

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[lovelywayniac]

LOVELY YUME BUDDIES!!!

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[concrete-the-cat]

You know, I've come to the realization that a lot of these MAGA guys are actually just literal socialists and would-be union workers who've been conned into believing Trump is the one looking out for the little guy when he's not. I've been watching a lot of YouTube videos where a fair few people go to Trump rallies and pitch leftist ideas in a Trump-esque way, and they eat it up.

I think a good few genuinely believe in the left's side of things and in technicality are socialist but grew up with the education of 'socialist = bad' and because 'they're not bad' they can't be socialist so what else is left but to I guess... not be on the side of the ones people say are socialist since 'socialist = bad'. Don't know if that makes sense but I hope it does.

I mean, think about it for a second: who are the guys buying into the 'conspiracy' that the rich run the world (globalist agenda) and are actively against that? That's literally just 'eat the rich' from a rightist perspective and they don't realize they're fighting for the same thing. Who are the guys yelling about 'big pharma' withholding secret cures for this or whatever for the sake of money? They're two steps to wanting free healthcare and another two from just outright hating the capitalist system. The only issue is how deep the cultist mindset of Trump has been burned into their heads to the point you can't get it through to them without them feverishly denying all this.

It's a sad reality, actually, because this is the same working man spirit that got FDR and Teddy Roosevelt into office. But like Reagan, it's been corrupted and twisted so that people believe the guy fighting for the rich is fighting for them. It's a political zombie invasion- people who would be your friends but a few years ago infected and corrupted into attacking you.

And yes; there are a large amount in his base - probably a majority -that are just racist sexist assholes. I'm not saying all the MAGA guys are secretly your zombified friends. But there are some people who are simply victims of the flawed American education system that both Democrats and Republicans hate (in their own way, of course).

just a few thoughts i've been having while trying to see things more clearly.

[fyblackwomenart]

"Roxy" by Micell A. on INPRNT

[ball33rina]

THIS TYPE OF LOVE ISN'T RATIONAL.

─── kai anderson x f! reader. smut.

warnings: mention of p in v, fingering and curses.

Minors, do not interact or read this, I am not responsible for what you read either.

The only thing separating you was the strong glass in front of you and Kai, who held the phone to his ear and his cold gaze was fixed on you. You knew he was manipulating you and somehow there you were, talking to a man you met thanks to him dialing the wrong phone line when he wanted to call Ally Mayfair and ended up calling you. He took it as an opportunity, if he manipulated the right people outside and the right people inside the prison he would be free before the elections start.

"You look hotter than the pictures you send me." he told you, a slight smirk painted on his perfect face that posed with some dark circles under his eyes. His voice was subtle and husky in your ear through that phone that was the only savior of their conversation.

"Thank you" you whispered looking down while also holding the phone to your ear.

"Hey look at me" he insisted making you raise your face looking at him. "When I get out of this dump...I'll make sure to give you the best fucking of your life." He nodded, as if that was all you were there for. Sex. Though most of it was.

"Kai, let's make sure you get out of here first" you whispered into the phone, he let out a laugh lowering the phone a little and then returning it to his ear.

"Don't say anything," he said into the phone, looking at you through the glass and mouthing the words, "I'll be out before you know it."

You felt your skin crawl and looked up at the guards who seemed completely unaware of what was happening.

"I have a guard on my side. She's in my cult too." He said, the simple fact that a "she" was near him made you feel jealous, let's see, it's kai, We know that Kai fucks anything that walks. Noticing your face he let out a low laugh and reached out his hand, resting it on the glass. "Don't worry babe. No one can match those boobs you have."

And you rolled your eyes again, clenching your teeth, damn... is everything sexual?

"Kai just stop it okay? You're making me feel uncomfortable with...literally two 60 year old ladies next to me." you said annoyed, yes, two women sitting on either side of you talking to their children.

"fuck 'em" He frowned into a grimace looking at the ladies whose sons turned to look at Kai.

"i said, stop it" You said firmly, he looked back at you and bit his lip, bringing his face closer to the glass with his ear resting on the phone.

"I love feisty girls" he purred and you were about to hang up the phone but he immediately interrupted you. "Okay, okay... I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean to make our romance so public."

He said making you roll your eyes, he just smiled looking at you, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.

"Tell me, what will you do the first time you see me there...with you" He said, tilting his head, and he was so sexy doing whatever he was.

"Scream in horror and call the police of course—" you said and his laughter interrupted you.

"As if you haven't done your research on Mr. Kai Anderson, the Michigan cult leader, who of course is a city councilman." He chuckled teasing you. "You'll do everything except scream in horror and call the police."

"As if you really knew me." You said bitterly even though you knew he knew perfectly well about you, he had people everywhere. "You're not a councilman anymore...get a grip."

"No, you only told me everything about yourself the twenty times we called each other," he said, raising an eyebrow. "And you offend me y/n, don't you know that a councilor doesn't stop being a councilor even if he dies? Sometimes I doubt your intelligence, princess. But it's okay, I can deal with that."

You rolled your eyes just to make him laugh again.

"now, now. Don't you roll your eyes at your boyfriend" He waved his pointing finger in your direction. "We're running out of time, So, be alert to calls, any strange number that calls your house...you answer. When you hear my voice you will listen carefully to where I will wait for you to pick me up in your grandmother's car. I will be dressed as a guard."

He whisper on the phone looking around hoping no one would hear him. And of course, ordering you to do things like... the crime of taking your grandmother's car without asking to borrow it.

"She'll be mad if she finds out I took it without asking to borrow it," you said worriedly, obviously caring a lot about your family in a situation like this.

"Honestly y/n, I don't give a shit about your dying grandmother. Do as I say, and you will be well rewarded." He said firmly and hung up the phone, getting up from his seat and looking at you one last time through that glass before being taken back to his cell. You couldn't help but stare at how good his ass looked in that prison uniform.

You were waiting parked in an alley that was a few blocks away from the maximum security prison, nervously waiting for Kai while you checked the time on your phone's clock, the car radio playing a cringe song.

It was that, your nerves and your lost vision were interrupted when someone knocked on your car door waiting for you to open it, when you looked up there was Kai dressed as a guard, and god he looked so damn hot like that. You quickly unlocked the car and he got into the passenger seat.

"Drive" he said giving you the order while he adjusted himself in the seat, you just looked at him, it was the first time you saw him... that wasn't through a glass. When he noticed that you weren't moving he looked at you. "I said fucking drive do i have to spell it out for you or what?"

"sorry—" You said, swallowing hard, and began to drive your grandmother's car, doing the most normal thing so that no one would notice that you had a criminal by your side.

Your morale started to hit you as you drove down the road, Kai constantly checking the rearview mirrors as your hands trembled and grasped the steering wheel.

A few minutes later Kai sighed and rested his hand on your thigh. "Good job."

You glanced at him and continued driving. "Then I'll take you home...with me."

He looked at you and let out a mocking laugh. "There's no way I'm letting your old grandmother hear us having sex."

You groaned and sighed, looking ahead, your fingers tightening on the steering wheel.

"drop the whole fucking "old" or "dying grandmother! I remind you that you are sitting on HER CAR." You yelled at him and that alone was enough to turn him on, he laughed looking at you and raised the hand that was resting on your thigh to your cheek, poking it with his finger.

You shook your head away from him, this bastard. If he wasn't so hot and you didn't have a mental hospital complex you'd dump him in the middle of the road.

It was around 2 pm when you and Kai arrived at your grandmother's house, the old lady didn't notice when you smuggled him into the house, and now both of you had locked yourselves in your room.

He looked around with a raised eyebrow and threw the guard cap he wore to the ground revealing his...attractive buzzcut that he told you before used to have long, electric blue dyed hair.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from a room in your name." He said, pointing at the One Direction posters around him.

"Leave that alone, they've been there for years," you said, overwhelmed and worried that your grandmother would come in. At which, Kai came after you, hugging you from behind, his long, veiny hands touching your stomach.

"Shhh, she's not going to notice. Plus, she seems to have a hearing problem," he whispered in your ear in a low, husky voice, making your stomach fill with butterflies and your panties feel wet. The tip of his nose began to slide over your ear down to your neck, inhaling your scent as you closed your eyes and lowered your hands over his.

His lips began to plant soft kisses on your neck, slowly opening his mouth to mark you with his hickeys...and his hips, beginning to grind against your ass through the pants you both wore.

"fuck, you made me so hard." he whispered, moving his hands down to your pants as he slowly ground the bulge in his pants into your ass, his hands agilely unbuttoning your pants. "I told you I would reward you for being a good girl." he whispered teasing you.

His fingers slowly opened the button of your pants and slowly lowered the zipper, his left hand entering your pants and then sliding under your panties, feeling how you were getting wet from the way he touched you.

"I know you were touching yourself thinking of me," he smiled, as if he had actually been watching you before. Yes, you had done it so many times that you lost count.

His middle finger began to slide up and down your pussy slit, collecting your wetness as he continued to grind behind you. His lips moving back up to your ear to bite your lobe.

"What about you?" you whispered back, wishing he had at least touched himself with you in mind. Just then, his finger collecting your wetness pressed against the tiny nub of nerves on your clit, making you gasp and push your hips back bumping against his pelvis in those pants..

"So many times. I slid my hand up and down my length with the same hand I'm using to touch you," he whispered to you, his voice ragged as his finger moved nimbly in circles over your clit making you gasp. "And then I came so much that I moaned your name...imagining you riding me in many positions."

You swallowed hard as the very finger that was playing with your clit slid down pushing itself inside your entrance, soon joined by another finger to begin moving his fingers inside of you followed by a sound of skin rubbing together.

You started to moan quietly, afraid that your grandmother would hear you. Kai slid his free hand, which he wasn't using, inside your shirt to feel your breasts, the ones he talked to you about so much, the ones he even masturbated thinking about.

He rested his forehead on your shoulder as you threw your head back, his fingers pushing back and forth inside you making you open your mouth and release small moans, as he hit that good spot, his hand that was resting on your breasts, began to squeeze them hard as if they were going to run away from him, feeling your erect nipple between his fingers.

"My cock is going to explode if I don't fuck you" he whispered with a slight husky laugh, and quickly pushed you onto your bed. Realizing what you were going to do... you were about to have sex with a criminal who escaped from prison to get revenge on a woman but now you had him in front of you, unbuttoning his pants so he could fuck you.

You, while he was undressing, took the opportunity to finish taking off your pants and your underwear, revealing your body, in his eyes you were perfect. He didn't even make sure to take off all his clothes, just his shirt revealing his well-formed chest and back...his perfect abdomen and V zone.

Moving closer to you and pushing your legs open as he pulled his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxers, which sprang free from its confiness the tip leaking precum. You swallowed hard as you noticed the incredible size he had between his legs, not exactly the biggest but not the smallest either... in fact, a good size... just enough to make you drip.

Spitting on his fingers to rub them over your pussy making sure you were completely soaked while his other hand worked on stroking himself sliding the precum into the base of it, bucking his hips forward to rub the tip of his cock up and down your pussy slit making you gasp, wanting to just impale yourself on his erection.

"fuck..." he whispered, and simply pushed himself inside you, having a little difficulty. But once inside you he adjusted both forearms to the sides of your head and began to move, kissing your neck. "So tight" he whispered as he moved, both of you panting and releasing breaths at the same time, your hands squeezing his back as his movements began to get a little hard.

The bed cracking with each hard thrust he gave, his lips moving down to your exposed erect nipples and sucking on each one, his pelvis slamming hard against your pussy as his balls slammed into your ass. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

You closed your eyes tightly, starting to moan louder and as if he was aware, he brought his hand to your mouth to silence you by squeezing it there tightly. "Shut up, we don't want to draw the old lady's attention."

You began to moan more and more, your sounds muffled by his hand as the bed cracked more and the headboard slammed against the wall, if he tried to be quiet, no shit you could still hear the bed.

But you both were about to cum and he just made sure you did, he slid his free hand between your legs again and started rubbing your clit rapidly while you tried to close your legs but the pressure of his thrusts didn't let you. So you responded by moaning loudly and scratching his back, arching your back.

Soon, he began to cum, painting your insides white as your hips shook, taking him all in...slowly cumming as well, milking his cock.

He pulled his hand away from your mouth as you gasped for air, your face red as he took the opportunity to lightly bite your nipple.

"I could fuck you again and again," he assured, looking up and staring into your eyes.

"Make sure you do it after you claim that position tomorrow." You whispered about what he would do to stop Ally from winning the election.

"Calm down princess. That position has always been mine" he brought his face closer to yours biting your lower lip lightly. "and you are my first lady."

[aurantiumred]

jason has no reason to celebrate christmas man

tf you mean a pagan man raised in a roman military camp celebrates christian holidays? no! fuck you! im writing him celebrating the winter solstice and saturnalia! he's requesting a day off of school so he can properly celebrate the spring equinox! and lupercalia at camp jupiter!

the idea that he would curse to a christian god, or celebrate holidays of a religion he does not participate in and celebrations he likely hasn't participated in since two (if that) deeply confuses me. an isolated roman camp with a heavily mixed religious background + canon pagan festivals/feasts/holidays has no reason to be restricted by federal holidays.

if anyone wants to add to this with other roman festivals/holidays feel free. my mom and i celebrate gaelic pagan holidays more than roman ones, so im not the most experienced with them.

[visenyaism]

The committee to restore stannis to the throne (made up solely of davos and melisandre) caught hiding dragonglass candles in the war room at the lannister camp at the inn at the crossroads in an attempt to listen in on their conversations after forgetting to remove the extremely heavy mediaeval doorstop they were using to keep the door unlocked

This is the real history that the maesters don’t want you learning about in school☝️

[alwaysbewoke]

[lainalit]

IC Stans: Feyre did warn tamlin that she would destroy his home

Me: you mean his mansion which honestly I definitely agree with it's very fugly with the black & white checkered flooring and all the old ass furniture that's in it

IC Stans: no I mean the innocent spring citiziens

Me: