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Orphaned transracial international ungrateful insurgent Class Bastard.
Apr 22 '14


people sleep on this show so much

i love me some Gus

(Source: filthypiratehooker)

Apr 22 '14

hatstand / grace bol by nick knight and ruth hogben for philip treacy

hatstand / grace bol by nick knight and ruth hogben for philip treacy

Apr 22 '14


#126. Not knowing whether or not my biological mother is alive is strange and somewhat unsettling for me. Wherever she is, I just hope she’s in a good place.

Apr 22 '14

Breathing architecture, HD video clip available here. —A. SUN


Breathing architecture, HD video clip available here. A. SUN

Apr 22 '14


i have made a post like this but here it goes *deep breath*: 


it is when a child of one ethnicity is adopted by parents of another ethnicity.

white people just hijacked this term from adoptees and are using it for their racist motives. ‘transethnic’ is a real term. you’re just using it wrong. 

^Individuals who grasp this simple fact reaaaally shouldn’t be as rare as they are.

Apr 22 '14



Inuit Throat-Singing: A Gutteral Game Gets a Cultural Resurgence

“It’s a friendly competition between girls, something they would do while the men were out hunting,” said Kathy in at interview at the conference. Karin added: ”It’s part of Inuit culture. It’s an oral tradition, it’s something that can’t be written down, it has to be learned from someone else,.”

A “game” of throat-singing begins with two women facing each other, standing close and sometimes holding each other’s arms. One begins to sing, while the other follows. The game can last up to a few minutes, and ends when one loses her breath, laughs, or breaks concentration in any way. Some sources, such as Pulaarvik Kablu Friendership Centre, cite that it was once practiced with their lips practically touching, the women using their opponent’s mouth cavity as a sound resonator.

For more of the rich cultural history of Canada’s Inuit throat-singing, keep reading on Atlas Obscura…

Wow!! this is awesome!

Apr 22 '14

Obviously she’s Wonder Woman. I mean, look at this pose alone. 


Obviously she’s Wonder Woman. I mean, look at this pose alone. 

(Source: sugarandspicer)

Apr 21 '14


my 3 year old sister of indian heritage already hates the way she looks because she doesn’t look like 99% of the white girls in disney/tv/toys and it breaks my fucking heart. she’s 3 fucking years old and shedding genuine tears because she has dark skin and hair and eyes, so dont dare pull a fucking hissy fit when people actually try to be fucking POC inclusive with something as important as children’s media 

"but it’s an old EUROPEAN fairy tale" yeah suck my dick

Apr 20 '14







I just want Batman to tell a joke, get laid, feel an emotion, and have an adventure that makes me be like, whoa, I’ve never seen/thought of this kind of thing before. 

I can already see the newsarama articles on the fanboy outrage now

Doesn’t DC have a whole “Batman can never sit down” thing, too? Because it makes him less intimidating or something?

oh my god i thought you were kidding

"I would like to relay an editorial comment that I received near the end of my time writing the Dark Knight New 52 series. In one scene, I had written that Batman is sitting on a rooftop during an intense conversation, close to a person who has been injured. The editorial comment: "We’re not sure you are "getting" the character because it’s common knowledge that Batman never sits down." This, mind you, after I had made it clear I was not going to rewrite material for the umpteenth time after it had already been approved."

Was the editor Dwight from The Office?

Apr 19 '14
"I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a lowdown dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it. Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife."
Happy Birthday, Zora Neale Hurston! (Text from Dust Tracks on a Road.)