(they gave me a couple ideas for the prompt too, one of them being a poetry read! i thought it might be cute if instead of snapping they did like. soft little howls)
The second part was extra as a v fun exercise! I think werewolves in general would have a lot of diversity in style and shifted/half-shifted forms so this gave me an excuse to play around with that :) thought I should include a werehyena bc that's the wolf substitute for the shape-shifters of African folklore (and *jaguars in south america, tigers in India, etc!)
Also in doing a little bit of research for Black werewolf characters I found this super cool werewolf comic I wanted to highlight by Michelin Hess, a Black author/artist! She has other work that you should check out too. In fact, feel free to shout out any of your favorite Black artists in the comments or tags! Or let me know the other ways y'all are celebrating this month :)
The 1985 MOVE bombing, locally known by its date, May 13, 1985, was the destruction of residential homes in the Cobbs Creek neighborhood of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States, by the Philadelphia Police Department during a standoff with MOVE, a black liberation organization. Philadelphia police dropped two explosive devices from a helicopter onto the roof of a house occupied by MOVE. The Philadelphia Fire Department allowed the resulting fire to burn out of control, destroying 61 previously evacuated neighboring homes over two city blocks and leaving 250 people homeless. Six adults and five children were killed in the attack, with one adult and one child surviving. A lawsuit in federal court found that the city used excessive force and violated constitutional protections against unreasonable search and seizure.
The shooting in Jacksonville, FL exemplifies the unified struggle that the Black and Jewish communities face. The shooter wore a swastika, one of his firearms was engraved with a one, and beforehand he wrote an antisemitic and racist journal for the police to find (similar circumstances for the mall shooting in May in which the shooter also had Nazi tattoos, and the Christ Church shooting, in which he was active on Nazi sites and wrote an antisemitic/racist manifesto). Neo-Nazism has become a full epidemic, and the Jewish and Black communities are the ones targeted the most.
Jewish communities, as we always have and always will, firmly stand with Black communities who are still currently reeling from this attack.
Me watching the LGBT community who almost never rarely gives black women and girls, asexuals, or aromantics genuine respect, pretend we’re all friends and have always treated us right the minute it’s June 1st and want to use black women(mainly darkskinned) and girls as their little poster girl:
Sure you say you want to date a punk guy and are always talking about how hot and boyfriend/husband material we are.But would you date a black punk man without being weird about his race or an autistic punk dude without putting him down.Are you including fat and/or physically disabled punks when you talk like that.Do you think you could be a good partner to those of us who're trans,be we femme or butch or inbetween or something else entierly.Are you nice to kids and older folks.Do you want to do activism and fight corruption with us.Would you actually enjoy even just participating in the more lighthearted and 'fun' parts of our culture with us like our music and fashion and inside jokes.You wanna date a punk guy or you want a d*ddy d*m who looks edgy and calls himself a revolutionary with no basis?
Some days, coming home, getting on Tumblr and looking at my activity log, seeing people liking and reblogging, commenting in replies and tags on posts I've shared from different fandoms or dealing with different subjects, it's like...
It's like I prepared a buffet before I left my house for work that morning, I opened a gigantic table in the living room and I put there every dish and drink I could think of, just a huge assortment for whatever people's taste in food might be, I sent out invitations to all of my friends and left the door open for them. Then I came back home to find them all eating and drinking in my living room, enjoying the different dishes, chatting away happily... and most days, being disabled, I don't have the energy to join the buffet. I go and lie down to rest in my bed. But I can hear the chatter from the living room. And it makes me happy. It just makes me so, so happy.