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its really nice to be back
there will be more #fandom #sportsblogging #rpf and #haterism than before that were previously cordoned off to their own blogs. content purged irregularly.
you will not call me desi or a person of colour.
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"ooouuugh the masculine urge to die poignantly on a medieval battlefield" You Are Getting Cholera On The March And Shitting Yourself To Death
part 1 of aaj ki chai is an ode to the iconic and absolutely cinematic cup of tea from the irani restaurant of bombay! so well enshrined in poetry, art, and film, here is arun kolatkar’s “irani restaurant, bombay” + a variation of sudhir patwardhan’s famed painting “irani resturant” (c. 1970s) where a cup of tea is included, and screencaps from saacha, the loom (2001) a documentary by anjali monteiro & k.p. jayasankar on the city and its poets and painters (narayan surve & sudhir patwardhan) !
and tagging my bombay girls @harakiyyat-al-waqia @bambaiyya :)
You ever think about many peices of media have zero women and thats just perfectly normal but if a peice of media has an all female cast people get... like that? Women should be allowed to kill over this btw
This is Lorelei - Where’s Your Love Now (Waxahatchee Version)
Wendy Red Star, Four Seasons, 2006
Raised on the Apsáalooke reservation in Montana, Wendy Red Star’s work is directly inspired by her culture. Like all of her work, the Four Seasons series challenges mainstream portrayals of American Indians. Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall feature dioramas that incorporate different textures and materials. Red Star poses in front of printed backdrops, surrounded by faux scenery of the season composed of animal cutouts, fake birds and leaves, and even an inflatable deer. These images serve as a parody of a display one might encounter in a natural history museum, and are a direct reflection of the humorous and ironic, yet critical lens with which Red Star sees the world.
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Works like the Four Seasons series actively combat the idea that Native people exist only in history or fiction. While it isn’t her intent to create political work, Red Star believes that as a brown person, her art will always be political whether she wants it to be or not, solely because it contradicts the colonial standards that pervade.
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Thinking back now, I can see we were just at that age when we knew a few things about ourselves—about who we were, how we were different from our guardians, from the people outside—but hadn’t yet understood what any of it meant. I’m sure somewhere in your childhood, you too had an experience like ours that day; similar if not in the actual details, then inside, in the feelings. Because it doesn’t really matter how well your guardians try to prepare you: all the talks, videos, discussions, warnings, none of that can really bring it home. Not when you’re eight years old, and you’re all together in a place like Hailsham; when you’ve got guardians like the ones we had; when the gardeners and the delivery men joke and laugh with you and call you “sweetheart.”
All the same, some of it must go in somewhere. It must go in, because by the time a moment like that comes along, there’s a part of you that’s been waiting. Maybe from as early as when you’re five or six, there’s been a whisper going at the back of your head, saying: “One day, maybe not so long from now, you’ll get to know how it feels.” So you’re waiting, even if you don’t quite know it, waiting for the moment when you realize you really are different to them; that there are people out there, like Madame, who don’t hate you or wish you any harm, but who nevertheless shudder at the very thought of you—of how you were brought into this world and why—and who dread the idea of your hand brushing against theirs. The first time you glimpse yourself through the eyes of a person like that, it’s a cold moment. It’s like walking past a mirror you’ve walked past every day of your life, and suddenly it shows you something else, something troubling and strange.
— Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go
Silsila (1981)
Out of control Edwardian youths refuse to clap at production of Peter Pan, force distraught J.M Barrie to pull out rarely seen "Tinkerbell Fucking Dies" ending
You probably know this but shitpost ruining fun fact for anybody who doesn’t:
When the play first was performed, JM Barrie et al were so concerned this might happen that they instructed the orchestra to drop their instruments and clap at this point, just in case
I did not know this and I'm grateful for being informed
Peter Pan edited by Anne Hiebert Alton (2011)
(sorry to interrupt joke post but) this is true!
Children not clapping did happen too, (and some were even expected to have hissed, which was later written into the 1928 playscript and 1911 novel). But my all time favourite anecdote about it is from Pauline Chase (who played Peter)'s intro to Peter Pan's Post Bag 1909:
Children love to clap their hands at the play because then they feel that they are really part of it, and you can see them holding their hands poised ready to seize an opportunity. Their great chance is when I ask them to clap their hands if they believe in fairies, and so save Tink's life. But they are very wrathful if any one claps who has the reputation of being a cynic, and once there was quite an uproar in the front row of the dress circle because of a girl who clapped. Those about her pulled down her arms angrily. "How dare you clap," they cried, "when you know you don't believe in fairies!" There was one dreadfully hard-hearted little boy who came to the theatre not to clap. That was his object for coming, and he came round "behind" to tell me so in the middle of the play. His teeth were firm set. "I won't clap," he said doggedly; "I'm not going to clap." And when the time came he didn't clap; above the clapping of all the others I could hear him shouting from a box, "Peter, I'm not clapping."
(Tink was revived each time anyway)
trying to read up on 48 teams before the world cup starts is a futile endeavor sorry to the athletic which did its best to do a 4 paragraph roundup for each team.
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what is your favorite line from louis and armand's fight
I'M SORRYYYY (big fat grin)
YOU'RE BORING! YOU are SO BORING! colorless! flavorless! dull! dull!
suffocation by the world's softest, beigest pillow
what does it mean tonight? is he gonna lick my boots or chop my hands off?
tt's so hard to be me! it's so hard to kill humans! everyone i know wronged me!
picking LINT off the SOFA????
i'm the vampire armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a LITTLE BITCH!
MY BROTHER, HE TOSSED HIMSELF OFF A ROOF! MY SISTER, SHE BURIED ME ALIVE!
my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow when he wouldn't look at me kindly
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THE NAME! the name, unuttered in our home for 23 years, said over and over again
utility pole paintings for april / may / june !
It's admittedly pretty funny that the combination of what sort of people got written about and also the actual content of contemporary masculinity mean that there's several centuries where almost every example of Historical Transmasc Representation you see is 'diversity win! This brutal colonial adventurer/decorated officer in an army of imperial conquest was trans.'
"suspicious beard"
Luigi Loir (French, 1845-1916), La Place de la République, Paris c.1880s. Oil on board, 35.6 x 27.3 cm.
The Swiss will soon go to the polls for a novel initiative that could upend the nation’s economy and rupture ties with the European Union.
Are we serious right now?
Switzerland is amazing, because it's fairly easy to portray its political culture as one of consensus and carefully devolved government if you present in a very abstract sense, and then you zoom in to any part and you're like "wow that's a loooooot of stupid shit"
is this about racism? yes it is
The first, triggered as soon as Switzerland exceeds 9.5 million inhabitants, would lead to restrictions in the areas of asylum and family reunification.
