brianabreeze: chrissongzzz: This is the Definition of Black Excellence ✊🏿 You can watch the Full video Here – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-A1GS_Kzgo MbakuChallenge. I’m laughing and crying 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 this is so beautiful. Y’all can’t tell me representation isn’t important man
“I think when you begin to think of yourself as having achieved something, then there’s nothing left for you to work towards. I want to believe that there is a mountain so high that I will spend my entire life striving to reach the top of it.”
This Saturday, Cicely Tyson, one of the greatest actors to ever grace the silver screen, will receive a long overdue Honorary Academy Award for a lifetime of masterful performances that have expanded the emotional possibilities of cinema. Of her essential, Oscar-nominated performance in 1972’s Sounder, we wrote as part of our 2018 Black Actress Canon, “Tyson, rooted in earth yet reaching a heavenly plane of catharsis, can close her hands around any emotion, embody it, and make us feel its full power. Sometimes all you need is a camera and a once-in-a-lifetime actress to create transcendent cinema.” Tyson turns 94 next month and shows no signs of slowing down. A tenacious trailblazer, she paved the way for luminaries (and eventual costars) like Angela Bassett and Viola Davis, among countless other contemporary black actors, who are able to shine in a spotlight that would likely not exist without Tyson’s hard work and humanizing artistry. Long live this remarkable and resilient goddess, whose creativity makes every single one of her characters matter. In Tyson’s hands, each new role is a new opportunity for limitless invention, another occasion to turn words on a page into a living, breathing, fully-dimensional being, the sublimest of gifts that any actor can give. Which is as it should be. For Cicely Tyson is, herself, the sublimest of gifts.
Falling down a Wikipedia rabbit hole is the worst…
I started looking up info on a group from the 80s, the Wee Papa girls (does anyone else remember them? I still don’t know how I knew of them since they were a UK rap duo. It had to be my mother. Anyway…) and now, I’m reading about James DeBarge and Janet Jackson’s marriage and the baby they may or may not have had together in the 80s.
I’m telling you, these rabbit holes I fall into are weird bruh.
Still in the rabbit hole: they’re making a movie about the DeBarge family?
Two questions: 1. When is this going to premiere? Because I got to see it. Hopefully it won’t be “The Bobby Brown Story” bad.
2. I know there are a lot and probably a lot in Hollywood but where are they gonna get all of them light skins for this movie? Zendaya’s not going to be Bunny DeBarge is she?
Falling down a Wikipedia rabbit hole is the worst…
I started looking up info on a group from the 80s, the Wee Papa girls (does anyone else remember them? I still don’t know how I knew of them since they were a UK rap duo. It had to be my mother. Anyway…) and now, I’m reading about James DeBarge and Janet Jackson’s marriage and the baby they may or may not have had together in the 80s.
I’m telling you, these rabbit holes I fall into are weird bruh.
“Is there something you wish to tell me, Orchid?” M’Baku asked from the doorway.
She could hear the stark concern and wealth of annoyance in his words. Amira pressed her eyes closed briefly before she lifted her head. What could she tell him this time? Bad food? Exhaustion? A lingering side effect of her lung infection? All excuses she’d used before.
Three months. Three months of nausea, fatigue, and aches. Three months since M’Baku’s birthday ball. Life had moved along quickly after that night. Once the Jabari, and the rest of Wakanda, had gotten wind that the Great Gorilla was now taken Amira’s life had been partially out of her control.
M’Baku, in his infinite desire to keep his Orchid safe, requested sternly she have her own security detail. He’d even gone as far as to firmly suggest she move into the palace so he could ensure her safety. Amira had flat out refused. For as much as she loved M’Baku, a love that was growing by the day, she was still her own person. She wanted to be able to be free in her own space. There were mornings she wanted to lounge in bed with her laptop and a string of documentaries. Other times she wanted to sleep in the dead center of bed with nothing touching her. Amira liked staying silent sometimes. She didn’t want to be forced to conversation to avoid being rude. Her concession, after a tense lunch date, had been a security system and a promise to be aware of her surroundings at all times.
Amira groaned. Her knees ached from being crouched in front of the commode most of the morning. The day before hadn’t been much different. There was only so long she could hold off M’Baku. He’d been understanding over the last few weeks when she’d cancelled or rescheduled a number of dates. At first, he was accepting. Now he was angry.
Amira wanted to scream. She had only needed one more moment to compose herself and exit the bathroom back into their lounge day, but that moment was gone now. She moved to press to standing by using the bathtub as leverage, but before she could get a good grip she gave up. Tears, salty and warm, broke free. In one swift motion, M’Baku was on the floor next to her, culling her into his lap. For the first time in weeks, Amira let herself rest against him and allowed the steady thump of his heart to soothe her before she dared to speak. One long arm reached towards the sink’s edge and wiped the corner of her mouth before M’Baku lifted her head fully to force their gazes to collide.
“Be honest with me.”
“I’m okay, Baku. It’s just…”
He grunted. “You’re sick. Or is it something you ate? Maybe you haven’t been sleeping well? You’re running out of ways to lie to me.”
Amira knew she was, but his tone pushed up her defenses. How could she tell him that he was going to be a father? That since the night of his birthday a seed had been growing inside her? Sure, he wanted her on his arm, had even confessed his love for her and wanted her in his life, but a child? He’d never expressed a desire to be a father and with her? A woman who was still struggling with the idea she was now in the public eye and that the king of her tribe was showing even a passing interest in her? The mother of M’Baku’s children should be dynamic and bold, not a barely bloomed flower who needed what seemed like constant care.
“Meet Orchid, Jr.” Amira tried to joke while sweeping her hand towards her belly. “Just about three months along.”
She knew he was in shock by the sudden tense in his spirit and frame. Amira directed her gaze at her hands when he didn’t respond. “I know it wasn’t planned. I’m afraid.”
Still no response. “Please…say something.”
Silence bloomed. Amira watched M’Baku watching her. His eyes moved from her face to her belly and back again several times. She saw the twitch of his fingers. Hope told her he was reaching for her, but the flex of his forearm keeping his body steady let her know that wasn’t true. Something sagged in her heavily. Maybe it was her spirit or her heart. Whatever it was? It was no longer whole. Amira felt the briefest of pressure of M’Baku tightening his arms around her before he placed her back onto the floor beside him and rose easily to his feet. His fingers twitched again, his eyes softened then hardened before he made his exit.
M’Baku leaving the room took all the air with him. Amira was prone, stuck in the space between the tub and the commode. She couldn’t feel the coolness of the tiles sinking through the thin material of her t-shirt or those patterned on the floor seeping their coldness into her pajama pants. Everything in her wanted to cry. Her body wanted to wail and kick and scream and shatter, but her mind was numb.
Great-looking teeth come from two things: luck and money (which is also a function of luck).
Dental procedures tend to be very, very expensive, and are almost never covered by insurance.
Healthy teeth aren’t necessarily big, straight or bright white. Depending on what someone’s natural teeth are like, achieving that look may require a significant downgrade in their dental health; unnecessary crowns and veneers cause damage.
Do not underestimate genetics’ role in determining teeth’s appearance, or how prone teeth are to problems. Genes and early development, i.e. things people get zero control over, can outweigh all else.
A wide range of chronic conditions impact oral health and teeth’s appearance, too, and may contraindicate various types of work or raise procedures’ cost even more.
Finally, for many people and many reasons, celebrity-looking teeth just aren’t a priority (even when they’re attainable; some people might want, y’know, a new car instead).
Regardless, don’t be an asshole. Not even very attractive teeth look good on those.
I’ve NEVER seen a post like this and I’m thrilled TBH because I’m very insecure about my teeth and there is literally one reason they are not nice and that is money so I’m literally down for teeth positivity
Question for anyone watching Supernatural: Charlie is back in some fashion? And Bobby too right?
Why? Have they seriously run out of ideas? Did anyone else come back that we were upset when they died? I’m gonna need this show to go ahead and end. I love Supernatural but damn, let’s go on and let it go like Frozen.
Just wanted to send out a “You can do it!!” to all my fellow retail and customer service employees this coming holiday season. Good luck and may management be ever in your favor.
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