#poc belle

[lilibetbabydeux]

[yinlotus]

Afro-American / Soulaan Culture: Bayasoube / Black Southern Belles

[yourdailyqueer]

Uriah Bell

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: 28 December 1978

Ethnicity: African American

Occupation: Writer, poet, activist, publisher

[need-grows-teeth]

1. pose, ryan murphy/ 2. so we must meet apart, jennifer s. cheng/ 3. pen15, maya erskine, 4&6. your best american girl, mitski/ 5. precious, lee daniels/ 7. bones and all, luca guadagnino/ 8. the crane wife, cj hauser

[mawecking]

Damn... As a poc Micah fan who does not tolerate his racism and all his rotten vices... You're a real one, you hit the nail on the head. You get it

you get me…. i tried really hard to hate micah as a character and his fans bc i REALLY wanted to be one of those morally righteous rdr2 fans but i CANT he is way too pathetic for me to ignore like he’s full of potential and i fucking love all the micah artists I’ve seen on tumblr so far 🙏 ive also seen like 2 poc ocs being shipped with micah on the tl an eagle and otter themed one i Think and it’s just so Dope. shoutout to ppl who hate his guts and simultaneously make the best content of him ever

[waambles]

Ppl who actively like/fangirl/draw Micah weird me out. Idk about y’all but I was instantly disgusted by him the second he showed up lmao. Maybe I’m just not white enough to tolerate him 💀💀

[missv4mpsdiary]

SLORP

[coltercowboy]

thoughts on micah bell??

oh, dear.

personally, i hate him very, very much. i don't think i even need to explain why. however, i do like him as a character. rdr2 definitely would not be the same without him, and peter blomquist did an outstanding job bringing him to life.

i just don't see the appeal. there's probably a lot more i could get into, but i hate him in a good way.

[olameni]

I have had bell hooks’ All About Love stuck in my spirit for a few months.

It is a powerful exhortation of Love as an ethic. I’m struggling with it not because I wish to be petty and vengeful but because loving is so painful.

In my younger years in my love for my people and love of justice, I set out to change the world. I read and studied and argued and organized. In my 30s I feel impotent as it seems that that the only thing that has changed is my understanding of precisely how cruel this world is.

I fear that I have studied myself into depression and anxiety.

Any yet hooks would have me love anyhow. She would have me reinforce my empathy so that I may learn to be resilient. To remind me of all the things worth saving.

She is right of course. But still it hurts

[afrogrunge]

[manufacturedrainbows]

Finally finished the New Years drawing!! 🎉🎊✨️Otherwise known as the sequel to that comic I made about Belle~

From left to right we have Belle (she/her), Yariel (he/him), Dallas (he/him) and Zariah (she/her)

It's not very often I can afford to go all out on my drawings, so I spent a lot of time rendering and adding details! Drawing the meals kicked my ass - I've never drawn food before so I looked at a ton of references 😅 Tbh I had to force myself to stop trying to make it perfect and just post it already 🧍

Hope you guys like this one!! It's gonna be a while before I put all my effort into another drawing so I'll probably repost this one often LMAO

And Happy New Year!! 🖤

[buddiebeginz]

A Different World Cast Jet Magazine 1993

[5starsaint]

[yourdailyqueer]

bell hooks (deceased)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Queer

DOB: 25 September 1952  

RIP: 15 December 2021

Ethnicity: African American

Occupation: Writer, activist, professor

Note: Prefers her name to be in lowercase to honour her late grandmother.

[elliesbelle]

getting dragged by my only guy friend for my dating choices rn, send help 😭

[imtryingtochangesblog]

pep no step?

Belle looked awkwardly beneath her hands as she looked at the figure that was her sleeping father. Or. Someone she’d call her father. She had understood little to nothing after she had awoken from the slumber she unknowingly was in for 8 years 11 years old and unaware of anything. She struggled to focus her eyes on her surroundings as everything felt new to her but she felt weird in general and unaware about who she was. This place.. Spinners End wasn’t what she felt like home was.. Snape or Dad was a scornful man in her defense and Dumbledore situating her with him felt impractical. She continued watching him as she stepped back softly and closed his door softly. Making her way softly to the bathroom as she turned the lights on and faced the mirror awkwardly.. her lightskin and freckles felt like they didn't belong to her as she touched her face slowly. She wasn’t a normal child. She knew this everyone seemed to notice.. her eyes.. swirls instead of pupils that wasn’t normal was it.. how would she know she barley saw other children since her slumber. She sighed slowly before she examined the bathroom and soon became aware what she was in.. a slightly cracked mirror, a clean interior and odd looking artwork in retrospect she didn't feel need to describe at all. Tiredlessly walking about this place wasn’t doing her justice as she wasn't tired.. she felt relaxed as if sleep wasn’t necessary. She quickly turned off the light and exited the Bathroom leaving the door slightly cracked open behind. Sitting on her bedrooms floor Belle looked around slowly and played with her hands bit by bit… Maybe this was Snape’s room as a kid? It felt like it as the way it was painted and decorated was as if someone of youth lived here once. It wasn’t her style if she had any it wasn’t this nor would it ever be this. She blinked bit by bit and for this stellar moment she had tears in her eyes but unlike anything else she has seen and done before.. she didn't have any reason to criticize or judge it or judge what made her this way. She held memories of the past what was she? Who was she? Weren't question she was asking it was. Why? Why did she wake up and by sheer luck be founded and have her life set up so quickly? She was a child was she not didn’t she deserve some small explanation some small semblance of normalcy.. Why was everyone giving her this sense of normalcy as if this was okay.. was she okay? Was professor Mcgonagall right? Was she okay and just overreacting or did Abeforth give her a reason to ponder everything..

What happened to here?