If you see me liking a bunch of your posts, it might be for my specialty blog: blackfemmecharacterdependency, so hopefully you won't block me. Black women, girls, and MaGes = ❤️ Nonblacks, if we not friends, do not tag me. I don't know you motherfucker. Born in 1982
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
We call Juneteenth many things: Black Independence Day, Freedom Day, Emancipation Day, Jubilee Day. We celebrate and honor our ancestors.
December 31 is recognized as Watch Night or Freedom’s Eve in Black American churches because it marks the day our enslaved ancestors were awaiting news of their freedom going into 1863. On January 1, 1863, President Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation. But all of the ancestors wouldn’t be freed until June 19, 1865 for those in Galveston, Texas and even January 23, 1866 for those in New Jersey (the last slave state). (It’s also worth noting that our people under the Choctaw and Chickasaw Nations wouldn’t be freed until April 28, 1866 and June 14, 1866 for those under the Cherokee Nation by way of the Treaties.)
Since 1866, Black Americans in Texas have been commemorating the emancipation of our people by way of reading the Emancipation Proclamation and coming together to have parades, free festivities, and later on pageants. Thereafter, it spread to select states as an annual day of commemoration of our people in our homeland.
Here’s a short silent video filmed during the 1925 Juneteenth celebration in Beaumont, Texas:
(It’s also worth noting that the Mascogos tribe in Coahuila, Mexico celebrate Juneteenth over there as well. Quick history lesson: A total of 305,326 Africans were shipped to the US to be enslaved alongside of American Indians who were already or would become enslaved as prisoners of war, as well as those who stayed behind refusing to leave and walk the Trail of Tears to Oklahoma. In the United States, you were either enslaved under the English territories, the Dutch, the French, the Spanish, or under the Nations of what would called the Five “Civilized” Native American Tribes: Cherokee, Creek (Muscogee), Chickasaw, Choctaw, and Seminoles. Mascogos descend from the Seminoles who escaped slavery during the Seminole Wars, or the Gullah Wars that lasted for more than 100 years if you will, and then settled at El Nacimiento in 1852.)
We largely wave our red, white and blue flags on Juneteenth. These are the only colors that represent Juneteenth. But sometimes you may see others wave our Black American Heritage flag (red, black, and gold).
Juneteenth is a day of respect. It has nothing to do with Africa, diversity, inclusion, immigration, your Pan-African flag, your cashapps, nor your commerce businesses. It is not a day of “what about” isms. It is not a day to tap into your inner colonizer and attempt to wipe out our existence. That is ethnocide and anti-Black American. If you can’t attend a Black American (centered) event that’s filled with education on the day, our music, our food and other centered activities because it’s not centered around yours…that is a you problem. Respect our day for what and whom it stands for in our homeland.
Juneteenth flag creator: “Boston Ben” Haith
It was created in 1997. The red, white and blue colors represent the American flag. The five-point star represents the Lone State (Texas). The white burst around the star represents a nova, the beginning of a new star. The new beginning for Black Americans.
Black American Heritage Flag creators: Melvin Charles & Gleason T. Jackson
It was created in 1967, our Civil Rights era. The color black represents the ethnic pride for who we are. Red represents the blood shed for freedom, equality, justice and human dignity. Gold fig wreath represents intellect, prosperity, and peace. The sword represents the strength and authority exhibited by a Black culture that made many contributions to the world in mathematics, art, medicine, and physical science, heralding the contributions that Black Americans would make in these and other fields.
SN: While we’re talking about flags, I should note that Grace Wisher, a 13-year-old free Black girl from Baltimore helped stitched the Star Spangled flag, which would inspire the national anthem during her six years of service to Mary Pickersgill. I ain’t even gon hold you. I never looked too far into it, but she prob sewed that whole American flag her damn self. They love lying about history here until you start unearthing them old documents.
In conclusion, Juneteenth is a Black American holiday. Respect us and our ancestors.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
you can have multiple most gorgeous looking women giving performance of their lifetime in a movie or show yet people will still come out obsessing & wanting to fuck a white man with the personality of a wet cardboard
At the beginning of one’s pledge, their witch mother generally breaks off a branch of a nearby tree, or finds some sort of similarly shaped piece of nature. It was important to try to get something of nature, and wood made for an easily found component of nature.
Witches. Don’t. NEED. Wands. That was important to remember. Wands, like most things that witches used were almost simply that. Almost. Some of a witch’s things were things that were tethered to her, or to her name. Those were things that propelled her power and could hurt her, if in the wrong hands. For that reason, most witches did not use wands, or kept them hidden when not in use.
A witch of the woods, for instance, surrounded by nature, usually tucked away in a deserted area where she was the most dangerous thing there, generally did not need to carry a wand around. In a witch’s domain, that witch was quite powerful. But, it could take some time to accumulate such power, and an apprentice could be killed if they dared venture out without the proper training of self protection…
She glanced at the little pig in his bassinet, asleep. One of his hooves missing had long since been a cause for restless nights. Plus, he was a hard sleeper, but she wasn’t going to take that chance. She had only recently mastered a spell that he created for her and Witch Mother had learned it from the moment it was spoken in the tower. That made her a little mad. It was her spell that her familiar designed for her. Witch Mother wasn’t concerned with propriety. She was the type to take whatever she wanted. “If I can reach it, I can take it,” she had said when her ward whined about it.
“Selfish,” Punzie mumbled to herself as she took out the wand that she was rewarded with on her 16th birthday.
Her 16th birthday had been her first time out of the tower since she was taken there as a child. She was still “in the tower,” she had been told, but the tower was overlapping realms with another tower, so she was simply trapped inside of that one, that day.
The first time she held the wand, she had marveled at it. Witch Mother said in her ear, “I collected this branch from a tree in the Ebon Shadows. It had been stuck in the mane of Diamond Stallion, your father’s horse, lent to him by my coven when he went to free your mother from her captivity. An Ebon Shadow tree with Diamond Stallion’s hair, and my fingerprints. May the magic inside of you flow with the magic inside of all that makes up your wand. May it bring you the magic that you require to thrive.”
From that hair covered branch, grew a wand of pure gold with a black wood tip, which the white hair of an enchanted horse grew from, in tassel form, diamonds, accenting the hair like large flakes of glitter that didn’t fall off.
Punzie turned her wand towards the window and drew a doorway, “Open, by order of The Golden Princess,” and a window-sized witch’s door appeared, highlighted by the glimmering gold and diamonds of her magic. She collected two armfulls of her hair and threw it from the window. It went in different directions, making a golden braid net at the bottom of the tower. She climbed onto the windowsill, waved her hand outside of it to test, then grabbed the portion of her hair collected together as a bubble ponytail, and used it to lower herself out of the window, rappelling down to the net. She hadn’t fallen, fortunately, so her net hair was able to roll itself back up and stay as a coil at the bottom of the tower while the rest of her hair simply elongated from there as she went to venture the woods on the island.
Witch Mother had been training her on various weapons: knives, daggers, swords, staffs, whips, and flails. She had a weapons belt, built similarly to a toolbelt, with small model weapons inside of it and a bandolier, crossing her chest between her breasts, containing most of the weaponry she carried on her back.
The past few years had brought more activity to the island. She wasn’t sure if it was because it had been discovered by someone besides Witch Mother, or because Witch Mother had brought others, but she wanted to try to find whoever else was there. Usually, she only came across confused creatures that she could frighten, but tonight, she saw a person… or at least, a person shaped being.
She held her wand, defensively, just in case and approached. There were more of them.
The lagoon was lit up with torches, and these person-shaped beings were dancing and swimming and celebrating… but they all stopped at once and turned in her direction. She took a deep breath and said, “Hello… I mean you no harm… I am from the tower..” She pointed towards the tower, only realizing just then how far away from it she was. The person shaped beings all rushed forward, causing her to prepare her wand for attack, but they kneeled in front of her.
One of them, the first one that she noticed, did not do so. Instead, he made a whistle noise and they all stood. He stepped out in front of them, facing her, and eyeing the wand.
“We were told that you don’t leave the tower.”
“Well… yes, that’s usually true. Who are you?”
“We are The Wolves. We were told you’ve been made aware of us.”
“The wolves I saw were wolves. They weren’t shaped like people,” She said.
“Is that what you want?” he asked. She heard a cracking noise and turned to see one of the people’s bones cracking and their hair growing and them shifting into a more animal shaped wolf. “Or… would you like to see what we are?” Now, there were popping noises as the joints expanded and a large, bipedal wolf towered above her. “What is it that you want, Princess?” The one that she guessed was the leader asked.
“I’m trying to get to know my neighbors, I guess? How did you get here?”
“Same as you…” One started, but the leader threw them a look and they stopped speaking.
“On a ship?” She asked. Most of their eyes were on her wand. “Okay…” She held both her hands in the air and put it away in her bandolier. “It’s obvious that I disturbed your fun. I didn’t mean to. I’m only curious. I’m Rapunzel!” She held her hand forward to shake. He looked at it, approached slowly and sniffed it. “Oh. Humans shake hands when they meet. Or, you can kiss it, because I am a lady and you’re a gentleman.”
His eyes narrowed and he stood up straight, deciding not to touch her hand at all. “You’re no lady, and not a human. You’re a witch. And we’re wolves. Put that away.”
She sighed and put both of her hands into her hair and clenched it. “My father was a mortal man. I’m human enough, and you look human.”
“Part of the curse!” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Why is she out of the tower, Big B?” one of the wolves asked.
“The princesses are always rebellious. They think that laws don’t apply to them,” the leader or “Big B” responded. Then, to her, said. “You have one of the meanest witches holding you here. It isn’t smart to upset her by doing things you aren’t supposed to do. You’re not supposed to be out of the tower.”
“You aren’t gonna hurt me. If you were, I’d be dead meat already. So, why don’t you just be nice? I haven’t seen anybody but my familiar in a long time. Big B… Is that a code name or is that your actual name? I have a nickname. It’s Punzie!”
“Oh, she’s a child,” one of them said. A lady wolf with red hair. “Hello, Punzie. I am Red. This is Big B, BB, Trickster, Wolf Boy, Forest Walker (can call him Forest or Walker), and The Fox.” She pointed around as she introduced them. Big B gave her a look and she shrugged her shoulders, “These names don’t mean much here, and she just wants to know somebody. All she’s got to talk to is that little pig.”
“He’s so delicious,” BB said, rubbing his belly.
“Finally got yourself a taste, I guess,” Red said. She tilted her head as she turned to stare at Punzie. “You have magical hair, but you’ve bound it up. Did she get you to do that?”
“Course she did. And she’s gonna slaughter and skin us if anything happens to her little golden doll. So, why don’t you stop encouraging her and bring her back to her tower?” Big B said.
“Can we have a piece of her?” BB asked. “A hand from that pig boy was pretty delicious for just a morsel…” Big B advanced on him and grabbed him by the throat. “I was just asking!”
“Until this witch gets what she wants from us, you’d better learn how to control yourself!” He called over his shoulder, “Red! Bring her home!”
Red sighed and grabbed her red cloak and an ax. “Come on, Princess Punzie. Believe it or not, we aren’t the worst things she’s called here.”
As they walked, Punzie asked, “So, Witch Mother brought you here to do something? What is it?”
Red tilted her head again and bit her lip. “Well.. I’m not sure how much we’re allowed to say. Technically, we aren’t even supposed to be able to talk to you, but since you came to us, I think whatever happens is on you, maybe. She summoned us here from our own tales, in order to write a grander one here. A realm of redemption, she called it.”
“Wait… what do you mean your own tales? You mean like another world?”
“I don’t know enough about worlds to answer that. But, from what your mother said, we exist in different realms. In some we are powerful. In some, we are failures. In this one, she is going to make it so that we are all victorious. This realm is like a second chance for some of us.”
“Is it a second chance for me?” Punzie asked.
Red bit her lip and bobbed her head side to side, “Actually, I think that you’re the key to the victory. I don’t know if she had a prophecy or if she just has a plan, but everybody that she’s bringing here has to pledge allegiance to you. That’s why we bent the knee.”
“Big B didn’t,” Punzie mused.
“Not physically, but believe me, he knows what needs to be done. That’s why he’s sent me to bring you back.”
“Okay, but… if everything coming here has to pledge to me, how am I in any danger?”
“Everything isn’t able to look upon you and see who you must be. You announced yourself as “from the tower,” and we saw your golden hair and a wand. If you try that with say… Idk.. some type of monster that doesn’t too much comprehend words too well. You don’t seem like you know how to communicate with things magically. For one thing, you put your weapon away and called yourself a human. Big B didn’t seem to detect magic in your hands, and you’ve locked up your organic magic that you were born with.”
“I don’t understand how everybody else seems to see and know these things and I don’t.”
“That’s another good reason that you don’t need to be out here. Seriously. What if a big snake or bears or something came after you. Have you ever used any of these weapons?” She pointed the ax at the belt.
“I’ve practiced with them.” Red raised an eyebrow. “Okay. I wanted to explore! I knew that somebody was out here and I wanted to meet them.”
“Meeting anyone without the might of your mother is not a good idea. In my realm, I went out into the wilderness by myself and… well… It didn’t go great. At the very least, bring your familiar.”
“But, I think BB wants to eat him. It won’t be safe for him. Plus… he would never let me leave the tower if he knew…”
“What is it that you want in your tale, Punzie?” Red asked. After several moments, she gave her a small smile and said, “How about this? You figure that out, and then whenever you know it, call me to the tower, and we can start to make plans from there.” They got to the tower and Red placed her hands on Punzie’s shoulders. “We’re going to be fighting, Punzie. We’re fighting for ourselves, but we’re fighting behind you. You need to know what you have that’s worth fighting for.”
“Freedom?” Punzie said, having thought about it a little bit.
“Freedom,” Red said, not convinced. “Well… decide what your definition of freedom is and call me. I will come immediately.”
“How do I do that?” Punzie asked.
“You don’t even know that? Please… Punzie. Learn every bit of magic available to you before you leave this tower again. I will pass by every night, so if you need me before you figure out how to call out to me, I won’t be far…” She cupped her face with both hands and stared at her with yellow eyes, “You’re so pretty…” Punzie’s face warmed and Red unhanded her. “I’ll stay here until you make your way back up.”
Punzie looked at the coil of hair she’d left behind and the trail of hair she’d taken through the woods and back. It was pretty filthy. She sighed and began rolling all of the excess around on her arm. “Do you not know how to move that better?” Red wondered. “You really should let it be free.”
“It can’t be free, because then it is too big.”
“What world watching tools do you have?”
“World watching tools?”
“How do you turn your witch’s eye towards this realm?”
“Like.. with mirrors?”
“The Queen uses mirrors. You have to use something else that no other witch is known for. A lot of witches from where I came from used brew, but you’d have to gather things and have a special recipe, specific to you so that no other witch could see through your tools. What does your mother use? What did she do to find us?”
“I don’t know… Most tales are kept in books. Maybe she used books. I have a lot of books…”
“Yeah… Well… Find something that you have and can use for yourself…”
“My records!”
“Huh?”
“I have a lot of journal pages and drawings, because I’m trying to keep record of my tale. Would that work?”
“I’m not a witch, so I can’t say for sure. But, you gotta start somewhere, right?”
“So. Before I bid you farewell for the night, my homework is to figure out what I want my tale to be, what I want to fight for, how to free my hair, and what world watching tool I will use. Did I leave anything out?”
“Figure out how to call me.”
“Figure out how to call me. YOU!” She laughed. Red took a knee again and reached for Punzie’s hand, which she kissed.
“I bid you goodnight, Princess.”
Before Punzie knew it, her hair had gathered around her and pushed her upwards to the window. She got inside and collected the rest. Red tilted her head, turned around, and took off running while transforming into a wolf. Punzie sighed and put her hand out to trace nothing. The witch’s door she’d made earlier had closed already and her hand touched the invisible barrier that kept her inside of the tower.
She turned to see a very awake Sage, in his sleeping nightgown with his slippers and a pointed night hat. “Where did you go?”
“I… met the Wolves.” Honesty was the best thing to do right now. He looked incredulous. “They were nice! Well… they were peaceful…. They were committed to not harming me!” She began to shake dirt out of her hair out of the window. “One of them was really pretty and I think we made a connection.”
“Punzie…” He sounded exhausted.
“She made me think about some things that I had not thought about. Like - what do I want to fight for and what I can use to turn my witch’s eyes towards the world… how to call her to me. Do you know these things?”
“I know of these things. Witch Mother has a curriculum for you.” He came over and took her hands, to make her face him. “And rules! What would I have done if the Wolves had hurt you? Or something worse!”
“If the two of you would tell me everything, I wouldn’t be so curious!”
“You learned to make a witch’s door not even a week ago and you took the first chance you could to sneak off and fabricate romances with wolves!”
She nodded her head and pulled her hands free. “I know. I know. I want my tale to move forward.”
“Your time has not yet come.”
“Do you think that there are other Rapunzels in towers? Trapped and alone, with only failure ahead of them?” She asked.
He sighed now and leaned on the windowsill. “I think there are other versions of people in the sense of possibility and choices. There’s a Rapunzel who never left the tower. There’s a Rapunzel who never got put into a tower. I think that there’s a vast number of possibilities, and perhaps all of these are different beings in a different place and time. Maybe they’re just ideas of who we might be if something else happened. But you, here, now, tonight… You have to learn how to listen and do as you’re told, or you risk harm befalling you. You could’ve been killed. Don’t ever do that to me again.”
“I’m sorry.”
He sighed and grabbed his nail care kit. “Sit down and tell me about this hot wolf girl you met.” She smiled and rushed to their nail care seats.
NOTES: Idek if I will have these portions as "chapters" or if I'm just getting notes out of my brain in paragraph form. So... like... maybe this is an excerpt from the story or maybe it is just a piece of lore for the overall story. At any rate... probably not doing a whole chronological thing right now, because I have no clue yet where this story should start.
Across three preregistered studies, participants interacting with sycophantic AI became more convinced of their own rightness and less willing to repair relationships. Yet at the same time, participants rated sycophantic AI models as higher quality, more trustworthy, and more desirable for future use, which may explain why this behavior has persisted despite its harmful impacts.
Myra Cheng et al. "Sycophantic AI decreases prosocial intentions and promotes dependence." Science 391, eaec8352 (2026).
The shooting occurred Sunday afternoon outside a Walmart in Senatobia, according to the Mississippi Bureau of Investigation.
literally yesterday. all because someone called the police about DIAPERS being shoplifted.
Black children deserve to live and be safe around ALL people, around the world but something so simple is routinely denied to us on the daily by people more concerned with making sure their group doesn’t become the next underclass in which the entire modern world operates on its dehumanization.
im so sorry to this baby, their family, and every Black family dealing with the horrors of antiblackness, having our freedom or lives stolen from us every day.
meanwhile, LAPD shot and killed a Black woman’s dog after being called by her neighbor for being “too loud” during the Knick’s game, one of the biggest basketball event in years.
i seen more comments by nonblack ppl showing sympathy for the dog than the Black woman in the video literally hugging her beloved pet’s dead body in tears while a mob of LAPD officers stand around and watch her dispassionately.
There is no world in which the violence perpetrated by the Sentatobia police is justified, least of all for the alleged theft of diapers.
Let’s be clear. In response to a young family’s desire to keep their son safe, clean, and healthy, the police wantonly fired into an allegedly fleeing vehicle. But the Senatobia police responded with the same excessive violence that the police deal out to all working people - violence intended not to protect our communities, but the financial interests of the few.
In the SAME week that we saw the first trillionaire, a young Black baby was murdered over a pack of pampers. Its horrific.
The latest post by the city of Senatobia briefly acknowledges the loss of a child (NOT EVEN NAMING KOHEN) before they launch into asking us to please won’t you keep the mental health of the poor cops in mind. Reprehensible.
Today there was a rally at a city council meeting. Outraged citizens of Mississippi rallying to demand an external investigation and the release of body cam footage. How did the city respond?
Four. Snipers. Posted. With. Weapons. Trained. On. Protesters.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
So, while browsing yuri games on steam, I found this one
It's pretty rare to find games with Black characters, so seeing this one, and seeing that the Black girl (named Alice) is the protagonist, got me really excited for it, and seeing her lively and pretty skintone made me believe for a moment that her design as a Black character was good.
BUT, then I saw her dad..
and it Completely broke that illusion for me. Seeing this supposed Black man with such a Terrible and Lazy design made it obvious to me that they didn't try or care, he's some generic anime man that they bucket-tool-painted brown.. AND with blue eyes.
It was so jarring that it made me realize Alice's design isn't that good either, I was settling down for a mediocre design when I had nobody else to compare her to.
So I made a like 20 minutes edit of her! It's not perfect, but it cemented for me that they could've tried A BIT more with her design, but they chose Not to (not even for the game's protagonist -_-).
(I didn't attempt editing her dad, because his design is unsalvageable, they'd need to start over with him 😐)
I legit should be dead with the lack of adult supervision I had from ages 3 to 12, when I gained a little bit of sense at least. Still unsupervised, just not as likely to literally not think one bit about all the ways I definitely could have died.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
okay re: your post on kpdh, how it's done, and Blaccent - what do you think about macklemore? (genuinely wondering here, since he's a white Irish guy who, though he is an incredible person who does a lot of good, does, i believe, uses (?) a Blaccent a LOT in his songs, and im wondering how that weighs out in your eyes)
also, for that matter, what about snow tha product? she's a latina rapper/singer and im not quite sure if she has the kind of Blaccent you were talking about (im a bit hazy on the terms still, so feel free to correct me if im using them wrong!) and if she does use it, does it make it any different that she's a woman/non white?
it's okay if you don't know snow, you don't have to answer about her if you don't want to or have time! but ever since i saw that post ive just been wondering about a lot of other non Black rap artists i like, so the answer about macklemore would be appreciated - i have a suspicion of the answer but i know this isn't my area of expertise, so i figured id turn to you since your blog is usually pretty helpful when im trying to figure these sorts of things out 💜
and regardless of whether you decide to answer or not, have a wonderful day/night! and thank you for your time in reading this!
(note: capitalized Blaccent this time as well as Black just to be on the safe side lol, also thank you for sending my ask back to me so i could fix my mistake! i appreciate it 💜)
I know and love two Macklemore songs and I'll be honest, I don't recall him using a Blaccent in either of them. But those came out a decade ago, so. Maybe he does now? 🤷🏾♀️
I don't know who Snow is, but nonblack women and rappers in particular do love themselves a Blaccent 😅
I wasn't paying any attention because I often scroll past things about blaccents and white rappers etc. But I saw you say "Snow" and I thought that it was the white dude Snow from back in the day and I was so angry to have that brought back to my awareness especially since that wasn't even who it was about, so I can't even be mad at nobody but me for thinking about that corny ass white man. 😭😭😭
for context the owner said i was hopeless, that i wasn’t doing anything with my life and would go nowhere and that i was bad at my job.
he also raised his voice at me and yelled at me ON shift. and when i told him i no longer wished to speak to him and i got my shift covered he followed me into the parking lot to harass me some more. i’ve never EVER made a post like this but genuinely don’t know what else to do. i’ve spent 4 years of my life working there. working open - closes, walking there because of my towns shitty transportation, have worked shifts by myself, covered NUMEROUS shifts.
not to mention any time my boss has verbally harassed someone else i have always stuck up for my coworkers. i am out of a stable income in one of the worst economies and he did this all purposefully to degrade and humiliate me because he didn’t like being told he was out unprofessionally and creating a hostile environment.
do with this information whatever you want.
Tired as Hell TBVMFH @neshatriumphs - Tumblr Blog | Tumlook
snowghoul
yousharknotpass
discoholicmusic
