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apparently i still need to hold peoples hands through this so if you just dont like rap or hip hop or dancehall i am begging you to just fucking ask why. why is it that even if its one verse on a song you otherwise love it ruins the whole song. why is it that when an artist you like borrows from or works with any other genre youre okay with it but not when its rap or hip hop. be honest with yourself and look at your music taste and ask yourself what the music you dont like has in common and why they might have that in common.

maybe you dont care about fall out boy featuring a black artist specifically, but why is it that these genres which are dominated by black artists are the ones you dislike. what is it about them that you dont like. dont "i dont know i just dont like them" me, i want you to look at your music taste and really sit with yourself and think about why you like what you like and dont like what you dont like.

because everyone, not just nonblack people, EVERYONE is bombarded with the idea that black art is inferior. that blackness in general is inferior. i have heard people say that they just think rap and hip hop isnt as deep as pop punk, and its really fucking transparent when you have shit like this is america by childish gambino, same drugs by chance the rapper, humble by kendrick lamar, take it back by logic, and you really really expect me to believe that vague lyrical gesturing at the concept of depression is somehow inherently superior to that.

you are hiding behind the fact that in theory, a genre can simply not be to your taste, so as to ignore the fact that in practice, against your will, you have been taught that black people are unsophisticated and shallow, and it influences every fucking thing you do. either admit that, or stop listening to fall out boy, because pete wentz isnt "one of the good ones", hes black, and youve just been ignoring it. fuck you.

this post must be reblogged by everyone

i hope im not only a mutual to u but also someone u can refer to in conversation as ur friend from overseas so u appear worldly and well-traveled

I bet octopuses think bones are horrific. I bet all their cosmic horror stories involve rigid-limbs and hinged joints.

To an octopus, a human is like a thinking being with blood-stained coral growing inside it.

I need to sit down and breathe into a bag for a while.

Its parts were obscenely limited in their movement. Each hinge could open or close only a small amount before reaching its limit, yet by working in concert they demonstrated unexpected dexterity, moving and manipulating the objects before it with cunning equal to my own. It was more torso than limb, as though a seal had been stretched and warped, given long grasping tentacles filled with bones like bars of coral.  It’s head was most horrid of all, flat and ovoid, jutting out too small from the trunk as though it belonged to a beast half its size.

The thing rose upon its lowermost appendages, two long trunks that ended in flat, protruding flippers that branched into stubby, grasping mockeries of a sucker. It’s triple-hinged uppermost limbs were similar, but the ends branched into five smaller tentacles, each with three hinges of their own.

I froze, as the thing’s gaze fell upon me and it opened its hideous fish-jaw, filled with thick, many-shaped teeth like white shards of stone, and spoke in a shrill, discordant babble. I felt its horrid dry grip on my flesh, as those hinged appendages closed on me like the legs of a crab.

I felt the heat of its body, tasted its noxious, oily flesh through my touch, and prepared for the end, and all went black as a swoon overtook me.

I awoke, some time later, the cold and comforting water, banished back to the comfort of the sea and the dark. I should be grateful I am alive. I should cast aside the experience like a half-remembered dream.

I shall never again go swimming in search of lights above. The last thing I recall before the darkness took me was my right eye popping free of the thing’s grasp enough to see into the distance for one brief moment.

I saw thousands of lights.

ok so it turns out “horror but it’s about something mundane from the perspective of a non-human animal” fucks severely

just painted an onion on a cutting board and i think it’s the peak of my artistic career

look at her…

she gets stronger!

the full painting is finally complete!

This is giving me emotions that I myself do not fully understand

Maybe you're just tearing up because someone has been cutting onions

[ID: Four screencaps from Taskmaster. Ed Gamble gradually emerges from behind a hedge in a garden, crawling on all fours. He's wearing a fluffy black and white dog suit, a red bow tie, and a pair of triangular ears. He also has a black patch painted around one eye, a black nose, and a pink tongue drawn on his chin. End ID.]

one day itll be 2023 and everything will be good

you fucking liar

one of my favorite regional rainbow flags is one i recently learned about and isn't in the link provided

so, this is the Sámi flag, which is already a fantastic flag, tbh

and this is the Sápmi Pride flag

Animal Crossing Gyroid Planters made by Victoria Coots

requested by napalmhearts

Has this been done yet

[ID: Pippin : "What about pride month?"

Aragorn, next to a Pride flag, "You've already had Pride month"

Pippin: next to a Disabled Pride flag, "We've had one, yes, but what about second Pride month?" /ID]

Cat with a kitten, gargoyle-chimère on the roof of the Château de Pierrefonds, France. Built ca.1393-1407, restored between 1857-1885

Dan Lam’s Radiant Otherworldly Sculptures Evoke Interstellar Phenomena in ‘Cosmic Shake’

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just a reminder: labels don't have to be forever. pick a label that fits with you right now... don't feel guilty if it changes later. some labels won't fit perfectly either, just pick one you feel fits the best. sexuality is a wide spectrum and there will not be a label to describe everything.

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD