Caveat Emptor

Just having fun, making art, fangirling it up.


This blog post describes the Minority Feisty trope, where a female character plays at being powerful while the male characters drive the narrative.

What happens when the Minority Feisty is a woman of color? Are women of color slotted into the Minority Feisty role by default? How does race impact the meaning of the Minority Feisty trope?

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oh. my god. that is pixel art

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anyone else noticing a trend here?


didn’t know ancient egyptians looked like mayo…


Ok but of course the servants and thieves are black ok i see yall

Brown Jesus from Palestine, what the fuck is this!

Tuya and Zipporah are Sub Saharan unarguable black. Like you Zipporah’s familial descendants are still living a pastoral life in the same place she was from, and they still look like her.

Queen Tuya is black, in fact her tomb was found after the front load of white supremacist archeologist raided Egypt, so surprisingly enough her features were kept in tact on all of her antiquities as was her full name which also described where she was from…modern day Ethopian/Chad/Sudan area.

No matter how much fake tanner, pretty pretty hair pieces, faux box braids Sigourney will look ridiculous.

So it’s real nice to know that every reoccurring woman of visible East African descent is non existent and every male of visible African decent is a poor criminal. Awesome, and super accurate.

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Your eyebrows are sisters, not twins.
The most comforting beauty advice I’ve ever been given. (via cinniie)

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  • marvel: [has a black man walk in the background of the shot of the 6 white avengers]
  • marvel fandom: REPRESENTATION.
  • marvel fandom: DO YOU SEE THAT.
  • marvel fandom: DC, WHERE YOU AT.
  • marvel fandom: YOUR MOVE, DC.
  • marvel fandom: ON YOUR LEFT, DC.




A tip from your favorite nurse

(that’d be me)

Always have eggs in your fridge

You just never know when someone will split their head open

Or cut their finger while cooking

And so on

See that membrane there?

While the blood is gushing - hold pressure and crack open an egg

Peel that there membrane off and put it on the wound (continue holding pressure)

The membrane will harden and keep the wound closed until you can get to the ER for stitches

If you even need them that is

Nature: 1, Band aids: 0

You’re welcome.

I did some research on this (because I do that now, fucking science get out) and it seems that this was done in the early 1900s somewhat frequently. It was used as a way to treat just about any kind of skin wound, from burn to cut to in at least one case an ulcer. It actually helps the wound heal not by preventing blood loss but by replacing part of the skin tissue and helping it grow.

It also helps in healing scars and reducing their visibility.

Whoah science.




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Do you expect me to talk?
No, Ms. Bond. I expect you to die!

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So for those who don’t know any of the history of the integration of America’s public schools, you should Google the LR9. It’s such a well-documented history that I won’t bother rehashing what others have already covered. I’ll just add some odds-n-ends commentary to supplement what you’ll readily find online:

  • Carlotta Walls is the young woman in the second panel, standing closest to the guardsman, looking directly at the camera. She was the youngest of the 9. Ms. Walls actually signed up to attend Little Rock Central High School WITHOUT FIRST TELLING HER PARENTS. They supported her decision to go to Central, after the fact. More on her below.
  • Go home nigger! Go back to Africa!,” is what Hazel Bryan is spewing at the back of Elizabeth Eckford's head, in panel four. The two women actually actually met again as adults, and they reconciled; sort of. That story is interesting, and can be found here:
  • Panel seven depicts a contemplative Ernest Green on graduation day, 1958. He was the first to receive his diploma from Little Rock Central. More on him below.
  • The next-to-last panel shows the LR9 receiving the Congressional Medal of Honor from President Bill Clinton, in the East Room of the White House, November 9, 1999.
  • That last photograph was taken just this past June, in the auditorium of Central High. From left to right are Ernest Green, Carlotta Walls-LaNier, Spirit Trickey (daughter of LR9 member Minnijean Brown) and current Central High principal Nancy Rousseau.

So I was in Little Rock, AK, last month, on history business which placed me in that auditorium, merely three rows away from the panelists. Here is some of what Mr. Green and Mrs. Walls-Lanier shared with the audience on Wednesday, June 4, 2014, while reflecting on their experience integrating Central:

Earnest Green

… We were the first back-packers. It only took us about a week of having our books knocked out of our hands several times a day and getting hit in the face with debris to realize that we needed our hands free. So we bought back packs to carry our books around in so that our hands would be free.

… We developed a system, along with the National Guard, to move through the halls safely. We would always walk up against the walls of the school building - in the hallways, through the stair wells - so that the Guard could walk beside us a shield from the white students who most vehemently didn’t want us there.

… When it came close to time for me to graduate, the principal of the school offered to mail my diploma to my house, so that I could avoid the tension of walking across the stage. I politely refused and stated that I intended to walk across that stage like everyone else. There was no way I was gonna miss out on that, after all I had been through… When I walked across the stage, there was dead silence. And then one slight Black man in a nice suit, who was sitting next to my parents, began to clap. That man was Martin Luther King, Jr. He had been following us in the news, and came just to support us. Luckily, white folks hadn’t yet discovered him. This was 1958, so we knew who he was, but most of them didn’t yet.

… I received an invitation to my 50th class reunion. I assume there had been other ones, since the invitation said “50th,” but it was the first one I’d ever received. So I went, in 2008. Everyone was nice to me, and many people even posed for pictures with me with their families. The funny thing was… they all were against racism, and told me how much they hated the way I was treated while at Central, but nobody in that reunion that night was racist, and certainly none of them had been involved.

… I learned that night that this one main group of our tormentors was being assisted by some of the teachers in the school. It was our chemistry teacher, who actually seemed pretty nice, who was making the bombs that that group used to firebomb some of our houses.

Carlotta Walls-LaNier

… I want to make one thing clear: we wanted to come to Central because it was the best high school in the city. Period. I don’t get a kick out of sitting next to white people, so I wasn’t here for that. Today this school is ranked in the top 16 of U.S. public high schools. Central High has always been a top-notch school. So I wanted to come here because I had plans for my life post-high school, that demanded that I get the best education Little Rock had to offer.

… My parents had no idea that I had signed up to attend Central. But they didn’t object once I told them. I waited until about two weeks before school was about to start before I did, though. 

… In my family, we didn’t talk about what happened to me at school each day. There was the news, and eventually the National Guard could be withdrawn, but it was just something we never discussed at home. You know, there is counseling for soldiers who return home from war, but we were children, and we were traumatized daily in this school, for years, yet no one provided any of us any kind of relief or counseling. 

… Some of the very people who tormented us the most came up to us at the reunions. One leader of the pack, in particular, who I’ll never forget, because he’s since been… well, his troubles with the law were in the local news, so it’s not a secret… He came up to me and introduced me to his wife and children, asked to take a picture with me, and even asked me for my autograph. He acted like he had no memory of all the awful things he did to me while at Central.

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Christina Ricci


Christina Ricci

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i really hate reading things that talk about how women stayed at home, were housewives, etc. when that was literally never true of most black women in the US

i mean by all means, talk about it, but be specific about which…

Asker Anonymous Asks:
Erica Henderson
thegatesofsleep thegatesofsleep Said:


Oh I draw a PERFECT Erica Henderson

I can report from real life that this is exactly what she looks like. Except on Sundays she carries a bazooka. 






  • It’s called Master of the Universe.
  • It was originally published on (aka where fanfiction goes to die).
  • E.L. James’ pen name was Snowqueens Icedragon because of course it was.
  • Snowqueens Icedragon does not use quotation marks. 
  • She does, however, make up expressions like "my very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba" and “I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone.”
  • They spend more time filling out sex-related paperwork than they do actually having sex.
  • This is my reaction to all of the sex scenes:
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  • Because the human body doesn’t work like that
  • This is my reaction to everything else:
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  • Because the english language doesn’t work like that.

The 50 Shades of Grey trailer just dropped, so here’s a link to the original Twilight fanfiction that the book is “based” off of, because if you’re gonna read the book before you see the movie you might as well read it in its original format. 

i got through three pages before i had to stop or risk throwing my laptop across the room



he makes bella blam just from blowing on her titty

it took like 5 years, but finally the truth is really out there. bless you internet for holding on to everything forever.

In the end I believe scientists are hopeless romantics desperate in love with the idea that the world makes sense.

Scientists have broken hearts and by combining toxic elements and reading the stars, they are able to write poetry.

Royla Asghar, The Astronomy Series #7 (via humanflower)

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Are you even real

Ok, NOW I have a crush on him. Officially.

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This scene/comment makes me laugh… every single time.

Loki, fresh outta prison and still not giving a single solitary fuck.

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