#nonblacks DNI

[remnants]

duke thomas doesn't need an airheaded billionaire persona. all he needs to do is hit em with the "so because i'm black i must be the signal? 🤨😒" and he'll have all of gotham SILENT.

[thottybrucewayne]

Nonblacks will see something that says "THIS IS FOR THE NIGGAS STRICTLY FOR THE NIGGAS, THIS IS FOR THE NIGGAS, THE REAL NIGGAS." And still, reblog that shit like whoa...

[threemouthedcanine]

I just feel like if you as a black person say something catty about other black people and a bunch of white MLs show up at your door going "yesss say that call out those overly identitarian idpol using histrionic nigg--i mean people"

I think you fucked up! I think you misstepped somewhere! Like if you're looking around and the people clapping hardest are all nonblack you are wrong, that shit you said was goofy, and you should take it back.

[ID in ALT]

[angelsaxis]

"you need to watch this video of this Black woman being brutally murdered to understand how bad it is" right and we had to see Mike Browns body and we had to watch the Tamir Rice murder and we had to see George Floyds murder for all 7 or 8 minutes and Tyre Nichols' breathing death at the hands of five Black cops had to be broadcast at 7 PM during the week and you don't HAVE to see all this Black death and you HAVE to see the way the world hates us and you HAVE to see how quick police are to finalize their view that we are not human and you HAVE hear our screams and cries and humiliation and desperation and pleas for mercy and apologizing and begging, right. the articles and transcripts describing what happens in perfect detail simply aren't enough. It's gruesome but you have to watch the lynching video. for awareness. To understand.

But you don't have to do anything about it, do you? You don't have to march. You don't have to protest. You don't have to do sit ins or die ins and you don't have to disrupt anything and you don't have to make noise. You don't even have to call for police abolition. You don't have to donate to any GoFundMes or organizations or mutual aid efforts and you don't even have to spread the links yourself. You don't really have to listen to Black people outside the times our gruesome deaths are being broadcast, and even then you only have to listen with half an ear. You don't have to follow any Black radicals or read about them. You don't have to fight against police violence and police brutality. You don't have to learn the history. You don't have to see the patterns. You don't have to hold anyone accountable.

You don't have to help us, but you have to watch us die.

[my-hoodoo-library]

Created a discord for those interested in Hoodoo, Voodoo and African American Spiritual Community

So every time I shared the link it expired after 7 days, just found out I could edit the link to where it never expires! This link will last forever and will be pinned on my blog.

[afronime]

THIS IS FOR BLACK READERS!! NONBLACK READERS DNI!!!

Hobie Brown retwisting your locs and trying to convince you to keep the grown out look because it’s punk, even though it’s been 3 months since your last retwist!!!

Hobie does it effortlessly and beautifully. He says he used to have locs like yours until he decided to make them into wicks further down his journey to look more afro-punk

Hobie Brown hyping you up after the fresh retwist (and hyping himself up since he did it, cocky bastard)

just Hobie Brown with a partner with locs

[fat-psychward-sockgrippussy333]

feel like some of you racially ambiguous girlies need to be called out a bit more for the "jokes" you make about black bodies (especially w black women- black bodies period but mostly it's a field day with black women)

I've noticed it more in black kink/ black sex work corners...but you make those jokes with your predominantly white audience and friends and get a pass because...yeeeaaaa.

Y'all hoes are so lame and weird...the only time you interact with black content is to joke about it...but anyway run your circus ig

[robotpussy]

have to bring this out every 2 weeks

[sukibenders]

LMAO! I love my people so much! 😂

[blackfilmmakers]

"Mom-ala" nigga?

[poptart-productions]

『 002 | training corps : mikasa 』

[snk series]

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↳ ❝ [summary] ¡! ❞

after making your first friend in armin arlert , you find yourself drawn to the enigmatic mikasa ackermann—though it appears she doesn’t like you all that much

↳ ❝ [content] ¡! ❞

black fem! reader ; first person p.o.v ; jealous / tsundere ( ? ) mikasa ; eren and armin x reader content ; training / sparring ; language ; sasha , ymir & christa ( and connie ig ) x reader content ; awkward interactions ; anxiety attack / blood

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now playing:

[reluctant heroes]-[hiroyuki sawano]

0:00 ❍─────── 3:18

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✧;── 002 ──;✧

I DIDN’T WANT TO GET MY HOPES UP AT THE TIME—BUT I SUSPECTED THAT THOSE TWO WERE MY FRIENDS.

armin arlert and eren jaeger.

i’d only known them for a short while but i felt close to them ; maybe it was the way armin shared his dreams and aspirations with me.

it was the night we met , after he’d stumbled out of the mess hall , wishing me a happy birthday.

“[y/n] , right? i knew it was you”

my throat dried up and the grip on the tray tightened , “yeah , it’s me—i thought you didn’t . . .remember me”

he fidgets with his hands behind his back , a small chuckle pulling at his lips ,“i did! i just—i was just worried you wouldn’t recognize me”

“—but i wanted to thank you again for saving me” i mumbled ‘you’re welcome’ , and armin raced to fill the impending silence , “i’m sorry i was eavesdropping just now”

“no , that’s okay.”

we stood there , staring at each other until the end-of-supper bell rang.

i discarded the remains of the “food” and walked away , relieved that the interaction was over.

all that tension crept back into my muscles when i realized we were headed in the same direction.

i drew in a long , exasperated breath.

i should say something.

i then turned to armin with an equally exasperated expression , “so—which regiment are you going into after graduation?”

“the scouting regiment”

some of the tension rolled off my shoulders , and i stared at armin wide-eyed ,“me too. . .!” “. . .it’s just that—i want to help.”

“me too” armin’s smile deepened , “well , i suppose some of it is me wanting to go outside”

“it’s always been my dream to see what’s out there—i know it’s st—“ “—it’s good to have dreams.”

he looked startled by my sudden interruption , ears dusted pink , “. . .thanks.”

“hey , armin!” it was one of armin’s closest friends.

the boy ; the tall one with pretty eyes.

he stopped approaching when he noticed me , “lights out soon.” he turned to armin , who nodded his head , “right , sorry.”

armin’s friend glanced at me , and i waved at him.

he stays silent , squinting his eyes at me ,“hey , aren’t you that nosebleed gi—“ armin nudged him in the ribs , “—right.”

“i’m eren jaeger.”

“[y/n] [l/n].”

it was completely silent after that.

exhausted , i kept walking toward the girls’ dorms , “i’m gonna turn in for now. goodnight , you two” i threw a wave over my shoulder.

“[y/n]!” armin called after me , and i turned back to him , “you can call me armin , if you want” a bashful smile was playing on his lips.

i smiled back ,“i will.”

we’d been attached at the hip ever since.

armin was so sweet and attentive ; he always wanted to ask me about myself—though i preferred to listen to him.

armin is a genius—he taught me something new every day , and he excelled in any written exam or class.

the way he spoke about his dreams was enthralling ; the way he’d look at me starry-eyed , and would speak until he was out of breath.

and eren—despite his belligerent exterior , i found him to be delightfully boyish , in a way—in a lot of ways.

the way he’d giggle and punch my arm when we took turns trading friendly jabs at one another.

the way he’d get so competitive—and most times about the most insignificant things ; once demanding a rematch for an eating contest i didn’t actually know i was competing in.

they were always so eager to help me and others–even eren , though it was sometimes followed by teasing on his part.

they were so refreshing , and the more time i spent with them the more others made an effort to talk to me.

even now , i could never dream of paying them back.

but of course , i can't speak about those two without mentioning mikasa ackermann ; the third of armin’s friend group , and the best recruit in the trainee corps.

her connection to those two—particularly with eren—can’t be underestimated.

the three are childhood friends , and they were always together.

though she was stoic with me and others , she was loyal and caring in her own way.

she would often fret over her friends —asking if armin was alright , or where eren was.

in addition to being an amazing friend , she was a very formidable opponent—in every sense of the term.

i knew to keep my head down around her after she threw the two-hundred-pound reiner braun over her shoulder like a backpack.

my general weariness around ackermann was worsened by the fact that she didn’t appear to like me all that much—only confirming my suspicions the first day she spoke to me.

everyone gathered in the mess hall for breakfast , and i took my new spot between eren and armin.

eren nudged me , “—heard you were m.i.a during drills again.”

he spoke in between bites , “don’t speak with your mouth full , eren.”

the sudden sound of ackermann’s voice startled me ; she’d stopped eating and turned to eren—but it still felt like she was staring through him.

she knitted her eyebrows together and i turned away , waiting for eren’s response.

he grumbled something about wishing she’d stop treating him like her ‘kid brother’

i then answered eren’s comment, “—yeah , i got another nosebleed.”

it seems that eren took ackermann’s words to heart , as he finished chewing before speaking , “i figured as much. . .”

“what’s the deal with that anyway?” he continued , “you’ve been getting nosebleeds for the past—what—fifteen years?”

“it’s getting seriously worrisome. it’s shaping up to be a chronic illness at this rate” armin added , leaning over the table to look at me.

“i guess i never really thought about it all that much.” i then made the mistake of letting the conversation die out.

i made the second mistake of prodding ackermann by asking , “so—ackermann—how is your morning so far?”

“the same.” she stirs her soup with vigor, fingers clenched around the spoon.

my mind was racing desperately for another subject to divert attention to , when i remembered that i hadn’t shown them [b/n]’s gift.

i smiled as i fished the necklace from my breast pocket , and the two eyed me curiously.

“oh? what’s this?” eren studied the pendant , “can i see it?” he asked , but didn’t wait for an answer before snatching it from my hand.

he held the jewel up to his right eye , looking back at me with a grin , “is your brother rich?”

“no!” i punched his arm , “it. . .” i averted my gaze , “it was my mother’s.”

eren gave it back to me , and i started fumbling with it behind my neck–a failed attempt at putting it on.

eren snorted , “here,” before scooting closer to me ; his cold fingers grazed my collar in his efforts to clasp the necklace shut.

when he backed away , i smiled down at the crystal , murmuring a ‘thank you’.

armin’s eyes creased in his smile, “it’s beautiful.”

“yeah , it looks great.” eren nods.

ackermann dropped her spoon on her tray—and it was purposeful—the clatter halting all conversation at that table for a moment.

when i glanced over to see what the sound was , i found myself paralyzed ; gripped by her menacing aura.

she looked upon me with such disgust.

i’m sorry , “i–” i tried to speak.

i finally tore my eyes away from hers , digging my nails into the wood beneath my fingers–i was losing more oxygen than i was taking in.

“[y/n]?” armin leans toward me , gingerly placing a hand on my shoulder.

i gripped his wrist , squeezing until he was forced to let me go—but i didn’t , “ow—that hurts—“

i only released my grip when blood pooled into my mouth ; i recoiled at the taste as i stared at him , eyes wide as dinner plates.

i looked down , bowing my head , “excuse me.” with that , i got up and walked away.

“mikasa!” i heard eren scolding her behind me.

i kept moving forward without a clear destination in sight , only stopping when i reached the girls’ dormitory.

i’d been curled up on my bunk for god knows how long , staring ahead—trying to ask myself why i reacted the way i did.

“[l/n]?” i jumped at the sound of a girl’s voice , startled.

i looked up to find a petite girl that i knew as christa lenz. up until that moment , i’d never talked to her , but i did know that she was particularly popular among male recruits.

lenz maintains a respectful distance as she asks , “you left the mess hall in a hurry ; are you alright?” “yeah—i’m fine.”

she nods , though it's clear she wasn't all that convinced , “well , i’m glad.”

“we’re. . .” she pulled her hair back , “about to start drills soon.”

“thanks.” i wiped my face with my sleeve , stretching as i stood up.

“hey ,” a girl enters the dorm , greeting us without a second thought.

“good morning , sasha!” lenz beamed.

it’s sasha braus—as i thought.

the brunette from dauper , although most knew her as the ‘potato girl’.

she was given the nickname after being caught by commander shadis eating a potato on the first day of basic training.

christa and i stared as she finished her snack in silence.

it’s on her way out of the dorm that she stops in her tracks , “what are you two doing in here all alone. . .-”

her hand flies to cover her mouth ; we only stare at her as she glances between us.

she slowly dropped her hand , “does ymir know?”

“—do i know what?”

just like that , another girl comes sauntering into the room ; she eyes me and braus suspiciously as she approaches.

i knew of her ; the freckled one who usually keeps to herself. she only pipes up when lenz is involved in some way.

she stopped in front of me before gesturing for sasha to go on ; sasha–naturally–responded by loudly “whispering” , “christa’s cheating on you.”

ymir glanced at me , tilting her head and squinting her eyes at me.

she chokes back a laugh as she pats the top of my head , “she looks like she’s been crying ; i doubt these two were up to anything”

“besides,” she punches braus in the back “--ow!” “christa would never do anything like that” “—what did i do?!” “—ymir! cut that out!”

i managed to slip out unnoticed during all the commotion , finding myself chuckling to myself while heading to the field.

i thought they were funny.

i like them.

✧;── 🕰️ ──;✧

“yoo-hoo—[l/n]—are you in there?” i blinked “—yes!?”

my vision focused on braus , who was currently waving her hand in front of my face.

she sits back down , and i tilt my head at her , “what is it , sasha?”

“are you. . .” she lifts her shaky index finger , pointing toward my tray , “gonna eat that?”

of course she’d ask me that

i sigh , “sure” she snatched the bread off my tray , slamming her hand down with incredible force, “you’re the best!”

pressing my lips together , i push my tray aside and rest my head in my hands.

lenz and ymir trade glances before the blonde leans toward me , “you seem out of it , are you okay?”

“yeah—“ i sigh , “i just have a problem i’m trying to find the solution to”

“is it about jaeger?” i looked up to find ymir mirroring my pose ; i found my eyebrows knitting themselves together , “what makes you say that?”

ymir snickered , “you normally sit by him—and he’s been looking over here the whole time

she leans over the table , narrowing her eyes at me , “lover’s quarrel?” the smaller girl nudged her, “ymir!”

“no , it’s about ackermann , actually” ymir paused, “i think she hates me.” i continued.

“i don’t particularly blame her.” the girl shrugged , “she was always with him before you came along.”

ymir raised her brows at me , and i stared back at her—puzzled.

“what?” i immediately began stuttering out nonsense about how it’s ‘not like that’—which i’m sure only made me look worse.

now finished with her food , braus finally rejoined the conversation , “what are we talking about?”

the three of us all stop and stare at her as she looks around , confused.

she never got her answer , as we were interrupted , “hey guys—“ a male recruit comes walking up to the table with his tray.

“hey connie.” braus greeted , not looking away from us.

“jean’s being a sore loser ; can i sit here for now?” “sure.” “great , thanks”

i glance up at connie , taking in his appearance ; his shaved head was his most prominent feature.

he was the only recruit with a buzz cut , so i recognized him quickly.

right , the kid who got the salute wrong. that incident happened right before braus’s potato-related blunder.

i giggled to myself , and that’s when connie noticed me ; he stopped eating and stared at me ,

he then probably realized that he was being rude , “hey. . . ?” he greeted , “hello.” i greeted him.

he leans towards braus , and the two proceed to loudly whisper in front of me , “since when are you friends with her?” “since she shared her food with me”

“but isn’t she like—really weird?” “no!”

as they continued , i looked over to find ymir and christa looking exasperated and confused.

clearing my throat , i maintain eye contact with connie as he trailed off , “. . .sorry.”

“i’m connie springer.”

“[y/n]. . .[l/n]”

the table’s conversation continued like normal , but my mind wandered off.

maybe ymir was onto something before we got interrupted.

ackermann may be getting the wrong idea about my feelings for eren.

it’s a misunderstanding,

i can fix it.

↳ ❝ [nova’s notes + tags] ¡! ❞

next one’s gonna be long so it’ll take awhile

in the meantime , i wanna rewrite the rockstar au bc it’s so corny lol

@y-yinyang , @cafesho , @blackdxggr , @bambam1sa

[kalisbaby]

Y'all negroes still making jokes about other Black people's names????

*NON-BLACK PEOPLE DON'T INTERACT*

[angelsaxis]

The white folks in TCT funny as hell for watching a nigga get shot to death and not thinking automatically replacing him would raise any alarms 😭

[my-hoodoo-library]

Created a discord for those interested in Hoodoo, Voodoo and African American Spiritual Community

[odysseys-blood]

"why this [insert emoji] look so mad" LOOK WHO CANT SAY NIGGA!!!!!!

[duchlena]

i feel like ppl know when they DEADASS wrong. stud = BLACK lesbian . bffr.