#hurley pro

[heaveniowa]

does he know the way I worship our love?

[stump-o-matically]

happy 21 years to my favorite fob album take this to your grave! insane how old she is and how much I luv her <333

my favorite song off tttyg is def tell that mick, what's urs?

[emo-milk]

miss missing you // the pros and cons of breathing x

[hotratking5592]

Fall Out Boys as Furrys for @kinglozer.

Patrick is a Hyena, Pete is a Civet, Joe is a Musk Deer, and Andy is a Chipmunk.

I made Patrick and Pete's colors inverse of eachother and just wanted to have fun with doing cool colors again.

[lumaverse]

Day 98 of drawing every @falloutboy song! Today is the Pros and Cons of Breathing! My favorite line in this is Wish I was as invisible as you make me feel, but I've always loved the imagery of the opening lines, so I combined them for this.

[release-the-mccracken]

Ready For The Boom

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Andy Hurley x Joe Trohman x Patrick Stump x Pete Wentz

Summary: Of course, it had been Pete's idea. Every time there was a questionable plan, it seemed like Pete was involved in its conception. No, Pete coming up with a weird idea didn't surprise Patrick at all.

Warnings: Circle jerk, mutual masturbation, hand jobs, dirty talk, come swallowing/eatng, feminization.

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Circle jerk. The words alone were enough to make Patrick blush, cheeks immediately heating up at the thought. He wasn't a virgin or anything, despite what people might say, but he'd only ever heard those words in porn. Honestly, Patrick wasn't totally convinced it was an actual thing real people did. More likely, it had been something Pete had watched in porn and then decided he could do that too. Of course, it had been Pete's idea. Every time there was a questionable plan, it seemed like Pete was involved in its conception. No, Pete coming up with a weird idea didn't surprise Patrick at all. What did surprise Patrick was how quickly he managed to get Joe on board with the idea too. Joe was chaotic too and tended to agree to things before he thought them through, but a lot of the time, he would argue with Pete's ideas just for the sake of arguing. 

But nearly as soon as the idea was pitched, Joe was agreeing to be a part of it. Patrick couldn't tell if it was because he'd conspired with Pete on this plan or if he was simply excited by the prospect of someone else getting him off. It wasn't shocking that they hadn't really gotten off. Being cramped with three other guys that you're trying not to disturb didn't make it easy to masturbate. Even when they could, it was always rushed and never as good as getting off with somebody else. With Pete's idea, both of those issues were fixed. None of them would have to worry about being quiet or quick and all of them would have someone else's hand on them for once. What surprised Patrick even more was the fact that both Andy and himself ended up agreeing with the idea, but he tried to brush it off by telling himself that he only agreed because he was missing physical contact so much. 

It had been awkward trying to figure out how to make it work. Pete and Joe had taken over most of the planning, trying to decide who should go where. Pete had suggested trying to match people up based on height before realizing that it didn't matter much, considering Joe was the only one who was actually taller. In the end, they kind of just decided to end up wherever they ended up. Patrick couldn't hold back his laughter as Pete shoved in between him and Joe, breaking them apart and ensuring he'd be the one to touch Patrick instead. Joe had temporarily tried to argue that they'd just do it the other way, but Pete had insisted the rules of a circle jerk were to go to your right. By the end of the argument, Pete had ended up with a bruise forming on his arm where Joe had punched him, but he was able to touch Patrick which seemed to be a fair payoff for him. 

The full weight of the situation only hit Patrick when it was time to actually get his pants down. He watched as Joe was the first to move, seeming to take forever to get his belt off, though Patrick thought it was his own skewed perception of time that made it feel like such a long wait. It felt awkward to watch one of his best friends take his cock out, but he figured he better get used to it. Things were going to be a lot more awkward in just a few minutes. His eyes seemed to be transfixed on Joe as he finally pushed his jeans down enough to expose his stomach tattoo and then kept shoving them until they were down his thighs. Long fingers wrapped around an even longer cock and Patrick knew he was blushing as he watched Joe beginning to stroke himself to half hardness. It seemed impossible to pull his eyes away from the sight in front of him. 

"You like what you see, Stumpster?" Pete's voice broke him out of his concentration, Patrick's head snapping up and seeing everybody in the circle looking at him. Nobody's face held any judgment. Curiosity, endearment, and possibly...Lust? Joe seemed transfixed with Patrick's face, lips slightly parted as he watched Patrick watching him jerk off. "Maybe I should've let you stand with Joe since you like him so much," He nudged Patrick gently, voice light and playful. Despite the fact Pete was making fun of him, it made Patrick relax a bit. It reminded him that this was still just them, there wasn't too much to be nervous about. This was just his friends, nothing bad was going to happen and they'd never actually judge him for anything. "Get your jeans off for us?" Pete hummed after a moment and Patrick noticed he was almost the only one still clothed except for Andy wearing his boxers still. 

"Shut up, Wentz. I was just surprised by how fast Joe whipped it out," Patrick retorted and nudged Pete back, grinning at him before deciding he should just jump feet first into this. Before he had time to think about it too much, he reached to unbutton his jeans and work them down his hips. Anxiety still filled him before he yanked down his boxers and he paused for a second that easily could've turned into him stopping altogether. He didn't want to be the one that ruined this for them, though. A moment later, his boxers were down his legs and being kicked away from him too. He wasn't hard yet, but neither was Andy, Pete and Joe were both still only halfway there. "Happy now?" He asked snarkily as he looked at Pete, taking note of the fact that Andy took his boxers off along with him and that made him feel a little less awkward about everything. 

"I'm very happy, actually. Thank you for asking," Pete hummed back, giving Patrick his most obnoxious smirk. He rolled his eyes and fought the urge to start bickering with him, but he figured that would kill the mood a little bit. They'd save it for another time. If there was anything they were for sure good at, it was arguing. Andy and Joe had to break them apart more than once before they really started fighting, but now was one of the few times when Patrick wanted to resist getting into it with Pete. Instead, he let his eyes wander a bit. He figured that would be okay, they were getting ready to touch each other which seemed like a step farther than just looking at one another. It felt weird to be staring at his bandmates naked from the waist down, but even weirder was the fact he decided their cocks fit them.

Joe's was the longest out of them all, thin and cut with a slight curve upwards that Patrick tried to not imagine hitting his prostate. Pete's was slightly shorter than Joe's, at least an inch or an inch and a half shorter. It wasn't exactly thick or thin, but it certainly leaned more towards the thin side. He was completely bare and it made Patrick wonder if he shaved or maybe waxed himself. What really caught Patrick's attention was a pair of shiny silver balls on either side of his head, a piercing going horizontally through it. It made Patrick cringe and shiver at the same time, imagining how painful it was and how good it would feel. Andy's was the shortest, but easily the thickest. The red hair around it was trimmed and soft-looking, cock almost five inches or so and balls hanging heavy even though he wasn't hard yet.

Patrick didn't really feel self-conscious about his size, but he did take notice of the fact he wasn't the longest nor the thickest out of them. He was definitely longer than Andy, but also less thick than him. But he was also thicker than Joe and Pete, though he was shorter than them. He was a decent size, don't get him wrong, just over six inches the last time he measured himself. His cock was also plump and a much lighter pink than the rest of them. His stomach pushed his cock downwards when he was hard, making it rest firmly against his snug balls. The hair around the area was thick, but not messy like Joe's. Out of all of them, he was the only one who wasn't circumcised and it made him feel a little out of place, though he knew deep down that nobody cared about whether he was cut or not except for himself. 

That thought was further solidified when Pete reached over, making the first move out of anyone, and wrapped his fingers around Patrick's cock gently. Patrick saw it coming, but the feeling still made him gasp quietly. He looked over at Pete, seeing him smiling at him so sincerely that he could've cried. That was so much of who Pete was, full of love and so much genuineness that it was almost overwhelming. Patrick made himself smile back, trying to just focus on how good it felt. It was awkward at first, Pete obviously wasn't used to jerking off someone who wasn't himself. At the end of the day, contact was contact and Patrick couldn't complain about someone rubbing his cock. Pete was clearly doing his best, testing out what movements gained what reaction and focusing on the ones that made Patrick gasp or squirm pleasantly. 

"Andy? Come here," Patrick encouraged, feeling a bit more bold and not wanting to seem selfish. He knew the point of this was taking care of each other and not just letting himself feel good. Andy smiled at him sweetly and stepped towards him, offering a quiet "hi" to ease the tension. "Hi," Patrick said back softly, feeling comforted by how calm and soft-spoken Andy was. He was a grounding anchor in an ocean of aggressive waves, holding Patrick in place and not letting him get swept away with the tide. "Just...Tell me what feels good," Patrick's voice was shaky as Pete stroked him a bit faster, feeling himself getting wet beneath his foreskin. Pete was a quick learner or maybe just really observant, but he caught onto what Patrick liked best and he took full advantage of it in the best ways possible. 

"Shit," Andy whispered when Patrick nervously wrapped a hand around his cock. "Here, baby. Let me have this for a second," He pulled Patrick's hand away from himself and Patrick felt himself getting embarrassed, wondering what he did wrong. "Can I spit on it?" He asked and Patrick nodded frantically, mind catching up with what was happening. He'd heard of that happening, cut guys needing lube or something else slick to help the slide feel better. It was weirdly hot when Andy licked from the base of his wrist and all the way up his fingers, finally taking a moment to spit into his palm. "There you go. Just do it like you do to yourself," He instructed and Patrick nodded. Just like to himself, he could definitely do that. He started slowly with his movements, trying to pump Andy to full hardness was a tad awkward, but he was determined. 

Andy let out a soft noise of pleasure and it was all that Patrick needed to keep going, deciding if it seemed to work then he might as well keep it the same. He jolted when Pete's hand reached out and grasped onto him a bit too roughly. The noise he let out was enough for Pete to loosen his hand a bit, fondling his cock more than anything at first. It was a weird feeling to be touched by someone else like this, especially when Pete's hand was so...Male. Bigger than a girl's and rougher. It was impossible to ignore that this was another guy touching him, but as he started to harden in Pete’s hand, he started caring less and less. Much to his surprise, Pete didn’t seem like he knew what he was doing. Fingertips brushed over his balls lightly and rubbed his cock awkwardly. But Patrick groaned when Pete’s finger pushed beneath his foreskin to rub at the sensitive head firmly. 

“Feels good,” Patrick nodded to him, knowing Pete thrived off of being told he was doing a good job. He grinned at the praise and took it as motivation to keep doing what he had been, running his fingertip through the precum beading at the slit. Once he was satisfied with the amount leaking, he moved his hand back to stroke Patrick’s cock fully. His movements were slow and steady as he stroked Patrick, finding the perfect speed and pressure. “Fuck, Pete. You’re doing so good,” He continued praising him, trying to make sure the movements of his own hand didn’t falter on Andy. It was overwhelming and a bit difficult to manage with so many things happening, but Patrick thought the mess of sensations was probably part of the appeal. It was definitely intense as he tried to keep up with everything, torn between the feeling of Pete rubbing him and Andy rutting into his hand. 

Pete seemed to be going through the same thing, hand pausing a bit when Joe wrapped his fingers around his cock as well. When Patrick looked at them, Joe was grinning at Pete with the most mischievous look he’d ever had. Patrick was suddenly glad that Joe wasn’t next to him, wondering if he’d be tormenting him like that as well. Pete was enjoying it, though. He was playing into it heavily, encouraging Joe to keep going and keep teasing him. Patrick tore his eyes away when faster motion caught his eye, looking to where Andy was now moving his hand a lot quicker along Joe’s cock. He wasn’t sure when Andy started touching him, but he wasn’t sure how Joe was even still standing. Andy’s hands were talented, speedy and rubbing in all the right ways. His wrist was twisting up near the head and Patrick could see the way Joe’s legs were trembling from the intensity. 

Every word disappeared from the air for a little while. Everyone was so focused on what they were doing and what they were feeling. Patrick took turns looking at each one of his bandmates, watching their expressions carefully, and closing his eyes altogether to just enjoy himself. His eyes only opened when he heard Joe letting out a nearly inhuman noise, peeking to see what was going on. He looked just in time to watch him covering Andy’s hand, body visibly shaking even from where Patrick was standing. He looked ready to double over with locked knees, unable to support his own body weight. It was a miracle he stayed standing at all, but Patrick couldn’t focus on being impressed. All he could focus on was how wrecked Joe looked as Andy stroked him through his orgasm, moving a bit slower and looser as overstimulation started to set in before eventually pulling away entirely. 

“Here. Come here,” Joe’s words shook as he spoke, failing to still sound bossy. But his hand was demanding as he gripped onto Andy’s wrist, basically dragging him closer to the middle of the circle. Patrick shifted closer naturally too, keeping his hand around Andy’s cock the best he could. Neither of them really knew what Joe was doing as he shoved Andy’s hand to Pete. “Lick,” He said simply and each one of them groaned at Joe’s words. Patrick thought he was about to die as Pete didn’t even hesitate, simply leaning down and licking a stripe off of Andy’s hand. Ever the overachiever, he didn’t stop there and just continued until Andy’s hand was spotless. Patrick was surprised he didn’t come while watching that and he was even more surprised Andy had managed to keep it together. If it had been him in that situation, he wouldn’t have been okay. “Good boys,” Joe grinned between them. 

"Play with my balls a little. Joey, come on. Play with 'em," Pete whined out needily, sounding dangerously close to getting off. It could easily be the last little push he needed. Joe's hand, slicked with precum and sweat, slid easily to his balls and held onto them gently. He rolled them around a bit and switched different pressures to see what worked best. Pete sounded like he was going insane as Joe did, squirming and moaning unashamedly. Patrick thought he could close his eyes and come just from listening to that. "Just like that. Fucking fuck. You're perfect," Pete rambled and it made everyone in the circle smile. Pete really did never shut up, even when he was a few moments away from coming all over his best friend's hand. Joe's thumb began rubbing over the sensitive skin there, rough fingertip dragging along the skin. 

"You know, Pete. If you were a girl? I'd be fucking you all the time," Joe murmured out, just loud enough for everyone to hear. Patrick choked on his spit, any other time, he'd be scandalized by hearing Joe say something so downright filthy. His cock only throbbed harder at the words now, though. "Bet you'd live for it too. You'd always be ready to take my cock," It was Andy's turn to make a noise, a strangled moan tearing through him before he could stop it. Of course, it didn't go unnoticed by Joe who looked up and grinned, his hand still working along Pete's balls and occasionally up to his cock again. "Do you like that idea, Hurls? Maybe you could eat him out for me first. Get his little pussy all wet and open before I fucked him," Joe's hand moved up to stroke his cock again and that was all it took for Pete to cry out, body seizing up as he spilled over Joe's fist. 

"Jesus. You're pretty," Andy's words were met with murmurs of agreement from the others in the circle, everyone watching transfixed as Pete squirmed around. Joe's hand had luckily stopped moving, fingers moving to press into Pete's mouth. The shorter man groaned around the fingers coated in his own come, happily sucking and licking at them until they were clean. "Just a little harder, Trick. Please?" Patrick smiled as he refocused his attention on Andy, barely pulling his eyes away from the sight in front of him. He thought it was sweet, how polite Andy was still being with a hand on his dick. "Thank you, shit. Just like that," He encouraged when Patrick tightened his grasp a bit, trying to avoid hurting the other. But Andy seemed happy with the pressure, head tipping back as Patrick stroked him a bit quicker as well. 

He looked gorgeous, broken down in a way that Patrick had never really seen him. Immediately, he decided the only thing he cared about was watching Andy get off. He'd never felt as determined as he did in that moment, hand stroking and fingers rubbing along his length in the way that Patrick knew he liked to feel on himself. He was so caught up in it, he wasn't even focused on Pete picking up his own movements again. Andy's breathing hitched and stalled, and Patrick knew he had to be getting close. Patrick twisted his hand a bit once he got close to the head and it was like something inside of Andy snapped. A breathy moan escaped him as he rutted into Patrick's hand, seeking the friction out as he came. It was weird, feeling someone else finishing in his hand, but he was captivated by the way it looked as Andy trembled through spurt after spurt. 

Patrick was already shaking as he pulled his hand away from Andy, being careful not to make a mess as he moved his hand to Pete’s mouth as well. He didn’t even need to be asked, just followed along with the tradition. And it almost killed him when Pete began licking his hand. Dark eyes peered up at him, lined messily with black eyeliner that was long since smudged, holding steady eye contact as a warm tongue shot out to lick slow stripes over his hand. Pete’s hand was also still relentless on his cock, stroking him a bit slower now and he was glad he was because Patrick easily could’ve finished there if he had been going any faster. All too soon, Pete was done and pulling away from Patrick’s hand. He wanted Pete to keep sucking and licking against his skin, maybe even letting him slip his fingers into his mouth and sucking on them as greedily as he had been licking. 

“Come on, baby. You’ve got one load left,” Joe murmured out, trying to make Pete continue jerking him off at the pace he held before. Pete grumbled back at him, complaining that his hand and wrist were beginning to hurt. Patrick suspected he was just tired after getting off. He was tempted to reach down and stroke himself instead, but he really wanted to get off in someone else’s hand like all the others got to. Pete tried to stroke him a little better, but the movements were still too light and too loose. It was obvious he was losing momentum and Patrick rocked into his hand, trying to remedy this and get himself closer to the edge. But Joe didn’t seem satisfied with Pete standing there while Patrick simply fucked into his hand, eyebrows furrowing a bit as he watched the scene unfolding in front of them. Pete caught onto this, stroking Patrick with renewed vigor. 

"Wentz. Either make him bust in your hand and take it that way or get down and suck him off," Joe told him in the most nonchalant way Patrick had ever heard. But he didn't have time to focus on how unphased Joe sounded because those words and that hand sent him over the edge. Without thinking, he stuck a hand underneath the head of his cock and came into his own hand. Pete's wasn't going to catch even half of it. His mind felt short-circuited, seemingly moving on autopilot as he held his cupped hand up to Pete. "Go ahead, baby. Last one," Joe's words had turned into something softer and more forgiving, almost sweet. Pete leaned a moment later, licking through the warm mess on Patrick's hand. Between his legs, Patrick felt his own cock twitching and threatening to harden again. Luckily, he didn't while Pete finished cleaning his hand off for him, swallowing dutifully. 

"Good boy," Joe encouraged, stepping closer to Pete. It was grounding to have them both so close and Patrick felt a strange sense of comfort in his friends, not allowing himself to freak out about this in the afterglow of getting off. "Don't worry. You can suck it out of him next time," Joe grinned against Pete's ear, pressing a kiss right behind it. Whatever submissiveness Pete found while he was caught up in messing around with them seemed to be lost immediately, elbowing Joe hard in the ribs. Joe doubled over with a wheeze, but Patrick noted he was still laughing as he did so. "Brat," Joe choked out in between fighting for breath and laughing. Looking over at Andy, Patrick shared an exasperated look with him and shook his head. Even after everything, Joe and Pete were still their idiots. Maybe things hadn't changed as much as Patrick thought they would. 

[rhubarb-mage]

First lines - Take This To Your Grave (Fall Out Boy)

Part 2/2.

[cadencewishes]

day 24

[songshowdown]

Favorite FOB Song?

Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued vs The Pros and Cons of Breathing

[falloutsunflowerboy]

Today's Fall Out Boy song of the day is… The Pros And Cons Of Breathing! from the album Take This To Your Grave!

[dippedanddripped]

For the second year, Hurley announces its title sponsorship of the Hurley Pro Sunset Beach 2023 in North Shore, Oahu. The world’s best surfers are heading to the iconic open-ocean Hawaiian break to compete in this men’s and women’s world championship event, the second stop on the tour, and an event that will set the competitive tone for the rest of the year.

The Hurley Pro Sunset Beach not only honors the world’s best surfing, but also the North Shore of Oahu, Hawaii, artists, and local surfers. To celebrate, Hurley will drop three new capsules to coincide with the event. The first celebrates Hurley’s epic big wave surfer and paddle boarder, Kai Lenny, with a new performance-based collection of hooded performance surf tops, boardshorts, and tees all geared to help consumers reach their full potential in the water.

The second collection supports five-time WSL Champion and Olympic Gold Medalist Carissa Moore, with a new Moore Aloha collection of swimwear and a line-up of local activations. This is Hurley’s third collaboration with Moore. The collection incorporates prints designed by local Hawaiian artist, Aloha De Mele, inspired by the beauty of islands, from the hibiscus and plumeria prints to the floral leis. The capsule pays homage and respect to the land Moore loves and calls home, and supports her Moore Aloha foundation which helps young girls be themselves.

The third collab partners with Oahu-based artist and surfer, Nick Kuchar, known for his vintage-inspired art, with new Phantom boardshorts, shirts, and tees. The launch will coincide with the event and will be available this summer.

“Hurley first began as a premier brand known for surf, skate, and snow. We are now proud to also be known for supporting local artists and the inspirational work they create,” says COO and co-founder of Bluestar Alliance, Hurley’s parent company, Ralph Gindi. “Hurley truly is a global lifestyle brand, and we believe having a strong presence in art and music is equally as important as the action sports side,” he adds. This year’s event poster was created by Hurley’s own talented team of designers who were inspired to put a futuristic spin on the iconic wave. Local retailers are embracing the art, including Hawaiian Island Creations, which is featuring it for their advertising on Hawaiian Airlines.

Team Hurley is pleased to support its own surfers in this year’s event including Carissa Moore, Gabriella Bryan, Connor O’Leary, Jake Marshall, and Filipe Toledo.

The holding period for the Hurley Pro Sunset Beach, which is the second stop of the 2023 Championship Tour, is from February 12 to February 23, 2023. The event will be broadcasted live on WorldSurfLeague.com, WSL’s YouTube channel, and on the free WSL app. Also, check local listings for coverage from the WSL’s broadcast partners.

For more information, visit www.Hurley.com and www.WorldSurfLeague.com.

[3rdeyeblaque]

On November 26th we venerate Elevated Ancestor & Hoodoo Saint Mama Sojourner Truth on the 140th anniversary of her passing 🕊

An abolitionist, Womens’ Rights activist, & itinerant evangelist, Mama Sojourner Truth truly lived up to her name as one of the fiercest, relentless, & unstoppable pro-abolitionist voices of the 19th Century.

Given the name, Isabella, at birth, Mama Truth was born around 1797 to Dutch-speaking enslaved parents on Colonel Ardinburgh Hurley's plantation in Ulster County, NY. The actual date of her birth remains unknown. At the age of 9 she was sold away from her parents. She was passed through the hands of several slavers across NY State before ending up with the Dumonts. As was the case for most enslaved folks in the rural North, Isabella was forcibly isolated from other slaves and suffered physical & sexual abuse at the hands of the Dumonts.

Alone in the nearby woods, she found peace. Here, she'd speak to Spirit/God. Inspired by her many conversations with Spirit, one day in 1826, she walked away from Dumont Farm to freedom. Although the journey tempted her to return to the Dumonts, she stayed the course after she was struck by a vision of a man she identified as Jesus, during which she felt "baptized in the Holy Spirit," and thus gained the strength & confidence to push on. Like countless Ancestors before her, Isabella called on Spirit & supernatural forces for the power to survive her conditions.

Eventually, she married & birthed 5 children. On July 4, 1827, the NY State Legislature emancipated the enslaved, including Isabella & her children. Yet the Dumont family who "owned" her, refused to comply. Before dawn the next morning, with her youngest baby cradled in her arms, she sought refuge 5 miles away with an abolitionist family. During her time there, she converted to Pentecostal and joined their local Methodist church.

She later then moved again, this time with one of her eldest sons, Peter, in NYC wherein by day she worked as a live-in domestic. Here she found & joined a religious cult called, The Kingdom. It's leader, Matthias, beat Isabella and forced her to take on the heaviest workload. Soon thereafter she became a Pentecostal preacher. Her faith and preaching along with her life story as an emancipated slave drew the attentions of abolitionists & women's rights crusaders. Her speeches were not political by nature. They were based on her unique interpretation - as a woman and a former slave -of the Christian Bible.

On June 1st 1863, Sojourner Truth was born. Isabella took on this new name for herself as she headed East to, “exhort the people to embrace Jesus, and refrain from sin". She lived in a utopian community called, The Northampton Association for Education & Industry, which was devoted to transcending class, race, & gender. She preached at camp meetings for a few years before the community was dissolved. Even though the community lasted less than five years, many highly influential & reform-minded individuals visited the Northampton community; including prolific abolitionist leaders such as Frederick Douglass & William Lloyd Garrison.

Through these connections, she began to speak at public events on behalf of slave abolition and women’s rights. Eventually, this compelled her infamous 1851,“Ar’nt I A Woman” speech at a Women’s Rights Convention in Akron, OH. This was a significant moment in the sociopolitical climate of the country at the time because, for the first time for most, "slave" became equated to women & "woman" became equated to Black. She became increasingly involved on the issue of Women's suffrage, but eventually separated her voice from leaders such as Susan B. Anthony & Elizabeth Cady Stanton one they asserted that they would not support the Black vote if Women were not also granted the same right.

In 1857, Mama Truth purchased a house with the help of friends in a small Spiritualist community called, Harmonia, near Battle Creek, MI. Here she lived thriving the years of supporting hwrself thrift paid speaking events, selling photographs of herself, publishing her book titled, "Narrative of Sojourner Truth" which was written by an amanuensis, as she was illiterate.

Once the Civil War began, Mama Truth pushed for the inclusion of Blacks in the Union Army, which was not intitially the case. She then poured her energy into gathering food & clothing supplies for the underserved volunteer regiments of Black Union soldiers. This is when the plight freed slaves captured her attention, as many of whom were living in refugee camps in Washington D.C.. Mama Truth embarked on a round-trip journey from her home near Battle Creek,MI to D.C. to meet with President Abraham Lincoln to discuss the conditions of the freedmen refugees in D.C. & across the North.

After the Civil War, she championed the idea of a colony for freed slaves out West where they could galvanize their desires to become self-reliant. Mama Truth garnered numerous signatures for her petition urging the U.S. Government to provide land for this endeavor. Although she presented this petition to then President Ulysses S. Grant, her mission never materialized. Nevertheless, in the Fall of 1879, a large migration of Southern freedmen ventured westward to start begin life anew. Mama Truth saw this as God's Divine Plan for our people. Despite her old age, Mama Truth traveled to Kansas to help them. Four years later, Mama Sojourner Truth passed away at her home near Battle Creek, MI. She was believed to be 86.

"How came Jesus into the world? Through God who created him and woman who bore him. Man, where is your part? But the women are coming up blessed by God and few of the men are coming up with them. But man is in a tight place, the poor slave is on him, woman is coming on him, and he is surely between a hawk an' a buzzard." - Sojourner Truth @ the 1851 Ohio Women's Convention.

We pour libations & give 💐 today as we celebrate Mama Truth her selfless service and pioneering vision for the freedom & self-determination of our people. May her life be a reminder of: the power of stillness & deep meditation, to lead with Spirit, & the grit of perseverance that's alive in our blood.

Offering suggestions: woodland soil, water, Pentecostal prayers/ scripture, read/share her speeches & written words.

‼️Note: offering suggestions are just that & strictly for veneration purposes only. Never attempt to conjure up any spirit or entity without proper divination/Mediumship counsel.‼️

[wntrpeachmp3]

thoughts on s2 of LOST:

first off, this is just excellent television !

those last few episodes had me on the edge of my seat.

why am I so into the ana lucia & jack pairing? they just *work* for me and I wish we'd have gotten to see more of them together.

ana lucia really bugged me in the beginning, but more so because of the acting. she just felt intense in every single moment without nuance. I just needed her to stop and breathe for a moment, and she did, and I love her for it! wish she was around a bit longer.

and the tailies had it so, so rough. the losties were basically in paradise compared to them. no wonder ana lucia was so on edge.

the jack/kate/sawyer love triangle could've been worse, but I like all three of them for the most part so it's not super frustrating and i'm not torn between teams/pro one pairing and anti the other. I also find it much juicier if I think of jack as the apex and not kate. like, jack's obsessed with them, and they're obsessed with Jack and they're all obsessed with each other, and it works???

rousseau, come back . . .

and alex . . . i'm never gonna think tania raymonde isn't gorgeous. ever since I saw her on that one s1 episode of that's so raven with her cute telekinetic weirdo vibes, I've been in awe every time I've seen her.

charlie & claire . . . what are we doing? as characters, they're just not doing it for me, though at least charlie's allowed to have fun dynamics with other characters. i'm gonna need claire to be more involved, like in her flashback episode with ethan where she was with on a mission with kate & rousseau.

saw a reddit comment that said mr eko was more john locke than john himself was (at the moment, at least) and fair.

interesting things happen when desmond's onscreen.

michael . . . disappears for 5+ episodes for that to happen . . . felt the fear, but not the guilt. and the guilt would mean some form of remorse. but that doesn't seem to be all there.

hurley was cool, i guess. and libby's cute.

jin + sun = smiley face from me.

rose & bernard were somehow cuter when they were apart.

ms klugh: "for someoone who wants their child back so badly, you don't seem to know much about him" how could I not stan? she got him so good, damn. had me shook and everything.

"henry" was played so well and i'm very, very intrigued.

sayid's likely to have 75% of the brain cells at all given times.

oh, shannon, bestie . . . #neverforget

what is the dharma initiative exactly and what do they do?? who are the others, and what are they doing???

won't lie, i was bored of some of the flashbacks. but when they're good, the episode is so rich with interesting character work.

that's all !

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People I want to get to know better:

Thank you so much for tag @thelostkelpie ❤️

Last song: Eurydice from Kaos. It was the last track to play while I walked my collie this morning. Meaning it got stuck on rotate in my mind ALL DAY. I've caught myself humming it so many times, or randomly belting it out at the most inconvenient moments. (Appoligies innocent bystander at the supermarket checkout. 🙈) Damn you Dan Smith.

Favorite colours: Not that this will come as a surprise to anyone, but red. Any shade.

Currently watching: A few things, I'm a creature of varied tastes. I'm currently working my way through the new season of Rings of Power. Am on my (third?) rewatch of Kaos. Live and love pro wrestling 52 weeks of the year. And I'm just starting a horror film binge on the run up to Halloween. 😁

Last movie: Starve Acre, an adaptation of a novel by one of my favorite folk horror authors, Andrew Michael Hurley. Matt Smith and Morfydd Clark slowly succumbing to the horrors in an isolated moorland farmhouse... With a morally ambiguous hare. Twas marvelous, higly recommended.

Sweet/Spicy/Salty: As with everything in my life, it's highly dependant on how I feel at any given moment.

Relationship status: Happily married for two years as of tomorrow. 😊

Current obsession: Kaos, it's buried its way into my brain, dumped everything else it found there into the incinerator. Made itself comfortable and now refuses to leave. Polite eviction notices have been being brazenly ignored. I am certifiably doomed.

Last thing I goggled: Male nude model. For disappointingly unsalacious reasons. 😆 I like to go old school when I fanart and see real people holding the poses I'm going to draw. It helps me get the proportions/shading right.

Tagging if it tickles your fancy? @missmacfire @midnightmindcave @hotshotsxyz @randomcoolstuffthatilike @crimsalwaysawake @pickurpoisons-blog and @sseanettles

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call me Xen, Puppy, Vsevolod, Pansy, Ghoul or just G

He/They/Xe/It and She for close friends (i use any and all neopronouns) and Er/Es

20 years old (May 14)

slavic german (belarus/polish)

horny on main (filter #mdni)

aroace transexual faggot with objectum tendencies (fictosexual/romantic and aegosexual/romantic and proculsexual/romantic) and pluralgender

t4t pussy4pussy transsexual (reclaiming it for myself) 👍🏻

butch boy dyke girl fag nonbinary tranny who wants to eradicate cisgenders, girl fundashi, male fujoshi, girl yaoi and boy yuri enjoyer, professional tranny, professional NEET, president of the leathermouth fanclub, male misandrist, obese and happy with myself (fuck diets), insane about cannibalism and its eroticism, Youngblood Chronicles enjoyer

If you see me post something extremly concerning and unhinged i probably had a drug relapse. it happens

semispeaking disabled level 2 autistic / cripple punk who is tired of ableds (use tonetags like /s or /srs for me)

Host of a DID System (18 alters currently known)

Future bassist and drummer

DNI and tag list under read more

Other interests are: Kpop, TF2, EARLY! PATD, fanfiction, genshin impact :( ,making fun of Frank Iero in a gay way, Pierce The Veil, being feral over Bert from The Used, Basement era Gerard Way, being hrony about Leathermouth Frank, bullets era MCR and TTYG FOB, Andrew Hurley labret and tongue piercing, Pencey Prep, Arma Angelus, Punk music, Peterick posting, Grant Morrison, black metal (NOT THE RACIST/HORRIBLE ONES)

I do selfship with celebrities BUT i respect their families and spouses and know i will never have a chance with them its just a silly little faggot thing i do

DNI

waycest shipper (kys), brendon urie, msi or lindsey ballato fan/apologist, proshipper, general dni stuff (transphobe, racist, general bigot) call yourself punk without engaging in punk politics/arent anti-authoritarianism/anti direct action, if ur under 16 don’t follow me oh my god or interact with my nsfw posts, self proclaimed “liberals”, anti sex work and prostitution, demonize drug addicts, demonize schizophrenia and other disorders, pro-israel, radqueers, associate with lakemichiganlolita, padawanryan and similar users, engage in CNC/ageplay/raceplay/fauxcest/stepsiblings things like that (die one million deaths)

how and what i tag:

Frank: #frankie tag

Gerard: #gee way tag

Frank&Gee together: #pissnvinegar

Ray: #ray tag

Mikey: #mikey fucking way

mcr in general: #mai homosexual romance / #my homosexual romance

Andy: #andy tag

Joe: #joe schmoe tag

Patrick: #patricky stumpy

Pete: #peter schmeter tag

Pete&Patrick together: #half doomed and semi sweet

fob in general: #my 4 bfs

Anthony Green: #ant tony tag

LS Dunes: #bisexual dilf band

Bert Mccracken: #release the mccracken

Jepha: #babygirl jepharee

the used as a whole: #used not broken

gabe saporta: #gabey baby UNUSED UNTIL HE GETS A GRIP. FREE PALESTINE

travie mccoy: #travie mccoy

ryan ross: #victorian child laborer

laura jane grace: #my queen

geoff rickly: #british looking american

pencey prep: #pencey prep

arma angelus: #arma angelus

for my soul :): #kat tag