#driving while black
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
j-kub · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Sooooooo…
We still residing in Savannah.
I had a few issues with my last job and I had to make some quick adjustments.
I got with WM & I was thriving real real good.. I have a bunch of fun doing my job and I’ve met some real good people.
BUT
I really really miss being over the road and driving tractor trailers. I’ve made the conscious decision to go back over the road and be happy again
‼️‼️‼️ NEW TRUCK COMING SOON ‼️‼️‼️
6 notes · View notes
reasoningdaily · 18 days ago
Text
Driving While Black: A Civil Rights Lawyer Reveals The Chilling Truths
youtube
Yes driving while Black does exist, often with deadly consequences
0 notes
mypatchworkreflection · 1 year ago
Text
0 notes
trmpt · 1 year ago
Text
0 notes
sukibenders · 4 months ago
Text
"I'm team feminist/feminism!" But will quickly drag a female character through the mud without sympathy for their circumstances just because they don't fit your ideals, will get mad when poc criticize a female character's actions that are very thinly coded in racism and say "support her crimes!" while ignoring how that often leads to the harm of poc characters, will shade woc characters or put them on higher pedestals than their yte counterparts while ignoring the harm they face while trying to meet your standards, will victim blame those who suffer (and are still suffering) from abuse when they act out in ways you deem "wrong" because of it, following up with the last point will mock and laugh at said abuse to uplift another female character (pitting women against women, even when the narrative does not ask for that), will dismiss any valuable argument displayed if the said female character is a little mean but then go and say "why can't female characters be mean? 🙄"
I could go on.
65 notes · View notes
thelaurenshippen · 6 months ago
Text
the way that silver said "I will stand here with you an hour, a day, a year" to flint and "I will wait a day, a month, a year, forever" to madi....I'm sick to my stomach. who is doing unhinged devotion like this man
83 notes · View notes
crimsonlovebartylus · 6 months ago
Text
Regulus and Barty announced their getting back together (and engagement) by doing a lip syncing video with Evan, Dorcas and Pandora to Without Me By Eminem in a fishbowl lense, in a skater park.
and all three of them point at a kissing bartylus, as regulus wiggles his fingers showing the ring when the song goes: guess who's back, back again?
and in the distance somewhere you hear all the men that wanted regulus (& barty) fall on their knees.
104 notes · View notes
c0mbatchameleon · 7 months ago
Text
@jegulus-microfic April 25, prompt: headlights, words: 458
He’s been sitting out on the curb down the street from his house for maybe 10 minutes when headlights and the thrum of an engine cut through the still, 3am darkness. Bag in his lap, burning in his throat; as the truck pulls up to a stop in front of him, Regulus is acutely aware of what it means once he steps inside.
It’s an ending, he thinks. It’s thick layers of dust lining the shelves in his bedroom—how quickly a room can become a relic. Can become ruins. Stale and rotting, a place where life only exists in past tense. In other words, a haunting.
To be fair, the haunting long precedes this—this crux, this threshold. To be fair, it was always more rot than anything else. To be fair, he can’t recall the last time the dark green walls enclosed something truly alive and breathing and not soured by the state decay. After all, it’s only been him for years now.
But Regulus thinks he remembers a time, just one time, when the room was much bigger than him, was everything; a time when a woman who, much the same, was much bigger than him floated into the room like an angel or an apparition, and, having heard his cry in the middle of the night, brushed his hair back behind his forehead with her ever-sharp nails and a whispered promise that everything was okay. He thinks he remembers believing it, then. He thinks it might have been a dream. He had never known his mother to be gentle.
And now, to open the door and cross the threshold is to relent, to find finality in the fact that he never will. He’ll never find out if something soft underlay all that ice-hot flame and sharpened teeth and barbed wire. And he’ll never know if it was a dream. And he’ll never know her, or him, or the home and the ghosts that haunt it, in the way he so desperately tried to.
His lifelong fight. And surrender is only a couple steps away.
Before he can take them, the driver’s side door opens with a click that pierces through the oppressive quiet this street has always known. And there he is, backlit by the single dim yellow streetlight like something holy, something divine, circling around the front and stopping at Regulus’ feet with an outstretched hand.
A hand. An offering. An end. A beginning.
When Regulus takes it, lets James pull him to his feet, let’s him take his bag and the weight on his shoulders to store in the backseat, he thinks that some endings might not be so bad. That maybe, some fights are worth giving up.
He thinks he wants to live.
59 notes · View notes
identityquest · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
awoooo
898 notes · View notes
yuriyuruandyuraart · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
motorcycle sketch featuring cross!! >:)
#art#illustration#utmv#xtale#xtale sans#cross sans#cross!sans#cross#sorry about the empty space at the side hh xD that's where my references were#i mixed so many different motorcycle poses and parts and honestly? i'm so happy with this!!!#i got inspired by a guy riding his (full leather jacket- sleek black helmet and leather pants) in the city and idk it looked so PRETTY!!!#it was the type you see in movies it was so impressive! but he also stood out cause who wears black (LEATHER) jackets in SUMMER??#i was dying in my t-shirt and jeans but i guess the wind blowing while driving would negate the stifling warmth hhh x)#so when i decided to make it i knew i didn't wanna color the piece- nor spend ungodly amounts of time drawing clean-ish lineart#for a machine with sooo many details like damn xD so i went the sketch-y route! comic book style hehehe >;)#if alex sees this then i was also inspired by your killer drawing!! i finally understand how satisfying your sketching method is waa<3333#i would tag you but i'm always unsure if i should unless the au belongs to them/it's fanart so aaa hope you read the tags? muah ty again!!#(btw cross is human here- fem or not is up to interpretation; but then i realized it could kinda be interpreted as a skeleton too soo#just forget the skele knuckles and you have all versions in one piece!! >B)#i couldn't pick which one of the two end results was my fav so you get both versions >;) <333#and not using blurs or effects this times makes me love it even more waa >:'D the only thing i used a layer option for was the watermark!!#like goshh this was so fun to draw hhh hopefully you guys like it too :D <3333
190 notes · View notes
getdarkerthandark · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Some Food for Thought
26 notes · View notes
rioofdreams · 1 year ago
Text
Evan fucking hate drive so much that regulus or barty are always the ones who drive
60 notes · View notes
trmpt · 1 year ago
Text
0 notes
bleach-your-panties · 11 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Sincember Event❄️❄️
Rating: Crack/Suggestive🍧🍭
▶️: what you want for christmas - quad city dj's, 69 boyz, & k-nock
Tumblr media
“LICK MY BALLS AND I’LL START HOLLIN’ LIKE, LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!”
Nahoya basically screamed out as his brother Souya trailed behind him just looking like he wanted to disappear into thin air.
You walked next to your own twin who had a mischievous grin mirroring Smiley’s on her face.
“Oh no…I’m covering my ears now.” You placed both on either side of your head on top of your pink ear muffs.
“LICK THE BOOTY, YOU’LL HAVE ME SQUALLIN’, LIKE LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!” 
Once her mouth closed, you shot her an irritated and embarrassed look.
“You do know that children live in this neighborhood, right?” 
She shrugged with her smile never faltering.
“You know what I always say. Fuck them kids.” 
Not having the mental capacity to uphold this conversation, you gravitate to Souya’s side.
He looked down at you with his typical angry expression plastered across his face, but his cheeks were tinged the slightest bit pink.
“Can we please pretend that we don't know them? Better yet, let’s drop them off at the homeless shelter around the corner. I'm sure the residents there would enjoy two clowns for entertainment.”
You laughed out loud at his suggestion causing the wrinkles in his forehead to visibly relax.
“That's not a bad idea, actually. Though on the other hand, if they get thrown out we'll have a major complaint from the city to deal with.” 
“Yeah, you're probably right about that.” Souya scratched the side of his fluffy blue head.
You and your twin, S/N, had been knowing Nahoya and Souya Kawata for some years now.
After a particularly long, drawn-out meeting of your all-girl biker gang, the two of you decided to grab something to eat one night, thus causing you two to stumble into their restaurant. 
Nahoya was quick to engage the both of you in conversation as both brothers worked on preparing your orders.
When they saw your gang jackets, they began telling you stories of their glory days when they were both known as The Twin Devils.
Ever since then, the four of you had been inseparable.
Which is why you're now all out trekking through a light snowfall in your old neighborhood, singing Christmas carols to inspire some holiday joy.
Well, you don't know what Nahoya and S/N are singing…
“If you two are done sharing a brain cell, we can hit up the next street over.” You said with a shake of your head. Long tresses flipped over your shoulders with the movement.
“Don't be a buzzkill, N/N! We’re just having a bit of fun!” 
“Yeah, N/N! Listen to your sister!” Nahoya chimed in when no one asked.
“Why should I? I'm the older twin and the captain!” You laughed.
The four of you rounded the corner. Every porch was decorated in multicolored Christmas lights with beautifully ornate wreaths attached to the doors.
You and S/N didn’t bring your bikes since Nahoya insisted on driving you all in his brand new, shiny black Cadillac truck which he'd left parked on this street and dared somebody to touch.
“These Christmas carols are for old people. It’s time to make things a bit more interesting.”
“More interesting than what you two were just doing?” Souya complained with a roll of his eyes.
Smiley just ignored him and, with that signature grin of his, pressed play on the radio in the car:
Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?
Girl, what you gonna get that boy?
(Come on come on come on!)
What you gonna get her for Christmas?
Girl, what you gonna get that boy?
You almost screamed when Nahoya hopped up on the roof of the truck and started dancing, scared that he was going to fall.
I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that
I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!
“Look here Santa Claus, this the deal
On Christmas, you got to keep it real
Imma go to da club on Christmas Eve 
And when I come home I wanna see,
Gifts underneath my Christmas tree
With a big booty girl that you left for me
Stockings on my fireplace
Full of that eggnog alizé
And if it ain’t too much to ask
Can you leave me a lil extra cash?
Cause I ain’t gone lie
All these Christmas lights got my light bill high”
You and Souya just looked on in slight astonishment as Nahoya belted out the lyrics like second nature, while also rolling his hips and popping his dick…
S/N started laughing and dancing on the side of the truck.
“I ain’t got no chocolate chips
To go along with no glass of milk
But I got some chips and dip, baby” 
Kool-Aid to sip, baby”
He had an arm thrown behind his peach-colored head as he dipped his pelvis back and forth.
“Imma leave the club at a quarter ‘til four
And all I wanna see when I hit the door
These twelve things on my Christmas list
And it goes a lil something like this:”
“Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em I guess.” You grinned at Souya who blushed again then shrugged.
You started shaking your tambourine and hitting it against your open palm while Souya started beat-boxing into his hands.
“I want a 12-disc changer
11 filly blunts
10 karat gold
9 Sega tapes
8 gold teeth
7 pairs of jeans
6 pack of beer
He paused dramatically, 
“5 fresh gold chainnnnnns”
Souya snorted hard into his hands, making you giggle.
“4 thirty smokers
3 pack of draws
2 girlfriends
With a Cadillac to put it all in!”
You turned to Souya with a smile, “Hey player, what you gonna get her for Christmas?”
He immediately responded, “Girl, what you gonna get that boy?”
“OH BABY, BABY!” Nahoya screamed out.
Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?
Girl, what you gonna get that boy?
(Come on now!)
What you gonna get her for Christmas?
Girl, what you gonna get that boy?
(Ride out now!)
I want a lil bit of this and I want a lil bit of that
I want a whole lot of this and I want a whole lot of that!
“Say what?!”
S/N jumped in with the next verse:
“Christmas Day, the birth of Christ, no doubt
That’s what it’s all about
Smiley stop the beat for a sec
Show some respect
You all paused before resuming.
“Santa Claus, what’s up with you?”
Tell S/N what you gone do
Cause I want everything I say
When I wake up on Christmas Day
Help me out if you can
Cause I need a real good man
Cute with a whole lot of cash flow
Standing underneath my mistletoe
And it ain’t no ifs, ands, or no buts
Gone and fill my stocking up
With a lot of shoes, a lot of clothes
A lot of cash, a lot of gold
S/N want a lot of stuff
So if you think you got enough
Get ready, cause my Christmas list
Goes a lil something like this:”
“You better be taking notes, Smiley.” You giggled. He just continued grinning while Souya and you squatted down and rode the beat with her.
“I want 12 hundred dollars
11 pairs of shoes
10 fingernails
9 packs of weave
8 male strippers
7 bus passes
6 diamond rings”
She paused just like Smiley had,
“5 months free reeeent!” 
The three of you burst out laughing at her.
“4 bangles
3 pocketbooks
2 earrings
And a man with a lot of money!”
“I’m right here, baby!” Smiley threw his arms in the air.
“Oh baby, come on!” You and Souya started bumping elbows and rolling your hips like Smiley was while S/N twerked against the passenger side door.
Some of the houses’ lights flicked on and a few people even came outside to dance with you all.
Ahh, baby baby!
Come on!
Ahh, baby baby!
Come on now!
Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?
Girl, what you gonna get that boy?
(Come on come on come on!)
What you gonna get her for Christmas?
Girl, what you gonna get that boy?
Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?
Girl, what you gonna get that boy?
(Come on come on come on!)
What you gonna get her for Christmas?
Girl, what you gonna get that boy?
Hey player! What you gonna get her for Christmas?
Girl, what you gonna get that boy?
(Come on come on come on!)
What you gonna get her for Christmas?
Girl, what you gonna get that boy?
—-
After your little performance, one of the neighbors offered to fix you all a plate of cookies and some hot cocoa since they were so entertained by your display.
Your sister went along with the twins to help them carry the stuff out while you sat down in Smiley’s truck to catch your breath and put your tambourine away. You would need it for church on Sunday.
You knew it had to be getting extremely late now since the houses started to go dark. Nobody wanted a high ass light bill to pay in January.
The driver side door opened and a weight settled into the seat beside you. As you turned your head, the light over your head had already gone dark again, preventing you from seeing who it was.
When you felt a soft brush of curls against your cheek and the deep smell of men’s cologne you certainly knew  that it wasn’t your sister.
“Hey, took you long enough. Where’s S/N?”
He just chuckled and palmed your chin, bringing it up so he could breathe his warm breath over your glossy lips.
“Don’t worry, my brother is keeping her occupied.”
----
ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽
48 notes · View notes
kingwaino · 10 days ago
Text
i have done...an absolute deep dive into blues and folk music tonight. it was 100% one of those blink and three hours have passed type of deals. worth it though.
#be warned if you go into the tags i will explain how this all came up. educational but long!#so it started with two questions. mostly because i live in the ozarks i wanted to know and secondly i like music if you haven't caught on#(btw i am so giving you guys the quick and easy version if you are reading this at all)#anyway. the first question was 'why does the ozarks have such a country influence but also bluegrass but also blues but also folk but al-'#because while i grew up in stl i am now like. living living in the ozarks right? right. and i for sure can see how we are the like...#the little sibling of the appalachian mountains. and i thought it was just cause aw cute mini mountains (highlands people)#but instead its cause there were settlers from appalachia! which makes a ton of sense now seeing influences and culture etc etc#so we cleared up that. we know why the ozarks is the way it is (or at least part of it)#btw anyone who says branson is a “true reflection” of the ozarks is out of their damn minds.#that shit is tourist central and just drives me up the wall. they are playing a parody of themselves is the best way to describe it#caricature maybe??? point is. “h'yuck h'yuck we're the country jubilee!” is not uhhhh ozarks and never was?#like it was but they took it a step further. so. anyway#can you tell i'm fixated on this right now? moving on! question 2 was quite literally 'what genre is this song'#it's 'fault line' by black rebel motorcycle club (which i highly suggest everyone listen to)#but i was like hmmm very bluesy harmonica but just fingerpicking guitar so that's more folksy#so! i went on a deep dive of what technically considers blues blues and what folk is. and guess what! the ozarks play into this too#because! the thing is that the ozarks is weird. st louis is technically not in the ozarks but on the outskirts. and stl is influenced by...#the mississippi delta! therefore blues music which led to rock and roll etc#(that's a whole other tangent for another day on stl and blues and rock and roll)#but anyway it makes sense that once you have folks from stl area coming down to the ozarks then you also have that combo of...#mississippi delta and appalachia music. so then we go back to “fault line” right?#i have declared it folk mostly because it definitely doesn't follow traditional blues progression or call and response.#so anyway. deep dive tonight was basically what is this song's genre and how does that wrap into where i live!#which also. brmc is like...usually listed as a “rock” band from san francisco which hey! awesome.#but like. from the songs i've heard and especially causing me to do this deep dive...they do not strike me as a californian band#music is cool! regions are cool! culture is cool! i just like to see how it's all spread out ya know?#if you've read this far gold star! i hope you've learned something tonight from reading the ramblings of a fixated person#i'm rambling again aren't i
7 notes · View notes
paalove · 1 year ago
Text
the amount of tiiiiiiiiny moments of sand and ray hurting each others' feelings this episode. moments the one doing the hurting almost never noticed! OBSESSED with ray's face after sand said he didn't trust him with his life in particular
57 notes · View notes