Anonymous asked: hi mb
Anonymous asked: hi mb
Anonymous asked: do mb have girlffriends
Not that we know of
Anonymous asked: hey guys! please don't take this the wrong way but can you PLEASE continue doing imagines they don't even have to be about MB they can be perspective or about anyone but i just don't want all your writing talent to go to waste plus i will miss your imagines too much because i already miss them
Sorry we just aren’t passionate about it anymore and were super busy right now. But if we decide we want to write something else in the future we will most definitely share it with y’all. :)
Anonymous asked: How could you stop writing imagines so suddenly? How could you leave your fans hanging like that? I thought you guys were cool, and this was my favorite blog. But I was obviously wrong. You're just a bunch of dumb bitches. Fuck this.
Anonymous asked: Your stories are great I love them I'll be sitting on the couch like for four hours reading
glad you like them love :)
Anonymous asked: Hey how are u guys today
Anonymous asked: hi i love your stories reading your stories makes me love mindless behavior more and more so thank God he created someone like you to create stories like this, also I am from London so thank you and God bless u xxxxx from London
Glad you liked them love :)
We know it’s been awhile since you’ve heard from us, but we’ve decided we won’t be making any imagines anymore. We’re sorry, but we just don’t feel passionate about writing about MB anymore, and if we continued to write about them it wouldn’t be anything good. It’s been an awesome year with you guys, but we’re moving on. We’re glad to have met the people we did, but sorry we didn’t talk to more of you. Our page will still be here, and we’ll still be on our personals, but we won’t be writing imagines. You may see random posts, but that’s about it. We’re still here if anyone needs advice. ALWAYS! We love you guys, and you’ve been amazing followers. Sorry to leave you like this, but it’s time.
We love you guys!
—Ki Ki and Breezy <3
tumblr knows me so well
Prod’s first video
Only 28 days for the bullet to Martin’s head.
Only 28 days for 12-year-old slaves legs spread.
28 days for the Black mother’s whose 16-year-old son is dead.
Only 28 days for Black boys claiming colors, blue or red.
Only 28 days to realize no need to send money overseas, Black girls and boys right here in America will not be fed.
Another 28 days that lead to another 365 with no words said.
Only 28 days for Rosa at the front of that bus.
These 28 days go for the other 337 that the world don’t give a fuck about us.
Only 28 days, the Black community gets off its ass and makes a fuss.
28 Days for the Million Man March.
28 Days for Rodney King’s stitches to the face.
Only 28 days before once again, they erase our race.
All 365 days, says the Golden Arch.
Because we’re the first ones with diabetes, heart disease, HIV and STDs.
How can I help you? Welcome to Mickey D’s.
Only 28 days for our grandfathers, stabbed in the heart and spit in the face.
28 Days for the White man who walks free and the Black man who gets 28 to life for the same case.
Only 28 days for our Great-Grandfathers who were not considered citizens but paid taxes, couldn’t vote and were in war zones and murdered at army bases.
28 days means nothing because half of my generation does not know these names, dates, facts and places.
When our 28 days are over, there are those who are still and will forever remain racist.
Only 28 days for the blisters of Harriet Tubman’s feet.
Only 28 days for the immortality of Willie Lynch’s speech.
28 days for ‘For Colored Only’ water fountains, exits and seats.
Only 28 days for Blacks lynched for learning to read and capturing knowledge.
They only admit for 28 days that there are more of us in college than in bondage.
Beyond these 28 days, we were the first beings to walk this planet. Everything on this Earth comes from us. You have it.
Only 28 days for Malcolm X, Ossie Davis and Langston Hughes.
Only 28 days for Maya Angelou, Josephine Baker and Billie Holiday.
This lady sings the blues.
Only 28 days for Black crimes with no “useful” clues.
28 days for Willie Lynch’s permanent bruise.
Only 28 days for Sojourner Truth, Angela Davis and Emmitt Till.
28 Days for Coretta’s husband buried at 39.
28 days for twelve year olds carrying pistols and nines.
Only 28 days for over four thousand lynched and murdered slaves.
We are that 16 year old boy who is dead.
We are the descendants of that twelve year old slave girl, legs spread.
28 days to let these Black boys know they are claiming colors on a land they will never own.
By the end of these 28 days, they are already dead.
So for every 337 days we go with no words said, we will forever be 337+28 days the bullet in Martin’s head.
I have so much shit to do for school today. T_T someone shoot me