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[tomoleary]

Mike Vosburg “Linda Lovecraft: Slaveships from Outer Space” Illustration Original Art (undated) Source

[4lo-ki-blog]

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• The jewish community owns private property owned communities. They have their own private security co's. to protect their neighborhoods. They use their religion to institute their own courts, the Beth Din (Court of Jewish Law). They Invented Hollywood and own the entertainment industry. They owned Slave Ships. They own the banks. • #jews #jewish #hollywood #centralbank #crypto #blockchain #slavery #slaveships #bethdin #kabbalah #qabala (at Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck8sEOmjpyq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cyarskj84]

“Where is your fire? I say where is your fire? Can’t you smell it coming out of our past? The fire of living…not dying. The fire of loving…not killing. The fire of Blackness…not gangster shadows. Where is our beautiful fire that gave light to the world? The fire of pyramids; The fire that burned through the holes of slaveships and made us breathe; The fire that made guts into chitterlings; The fire that took rhythms and made jazz; The fire of sit-ins and marches that made us jump boundaries and barriers; The fire that took street talk sounds and made righteous imhotep raps. Where is your fire, the torch of life full of Nzingha and Nat Turner and Garvey and DuBois and Fannie Lou Hamer and Martin and Malcolm and Mandela.”

Lovecraft Country Rewind 1921.

Source: aquamzan

[shadowofthecactus]

Fearless Protector

I don’t need a gun, I’ll rip your head off bare-handed/ You messed with someone you thought was weaker, and I can’t stand it/ I won’t allow it, you have no permission; for your forgiveness God I’m askin’/ Heaven help us both if you fuck around and find out/ don’t let disrespect come out of your ugly mouth/ teeth on the pavement flashbacks of the slaveship/ I launch rockets–Cape Canaveral…

[madamlaydebug]

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Ownership or Slaveship ? How many books have you smoked? How many LLC’s , brain cells , seminars, consults , marketing , products , investments have you smoked away? Focus on your come up not your high!! The marijuana industry is a billion dollar one , but most aren’t focused on getting in the business instead your happy being the consumer ? @smokeandgrowrichtours at least you learn ownership not Slaveship. Many of you are Slaves to the chemicals in the weed . And weed is just one example. But we ALL have vices that are taking away from our success!! For those who want to quit try @crownzoil & ,smartmoss , even @goldewater it helps negate the psychoactive effects of the THC while giving the health benefits of the CBD!! #19keys

[comicsart3]

Sidekick Girls 3

One of the tougher and more capable female sidekicks in the Golden Age comics was Teena, the partner of The Avenger. Both characters were “space detective” crime fighters whose adventures took place in an unspecified future cosmos where the two battle various interstellar criminals, pirates, slavers and creatures bent on universal domination. Their true identities were “wealthy young aristocrat” Rod Hathaway, and his apparently gauche blonde secretary Dot Kenny. What I like about this pair is that Teena is depicted as a fully equal partner to the Avenger, and is as skilled in combat as he is, and is no more prone to peril than is Rod himself. In the first page featured here, Avenger and Teena thwart and capture a cosmic bandit known as Gargoyle, who Teena, perhaps a little cruelly, promises will face the “electronic slab” (a futuristic version of the electric chair) while she handcuffs him.

In the second page featured our intrepid duo pose as slaves in order to infiltrate an inter planetary slaving ring run by a particularly unpleasant villain known as Maag and succeed in turning the tables on him. His asteroid of slavers is left to run out of food and water while the space detectives take the subdued Maag as a prisoner to the Interplanetary Patrol to face justice. Once again Teena is good with the trash talk, rubbing it in with Maag, while the criminal looks suitably irritated and fed up. With its modern sensibilities, this title anticipates Buck Rogers and Wilma Deering by thirty years and should, in a fair world, be an excellent candidate for a 2020s reboot.

The Avenger and Teena had a four issue run in Space Detective comics in 1951, with each issue featuring three parts of a continuous story. The title was written by Warren Kremer and illustrated by Wally Wood and Joe Orlando.

The first page is from Slaveship of Saturn, Space Detective #2 (November 1951); the second page is from Trail to the Asteroid Hideout; Space Detective #1 (July 1951).

[thehouseofm2]

Catch the Fire

(Sometimes I wonder:

What to say to you now

in the soft afternoon air as you

hold us all in a single death?)

I say—

Where is your fire?

I say—

Where is your fire?

You got to find it and pass it on.

You got to find it and pass it on

from you to me from me to her from her

to him from the son to the father from the

brother to the sister from the daughter to

the mother from the mother to the child.

Where is your fire? I say where is your fire?

Can’t you smell it coming out of our past?

The fire of living…not dying

The fire of loving…not killing

The fire of Blackness…not gangster shadows.

Where is our beautiful fire that gave light

to the world?

The fire of pyramids;

The fire that burned through the holes of

slaveships and made us breathe;

The fire that made guts into chitterlings;

The fire that took rhythms and made jazz;

The fire of sit-ins and marches that made

us jump boundaries and barriers;

The fire that took street talk sounds

and made righteous imhotep raps.

Where is your fire, the torch of life

full of Nzingha and Nat Turner and Garvey

and DuBois and Fannie Lou Hamer and Martin

and Malcolm and Mandela.

Sister/Sistah Brother/Brotha Come/Come

CATCH YOUR FIRE…DON’T KILL

HOLD YOUR FIRE…DON’T KILL

LEARN YOUR FIRE…DON’T KILL

BE THE FIRE…DON’T KILL

Catch the fire and burn with eyes

that see our souls:

WALKING.

SINGING.

BUILDING.

LAUGHING.

LEARNING.

LOVING.

TEACHING.

BEING.

Hey. Brother/Brotha. Sister/Sista.

Here is my hand.

Catch the fire…and live.

live.

livelivelive.

livelivelive.

live.

live.

- Sonia Sanchez

[iomontecillo]

Jobcenters, deportation-centers, workcamps, re-education-camps, lebensborn camps, slaveships. It’s the same being described in different ways, & the public slander is just the public & State flogging Assyrian style.

[chldshscambino]

V:

when tarnishing my name,

to destroy & conquer/

you wasn’t excluded

you was front row the fire starter/

my heart is such a martyr,

forever personal & bothered/

I’m so sensitive

Impatient with load screens when I start to bombing/

King to those prince charmings,

Very alarming & tactical/

These hands work

Open chest

HADYUKEN!

mildly practically,

This verbiage is so magical/

Hands dripping of platinum,

Eating the metronome fruit of a unicorn/

Holograms of a fruitful love,

One could imagine then filled with scorn/

The war on depression is self inflicted porn,

& within the moment I was born

I realized love would have me torn/

Spaced between two pivots,

Decipher every matrix to the digits/

This mind exquisite,

Never playing victim when ILLN is the only mission/

Of course when God tells me to listen,

I hear the devil & remix the vision/

mmm it’s spooky how I get impeccable with this shit,

It’s like watching for 3 years then caging to friendship/

Shackled to exist amongst mortals,

Floating in the sun to somewhere I didn’t want/

That’s a slaveship

[trendydigests]

Tesla Sued by Black Workers Over Rampant Racism at Fremont Plant

Tesla, the electric automaker led by Elon Musk, is facing a class-action lawsuit from 240 Black workers who allege that they experienced racial discrimination and harassment at its Fremont plant in California. The workers claim that they were subjected to racial slurs, references to slavery, unequal treatment, and unfair discipline at the factory, which some called the “slaveship” or “the…

[pochaunnuswalker]

May yaw all die rising off them slaveships I don't give a fuck children or not do not take my dream and try to live it and it's very well documented I don't give a fuck the muthafuckas running they mouths and trying to keep up with me I don't muthAfucking talk to nor deal with never have and never will they metling in my muthafucking business like I said get off my social media and ment it and everything was going fine until just now or a few days ago so I don't give a fuck if you live or die children included I hope they do not feed you coyh you give you shelter they do not have goddamnit broke muthafuckas try me goddamnit

[255940g]

Any title ideas guys? Ch. 16 - Comforting Bee

Chapter Summary: Bee gets a little insecure in this new relationship. This draws on the moment when the Arcee triplets inteterrogate and scare politely ask Bee about his courtship methods. Bee was already feeling insecure with his first romantic relationship, especially with better bots available to her.

I was a little bored and esasperated with the initial set up. so you do have another little summary.

TLDR Bee is feeling a little insecure as there are now so many bots available with legitimate hero worship for Sam, the new Pilot of a pirateship turned slaveship, turned whatever she was goign to do with all the bots now out of confinement, enslaved, or imprisioned for the Decepticon cause. Specifically there were a number of traditionally better suitors for Sam - as there were a number of those with wings and were upper atmosphere fliers. Bee is a ‘factory made’ grounder. So he si feeling a little insecure especially as Sam dosen’t know his official designation and they are sharing a berth in a romantic sense now, though there is yet to be any fragging - thyey were surrounded by others back at the base, then it wasn’t safe while they were alone, and there are two precious sparklings in their care, they also haven’t talked about it merely falling back into old behaiviour - Its still in a romantic sense. She was ususally draped over him cuddling. Bee was willing to try it out along with the necessity of slender berths and fell in love - there was something nice about walking up warm with Sam right there. However, this time Sam was flat out with her wings up open to the air in habit borne from extra protection the sparklings were snuggled up between the two of them. Bee moved to sit on the edge of the captains berth to just think and to process. Logically he knew they would be fine and that his original assigned designation of a time long in the past that wouldn’t likely happen again wouldn’t matter butit still ate at his current thoughts. He sort of slumped over as he was thinking.

Sam awoke not long later - because of her wings telling her there was movement in the room- and slowly and silently got up herself. Seeing Bee she walked over to him putting a servo on his shoulder startling Bee. Though he relaxed almost immediately afterwords and returnnig her smile. When Sam moved in front of him and used his shoulders as balances to straddle him, he held her hips to help and met her optics.

Acutely aware of the sparklings a few feet away they had their conversation through personal comms.

Sam:: What’s up Honeybee? You seemed melancholy.

Bee:: It dosen’t really matter…

Scooting closer so their chests were almost touching and held his face in her servos

Sam:: You seemed bothered by it though.

Bee:: Its also stupid::

Sam now caressing his faceplates and broadening her smile when he kissed her palm and put one arm around her and the other on a thigh. :: Not when its obviously bothering you so much::

::...:: He reset his vocolal coder and shuttered his optics thinking and Sam continued to trail her digits over his cheek plates and neck cables her EM field opening enough to be felt easily - as was Sam’s habit for the sparklings to easily find and reassure themselves and to train them to find more subtle ones - but not overwhelmingly. It was soft and warm full of affection and love though still tinged with exhaustion from the marathon runs in the medical room to get through the previous prisoners.

Sam:: Come on Bee, you can share it.

Bee:: I’m still baffled as to how you choose me. You don’t know my designation.::

Sam:: Yes, I do. B-172 is the one assigned to you when you came to the assignment droid, later you choose Bumblebee and that's what most everyone calls you, however, I get away with calling you Honeybee and the sparklings are testing out Sire through comms with me in reference to you. You have other names but they were given by people irrelevant, Decepticons, or both.

Bee:: Oh right, it would be on my medical files.::

Sam:: Bee I’ve always known your official designation. You just don’t like it. So I use what you prefer.:: Getting closer and beginning to focus her rhythms. One digit tracing his chin and delicately maybe even ‘accidentally’ touching his bottom derma. Humming she continued:: Bee, may I kiss you?::

:: Yes::

Despite what Bee thought she didn’t go right for a kiss. She instead ran a digit along the bottom of his derma again and tilted his helm back just slightly before taking her optics off of his derma to meet his optics as one final double-check he still wanted the kiss before finally moving her thumb away from his derma and closing her optics and finally getting the kiss.

Bee tightened his hold on her back and moved his servo from her thigh to rest along the edge of a wing caressing it gently. Sam went to gently rub and tease neck cables and slowly move one servo to the nape of his neck. Their fans automatically turned on to a low setting not long after they started kissing. However, a faint sound from somewhere parted the two, Sam glancing towards the sparklings; Bee snapping his helm towards the door.

There were no disturbances that either could find. Immediately finding the other’s optics. One side of Sams's mouth and optic ridge raised in question, while Bee reached forwards and connected their derma together.

The kiss and connecting ones were a slow dance. One of comfort and reassurance that the other was there and safe. Explorative and reciprocating what the other gave freely. When they did separate it was for mere seconds before connecting again. Sam’s servos moved slowly until one was behind Bee’s helm and the other went over his other shoulder to reach down his back and tracing his door wings causing the occasional pleasured shutter.

Bee’s servo climbed up her thigh to Sam’s aft plates to pull her closer. The other continued stroking and tracing her wings causing Sam to press ever closer until there was no space between their chests.

They continued this slow, deep and sensual kissing until they were interrupted by a familiar sound of *sparkling* waking up and wanting attention…also probably some energon. Then came Ellie being awoken by *sparkling* moving and she and her own needs to be met.

Sam and Bee separated with their vents now audible. Sam gave Bee a small smile before caressing his face with her digits and attempting to climb out of his lap. Bee instead tightened his grip he had of her aft and smoothly leaned backwards so she laid on top of him; sending his own playful teasing nudge between their Em fields and a bright smile. Though Sam gave him the facade of light irritation. → alright Bee braces himself against a servo and lays down so Sam is laying on top of him still straddling him. Ellie and *sparking* aren’t completely crying yet but they are starting to make it known that they do want this need filled now thank you. Their position is obviously more sexual than they've gone and Bee can’t help but tease Sam about that and Sam pretends to be huffy or more upset than anything. Though She does shift to be on the opposite side of Bee while Bee grabs the sparklings towards the two of them -> Bee is also cuddly and dosen’t want to separate from Sam more than necessary while they are both 'off the clock' as much as they could be and definitely not after the kisses they were both enjoying.

While Sam starts the usual waking up routine for the sparklings of feeding the both of them. Bee remembers an important part of the conversation he overlooked in the face of a rare make-out session. “Wait, Ellie and *sparkling* call me sire?” He asks breathlessly.

“They do, sometimes. That's the role in their life you are ultimately fulfilling. Why wouldn't they call you what you are doing?” Sam answered a little bemused. *sparkling* continued suckling while Ellie slowed her suckling her tank comfortably full.

[ancienttheblackangel]

My Tribe My Ancestors Did Not Arrive To America Via SlaveShip

No Nigga Not Us

[iuicmemphis]

Only God’s chosen people were taken into slavery and sold to their enemies. We are not African American or Mexican, but Israelites!

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Visit our website here 💻👨🏾‍💻🖥

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Deuteronomy 28:68

And the Lord shall bring thee into Egypt again with ships, by the way whereof I spake unto thee, Thou shalt see it no more again: and there ye shall be sold unto your enemies for bondmen and bondwomen, and no man shall buy you.

#IUIC #IsraelUnitedInChrist #Curses #IUICMemphis #SlaveShips #Slavery #GodsPeople

[paaxindigenouswitchcraft]

https://apnews.com/article/alabama-mobile-411681964b4aad555b1ad46d35128bcc

Family of financier of last U.S. slave ship breaks silence

[thunderstruck9]

Cândido Portinari (Brazilian 1903-1962), Navio negreiro [Slave Ship], 1950. Oil on canvas, 73.3 x 60 cm.