It’s so incredible the amount of influence that “you know I had to do it to em” guy had. Like everyone online thinks of it when they see someone standing with their hands clasped, there’s been literally countless parodies, and he’s just some kid who posted a silly comment on his pic with sock tan lines. Imagine you went back to medieval times and told them that a young man could just clasp his hands together and have literally millions across the globe recognizing him as a symbol within a month. They would think you were talking about God
My grandpa lives in clarksdale, Mississippi and HATES white people with a passion. I grew up listening to stories like this. His cousins had to flee to Chicago in the 60s for trying to fight a group of white landowners who wanted to hang them for trying to leave the land they worked on.
Slavery turned into “share cropping” if you kept your slaves ignorant and isolated then they didn’t know they had been freed. This went on well into the 60’s the fucking 60’s these people are still alive dealing with this type of shit in the deep south.
My friend said to “fact check” this and I’m like…black ppl are literally saying they were kept as slaves what is there to fact check. Anyway, sharecropping was still slavery as far as I’m concerned.
“Fact check this” in this specific context means, “Find some white academics who say it is true because we do not trust black folks living the experience.”
the fact that cars have horns is absolutely goddamn astounding to me like theyre basically functionally useless except as a Rude Bitch button
seriously its one in the morning and i cant stop fucking thinking about this who looked at this stupid metal horse and decided it would be a good idea if it could scream at people
it is a fundamental human impulse to scream at people and technology has only ever facilitated this impulse
Okay, so a fic where Harry finds out that his animagus is a tiny little black kitten, and he’s all like, ‘shit son, this is my chance to stay out after curfew’ but then he’s out one night, and McGonagall finds him and immediately knows it’s him, and just picks him up by the scruff of his neck to deliver his naughty ass back to G Tower while Harry meows at her in indignation.
okay but this is so adorable
I can only see this
brb sCREAMING
“TEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR, POTTER”
McG isn’t a cat when she sees him but still immediately recognizes him: “Mr Potter!”
Harry bolts, just HAULS ASS down a side passageway, McG turning into a cat behind him to follow. They both know the school pretty well, but Harry’s got short little legs and eventually McG catches up. Some students that night get the unusual privilege of watching a tabby cat yowling up a storm while carrying this little pitch-black kitten around the school.
