#afro drill

[kariwoknotsheep]

MA GOON 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Spoiler official x Degwan x Ghost Austino

[fivepercentgodsandearths]

[daveiwonder]

Watch "Burnaboy x Tiakola x kikimoteleba | Afro Guitar Drill Type Beat "Lovés" (Prod. Dave Kizzle) 2022" on YouTube

[corvidist]

Plentiful Copper Today and Long Tomorrow is a mining hub based around the old Human city of Madrid. The site, operated by a fleet of unitary airships traveling routes along western Afro-Eurasia, is renowned for its mineral output, but more well known as a result of the immense controversy generated by its harm to nearby communities, environmental damage, and the destruction of archeological sites. A similar story has played out across much of First Home, though especially in less inhabited regions, forming a rare point of sometimes violent confrontation between clusters of terrestrial communities, airships, nomadic groups, beacons, and more.

Here, an older mining craft completes the startup process. The connecting sites are secured, the surrounding area is vacated, and an airship-mounted drill bomb is fired into a small, pre-drilled mineshaft. The subsequent explosion carves out a larger space within which mineral extraction can occur.

The process is quite dangerous. Even if the airship is designed to handle it, the recoil, not to mention the risk presented by firing high explosives at a small target so close to the ground, makes this among the most dangerous occupations to join. Throw in the high rate of community collapse and even inter-community conflict that occurs within and between these craft, and you have a form of mining in a state of decline turned plunge by the development of direct bioengineering. Soon, the growing practice of off-planet mining will be the death knell for much of the remaining industry on First Home.

[comradekarin]

Black people (specifically African Americans) will never win… if we wear braids/afros /dreads, have long nails, big earrings, obnoxious makeup, wigs/weave, or durags, we’re ghetto and ratchet and hood, but other nonblack groups should be able to “represent” our culture and make it trendy and beautiful and hip and popular while AA men and women are shamed? Black people listening to rap/drill music is seen as uncultured and aggressive and worse than the systemic effects of racism (???), but other nonblack groups can use aave and be HEAVILY inspired off of black artists’ music, swag and style, and they aren’t shamed like black folk are? Black culture has now become synonymous with pop/gen z culture, and it’s absolutely sickening. Black people express discomfort over nonblack ppl wearing box braids? Gaslighted and bullied and shamed for “gatekeeping”. Black people express discomfort over anti blackness rampant in other communities that still miraculously love their culture? Told they aren’t the only group to experience racism and shouldn’t be that mad. Black people express their personal experiences with racism, colorism, police brutality, weariness over whight people, or any type of experience showing how they’re still suffering from this country’s issues of systemic injustice, dehumanization, and brutality, and they’re told their experiences aren’t valid, to get over it, and to just be accepting. And if we DO get support, it’s a trend and a hashtag you can just put in your bio and forget about the next day. Black people are NOT costumes you can put on and choose when to hang up in your closet. Black people should NOT be expected to carry the plight of other nonblack groups’ trauma especially when other groups will never do the same for us. Black people should be able to be treated with respect and dignity without you erasing our black skin. Black people should be able to talk about our own issues without being bullied for not speaking on others (no one would dare do this to another community). We can’t win. And I’m tired.

[aftersamu]

HAIKYUU BOYS AS [MODERN] HIGH SCHOOL BOYS a/n: i'm talking about a level of realism that has been ignored for so long, but super accurate because i am in high school and i know everything. keep in mind, they are teenage boys! they're not angels! they're evil incarnate.

ATSUMU ➢ the guy who carries around the speaker it's the big jbl speaker with the strap. always playing drake, uzi vert, carti, the weeknd, or 21 savage – sometimes there's a sprinkle of UK drill or afro beats. on the way to class there's always something playing.

HANAMAKI ➢ the guy who never shows up we all question how he managed to graduate. the last time he's attended a full week of school was when he was 15. he skips days on end, and shows up on his study hall days.

MATSUKAWA ➢ the plug he's stocked up. disposable vapes, e-liquid, cigarettes, weed. whatever his friends, or underclassmen needs, he's got. he pockets all his lunch money, is not stingy with prices, but always has the best flavours.

SUNA ➢ always late to class he walks slow. in the morning, he takes a detour around the school showing up 25 minutes late and blames it on the bus. always late to exams, and teachers have given up on him.

KUROO ➢ the whore he pulls, and is famous for it. a sort of playboy with charm but bad pick-up lines and doesn't know how to flirt. it's amazing how he gets by with the lack of game.

YAMAGUCHI ➢ the guy who gets adopted by a group of girls there's always one. it's a group of girls that have made him their own, he gets invited to the girls nights in, he knows all the gossip and drama. he watched pen15 when he was younger, and now realised how accurate it is.

IWAIZUMI ➢ dry as fuck don't try to talk to this guy. he doesn't speak unless you're close friends. he's super quiet and just kind of stares. he is dry as fuck, there's no way anyone – other than the bros – can have a proper conversation with him.

OIKAWA ➢ takes P.E / gym too seriously we get it! you like sports, but calm the fuck down. when people find out they're sharing a class with him, they groan and dread it. he's too competitive for his own good and easily becomes the enemy.

AKAASHI ➢ the IB student. complains about work load and getting a five on his summative. hates CAS but consistently meets expectations, wrote his extended essay in a night. says he needs to study but spends more time partying on the weekends. he can be an academic and still be a normal (popular) high school guy, remember that.

[magical-grrrl-mavis]

Need to figure out how to draw more interesting hair in my style. French braids, drill pigtails, dreadlocks, afros. All I got right now is anime girl hair.

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

WIP Extract

Using the excuse from @autumnalwalker to share a snippet from the New Year's vampire poll thing.

Gently tagging @vacantgodling @space-writes @calicohyde @chauceryfairytales @k--havok @pertinax--loculos @angsty-prompt-hole @sam-glade

Content Advisory: alcohol mention

Ben went looking for trouble in the parlor first. Upbeat ragtime—he didn’t recognize the tune—covered him pushing open one of the doors and peeking inside. He spotted Micaela sitting at the piano first thing, no surprise there. She’d put on a backless silk gown the color of moonlight for the occasion, a pair of matching opera gloves on the bench next to her while she played. Little white flowers from the front garden dotted her afro like stars. On the sofa behind Micaela lounged Desmond and Theodore, dressed to the nines too, tapping their wingtip shoes as they listened. Ben hoped it was anything but brandy in their glasses. Grinning, he pushed the door open all the way, went in, and had a seat on the piano bench.

Desmond and Teddy’s stares drilled into his back, but the only thing that mattered was the smile that appeared on Micaela’s face. Her fingers didn’t miss a beat across the ivory keys. Slender and strong. A musician’s fingers, a surgeon’s fingers. Fingers that didn’t hesitate on the trigger of a rifle either. She hit the last note and let it hang. He took the opportunity to drape an arm across her shoulders.

“Evening, Ben. Happy new year,” she said, grinning herself when there was a growl of disapproval behind them.

“Hey, Mickey. Lookin’ smooth. How about we get out of this clip joint and go shoot some bottles out back? After we empty them, of course.”

[izvmimi]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

hii!!!

thank you for sending! i'll probably open tag here, and here are a random assortment of songs (truly random and not by genre) that i've been listening to that i haven't posted in my music tag!

[spearzreloaded]

22nd of Jul. 2k24 - Raw

Really liking the MMA Horsewomen 2.0:

*Sonya setting up Lyra for a DEEP drilling

*Such a confusing spot

*Cocky, confused, Afro-Latina bedwench. Cant wait to see the new Horsewomen squash her. Pity Stark couldn't get the job done :

*Sweet juicy, Trini ass. Vega's tights ate that nite !

*I'd lick Vega's navel until I lose all my tastebuds.

[sparrow-mask22]

The Umbrella Academy Story of The Mothers (1/6) sparrow edition: Gilda

TW: Childbirth, plane crash (sort of), coerced adoption

(won’t be including Ben's birth since we already saw it go down. Also with the exception of Ben, the sparrows' birth moms are all my OCs so please don’t use them without my permission)

October  1, 1989. Babahoyo, Ecuador.  47 seconds before noon.

Gilda Mosquera was a 19 year old Afro-Ecuadorian girl, working as a flight attendant for the now-defunct national airline, AeroGal. She had always been fascinated by the stars, and she often found herself gazing up at the night sky, dreaming of one day exploring the vastness of space. Little did she know that her dreams would come true, albeit in the most unexpected of ways.

On this fateful day, Gilda was on her way to Babahoyo, a small town in Ecuador, to visit her grandmother. As she boarded the plane, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Little did she know that her life was about to change forever.

"Hey Gilda, you feeling nervous about this one?" asked one of her colleagues, Luisa, as they made their way down the aisle of the small, rickety plane. Gilda forced a smile and nodded, trying to appear calm. In reality, her heart was racing and her palms were sweaty. This flight was different. She could feel it in her bones.

The plane took off without incident, and as they reached cruising altitude, Gilda found herself drawn to the window, unable to tear her eyes away from the sky. The sun was setting, painting the clouds in shades of orange and pink, and she couldn't help but imagine herself floating among the stars.

Luisa, sensing Gilda's distraction, patted her on the shoulder and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, kiddo. We've got this under control." But as they continued their approach to Babahoyo, a strange sensation began to overtake Gilda. The world seemed to slow down, and she felt as if she were floating outside of her body.

"I do remember there was this one guy in high school," Gilda said, her voice distant as she relived the memory. "He was always at the gym, and he would just... he would throw his sweaty gym towels into other people's faces. And the girls would fawn all over him. Like, I don't get it. He was so gross, but they all thought he was so hot."

She paused, her gaze unfocused, as if she were seeing something else entirely. "I guess it's just... I don't know. You never really know what people find attractive. Sometimes the most unlikely things can make someone's heart race."

Luisa smiled sympathetically, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But don't worry about it, kiddo. I'm sure there's plenty of guys out there who'd find you just as irresistible."

As they continued their descent, the plane began to shudder violently, throwing both women off their feet. "The plane is going down." The pilot stoically said over the intercom. Panic ensued as passengers screamed and cried. Gilda felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. She found herself back in high school, during a fire drill. The same gross guy was there, pushing past everyone else, trying to be the hero. She remembered thinking how funny it was that he, who couldn't even remember to wipe his own sweat, thought he could save anyone else.

"No, not down down, we’re not crashing! Just an emergency landing, that's all you numbskulls!" The pilot shouted, trying to calm everyone down. But the fear was still palpable in the cabin. Gilda found herself gripping the armrests, her knuckles turning white. She couldn't help but think of the gross guy from high school again. He would always act so tough, so confident, even when he was clearly out of his depth. She wondered if he would be able to handle a situation like this.

As the plane touched down roughly on the runway, the engines screeching in protest, Gilda closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She tried to focus on the feeling of the seatbelt digging into her skin, the vibration of the wheels against the tarmac. Her heart was racing, but she forced herself to remain calm.

As Gilda regained her composure, she glanced around the chaotic scene outside the plane. Emergency vehicles were already racing towards them, their sirens wailing. The pilot and flight attendants were helping passengers off the aircraft, their faces etched with concern. But she couldn't tear her gaze away from the man who had been sitting in the row behind her.

"They think it could’ve been an equipment malfunction," someone nearby muttered, their voice tinged with fear. Gilda glanced over at the man who had been sitting in the row behind her. He was already up and moving, helping an elderly woman gather her belongings from the overhead compartment. His movements were efficient and calm, almost as if he were used to being in situations like this. She wondered how many emergencies he'd been in before.

It wasn’t until twelve pm that Gilda stood up and instinctively reached for her belly. She gasped as a sharp pain coursed through her, and she doubled over. "Oh my God!"

Luisa rushed to Gilda's side, her eyes wide with fear. "Oh, Gilda, what's happening?" She asked, her voice shaking. Gilda, doubled over in pain, could barely respond. "I... I think... I think I'm having a baby."

Luisa’s heart dropped all the way to her stomach as she watched Gilda clutch her midsection in pain. "But you can’t have a baby, you’re not pregnant!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "It's not possible!" The airport staff was now swarming around them, their faces a mix of confusion and concern.

Gilda let out a sharp gasp as another contraction wracked her body. She couldn't believe this was happening. "I... I don't know what's going on," she managed to say between gasps. "But it feels like something's really wrong." The man who had been sitting behind them, the one who had remained so calm during the emergency, suddenly stepped forward. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with kind eyes and a reassuring voice.

"I'm a doctor," he introduced himself. "My name is Brayden. I'm going to help you, okay?" His voice was calm and reassuring, and for the first time since this nightmare began, Gilda felt a tiny bit of relief. The other women on the tarmac, sensing that something was truly wrong, instinctively gathered around them, forming a circle of support and protection.

Brayden knelt down beside her, his eyes scanning her face as he asked her questions about her medical history and any pre-existing conditions. He gently palpated her abdomen, feeling for any abnormalities, while the other women tried to find a way to make her comfortable. Someone placed a jacket under Gilda's head, while another found a blanket to cover her shoulders.

"I've never been pregnant," Gilda managed to say between gasps. "I've never missed a period. I don't understand what's happening." Brayden continued to examine her, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I think we need to get you to the hospital as soon as possible," he said gravely. "Your symptoms don't add up to a normal pregnancy."

(Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. We all know that. But you didn't write that part. You just reminded us. So, let's move on...)

Inside the airport, the staff was waiting for them, quickly leading them to an ambulance that would take them to the hospital. As they hurried down the hall, Gilda felt another contraction coming on. "I... I don't think I can make it," she gasped. Brayden nodded gravely, and with the help of a nurse, gently guided Gilda onto a stretcher. He began to administer oxygen to her, while the other medical professionals attached monitors to her body.

A cry rang out through the airport terminal as the paramedics delivered the news: the baby had been born. Gilda's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, her body still trembling from the pain of labor. She looked down in confusion, struggling to comprehend what had just happened. "Is... is it a boy or a girl?" she managed to ask. The doctor, his face lit up with pride and relief, gently wiped the newborn's face with a soft cloth.

"It’s a boy," the doctor said, beaming with pride as he placed the newborn in Gilda's arms. Tears streamed down her face as she looked down at her son, his tiny fingers wrapped around hers. She could feel the weight of his body in her arms, and it was then that she realized she had given birth. On the tarmac. In the middle of an airport.

The paramedics had wheeled her out of the terminal and onto the runway, where they had set up a makeshift delivery room. The medical staff had worked quickly and efficiently, guiding her through each contraction as they assisted her in bringing her child into the world. As she held her son close, she couldn't help but marvel at the strength and resilience of both him and herself.

When Luisa arrived at the hospital room, she was shocked to find Gilda alone, and the baby nowhere in sight. Her first thought was that something terrible must have happened. Panic rising in her chest, she hurried to Gilda's side, gently taking her hand. "Gilda, what is it? Where's the baby? Is everything okay?"

Gilda looked up at her friends, tears streaming down her face. "He... he was taken from me," she managed to say between sobs. "That old man... he adopted him. He said that if I ever tried to contact him or see him again... he'd have me killed. He had me sign papers, and I had no choice... I had to do it."

Luisa's eyes widened in shock as she took in this information. "But why would he do that? Why would he take your baby from you?"

Gilda shook her head, unable to answer. "He said... he said that he would give my son a better life than I could ever provide. He would have a good education, a loving family. He said that I was just a worthless teenager who didn't deserve anything. That my baby would be better off without me." Her voice cracked, and she began to sob uncontrollably.

Luisa felt a surge of anger rise within her as she listened to Gilda's story. "That's not true, Gilda! You're a wonderful mother, and your son will grow up knowing that. We'll find him, okay? We'll find a way to bring him back to you." She squeezed her friend's hand, trying to offer some comfort.

Gilda looked up at her, tears streaming down her face. "You don't understand. The man signed all the papers, and they were filed. There's nothing we can do." She began to sob uncontrollably, her body racked with sobs. "I just want my baby back. I want to hold him again."

Luisa felt a mix of anger and helplessness rising up within her. "We'll find a way, Gilda. We'll make sure he knows who you are, and we'll get him back somehow. We can't just let this man take him from you like this." She squeezed Gilda's hand, trying to offer some comfort.

"What was the man’s name, Gilda? Do you remember?" Luisa asked, her voice steady despite the fear that gripped her.

Gilda looked up at Luisa, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "He said his name was... Reginald Hargreeves."

The name sent a chill down Luisa's spine. "Reginald Hargreeves?" she repeated, trying to keep the shock from her voice. "Are you sure that's his name?"

Gilda nodded, tears still streaming down her face. "Yes, that's what he said. He... he took my baby away from me."

Luisa's heart ached for her friend, and she struggled to keep her own emotions in check. "I'm so sorry, Gilda. I can't believe this is happening. But we're going to find a way to get your son back, I promise."

[purplekoop]

ngl I'm curious about your ideas for Venture and spaceranger. I saw a theory SR could be Fio from Blackwatch and I think Venture could be our Portuguese hero, maybe has a build (turret, wall, etc) made of duravidro. Still hoping for heroes 42 to 45 being Lynx 17, Maximilien, a Roman champion fighter, and an Afro-American New York firefighter.

Okay lot of parts to this one to answer

Starting with Venture, here's their art for reference:

Now, with their pretty apparent explorer/excavation-themed design, with giant drill and what looks like climbing/excavation gear on their back, my first thought for what map they tie into is actually Petra, the deathmatch map set in Southern Jordan's wonder of the world. The map is littered with details alluding to an ongoing excavation project, so I think Venture could be part of that team. Plus, I think the slightly darker skin tone could possibly fit an Arabic character.

While I can't make it out with just this little image, I think the insignia on this sleeve could be the key to figuring out this character's faction.

As for kit, I don't really have any great ideas yet. While their drill at first appears to be a melee weapon, letting you just drill into people for rapid close-range damage, but I feel like it could have some kind of surprise projectile component.

In addition to me thinking they're from Jordan and not Portugal, I also doubt they're a "builder" character due to those being an ongoing struggle to balance in the Damage role. My belief for what Esperanca is alluding to is still a Tank hero that we won't be seeing for a while. Considering how long it takes heroes to be developed (note Mauga was just revealed today after being first teased in 2019), I think something as relatively recent as Esperanca won't lead to something new so "soon".

(I actually have a character for my original hero/class shooter project War Bots who uses a drill in a couple ways, and they are actually a builder character who uses it to build buildings and also tunnel underground to move around safely. They deserve their own post soon though.)

As a reminder, we are due to see some early gameplay footage of Venture tomorrow in the "Overwatch 2: What's Next" segment of Blizzcon tomorrow at 1:30 PM PST (so 4:30 for me in the EST), so we won't have to wait long to see some of how they play!

Going from underground to out of this world, let's talk about "Space Ranger" next!

(I gotta say it if I haven't already that I love both of these designs, even if they're still certainly still concept art and might actually change a fair bit before release, especially in the case of Star Command here releasing all the way in the far off galaxy of Season 12. Still, very cute, love the colors and overall vibe, big fan.)

So starting off with the theory you saw, the idea that this is Fio, the Blackwatch pilot from Retribution, certainly is... interesting, certainly an idea with precedent if Sojourn is anything to go by. I didn't remember what they looked like so I checked the wiki and...

...Yeah no these are completely different people, sorry. Fio has what looks to be red hair underneath the helmet and... I wanna say a European face? Ranger meanwhile has the dang Twilight Sparkle hair, and her face strikes me more like how East Asian characters tend to look in Overwatch's art style, like D.va and Kiriko with their slightly more "anime-esque" faces. Not to say I wouldn't welcome Fio to the roster (even though they'd be. Far, Far from my first pick for an established character to join the roster), but this definitely ain't them.

As for who I do think this could be, or rather what characters they're related to, I think between possibly being Asian and also being more obviously space-themed, I think they could very likely be affiliated with Lucheng Interstellar, the Chinese aerospace company behind Horizon Lunar Colony. According to the wiki, they also have other space station projects they are/were working on, so Space Ranger could be related to either of those.

As for kit, I don't have much to say for them either. Some neat ideas I saw were that they could be another hyper-mobile support like Mercy or Lucio, and could possibly even have some sort of gravity-manipulating buff. I really don't have much to say yet, but there's plenty of room for cool ideas!

Speaking of cool ideas, lemme take a sec to go over all yours!

Lynx 17 is definitely a popular pick I can get behind, between their fun design and the capacity for a support hacker-themed character. My Sombra Role Requeue was just one way to take the concept, I feel like there's even more room to start from the ground up! Though I do also wanna shoutout Franky, a character from the Deadlock Rebels novel that was essentially the other main founding member of the gang along with Cassidy and Ashe (and B.O.B. too, of course), who's also a hacker. I don't blame people for giving Lynx 17 higher priority, both due to being around longer and also being another cool Omnic, as well as being canonically non binary already. I would like to see a human NB character sooner than later, (hence why I've been referring to Venture and SR gender-neutrally this whole post) but Lynx still slaps so I'd be happy to see them too.

Maximilien is I think probably the most notable lore character that's yet to be playable now that we've finally got our greasy mitts on Mauga. Another fun established design and personality who's been around the story even longer than Mauga actually. Shoot, we've even seen the bastard in one of the story trailers, with Doomfist implying that he's got a job to do that the greedy omnic seems uncomfortable with. That could easily mean he has to get his hands dirty when he doesn't want to, so... could be teasing him being playable? My main objection to his inclusion on the roster is that I don't have a great idea for what exactly he'd... do. He's basically a cowardly civilian who just happens to be bankrolling a terrorist organization. This could definitely work into his kit, making him a support who sucks in direct fights but has ways of backing up allies. The one solid ability idea I got for him though is that his gun would be a silenced pistol. that's it. Now obviously some creativity on the hero design team's part could fix that issue, but still, it's something to consider.

Now for the characters who aren't as established, a roman gladiator is another one that's been tossed around a lot since the map was first revealed. Like I said with a character teased by the Portugal map though, OW heroes take a long time to develop, and they're still catching up on established characters like Mauga, so the teasers from OW2's new maps could take a WHILE to get to at this rate. Which isn't shocking really, they wanna keep Overwatch going for a while and I personally can get behind that, so I understand them setting up so many teasers they can follow up on later. As for the gladiator specifically, this idea still hasn't actually excited me that much. I struggle right now to think about what could make one of the mech gladiators unique from the tanks we already have on the roster. A melee weapon and shield? Reinhardt. A spear? Orisa. Again, creativity solves a lot of problems, but it's why I've never been that excited for this idea since Colosseo was first revealed.

That last idea though, THAT has me interested.

I've honestly never heard that idea before! It's so cool too, a firefighter would have such a fun pool of ideas to work from. Overwatch doesn't really have any water-themed heroes, and as far as I'm aware the team hasn't considered it aside from one rejected concept for what eventually became Lifeweaver. I'm honestly not even sure what role would fit a firefighter better, because the bulky outfits and some kind of water pushing ability would fit Tank, but the whole "life saving" part could fit Support better. This is such a cool idea, I'd honestly love to hear you elaborate on it more!

So yeah, wanted to give a thorough response talking about all of these future heroes, confirmed and otherwise. I'll almost certainly have more to say tomorrow when they talk about the two new faces, but that's for 20 hours from now. Thanks for the ask though, fun to talk about all this!

[djsonyt]

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[clonehub]

Compiling a list of artists that Kiki, Soni, and Hahkin listen to.

By genre, hahkins largely Drill (NYC) hip hop, rap like Icespice, and RnB. Ik those genres are v broad ndkanskaa. She'll love any female rap artist. Huge Megan thee stallion fan

Sunlaou likes club music and afro beats and amapiano, and drill as well but he'll do UK. But he loves chill vibey music too, and old style raps like coast contra and Mick Jenkins. Always up to date with the mainstream and the underground. Always at a music festival somewhere. Huuuuuge Kaytranada fan like it's not even funny.

Kiki loves rap and RnB, especially when it's energetic. Icespice and Meg fan, Janelle monae and Victoria Monét. But she also like classical and sometimes dubstep and specific heavy metal/rock songs, some electronic remixes. Her music taste can be all over the place cbsmdbsmsn

[tinydumpsterfire]

Just finished watching Wakanda Forever.

This beautiful story is filled with so much hurt and pain. A perfect encapsulation of the hurt and pain that the natives as felt, hispanic and latin people. Of the hurt and pain the Black people have felt, African Americans and those of mixed Afro ethnicity. Of the hurt and pain that Asian people have felt, Asian Americans and the natives of the Hawaiian islands. The hurt and pain that Jewish people have felt. The hurt and pain that we continue to feel today... In the "land of the free"

And in our pain we have clawed our way out. We have fought kicking and screaming to have our basic human rights. Rights that still to this day are ignored in favor of the system of white supremacy.

And in our pain, in our fight we have kicked down others who are equally oppressed. Allowing the colonizer to pit us against each other. When we should be our strongest allies.

And today, while there is still a struggle, we move more and more towards a future where we 100% have each-others backs. We share each other's stories, sign each others petitions, walk together in protest.

But that doesn't mean that with every step of the way the system won't fight back. Abortion rights, the pipe lines and oil drills. Schools banning books on the Lgbtqia+ community, Black and native history. Police brutality. Anti-Semitism. Hate crimes against APPI. Police raiding peaceful protests and arresting water protestors, POC, trans individuals. All for using their human right to speak their voice against destruction of their land, against violence and abuse again their communities.

We have a long way to go but its not FUCKING OVER!!