#idek mang

[pearwaldorf]

Things I did not expect to deal with ever but because Tumblr: finding somebody who makes embroidery gifs that also puts nonsense about being “trans/med and tru/scum safe” in the post. 

I... just wanted to look at your goddamn textiles, not have you confirm you’re a piece of shit? But I guess for that cross-section of the population that wants their embroidery with a side of transphobic nonsense, there’s a gifmaker out there for ya.

[keracchi]

TESTING MY SHAME SPOILS P2

mb when they were little their mom made em lil hoodys 

[coloursfalllikesnow]

as a boy he was considered somewhat odd, kept to himself most of the time. he would daydream in and out of his own world, but in every other way he was fine.

[criimeconcierge]

“This seems like a bad idea.”

“Well you’re the one that threw the ball up here!” Red said, lugging out the dilapidated ladder, “Only one of us is tall enough to catch the eye of the likes of P.T. Barnum, were he still alive. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to do this, even if I wanted to!”

[pearwaldorf]

ok but im imagining that either Grog or Scanlan after seeing Ripley again with Percy's gun and going "its like she is a hotter version of you" and Percy being incredibly insulted and Vex(or Vax) going "don't worry you're totally the hotter one"

Scanlan purses his lips thoughtfully. “I’m just saying, the cloak draped better on her. As attractive as you are, you don’t really have the–” and here he mimes a shape with curves, complete with leer. 

Despite how ridiculous it is, Percy is still vaguely offended on principle. “It’s a cloak. It’s supposed to be voluminous. What does the shape underneath matter?” 

“She had the gun too,” Grog chimes in, as contemplative as Percy has ever heard him. 

“Yes Grog, we know your opinion on women with weapons.” 

“To be clear, women with big-ass weapons they know how to use.” Grog chuckles in delight, walking off. Scanlan runs to catch up, fast as his little legs can take him.

Vex hooks an arm into his, resting her head on his shoulder. “Well I think the cloak looks quite handsome on you. And now you have another gun you didn’t have to build.” 

He spins the barrel of his newly acquired pepperbox idly, tipping his head against Vex’s. It really shouldn’t make him feel better, but it does.

[jerseyartblog]

SPEAR!DOG IS READY TO FIGHT

[abra-ka-dammit]

Why do I keep waking up with this same fucking FiR song stuck in my head Ronnie is haunting me with his horrible lyrics h e l p

[pearwaldorf]

I go all over the world and I hear Somalian hip-hop, I hear Australian hip-hop. It’s the music that people who struggle identify with the most and it’s transcended global culture. --Lin Manuel Miranda

(Yes I’m still thinking about that post.) It is always really curious to me how people who, despite their best intentions in defending against cultural appropriation, end up exposing how goddamn ignorant they are about things like syncreticism or legitimate cultural exchange. Obviously hip hop will always owe a debt to black (American) culture, and it is still the first place where people will look to for new and innovative stuff, but to say it’s only a black (or Latinx, or American) thing erases and disregards the ways that other cultures adapt hip-hop and make it their own.

Here is a primer on hip-hop/rap as it relates to the Arab Spring/Palestine. Not black, not American, but indisputably in the same spirit of resistance. 

Are you familiar with the banlieues of France and the music that comes out of them? Black, yes, but predominantly Muslim by way of North Africa, with a whole other set of additional issues to clash with the establishment on. 

[edit:] Here is an excellent Spotify playlist of world hip-hop. How could you deprive yourself of the joy that is Swedish rap?

And on a more personal note, Cantonese hip-hop is the only way my first language (now mostly forgotten) makes sense to me anymore. There’s something about the way the words are enunciated that makes it intelligible. And there’s just something delightful about hearing an old Cantopop ditty (I don’t know this one, but it’s similar to stuff that was in the background of my childhood) sampled into a song, or listening to an ode to instant noodles that’s just really satisfying? The world is wide enough that hip hop can encompass all sorts of experiences and backgrounds, and it’s remarkably small-minded to limit it to its places of origination.