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Born Under a Bad Sign // When the Levee Breaks
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Born Under a Bad Sign // When the Levee Breaks
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Mar. 11th, 2017
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“There is magic in decay.
A dance to be done
For the rotting,”
- Dan Chelotti, from “Compost,” Poetry (June 2014)
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“There is magic in decay.
A dance to be done
For the rotting,”
- Dan Chelotti, from “Compost,” Poetry (June 2014)
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adventures-in-asexuality:
nakedmallrat:
cant believe a bunch of english kids go through a fuckin cupboard and find a magical kingdom full of wonder and they go “yeah we’re the royal family now”
typical english behaviour
I think what’s more creepily imperialistic is the reaction of everyone in Narnia to the Pevensies.
Like, the Pevensies end up the royal family in large part because everyone’s like ‘it has been prophesied that you will come and rule us and everything will be great!’ and, well, in-universe I can’t really fault them on that; if I were a young teen or pre-teen in a completely foreign country, I too would probably just go along with whatever seem to make people friendly to me.
But the reaction of the Narnians, in almost ubiquitously welcoming these foreigners as obviously destined to rule them even though they know nothing of the country and the culture… now that is some creepily imperialist writing.
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adventures-in-asexuality:
nakedmallrat:
cant believe a bunch of english kids go through a fuckin cupboard and find a magical kingdom full of wonder and they go “yeah we’re the royal family now”
typical english behaviour
I think what’s more creepily imperialistic is the reaction of everyone in Narnia to the Pevensies.
Like, the Pevensies end up the royal family in large part because everyone’s like ‘it has been prophesied that you will come and rule us and everything will be great!’ and, well, in-universe I can’t really fault them on that; if I were a young teen or pre-teen in a completely foreign country, I too would probably just go along with whatever seem to make people friendly to me.
But the reaction of the Narnians, in almost ubiquitously welcoming these foreigners as obviously destined to rule them even though they know nothing of the country and the culture… now that is some creepily imperialist writing.
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johncribati:
blackness-by-your-side:
As far as I am concerned, she has nights where they make food from the cultures of each respective kid. And she makes sure all her kids maintain their dual citizenship (where they’re from and US) & visit often. Jolie is an exception, she doesn’t steal, she respects, embraces and accepts. She raises her children with understanding and compassion of people of different race and culture. Bravo.
The one white woman who’s tryna do interracial adoption right and they try and drag her?
Not to mention her nannies come from her childrens’ home country so that they’re able to learn more about their culture????? Leave the poor woman alone!
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upnorthwino:
johncribati:
blackness-by-your-side:
As far as I am concerned, she has nights where they make food from the cultures of each respective kid. And she makes sure all her kids maintain their dual citizenship (where they’re from and US) & visit often. Jolie is an exception, she doesn’t steal, she respects, embraces and accepts. She raises her children with understanding and compassion of people of different race and culture. Bravo.
The one white woman who’s tryna do interracial adoption right and they try and drag her?
Not to mention her nannies come from her childrens’ home country so that they’re able to learn more about their culture????? Leave the poor woman alone!
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rrahl:
Block of wood isn’t trying to fix this. I am.
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rrahl:
Block of wood isn’t trying to fix this. I am.
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It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia S12E10 - The Gang dancing to Genius of Love by Tom Tom Club, requested by anonymous.
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bobbiesdraper:
It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia S12E10 - The Gang dancing to Genius of Love by Tom Tom Club, requested by anonymous.
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“Interviewer: Did he find romance [at university]?
Carl Barât: Yeah, that’s why I left early. I met Peter.”
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“Interviewer: Did he find romance [at university]?
Carl Barât: Yeah, that’s why I left early. I met Peter.”
- Guardian Interview, April 2006 (via shethatscarlos, erminefurs) (via actualcarlbarat) (via soyonscruels)
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frozen-delight:
12x15 | Something Between Heaven and Hell
Seems like Davy LOL!Canon Perez still hasn’t bothered to watch any of the show’s previous episodes. Otherwise he couldn’t possibly have missed that Dean is a neat freak, that Dean loves showers, that Dean’s the one who tends to the laundry and that Dean’s the one who cares most about keeping the bunker clean.
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frozen-delight:
12x15 | Something Between Heaven and Hell
Seems like Davy LOL!Canon Perez still hasn’t bothered to watch any of the show’s previous episodes. Otherwise he couldn’t possibly have missed that Dean is a neat freak, that Dean loves showers, that Dean’s the one who tends to the laundry and that Dean’s the one who cares most about keeping the bunker clean.
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bobbimorxe:
Wherever you go, I will be waiting. Wherever you hide, I will hunt you down.
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bobbimorxe:
Wherever you go, I will be waiting. Wherever you hide, I will hunt you down.
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communicants:
Un homme qui dort (Bernard Queysanne, 1974)
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communicants:
Un homme qui dort (Bernard Queysanne, 1974)
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animateglee:
ohboywonder:
is that no teacher ever called him James by accident, or that Ron never was called “Bill-, eh Charl-, no Per-, argh!”
As a younger sister who knows this struggle all too well: THIS IS REAL. Pretty sure 70% of my past teachers still think I’m called what my sister is called in fact.
Imagine Fred being called Percy by McGonagall accidentally and then he gets so offended that he refers to her by “Professor [insert any other name but McGonagall” for the rest of the year, costing Gryffindor a considerable amount of points one at a time.
From then on, she vows to just call them all Mr Weasley.
Until Ginny comes along and she calls her Mr Weasley by accident and Ginny “accidentally’ calls her Sir and it starts again.
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animateglee:
ohboywonder:
is that no teacher ever called him James by accident, or that Ron never was called “Bill-, eh Charl-, no Per-, argh!”
As a younger sister who knows this struggle all too well: THIS IS REAL. Pretty sure 70% of my past teachers still think I’m called what my sister is called in fact.
Imagine Fred being called Percy by McGonagall accidentally and then he gets so offended that he refers to her by “Professor [insert any other name but McGonagall” for the rest of the year, costing Gryffindor a considerable amount of points one at a time.
From then on, she vows to just call them all Mr Weasley.
Until Ginny comes along and she calls her Mr Weasley by accident and Ginny “accidentally’ calls her Sir and it starts again.
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itsokaysammy:
Dean looked so soft when Crowley mentioned koalas.
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itsokaysammy:
Dean looked so soft when Crowley mentioned koalas.
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margothegreat:
How to assemble a robbery crew - just ask↳ “Not gonna lie, I always wanted to rob a bank.”
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margothegreat:
How to assemble a robbery crew - just ask↳ “Not gonna lie, I always wanted to rob a bank.”
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special times for cat people
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hippyelfchick:
when they’re cleaning their feets and spread all their little toes out
when they smelled something weird and make a stinky face
when they walk up to you making little chirpy purrs of inquiry
when they get distracted by a noise mid-lick and a tongue blep occurs
when they see a bird and do that ekekekk thing
when they become possessed by the devil and tear around the house with demonic speed and then pause mid-vicious-attack of a scratching pole to whip their head around and fix you with their all-pupil stare of unhinged terror
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hippyelfchick:
when they’re cleaning their feets and spread all their little toes out
when they smelled something weird and make a stinky face
when they walk up to you making little chirpy purrs of inquiry
when they get distracted by a noise mid-lick and a tongue blep occurs
when they see a bird and do that ekekekk thing
when they become possessed by the devil and tear around the house with demonic speed and then pause mid-vicious-attack of a scratching pole to whip their head around and fix you with their all-pupil stare of unhinged terror
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airyairyquitecontrary:
nonhoration:
closet-keys:
a-humble-gremlin:
wouldbeking:
hungry-hobbits:
lord-kitschener:
witaminb:
cowpunk.
My neyme is cowe,
And wenn it’s daye,
The farmer-mann is far-awaye,
And busey with somme othyr junc,
So I meete my fryend
I greete the punk
is he asking for their autographs
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Amazing
he’s reading them poetry
Today it’s time for confession and this is a pretty good picture to be confessing about. There I was in Scotland, just happily looking through the viewfinder of a Nikon N90 (sweet camera for the era) mounted on my 80-200 f/2.8 Nikkor sitting on a tripod, staring at Rusty and Tufty, two of the hulkiest Highland cattle I had ever seen. I was there photographing whisky country for National Geographic Traveler magazine and so I was in the Highlands town of Dalwhinnie, home of the eponymous whisky. Highland “coos” (as the Scots like to call them) are not exactly a profound photographic subject but I wasn’t feeling particularly profound, anyway. I just couldn’t think of anything better to point my camera at.
When suddenly, out of nowhere, this guy with Mohawk hair and a leather jacket walked into my viewfinder. I never saw him coming at all. Hardly had a chance to pop my head over the camera to see if what I was seeing in the viewfinder was, in fact, real when he pulled out a loaf of white bread and started feeding Rusty and Tufty, who seemed to be well acquainted with the drill. Recovering swiftly (I try to do that when good fortune rescues me from my general incompetence), I hit the motor drive and let it run.
Just dumb blind luck!
Which I will never, ever turn down. And I will always thanks the gods of fortune for shining their light on me for just a moment. And I will never, ever get over the feeling of just how wonderful it is when this happens, when the world presents you with a moment of splendid reality, when the serendipity of life just seems so deliciously improbable and yet so absolutely right.
Well, there it is. I didn’t deserve it but I got it. That’s my confession.
-Jim Richardson, Dumb Blind Luck
HE IS IN FACT GIVING THEM BRED TO LIK
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airyairyquitecontrary:
nonhoration:
closet-keys:
a-humble-gremlin:
wouldbeking:
hungry-hobbits:
lord-kitschener:
witaminb:
cowpunk.
My neyme is cowe,
And wenn it’s daye,
The farmer-mann is far-awaye,
And busey with somme othyr junc,
So I meete my fryend
I greete the punk
is he asking for their autographs
@a-humble-gremlin @blogteas the only version of this meme i will ever accept
Amazing
he’s reading them poetry
Today it’s time for confession and this is a pretty good picture to be confessing about. There I was in Scotland, just happily looking through the viewfinder of a Nikon N90 (sweet camera for the era) mounted on my 80-200 f/2.8 Nikkor sitting on a tripod, staring at Rusty and Tufty, two of the hulkiest Highland cattle I had ever seen. I was there photographing whisky country for National Geographic Traveler magazine and so I was in the Highlands town of Dalwhinnie, home of the eponymous whisky. Highland “coos” (as the Scots like to call them) are not exactly a profound photographic subject but I wasn’t feeling particularly profound, anyway. I just couldn’t think of anything better to point my camera at.
When suddenly, out of nowhere, this guy with Mohawk hair and a leather jacket walked into my viewfinder. I never saw him coming at all. Hardly had a chance to pop my head over the camera to see if what I was seeing in the viewfinder was, in fact, real when he pulled out a loaf of white bread and started feeding Rusty and Tufty, who seemed to be well acquainted with the drill. Recovering swiftly (I try to do that when good fortune rescues me from my general incompetence), I hit the motor drive and let it run.
Just dumb blind luck!
Which I will never, ever turn down. And I will always thanks the gods of fortune for shining their light on me for just a moment. And I will never, ever get over the feeling of just how wonderful it is when this happens, when the world presents you with a moment of splendid reality, when the serendipity of life just seems so deliciously improbable and yet so absolutely right.
Well, there it is. I didn’t deserve it but I got it. That’s my confession.
-Jim Richardson, Dumb Blind Luck
HE IS IN FACT GIVING THEM BRED TO LIK
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