Me When I First Meet People.

i love this piece!!!

Pretty sure this is Plaggs

A few resources to help, learn, and promote:

TO HELP AND DONATE:

Black Lives Matter carrd with info, petitions, donation sites they recommend, and readings they suggest

President Obama’s List of orgs to help, things to read, and ways to get engaged

Black-led LGBTQ+ Organizations posted by Alexis Michelle

TO LEARN AND UNLEARN:

5 Ways to Take Action for all non-black people by The Conscious Kid

10-Steps to Non-Optical Allyship by Mireille Cassandra Harper 

How to Be Actively Anti-Racist by Good Good Good Co

Victoria Alexander’s recommendations on Anti-Racist Literature

TO SUPPORT AND PROMOTE:

Abelle Hayford’s #drawingwhileblack Directory of Black Creatives to hire

Author Oge Mora’s List of Children’s Books by Black Authors - also check out Oge Mora’s beautiful books!

A Twitter Thread from Melissa See on Black YA novels

Karina Yan Glasser’s 100 Must-Read Children’s Books by African-American Authors

10 Black-Owned Online Bookstores to buy all these lovely books from!

Bookshop.org’s List of Independent Black-Owned Bookstores 

so cute!!!

A fire kitten! Here are other alola starters: Popplio & Rowlet

I made sticker sets from all of them on redbubble!

so cute

what the FUCK Adrien?

ok so let’s start here with this gif. We all like to laugh about this, right? How Adrien climbs his fucking rock wall to tackle Plagg out of the air? Shout out the small badass Adrien moment since he does this hard part of the wall like a goddamn spider monkey w/o any harnesses and shit?

well I was looking at a photo of Adrien’s room for reference and I noticed…something.

See how he’s climbing up? Directly up? Look at the angle of his body, he’s going directly up. But look at this from a different angle. See what’s directly below him?

That’s right it’s the fucking scoreboard. This kid HAD TO FIRST GET ACROSS HIS WALL, CLIMB ON THE SCORE BOARD, THEN UP ON tHE WALL. EXCEPT THERE AREN’T REALLY ANY FOOT HOLDS THERE.

what the fuck Adrien????

oh but wait. there’s more.

The purple arrow points to where he disappeared at. The green arrow is Plagg’s line of sight. Adrien somehow turned around up there (and the wall seems to be pretty flat against the wall) and fucking POUNCED on Plagg.

what the fuck, Adrien? You cat.

WAIT. IT GETS BETTER.

After pouncing on Plagg like a goddamn lion or some shit….he landed on the couch.

And casually as you fucking please. No bounce, no roll, no pain. Just plop.

EXCEPT HE WAS ON TOP OF THE RED PART OF THE ROCK WALL. WHICH MEANS….

in conclusion:

WHAT THE FUCK ADRIEN!?

So true… and not just for cats…

This needs to be shared!

So I used to be a martial artist

I started going to the dojo when I was in sixth grade. It was a very masculine environment; there weren’t a lot of other girls there but the male senseis who ran the place were great guys and they genuinely loved having female students because we were such a rarity.

Now back in sixth grade I was tinier even than what I am now, and now I’m only 5’2. Then I was probably even under 5’0. I mean I was a squirt of a kid. But I loved to fight; I loved to be in the ring, I loved the adrenaline rush and I loved having punches hurled at me. It was fun for me. Our dojo did full-contact sparring, which was pretty brutal. These were the only rules:

you must wear a mouth guard and gloves

no hits below the belt

That’s pretty much it.

Anyway every Thursday was Fight Night, where all we did was spar each other. And on my First Night Sensei Diven—who has since passed, bless his soul—paired me up with this really cocky and assholish brown belt to show me the ropes a little. This brown belt kid was bigger than me by a lot; he must have been at least six feet and twice my weight. But man was I excited to get into the ring! I had a fight boiling in my blood.

Now, Sensei Diven was not a stupid man and he hated high-ranking kids that showed a bad attitude. This kid had a bad attitude. So he must have seen the evil gleam in my eye from a mile away and decided it was time for a little improvisation.

Anyway, Sensei yelled, “Start!” and I leapt into fight stance and the other kid didn’t even put his hands up. He was laughing at me, sneering, the whole nine yards. “I’ll give you a free one.” he joked, and he slapped his side. “You barely weigh 100 pounds and you’re a girl. So go ahead, little girl. Hit me.”

And I hit him. I cocked my leg up as high as it would go and roundhouse kicked him right in the ribs with all of my might and all of the contempt I felt for his stupid cocky face which was covered in ugly-ass freckles and his nasty-ass braces. And I heard a crack. Like a real snap! sound. And the kid has a look of surprise on his face like it was nobody’s business, and then he goes right to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Now, Sensei Diven leisurely strolls over from the group of black belts who are laughing their asses off at me, the tiny little white belt, sending my Goliath to the floor. I mean they’re laughing so hard they look like they’re about to pee themselves. They think it’s a game. And in his great booming voice he hollers:

“Brown Belt! Why are you on the floor? Do you not see this white belt has been assigned to fight you?”

And meanwhile he is just crying. I broke one of his ribs.

And Sensei Diven just squats down next to this poor kid and whispers, “Don’t you know that women are made of pain?”

Amazing xx