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pick up what you can and run. ;Indie Junkrat Roleplay Blog

[formerlytracer]

Talon Tracer by BJMAKI

[txtalmayhem-blog]

“It’s nothing, just a scratch.” [[pexce-and-order [[Symmetra]]

  ·· Hey, oi’m no doctor, but that doesn’t look too good. ··

His gaze shifted to her shoulder, where a sizable gash was. They had just came back to base from a mission, so wounds were expected, but it surprised the junker a bit. He never saw her injured before.

              ·· Uh...ya need any help...? ··

[gearboxlombax-archive-deactivat]

MY MUSE IS LEFT TO DROWN. WHAT DO YOU DO?

[viktormaru]

This is a public apology

[razzledazzy]

Okay I’m only gonna say this once and preface this with the fact that I am Eyak and I probably do not want to hear your opinion on the Pharah skins Raindancer/Thunderbird. This is a really soul baring post so I’m not so sure about people reblogging it, if you do just try to be respective and remember this isn’t a go-ahead to go and appropriate all native cultures. 

They’re pretty damn clearly based on Pacific Northwest tribal cultures. The ones I can pick out being Eyak/Tlingit/Haida/Tsimshian, but we often get grouped together so that doesn’t surprise me. There are many more, but I don’t claim familiarity with all tribes and I can’t say if their art styles and myths were used.

For your comparison a little sample of the tribe’s artistic styles just to get the point across:

And I really have to get something off my chest people. I don’t have a problem with these skins, in fact I adore them. Please just chill with me for a second while I explain.

The biggest issue I see here is people (who usually arn’t ndn, let alone from pac nw tribes) yelling about cultural appropriation. Which good! I’m glad people are on guard for it! But it’s entirely possible that Pharah’s father was Eyak/Tlingit/Haida/Tsimshian or from another closely related Pacific Northwest tribe, so we can’t really call that yet. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was.

Most importantly, speaking as an Eyak. Which is all I can do despite Tlingit/Haida/Tsimshian being so closely related, our tribe’s relationship with cultural appropriation is uh, not exactly the norm.

The last Eyak fluent speaker died in 2008, her name was Chief Marie Smith Jones and she was also the last full-blooded Eyak on Earth. The very last. Please appropriate Eyak culture. It’s the only way it’s going to survive. There’s less than 500 of us remaining, and we’re scattered more and more every year. Families I grew up with in Alaska converted to Catholicism. The military took my family across the globe and left us an entire continent away. The language I learned at the dinner table in 1998 now almost exclusively exists on those cassette tapes my white father recorded that night and in reconstructive attempts from a French academic that studied our language from halfway across the globe.

It sucks shit guys, it really does. 

When I first saw the Thunderbird skin I cried, I cried for an hour. Because Overwatch is huge. It will live on for years if not decades. And there’s Pharah with her hair in braids I haven’t seen my mother wear in over a decade. Wearing the colors that remind me of a home I no longer have. Embodying a mythic figure that I trusted to protect me during Y2K and sought out constellations in the sky for. 

So before you spew vitriol about how racist it is that they did that. Just kind of chill out and think about different perspectives for a moment. If you really want to help us? Consider taking a poke about http://www.eyakpeople.com/ and taking a look at our language revitalization project! It’s pretty fun and you could even learn a language out of it. 

AwA’ahdah (Thank You)

[coelasquid]

I gonna ask people to please, please respect this person’s wishes to be considerate of what they’re saying and not willfully misrepresent the point they’re trying to make.

I just wanted to reblog this because it’s something I think about a lot in terms of how viewing cultural appropriation in a very black and white binary has the end result of making white supremacy stronger than ever. By treating different arts and cultures like that plastic-wrapped grandma furniture no one’s allowed to sit on because it needs to remain perfectly preserved, white culture and art becomes the only one people feel as though they can safely engage in. I absolutely know this is done from the very conscientious place of trying to prevent the dominant culture from taking things they like and running off with them like Jack Skellington, but when it’s taken in extremely pass/fail terms it makes it very difficult for people to celebrate their OWN cultures.

Of course the best answer is “let people tell their own stories and make their own art” but I have been told by several people from a number of different backgrounds that this hostility toward anything resembling cultural exchange by audiences assuming everyone behind the scenes is white makes them afraid to engage in their OWN culture in any public way for fear of being told they’re getting it wrong. I see this happen fairly regularly in a number of creative fields, television, fashion, art, even cosplay. The number of times I see cosplayers accused of “lying about their race” when they try to dress up like a character who IS supposed to be the same background as them every con season is staggering.

This is very anecdotal but just to look at it from another perspective, I personally am not native but I’m from a very Cree community. A significant number of my friends growing up were native and Métis, our school offered Cree as a second language, we had a Cree choir, Native studies was a mandatory class to get a diploma from our school division. As far back as 5th grade, traditional craftwork was a part of social studies when we were learning about different native nations across Canada. This included beadwork, like looms and embroidery on moccasins. I’m sure the intent was probably to make historically accurate designs, but being 11 year olds we all realized pretty quick it was like pixel art and we could write words and make little pictures, and everyone was working on their beading looms making patterns they designed themselves for months after the unit that required it ended. This was a group of kids, native and non-native alike, engaging in something they were taught in an educational context long after they were required to because they found a way to enjoy it in a contemporary manner that made it fun for them. That kind of thing was encouraged from us a lot, I remember a juried art show for our school division actively encouraging all of the students to focus more on native art and techniques if they planned on entering.

I remember experiencing a bit of a culture shock when I moved out of Northern Canada for the first time and experienced a white friend criticizing a Haida-inspired piece we saw in the hall at our art school for not being “accurate enough”. I was extremely confused because as, a 17 year old raised in Northern Canada my entire life, I’d never experienced that kind of criticism of engaging with native art in a modern, contemporary way before. I just kept thinking “You have no idea who made this! How do you expect modern Native people to enjoy making their own art if you’re going to criticize it for not being held up to a textbook standard?”

Obviously now that I’m more worldly and educated in what society is like outside of Northern Canada I understand the nuance of the situation and the different perspectives that people have informed by their own experiences, but It’s also important to remember that if you turn white culture into the only one people feel allowed to engage with in a fun contemporary manner, it will always remain dominant. This is of course not to say “cultural appropriation is made up, do whatever you want” or anything like that, just that it’s a very multi-dimensional issue to consider.

[samael]

We should celebrate all cultures, especially the most vulnerable, and depiction and use can be respectful if it is done with respect and care rather than with simplification and stereotype. Embiggen rather than reduce.

[vasarru]

gabriel frownyes and mcchuckle

[parasitecompany]

rat in hat :3

[the-write-ideas]

Red vs. Blue sentence pack

all credit for this meme goes to lady-of-maliciousness.

“You ever wonder why we’re here?”

“You know what? I fuckin’ hate you.”

“What can I say, dip shit? For better or worse, I’m back.”

“Oooh, we’re gonna be best friends.”

“I am allergic to things that I do not want to do”

“My body… is trying… to die.”

“I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

“You know what, fuck it. I’m just gonna run.”

“Buenos días, cockbites. Guess who’s back?”

“Payback’s a bitch, and so am I.”

“Hey punk, I don’t need a weapon to kill you.”

“Dying sounds like a bad idea! Can’t we push dying to a week from Friday?“

“Aw man, I got blood all over my good shoes.”

“I’m letting you go.”

“You know that Stockholm Syndrome where prisoners start to like and identify with their captors after being held hostage for long enough? No one has that yet.”

“You don’t need to treat me like that. I’m not crazy, okay?”

“That’s kinda hot.” 

“I expected it to be… bigger.”

(via the-write-ideas)

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Injured/death

“Hey, you’re bleeding!”

“Can you move?”

“You will be fine, I promise..”

“Don’t you dare to leave me. Not now.”

“We can get you fixed in no time.”

“Please get up.”

“I refuse to believe it will all end like this!”

“You won’t die, not on my watch!”

“Ouch.. that must hurt “

“Shit, wait.. I’ll patch you up.”

“What were you thinking?! You could’ve killed yourself!”

“I came too late..”

“You should’ve told me earlier.. I could’ve helped you!”

“I swear to god if you die on our way back I’ll kill you.”

“It’s nothing, just a scratch.”

“Look, no need to fuss over me. I’m fine!”

“Well, you see.. It’s a really long story. Will you help me or not?”

“I can’t make it.”

“I am dying. There is nothing you can do about it.”

“It’s not your fault, okay?”

“It just hurts… hurts so goddamn much.”

“Are you going to let me suffer more?”

“There is no happy ending to this.”

“I have been through worse…”

“I’m not going to lie, this is not how I planned this would go down.”

“They came out of nowhere.. I couldn’t react in time.”

“How bad does it look?”

“I knew this day would come.. sooner or later.”

[agentsterling]

Send me the FLAWS or QUIRKS you've noticed my muse has.

Let’s see who’s been paying attention.

[punchtig3r-archive]

yo blizzard…….beach skins when…………………………..

[rp-starters-ask-box-fillers]

Reblog if mun is shy but wants to interact with new people

[medicallysadistic-archive-deact]

Shipping Meme

[alienbound-blog1]

Send ❤️ if you ship our muses romantically. Send 💋 if you ship our muses sexually. Send 💀 if you ship our muses toxically. Send 🙊 if you ship our muses platonically. Send 👿 if you hate ship our muses. Send ✌ if you poly ship ours muses with another. Send 👎 if you don’t ship our muses at all. Send 👍 if you would like to discuss a possible ship.

[pexce-and-order]

“Not me fault that oi’m better than ya.”

She placed her hand over her chest rather proudly, it was true that the woman spent a lot more time on aesthetic AND the inventions use. She spent maybe a bit too much time on her weapons. Briefly looking, she scooted closer just to make him move his scrap again- it was humorous.

“What’re ya buildin’ now?”

[txtalmayhem-blog]

      ·· Better than me? Pfft, whatever.··

Junkrat scoffed and shooted away slightly, moving various parts away from her once again. He knew she was doing that on purpose. He leaned forward to grab a screwdriver.

           ·· Jus' some traps. Kinda buildin' them to look like the ones people use for bears, the sharp ones. Figured oi could sell some, or maybe use at some point.··

[littlestlabrat]

“Cosssi thinksss it might be hard to messss up asss isss.” she giggled some. “Happy to know Junkrat, yessss.” she purred and hugged him. “Bessst.”

[txtalmayhem-blog]

      ·· Aw, ya lil ankle-bita, you're too nice.··

Grinning back at her, he gently rested his non-mechanical hand on the top of her hood.

[belligerent-snow]

Polar Opposites-Literally.

[txtalmayhem-blog]

He stared back at her with wide eyes, still for a long moment before he grabbed the mechanical arm and darted around a corner, wanting nothing more than to get out of there. He was uncharistically silent the whole time. He ducked into the nearest empty room to quickly put it back on.

Great, so was Winston just passing around his mechanical limbs to anyone now? Honestly, he didn’t reconize the girl at all. Which made it all the more confusing. And embarassing

[belligerent-snow]

Yuki blinked in surprise, but let it go. She was going to introduce herself, but he ran before she could, and she instead went back to the lounging area, sitting down and sighing.

A million questions ran through her mind. Why did the arm look the way it did, but seemed to work with amazing function? She then wondered if she could recreate it, and wondered if Winston could answer her questions.

[txtalmayhem-blog]

He quickly went into the closest empty room, mechanical limb clutched tightly in his hand. He closed the door and sat down, in a mostly empty utility closet, (Wasn't like Overwatch was still getting that UN money anymore) and started to clumsily fasten the limb back into place. It would be a lot easier with two hands, as Roadhog usually helped, but Junkrat was still used to putting his arm back on single-handed. After it was done, he sat with his face in his hands, and groaned.

           ·· Can't believe that just fuckin' happened...··

[txtalmayhem-blog]

hey, sorry for not posting! im getting sick and I've kinda just been trying to take it easy, playing vidya games and stuff & being generally unmotivated to do stuff ))