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Appropriation Disclaimer

For anyone that might think it’s their duty to “educate me” etc.  First of all, I am a 27 year old adult that has taken numerous humanity, anthropology, and history courses.  When I go back for my Graduate work, it will be ON Anthropology. I am completely educated on what is cultural appropriation, what is cultural appreciation and what is just obsessive nonsense.

I am pagan, with many Native friends. My spiritual Mentor and Guide is a Lakota Shaman, and she is wonderful!  Many of my beautiful fans, medicine bags, beaded items, and Native art are originals by her. I feel truly blessed to have them in my house and many were made especially for me. 

I smudge, I wear moccs, I study Native Medicine, I use Native fans, I have spirit guides and some are spirit animals. When I am invited, I take part in Native ceremonies/healing practices. I do not own dreamcatchers but I have in the past, purchased from a Native artist. 

None of these practices are appropriation.  If you have been told otherwise, then please please check your facts with someone who is a regular participant in a Native Tribe.

What is appropriation? 

It’s when you imitate (incorrectly) a closed cultural practice that associated with a culture or religion that has been oppressed, stigmatized, stereotyped, and is a normal victim of white oppression.This can come in the form of making native crafts without being native and benefitting from sales. Or wearing cultural dress as a white person.  Being white, we are praised for wearing the fashion or style, meanwhile our Native friends are still oppressed and stigmatized for their culture. Incorrectly depicting native practices without being Native are all forms of Appropriation. 

Things incorrectly labeled as appropriation.

Tribes make a large part of their income by holding Pow Wow’s; Native Cultural events where the public is invited to come in, watch, learn, sometimes participate.  They teach smudging, they sell sage bundles, they will teach herbalism and recognizing plants, they even teach Native music and flute playing, drums, etc.

There are other closed practices that are not held at these events, such as the sweat lodge, and certain other Tribe Specific Ceremonies whose practices are not shared or open to the public, and there are specific practices reserved only for Native Performers.

But smudging, and anything else they publically teach non-natives is encouraged and perfectly okay.  If you have the opportunity to attend a Pow-Wow, do so!  It’s a wonderful way to learn about Native Cultures from the source. Which is exactly how they want you to combat appropriation. 

What can I do?

Spirit Animals and Guides are present across almost every Pagan or Pantheistic Religion. And the meanings and messages associated with these animals can be similar cross-culturally. You can absolutely have a spirit animal!  

Feathers in the hair is also a cross-cultural thing! Avoid wearing them in a specifically Native fashion, like headdresses. But… birds were in all regions of the world, and pagan cultures wore their feathers! I wouldn’t pair feathers with moccs, or other specifically Native American Dress because it could lead to a misunderstanding, but feathers do not belong to a specific culture. 

Wearing/Buying Moccasins? Go for it! But please TRY to purchase from Native sources so that you are supporting Native Tribes directly.  If you can’t afford it or don’t have a place nearby that sells them, it’s okay. But whenever possible try to buy from a Native Source. Also remember, animal skin shoes were part of all ancient cultures, not just Native. Although the name moccasin is Native American.
Making/Selling Moccasins? Please refrain. You are stealing revenue from Native Nations. This IS appropriation, especially if you are claiming they are “Native American” or “Indian”. 

Buying/Wearing things labeled “Native American/Indian” Yes yes yes! Just make sure that it is from a true native source. Jewelry, blankets, shirts, beading, clothing, moccasins, everything!! If it is sold BY a Native, you can definitely wear it! This is not appropriation at all!!!! 
Making/Selling things Labeled “Native American/Indian” when you are not Native NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU ARE NOT ONLY APPROPRIATING BUT YOU ARE COMMITTING A CRIME.

Buying/Wearing things from chain stores that have Native themes but are not Native Made NO NO NO!!! DO NOT! Avoid things with pictures of Indians, Dream Catchers, Native “looks”. THIS IS APPROPRIATION! A fashion designer and chain store has decided to profit from the Native Cultures without assisting them in any way.  If you want to take a step further, talk to the designers, and stores that care these clothes about appropriation, or write letters.

Buying/Owning Dreamcatchers

yes you can! But only from Native sources. The Law that actually protects Native Crafts is called the Dreamcatcher Act. 

Making/Selling Dreamcatchers No, it’s actually a crime, and is fully prosecutable. See Dreamcatcher Act. 

And so, in closing… there ARE native practices that I have been taught. Unless they are OKAY for you to share/practice, I won’t share them on my blog. I DO own lots of Native Made items that you will see in pics of my house/space. With them, I honor my Native Friends, I honor the beautiful land in which I live, and those pagans that came before in America. I smudge, I smoke cleanse (yeah they are slightly different), I own native drums and I play, I own Native Flutes and I play, I practice some acceptable Native Medicine that I have been taught, and I wear feathers in my hair in a northern european and viking styles at fests. I know what I am doing. I always make sure that I am being respectful to Natives and other Closed Cultures that often are appropriated.

**Why are Whites always targeted in these posts? They are not.  Historically speaking it was white European Settlers that oppressed, enslaved, and eventually committed genocide of over 600+ Native Nations. That is 600+ Cultures that are GONE forever. After that they turned them into entertainment at shows, in movies, and made Native styles fashionable.   This is Privilege; to believe that you can do whatever you want with another culture.  And today, it is primarily White individuals that seem to think that “Native” is a fashion statement or “trendy”, or “boho”. While other races can appropriate, it is less common here in America.  Minorities are more likely to respect other cultures and their difficulties because their of their own struggles with racial stereotypes, racial oppression, and cultural theft. If you look at this post and think to yourself “this just targets white people”, then you are in another pitfall of white privilege - thinking everything is about you. It isn’t about you. It is about respecting another culture’s boundaries between being a joke and having people educated about their history and value.


“Finally having entirely repacked the beaded bag three times, Hermione seemed unable to find any more reasons to delay: she and Harry gasped hands and disapparated, reappearing on a windswept heather-covered hillside. The instant they arrived, Hermione dropped Harry’s hand and walked away from him, finally sitting down on a large rock, her face on her knees, shaking with what he knew were sobs.”

nauticalparamour  asked:

Okay, bare with me here...if Crookshanks were like Mushu in Mulan? What kind of kick ass advice he would give her to help win the war?

I hope this meets your expectations! What a fun idea too! Thank you!

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, you can’t,” Hermione whispered furiously back, looking around the room she was sharing with Ginny to ensure no one saw her talking to the ginger colored half-kneazle who was currently trying to stuff his body, tail-end first, into her purple beaded bag despite the tie on it that made the opening no larger than her fist.

Crookshanks sent a cat version of a glare her way and dug his front claw in firmer to the mattress as his back end wiggled and pushed against the mostly closed opening.

“And will you quit it already? You are obviously not getting in there, you fat cat.” She scooped her familiar up, bringing his squashed, orange face close to hers. “Besides,” she continued, her voice still low to not attract any unwanted attention. “I don’t know if I’m even leaving yet. Just preparing.”

Crookshanks darted out a paw, laying it directly onto her mouth while carefully keeping his claws sheathed. “You and I both know there is no way this wedding is going off without some disaster. That’s why you have been pacing around this room for the past hour. I will be coming with you. I’m not letting you go out there with only Red-Boy and Trouble-Bringing-Boy as your only companions. You need me.”

She shushed him then, worried someone would discover the secret she had been keeping for years that her half-kneazle familiar was truly a unique creature gifted with high intelligence and the ability to talk, something not previously discovered with the magical part of his lineage. With everything she had lost recently, Hermione was not ready to share with anyone about her furry friend. She needed one thing no one else knew about, something just for her.

Settling him on the floor down despite his harumph of annoyance, she opened the bag fully and continued to check her list for anything else she needed to stow away inside it. Potions, books, herbs and even three blankets went in next before she was interrupted again by Crookshanks jumping back onto the bed, this time landing directly on top of her wand and her checklist. 

“Me next,” he insisted and so the hushed argument between the cat and the witch commenced again. Eventually, Hermione conceded, casting protective charms on her beloved pet before helping him into her extendable bag, hoping he wouldn’t be too uncomfortable amongst the other supplies nestled in the cavernous space the magic of the bag created.

She was irked to admit it to him later, once the boys were asleep safely in the tent that he had been right after all. The wedding had ended with chaos and sent the trio fleeing for safety sooner than they had initially planned. Crookshanks had meowed cockily and fixed her with an I told you so look before cuddling up in her arm, his warm fur under her chin. Together they sat, keeping watch over the tent while he entertained her with exaggerated retellings of all the times he had tried to kill the “Rat-Man” in her second year. 

Christian Louboutin - Piloutin Maharadja bag

“Tied to Place: Christian Louboutin was sitting in traffic in Mumbai’s tony Malabar Hill neighborhood when a burst of jewel tones inside a tiny storefront caught his eye. ‘The sun was hitting it just so, and you could see how beautiful and colorful the ribbons were, ‘ says Louboutin of his chance sighting of Vivah Borders, an embroidery shop on Nepean Sea Road. He returned the next day and walked out with 40 plastic bags overflowing with trimmings, ‘ I had to buy extra suitcases to carry it all home,’ he adds, The result? The Piloutin Maharadja handbag - inspired and dictated by a finite supply of ribbon. Although each bag is unique, all have hints of shimmering gold, bold cobalt, and of course Louboutin’s signature crimson.“~ Jayna Maleri

photograph by Stephen Lewis


  1. What is your name? Marlou/Lou
  2. How old are you? 19
  3. What kind of blog do you run? multifandom
  4. What is your biggest nerdy obsession? probably harry potter 
  5. Who is your favourite character of all time? derek hale
  6. What is your favourite book of all time? harry potter and the order of the phoenix
  7. What is your favourite magical creature? thestrals
  8. What made up object do you wish was real? hermione’s beaded bag with undetectable extension charm
  9. Where do you wish you went to school? hogwarts!!!
  10. Name your favourite ships. sterek, allisaac, hinny, jily, wolfstar, drarry, fremione
  11. Which character do you want to marry? probably isaac lahey
  12. What is your favourite song? atm it’s la devotee by p!atd
  13. What is 3 facts nobody knows about you? 1. i have pretty bad scoliosis, 2. i travel 2 hours to uni both ways every day, 3. i can never find jeans that fit me the way i want to because they’re either way too small at the hips and perfect at my calfs or perfect at the hips and way too loose at my calfs
  14. Least fave book of all times and why? looking for alaska lmao, it’s just so pretentious and heteronormative crap and i’m honestly so over it
  15. Which characters are your role models? derek hale, luna lovegood, hermione granger
  16. Favourite video game? i only play the sims so lmao
  17. Are you proud to be a nerd? why? hell yeah! i love being excited and sharing my excitement over my favourite things with other people and if that’s considered nerdy, so be it lmao. i stopped being bothered by it ages ago.
  18. Tag 10 people! @lenvluthor @lvkes @mollyprewett @kilewoodwork @thefalloutkid @delzinrowe

@proudnerdsnet :)

Went to Amazing Hawaii Comic Con on September 20th and cosplayed as Jamie the Mailman from Steven Universe!

I had a ton of fun having people recognize me and got to participate in a Steven Universe cosplay meet-up/photoshoot. If you got a photo of me, I’d love to see it!

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     Pictured (first pic):
-Plastic “gems”
-Misc. beads (Plastic)
-Misc beads (Metal)
-Slightly more ‘realistic’ plastic 'gems’
-Strands of beads (upper right bag)
-Red reflective tape
-Real dyed rabbits foot
-Tiny…pompoms? (white and purple, micro-cotton balls)
-Tiny plastic containers
-Blue plastic beads
-Tiny red bells
-Med. silver bell
-Egg..thing. It opens up and can hold stuff.
     Second Pic:
-Sketch book (hand pressed paper, never used)
-“Grab bag” of ribbon (will not separate, its all or nothing with this. May change container if asked)
     Not Pictured:
-Yes amounts of feathers
-Giant rolls of ribbon (can provide pic upon request; have blue, silver, black, and green)
-Buttons (possibly able to do pics)
-Dog fur (brushed from 14 y/o husky-border collie mix. Taken and offered with his permission)

     What I want:
-Crystals and pearls (anything but rough quartz. Otherwise i’m not picky on color/shape/size/etc.)
-Pelts or leather (any animal)
-Skeleton Keys
-Driftwood (not picky on body of water-sea, creek, lake, anything works)
-Herbs and Spices (dried preferred, but fresh is ok) *please be food-grade, i do plan on cooking with some of these*
-Metal or wooden bracelet/necklace charms

Mainly looking for pelts/fur right now, but i know that’s a long shot with my current items so I’d be happy with anything else I listed ^.^ Please message me on nox919. Thank you :)

GOT7 Mark x reader smut.

Request : Can I request story about Mark (from got7) pleaseeeeeee?

Author’s Note: Sure. I’m so sorry that this is so late. I hope you enjoy it as much as I had to write it. It’s my first time so… I honestly think it may disappoint you? Haha I really thought this through though that’s why it kinda late. 

Pairing : Reader x Mark Tuan

Genre : Smut and slight fluff

Length : 3185 words

Warnings: Language. Daddy and baby girl kinks.

[Mark’s POV]

She caught me staring at her again.

“Damn it…” I muttered.

I looked away as if nothing happened. I couldn’t help it… I mean she had been there working the punching bag while beads of sweat rolled off her face, brows furrowed in concentration. I wish I could make her sweat like that.

She looked so hot and fierce and everything about her seemed so captivating. “Why am I so horny today. For fuck’s sake. Get ahold of yourself, dumbass. Unless you want to end up with a boner and showing it to the whole world,” I thought to myself.

I walked over to the table filled with members’ information and went through the list of recently joined members hoping to find that particularly name and soon enough, I found it. (y/n) it is. Ugh Jackson is lucky to be her instructor. Anyone could tell just by looking at her that she has experience in mixed martial arts. She still has some slight flaws in the way she fights, though.

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“He also has his black moods, as we all do - and God help anyone who at that time incites his wrath!” - Ravi Shankar

“George had two incredible separate personalities. He had the love bag-of-beads personality. And the bag of anger.” - Ringo Starr    

“His face was a mask of fury and contempt; I had never seen an angrier man. George’s anger even paralyzed John.” - May Pang, Loving John 

“I saw George back-out three Hell’s Angels. We were in an office together with Alistair [Taylor], and these three Angels just flung open the door and walked straight in. I was looking for the closet, but George walked straight up to the biggest guy in the middle and said, ‘What are you doing here? We don’t want you here, we’re having a meeting.’ The guy must have outweighed him by 200lbs, but he just walked back and kept saying, ‘I know you, I know you…’ He walked out the door and George shut it in his face.” - Jackie Lomax, George Harrison: Behind the Locked Door 

“You’ll stay on the fucking label. Hare Krishna.” - George to Paul

“Suddenly the entire Drug Squad began pressing so close that George was moved to shout: ‘Give us some fucking room, will you! I’m not going to run away!’ Whereupon a press photographer duly popped out of the bushes, temporarily blinding us with his flash camera as he snapped his group portrait. At that, George completely blew his top. 'What the fuck do you think you’re doing on my property?’ he yelled. 'I’m gonna fucking kill you, you bastard!’ Tearing after the photographer, with the entire Drug Squad fast at his heels, George embarked upon a protracted wild-goose chase around his own garden. Observing it all from the drive, I couldn’t help but laugh; bad as I felt for George, the scene was altogether worthy of a Marx Brothers film.” - Pete Shotton on George’s drug bust

"As we were listening, I noticed that something down in the studio had caught George Harrison’s attention. After a moment or two he began staring bug-eyed out the control room window… Yoko had gotten out of bed and was slowly padding across the studio floor, finally coming to a stop at Harrison’s Leslie cabinet, which had a packet of McVitie’s Digestive Biscuits on top. Idly, she began opening the packet and delicately removed a single biscuit. Just as the morsel reached her mouth, Harrison could contain himself no longer. ‘THAT BITCH!’ Everyone looked aghast, but we all knew exactly who he was talking about. ‘She’s just taken one of my biscuits!’” - Geoff Emerick, Here, There And Everywhere

“A couple weeks later George dropped by the Pheasantry and left me acetates of the double album on which [While My guitar Gently Weeps] was going to appear[…] Word had got back to him that I was playing the [White Album] around town, and he was furious and gave me a huge bollocking[…] For a little while I steered clear of him, but in time we became friends again, although after that, I was always a little wary of letting my guard down around him.” - Eric Clapton, Clapton: The Autobiography

“I think chanting helped George a lot, overcoming feelings of distress and anger.” - Mukunda Goswami


So much stim stuff 💙
(13 things of play-doh, two silly sludges, to baby food jars full of water beads, one jar full of gummy crystals, five jars of slime, small plastic container of slime, two containers of bouncing putty, bag of Kinetic sand, bag of beads, play-doh accessories, putty, bag of pebbles, bag of marbles, four things of floam, more gems and rocks, six balloons filled with various thins (sand, fake snow, flour,water beads, play doh),bits of an eraser, earbud holder, rubber earbud thing, scrap of fabric, three safety pins with beads on them, black piece of plastic, three cloth pouches with various things in them (a hair clip that clicks, beads and a pebble)

anonymous asked:

Ұ (Alphie)

Symbol Meme || Accepting


ұ - for my muse to comfort yours after witnessing an emotional meltdown

She hadn’t known what she’d been expecting from their first night together. She’d had months to think about it in theory, months to prepare, to wish, to dream. But Hermione had done none of those things, she’d written him letters she’d never sent. Locked away in her beaded bag, not a sensible decision by any means but she couldn’t bring herself to destroy them. However, that had been the closest she had gotten to allowing herself to dream of anything with him. To long for him, to crave him. She simply hadn’t allowed herself that luxury, or she wasn’t sure she would ever get through the time apart.

Everything had been happening so fast, and before they’d had chance to talk, to figure out what was happening, they were together in the bed at Shell Cottage and Hermione felt an almost desperate need to be close to him. To feel him pressed against her, to connect with him in the most intimate of ways, to wrap her legs around his waist and press him closer and deeper. Only, as she straddled his waist, as a wave of her hand sent his shirt to the unknown, what she hadn’t expected were the tears. She hadn’t expected the confession of what Bellatrix had made him do to come tumbling from his lips and she certainly hadn’t expected the claims he made about himself. About deserving her. About being dirty and unworthy.

It broke her heart.

Alphard Orion Black. You listen to me right now.” Her voice was stern, firm despite her heart breaking for him. For them. Because to be anything else was to give legs to his fears, was to encourage them, embed them in his mind until he could no longer escape them. Hermione refused to be a reason for Alphie to suffer. She refused to allow herself to encourage those fears in anyway. Despite her own issues, despite her irrational jealousy, and insecurities over silly things like experience levels. Despite these things, she wanted to be what he needed. She needed to be needed.

“We are above this. You and I.” She murmured, hands cupping his face, thumbs wiping gently at the tears. “We are more than the physical. We are connected, we will always be connected and I want you to do whatever it is you need to do to stay alive.” Her eyes met his, hard and determined, yet filled with so much love for this man she thought she might burst. “You had to be intimate with her? I only care that it was forced on you. I only care that it’s causing you so much pain.”

She paused, her head tilted as she studied him carefully, eyes softening as they tracked the familiar lines of his face. The face she’d missed so much; the face she knew another had looked upon. But nobody would see him the way she did. Nobody would know him the way she did. “I would tell you do it again. In a heartbeat if it meant at the end of this, you’d be alive and waiting for me. I would tell you to do it over and over again if it meant you kept your family safe, that we’d have a life to come back to at the end of this.”

She leant down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, one hand sliding from his cheek to rest against his heart. “You’re not dirty, bad or unfaithful.” She murmured, feeling his heartbeat through the warm skin of his chest. “You are brave. You are innocent and you are mine.” She paused, pressing another kiss to the opposite corner. “I love you Alphie, I loved you before and I love you now. Don’t let her take this from us.”

1920s Style Ladies Hats Copyright © AFP / Harlingue / Roger-Viollet.  Accessories were a key part of the 1920s look. The accessories were extravagant, big and opulent. Taken from the art deco and Egyptian style, beaded bags, feather boas and embellished head bands were the accessory of choice for evening. Pearls were a staple accessory encouraged by the designer Coco Chanel.