who should you fight: monsterkind edition
  • roy: just dont. who sees roy and wants to fight him. hes too soft and kind. dont.
  • kip: again why??? hes just nervous and sad dont fight him. also he has like no control over his powers so who knows he could wreck ur ass just dont
  • molly: ok shes so great why would you want to fight her? also she could dunk on u so hard. dont
  • wallace: hes such a baby you could kick his ass so easily but why would you ever?
  • ben: dont fight ben he has been through so much please dont
  • pascal: he is so large and probably really sweaty and could probably kick your ass but hes really sweet please dont
  • charlie: charlie has been through so much please be nice to charlie plus he could absolutely end you. dont fight charlie
  • Louise: let louise live their life
  • sal: ok who even is sal? we may never know. fight him
  • maggie: whats wrong with maggie dont fight maggie shes too kind
  • kate: kate would kick your ass dont fight kate
  • mr crimmins: kick mr crimmins ass hes the worst
  • eno: please fight eno i love him but his dramatic ass needs to be taken down a notch
Tokyo Ghoul vs Literature: Red Dragon - A Metaphor for Hide and Kaneki’s Relationship

Sorry about the delay in this one, I actually lost the book Red Dragon fro awhile and I had to go find it. Anyway this time around we’re gong to look at a character I don’t talk about as often, Hide. During one of the flashes to Hide’s room we’re presented with a brief collection of his interests as mostly a background element. While the various manga volumes do show how his tastes clash with Kaneki, the one that stands out the most in a Red Dragon poster.

Let’s explore the connection between the two underneath the cut.

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Spencer Reid Headcanons: When you’re taller than he is.

Originally posted by nationgubler

So I actually love Tall! Girls and Short! Guys and wished their were more examples online. It’s so cute! Why aren’t there more couples like that? I like doing the headcanons while I’m busy and maybe I’ll do more soon. For reference, Matthew is 6′1″.

  • Being really insecure about your height at first since most guys don’t pay attention to tall females romantically.
  • Bending over to give him kisses.
  • Spence saying you’re way out of his league.
  • He won’t say it out loud, maybe until you’ve progressed into your relationship further, but he finds your legs really sexy.
  • When you first start dating he noticed that you wore flats out in public with him but saw how you stared at women wearing heels so he bought you some (with the help of Emily and Garcia) and hoped that due to the social politeness of wearing gifts around a person you receive that you would.
  • You did, and he loved how confident you felt.
  • He liked to buy custom-made dresses for you because of how upset you would get when you would go shopping and a cute dress looked like a shirt.
  • When he introduces you to the team he has this dreamy look on his face.
  • They all love you.
  • If Spencer is reading/doing paperwork and you want attention, you can bet that you’ll snatch it up and put it on a shelf only you can reach until he promises he’ll finish soon.
  • Doesn’t matter whether you’re the big spoon or the little spoon, Spence don’t mind. It’s either your limbs wrapped around him, making him feel safe, or he gets to hold onto you tightly. Like a lil’ spider monkey.
  • He  never asks you to reach things partly due to not wanting to bother you and partly due to the fact that he knew that all he needed was a chair to climb on.
  • He gets a little upset because he would want to surprise you with kisses but because he can’t reach up to your cheek on his tiptoes he’ll have to improvise by waiting until you lay down or volunteering to serve dinner so that you’ll be seated.
  • He couldn’t are if you were a million feet tall or a centimeter small, he loves you for you.
City of Stars

A/N Hey there! So wth Dragobete (AKA Romainian Valentines day) coming up, for some reason it has got me in a mood to write a few love stories to get everyone else in a lovey mood. So I was listeing to the La La Land musical? movie sound track (which I am in love with) and I decided to write a Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Imagine bassed off of two (well really one) of the songs which you can listen to here and here Hope you enjoy!

Pairings/ Characters: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: Nothing fam enjoy your fluff :)

Originally posted by the-ghost-of-utopia

From the momment he saw her walk into Lux, Lucifer knew that there was something there. He felt, what he had heard humans refer to as a spark. Y/N was undeniably beautiful, though not in the traditional sense. She had a more artistic and precise beauty to her. And her voice sounded like the most beautiful musical instrument, soft and gentle. She had walked into Lux, her Y/H/C hair braided in a loose side braid, and a simple knee lenght dress. Compared to the rest of her friends, who dressed in attire Lucifer was all to familer with, Y/N stuck out like a sore thumb.

 Lucifer’s attention was immediatly drawn to her. He waved off the two women who has been fawning over him and made his way accross the loud club. As her friends left to get drinks, Lucifer alked up to her, his heart suddenly beating a million times faster. 

“Well hello there,” Lucifer said, “What may be your name, love?

“Oh hi,” she replied. “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. And you?”

“Lucifer Morningstar,” He replied. He glanced at the bar where her friends at gone, only to find them not there. Rather they were having the time of their lives with some random men on the dance floor.

“’Would you like to dance with me?” Lucifer blurted out. He quickly regained his compossure when he saw her shocked reaction. “I only meant.. well you’re alone here. Clubs like this are no fun when you’re alone.”

“Oh I m not alone, I am here with a couple of friends,” Y/N started. “They just went over there to…” She said point o the bar. She stopped when she realized they wern’t there. “Oh… well they are here. Somewhere. I don’t intend on staying.”

“Oh come one Y/N,” Lucifer said. He brought his arm arund her back and rested his hand on her shoulder gently guiding her to the dance floor. He pointed at her freinds. “Your friends are having the time of their life by the looks of it. Come on, just give me five minuetes to change your mind. Then you can decide?” he outstretched his hand, hoping she would take it.

Y/N thought for a second, looking at her friends as they laughed and smiled, dancing with men and women that they didn’t even know. And they were having the time of their lives. She smiled softly and took Lucifers hand.

“Fine but only 5 mineutes.” Y/N said.

“Works for me,” Lucifer said as he guided her to the floor.

Even though it was only supposed to be just 5 minetes , it quickly turned into 10. Then 30. Then 1 hour. As time went by Lucifer and Y/N lost count of how long they danced and talked and laughed. By the time they had finished, mainly out of exhaustion, a good bulk of the crowd including Y/N’s friends had gone home for the evening. 

“So, you’re a Jazz player then?” Lucifer asked her as she took another sip of her water. 

“Yep,” Y/N replied. “I have loved Jazz from the momment my father who by the way played trumpet at a local Jazz club, introduced me to it. I just sort of fell in love with it. The smoothness and the feel of it. Everything about it.”

“I see.” Lucifer said. “So you play trumpet as well I assume?”

“No. Actually I play piano.” Y/N replied. “My mouth is apparently to small to play trumpet. But thats okay. I always prefered Piano anyways.” She tookanother drink of her water.

“So what about you, Mr. Morningstar. Is this all you do?” Y/N asked gesturing to the night club around them.

“No,” Lucifer said. “Actually I work with the LAPD. I am a civilian consultent.”

“Hmm, sounds interesting.” Y/N replied. “Have you caught lots of crimminals?”

“Yes and punished them accordingly.” Lucifer said proudly.

“Ok, I’m going to assume that means you just put them behind bars.” Y/N said. She glanced at her smal watch and almost jumped out of her seat.

“Oh shit! Is it really 3 AM?” Y/N exclaimed. She got up quickly and finished her water. “I’ve got to get home. I have an audition in 6 hours. It was lovely meeting you, Lucifer.”

“Agreed, we should do this again.” Lucifer said with a small smile. 

Y/N blushed softly. She then took out a small piece of paper and wrote down her number and handed it to him. “Whenever convient, give me a call.” she said with a small. The she ran out of the doors of Lux, leaving Lucifers heart soaring.

He sighed contently and had a few of his workers close up Lux as he made his way up to the penthouse. He leaned over the railing of the balcomny and stared into the night sky, which was only illuminated by stars. He stared at the small paper in his hands, a small smile playing at his lips.

Here in his hands, he had a chance at something. Something meaningful and perhaps even wonderful. However he was not a fan of heart break and wasn’t exactly boyfriend material. So why bother? Why was he still holding on to her number when he could easily let it go and move on with his life.

He lookd up to the city and began to whistle to him self, playing with the paper in his hands. Looking put to the city, he sang to himself:

“City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars

There is so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

Is this the start of something wonerful and new?

Or one more dream that I can not make true?”

He looked at her number and decided she was worth the risk. He entered her number into his phone, sent her a quick text and allowed the wind to take the small paper out of his hands and into the Los Angeles skyline.


That was a year ago. Since then Y/N and Lucifer’s love had deepened and truely sprouted into something wonderful and new. Y/N life had never been better after Lucifer had texted her that night asking when she would be able to see him again.

 Her heart felt like it was soaring high above everyone and everything else, as if nothing to take down this love. Date after date, night after, her and Lucifer grew into something far more deeper and intimate than just love. There was something else there. Something neither of them could pin.

By the time they had been dating for 8 months, Y/N had asked Lucifer who he really was, as she didn’t really believe any parent would name their son Lucifer. And he had trusted her. Enough to show her his true form. And although the initial shock had taken time to get over and understand, it didn’tchange the way Y/N felt about him.

 Lucifer also revealed hat Mazikeen, his bartebder who goes by Maze was actually a demon and Ammenadiel was his brother and an angel. And Charlotte Richards, an attoerny Y/N disliked heavily was actually lucifers mother AKA the mother of all creation. And yet. she had taken all of this infomation in rather well. After that, there was a whole new level of trust between them. One that would be hard to break and even harder to mend if broken.

Y/N walked into Lux, her music bag slung over her shoulder and her Y/H/C hair up in a messy bun. Maze was cleaning the counter behind the bar. Y/N approached her, setting her bag in one of the chairs. 

“Hey Maze,” Y/N greated. “Didn’t expect to see you here. I thpoight you had moved in with Chole last month?”

“I did. Just felt like coming back. Couldn’t stand being around that tiny human any longer.” Maze replied. Y/N nodded, sensing Maze’s dislike for children.

“Oh, Lucifer asked you to meet him in the penthouse. Said he needed to show you something up there.” Maze informed her. 

Y/N was slightly confused but went along with it. She picked up her music bag and began making her way up to the penthouse, bidding Maze goodbye as she did so.

Originally posted by mametupa

With a pleasent ding the elevator opened, revealing Lucifer sitting at his piano playing a lovely tune. Y/N smiled and watched him for a second. She had always loved watching him play. He just seemed so at peace with everything around him, as if the rest of the world just faded away.

Y/N walked up to him and wraped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder as he continued to play. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and watched his hands dance on the piano keys.

“I haven’t heard that one before.” Y/N said.

“That’s because I have been writting it for you,” Lucifer replied. Y/N raised her eyebrow. She slid next him on the piano bench at the high end.

“Show me then,” Y/N asked.

“Well I’m not done yet love,” Lucifer Morningstar. 

“Then I’ll help you finish it.” Y/N told him. Lucifer smiled and began to play the tune again. 

“City of stars

Are you shing just for me? 

City of stars

There’s so much that I can’t see

Who knows?

I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you” Lucifer sang stopping on a high, as if to invite her to play. Y/N didnt deny the invitation and began to play on the high end.

“That now our dreams they’ve finally come true.

City of stars 

Just one thing everybody wants

There in the bars

And through the smoke screens of the 

Crowded resturants

It’s love

Yes all we’re looking for is love

From someone else.” Y/n looked to Lucifer, letting him know it was his turn to sing.

“A rush,” He sang

‘A glance,” She countered

‘A touch” 

‘A dance”  They both shared a looked as they played a little louder and cresendoded into the next verse as Lucifers vocals took over, with Y/N joing in where she could..

‘A look in sombody’s eyes

To light up the skies

To open the world and send it reeling

A voice that says I’ll be here and you’ll be alright

I don’t care if I know 

Just where I will go 

Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling

A rat-tat-tat on my heart.” They finished together. 

“Think I wanted to stay,” Lucifer sang as he went back to the original begining melody, Y/N getting off the piano to let him finish it out.

City of stars

Are you shining just for me?

City of stars” He sang as he added a trill to the higher note, giving her the last word. Y/N smiled and looked him the eye. 

“You’ve never shined so brightly.” Y/N finished softly.

Lucifer finished the song and looked at her. “So? Did you like it?”

“I loved it,” Y/N said. Lucifer leaned in and stole a soft but passionate kiss.

“Happy anniversary love,” He said.

‘Happy anniversary Lucifer.”

Mini Solos

10th: Summer Montenegro – The Young Mariner (The Rock)

9th: Gianna Mojonnier – Ascent (Danceology), Allie Andrew – Somewhere in the Middle (CAA)

8th: Isabella Jarvis – Exhale (Larkin), Ava Lynn – Interlaced Throughout (Bobbie’s School)

7th: Paige Kracht – Daylight (Club Dance)

6th: Izzy Howard – The Lily Girl (The Rock)

5th: Brightyn Brems – Suspended in Time (CSPAS)

4th: Brooklin Cooley – Solitude (Club Dance)

3rd: Brightyn Rines – Petrichor (Club Dance), Dyllan Blackburn – Rummage (Project 21)

2nd: Ali Ogle – Horizons (Larkin)

1st: Alexis Adair – Strands (Club Dance)

Adjudications under the cut!

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anonymous asked:

what happened in Altsasu? I don't speak a word of Spanish but I'm curious after having seen all those pictures

Oh Lord…

Well, THIS happened in Altsasu a few months ago, but we can summarize if it’s too long: Altsasu, Saturday night, drunken brawl in a bar. Nothing to call eventful, but 2 of the drunk fighters were Guardia Civiles.

They started saying they were attacked by a mob of hundreds, then by 30, then by 15 and then, finally, by 6 people. The Guardia Civiles also claimed they were assaulted merely for being Guardia Civiles, turning the agression into a crime of hatred, and, since being “the law”, the attackers would be prossecuted under the anti-terrorism law.

TERRORISM. Let that sink in.

Now, the public prosecutor asks for 59 years in prison for EACH of those young people who got into the brawl.


Those pictures you talk about are part of a series of tweets where the OP explained how this situation has been recurrent since Franco’s death. SINCE and not BEFORE.

- In 1978 (Franco had just died and Spain still wasn’t a democratic country), the Law of Amnesty was approved: this law granted full amnesty for crimminals - of any kind - who served Francoism, but kept people who fought armed against the dictatorship in prison - most of them Basque.

- People gathered in the bullring of Iruña to protest and ask for a Law of Amnesty for EVERYONE. It was a peaceful demonstration of unarmed civilians, but the National Police got order to enter and “be not afraid to kill”. They weren’t, 1 person died, and 100 were wounded. 
There were no consequences.

- Wrath spread throughout Euskal Herria, as tension, strikes and protests increased. National Police and Guardia Civiles - as usual, granted with carte blanche - hit and shot people, vandalised shops, stole what they wanted, destroyed ikurriñas that showed mourning crepes, and even defecated inside some hallways. In several towns.
Again, no consequences.

- People went wild and began asking for the National Police and Guardia Civil to be thrown out of Euskal Herria - which was approved in the Basque statue of autonomy a year after these events, in 1979, but still hasn’t be brought into force. We wonder why… ¬_¬

What happened in Altsasu is just one of the many things Guardia Civiles can do in Euskal Herria without fearing the consequences and let Basque people pay the price, no matter how high.

Invictus chapter 4

Sakura sighed as her back slumped against a tree.

“You okay?” Sasuke asked.

“I’m fine just tired and hungry.”

“You’re getting tired a lot lately.” Sasuke said while eying Sakura suspiciously.

“I’m fine did you forget that I’m a doctor?”

“The same doctor that fainted last week from exhaustion and not eating. ”

“I was tired and you didn’t let me rest that night!”

“You were the one wearing the apron.”

Sakura smirked and got closer to her husband.

“It isn’t my fault you have an apron fetish.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that you were naked under that apron.” Sasuke grumbled.

“Details, details.” Sakura said as she grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the ramen place she saw earlier.

The newly wed couple sat next to each other in front of the counter as Sakura ordered one spicy ramen and one miso ramen for Sasuke.

“You hate spicy food.”

“I do, but I just have a sudden craving for it lately.”

“Hm do you want to stay in this village another night or not?”

“So you’re asking me if I want to sleep in a cave or in an inn, I’ll take the inn.”

Sasuke smirked.

“Wise choice.”

The ramen came and Sakura was about to dig in when an infants cry took her attention, Then women who served them their food seemed to be its  mother as she ran to get her baby from the room next door.

Sasuke looked at Sakura, he recognized the look on her face, it was the look she had whenever someone does something unhealthy or she notices a symptom of an illness, and it wasn’t surprising that she got curious by the baby’s wail since even he could notice that the voice was too hoarse to be healthy.

A man came from the back door to replace the women.

“Excuse me sir, but is that your baby crying?”

The tall tanned man tore his attention from the pot of noodles to stare at the pink haired women.

“Yeah, sorry if he’s bothering you, he’s just been sick for a while now.”

“May I see him I’m a medic.”

The man looked at Sakura stangely as if examining her, before gesturing for her to follow him.

Sasuke sighted as he got up and followed.

‘definitely staying at the village tonight.’ He thought.




“Your son’s sickness in caused by a water infection.” Sakura remarked as she heard the 6 month old baby breathing.

The man spoke.

“We know but we don’t know why the water is infected and by what.”

“Are there any other people infected too in this village?”

“Yeah,  it’s increasing and the doctors here can’t find a cure or know the cause of the infection in the water.”

“I can make a medicine for this sickness but it will come back if the baby keeps consuming infected water.”

“When did this disease start appearing?” Sasuke asked.

“About six months ago.”

The  baby stopped whimpering after Sakura removed her glowing hand from his stomach.

“What’s his name?” Sakura asked as she returned the baby boy to his mother.

“He’s kenta, I’m Misao and that’s my husband Toru.”

“I’m Sakura and this is Sasuke, now could you tell me where the water source is located?”

“It’s on the west outstricks of the village.” Toru said.

“Then I’ll set my lab so I can examine a sample, Sasuke?”

“I’m on it.” He said as he headed towards the door, but not before touching his hand to Sakura’s briefly.

“Are you two a couple?” Misao asked

Sakura smiled before answering

“Yeah we’re actually married, do you mind if I use this room to set my equipment?”

“Yeah, but what equipment?”

Sakura pulled out a scroll and waved and unsealed it, after the cloud of smoke disappeared numerous scientific equipment appeared.




Sasuke came back an hour later with a flask of water.

“Thanks Sasuke, did you see something weird over there?”

“There was a bunch of barrels on the floor, they weren’t dry so it wasn’t long that whatever was in them was thrown into the water.”

“Sasuke-san, Sakura-san, we went to the sheriff of this village to tell him about the water infection, turns out they know who has been poisoning the water, it’s the owners of the company In the village next to ours, they’ve been dumping their waste] in our water supply, the police tried convincing them not to do so, but they refused and the owners of that company are all ninja so we couldn’t do anything against them.”

The Uchiha couple starred at each other for a second before Sakura spoke.

“Should I go with you?”

“Stay here and make a cure for the disease, I’ll handle it.”

“Sure see you in an hour.”

Sasuke left before Misao could enter the room.

“Where did your husband go Sakura-san.”

“He went to teach the guys polluting the water a lesson.”

“But Toru told me they’re ninja can Sasuke-san beat them?”

“Of course, Sasuke is a better ninja that those guys could ever be.”

“Oh I didn’t know you guys were ninja.”

“We’re from Konoha.”

“Konoha,I hear it’s a lovely village.” Misao said

“It is.”

“They say that the strongest Kunoichi and the two strongest men in the world are from there.” Toru said.

“Yeah they are.”

Spending time with Sasuke has made her learn not to share unnecessary information with strangers, no matter how trust worthy they seem.

“Did the police know anything about the kidnappings?” Misao asked Toru.

“No, not a clue.”

“What kidnappings?” Sakura asked , since they were here,  they look into this case as well.

“About a year ago, some kids started disappearing, our eldest son is one of those kids, and none of the disappeared kids were found, the police tried to contact Kirigakure which is the closest hidden village to us, but they didn’t do anything.”

Of course Kirigakura can’t do anything, they are still recovering from the war even now.

Sakura finished making a cure for the disease that was caused by the infected water, the water was infected by medicines that were designed to cause changes in human DNA, which led Sakura to know why the kids were kidnapped.

“Has an hour passed since Sasuke left?” Sakura asked Toru.

“ Yeah almost.”

“Them I’m done here, you should give these flasks of medicines to Ishiro-san at the hospital, he’ll distribute them.”

“Wait where are you going Sakura –san?! ” Misao asked

“I’m going to the company, cause it looks like it’s more than a case of pollution.”

Two hours later Sasuke and Sakura came back with a bunch of unconscious men and kids.




“No you have to stay here with us tonigh, take it as our thans for what you did today.”

“No,No Misao-san that won’t be necessary.” Sakura said as she waved her hands infront of her in a disapproving gesture.

“ You guys are tired from you’re fight with those crimminals you should rest here, and Sakura –san you haven’t eaten your spicy ramen yet, I’ll take you another one come on.”

Right at that moment Sakura’s stomach grumbled.

Sakura giggled nervously while Misao dragged her towards the restaurant.

“Another bowl please.” Sakura said as she finished her second serving of spicy ramen.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Naruto.” Sasuke muttered as he continued drinking his tea.

“I don’t know what’s up with my appetite lately, I’ve been craving weird foods and eating twice as much, maybe it’s from all the walking.”

Sasuke-san the sheriff wants to ask you something outside.“

Sasuke got up and followed the man outside.g

Misao gave Sakura a weird stare.


“I’m surprised a doctor like you hasn’t realized it yet, I thought you knew.”

“Knew what?”

“Well, you’ve been glowing ever since you came here, you eat weird food and  a lot so that means it’s likely that you’re pregnant.”

Sakura paused her eating.

Sakura put her hand on her stomach to check and she felt a tiny hearbeat.

“I’m pregnant.”

A moment later Sasuke entered the ramen stand.

“What’s wrong?” He asked once he saw the surprised look on Sakura’s face.

“I’ll tell you later.”

Sasuke gave her a strange look, but decided to wait till later.

This makes my skin crawl

Hello there, fellow tumblrs!

I’m just gonna go out there and say this right now: I’m gonna rant about Cultural Appropriation and how stupid it is to think that it’s a hatecrime. So if you’re an SJW, just go ahead and read this, I don’t care what you think.

For starters, let’s get into who I am. I’m a white, cishet male from Sweden, with finnish and russian roots (The latter’s pretty far back though). With that out of the way, let’s get into why I think people going out and saying X Race can’t go wear Y Race’s Clothing and so on is a stupid and childish idea that should’ve been abolished long ago.

For those of you fortunate souls who have not heard of what Cultural Appropriation is, let me tell you what it means. It’s basically when members of one culture steals the traditions, foods and art from another culture and “Appropriates” it into their own. Pretty simple, yes? Well, not exactly. Because the SJW party, and anyone who really supports this idea of making it illegal is using the term wrongly, for starters. Just because I, a swedish, white man decide to dress up like a native american doesn’t mean I’m appropriating their culture. I’m not physically preventing them from wearing their clothing or practicing their beliefs. But that’s what the SJW’s want you to believe that you’re doing. In a sense, they want a sort of “Copyright” system for cultures and traditions, which is very hard to enforce.

Okay! Now you know what it is, and what it affects, let’s take a look at how this would affect EVERYONE! And of course, why I think branding it as racist is the stupidest and most (ironically enough) racist fucking idea to ever grace tumblr, or whatever other places you may go to.

Let’s play with the thought that for some reason this idea was accepted into an international sociey. Consuming basic things like Beer, Pasta, Thai Food and Saké  etc. would be considered to be xenophobic by SJW standards, which to me is a preposterous idea. I’m not taking these away from you by eating or drinking any of it, ye? I mean, you can drink just as much Saké as I can. Now taking or placing the credit on some other culture entirely can cause problems, that I will admit. Like saying for instance that Vodka comes from Germany, when it is in fact a Russian drink, to make a ludicrus example. THAT is actual appropriation. But if I sit down, and wear something non-religious, like say a kimono or get myself some sick dreadlocks or cornrows, that’s not appropriation, as I’m not claiming or taking it away from the culture it comes from. That’s me appreciating that culture, unless I’m really making a mockery out of it, I.E Making something similiar to that of a blackface about it. Then it’s racist.

Calling cultural sharing racist is a silly notion. We’re all humans, in the end. We are all the same, regardless of where we are from, or where we go. If I wanna go dress like an ancient egyptian pharaoh for halloween, let me do so without screeching like a god damn harpy. I’m not doing it to be mean. I’m doing so because it’s a cool and creepy aesthetic which works very well for a halloween atmosphere. An ancient, mummified royal sounds pretty interesting and cool to me. I love the egyptian history, as it’s so rich and different from the culture of Surströmming (which is fucking disgusting, may I add) Kräftskivor and so on that I grew up with. Is it so wrong to reach out and try new things, if only for just a little bit? I love Thai food, I love Pasta and Babootie (That’s a south-african dish, by the way. Freaking amazing stuff. Try it out.) I’m not gonna throw a hissyfit because people wanna dress up as Vikings for some holiday or wear Thor’s hammer as a piece of Jewelry.  

And don’t come and say that Whites have no culture. We have a very rich culture spread across multiple countries in Europe. I’ve already stated a bunch of examples of white culture above. Scottish garb, beer, wine, rum, vodka, knighthood, classic fantasy, sci-fi, the foundations of your liberalist ideas come from France even for christ’s sake. The list goes on and on! And before you say that white cultures can’t be appropriated, you blatantly stand by that disgusting double standard that it only applies when whites does it, and no one else. White cultures have been oppressed in the past (Sure, by other whites, but oppressed nontheless) but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist or hasn’t existed in the past. Want a current day example? Look at Ireland. It’s arguably one of the most oppressed white societies in modern day. Want something less recent? Look at the Nazi Holocaust. Jews were being hunted like animals and put into slave camps. I am pretty sure that whatever oppression your race has been through, it’s not been NEARLY as bad as what the jews have gone through over the millenia. And they are white… for the most part anyway. Now, if some of you out there want to adopt some scandinavian viking culture, go ahead. I’m not gonna be offended if you wanna drink mead or dress up like a lanky, black viking, or what have you. And you shouldn’t be offended either when someone respectfully dresses up in your culture’s clothing, or eats traditional food which has it’s origins from wherever else. It’s childish and stupid. You’re getting angry over something that should be positive. Making the world more aware of what other cultures bring only makes us less racist. By separating cultures from oneanother, we’ll only breed more xenophobia. The less we have to do with eachother, the more we’ll start to resent oneanother. Of course, there are other causes for racist and fascist behaviours than just being separated from another culture.

But here’s a good example of how a racist mind could be born. Let’s say for instance that you live in a society where just recently some green-skinned humanoids immigrate. You’ve had absolutely zero interaction or experience with them before. And the first thing you see is one of them robbing and stabbing one of your own before running away. The Human brain likes to put things into categories, or stereotypes for easier management. That way, when you see something new, you make a new “file” which you can easily access later with information you’ve gathered regarding this paticular subject. This very fact has been proven several times in psychological studies. So after seeing this man commit this crime, you, subconsciously, start to think that perhaps all green-skinned men are somewhat into crimminal behaviour. This isn’t necessarily true, but since you have only this bit of experience with this alien race, you of course start treating them according to your experience. It’s not that hard to grasp, really.

So, the main cause for racism is indeed ignorance. Ignorance we would breed by separating us from oneanother, and only hanging out with our own. Why do you think the whites saw themselves as superior to the other races when we first met? Because our culture at that stage was more advanced and perhaps civilized due to the opportunities we’ve had, that others may have lacked. We didn’t know much about these new people and as such, we began to think that we were superior, and started bossing around with the poor blacks, which was a horrible thing to do.

If any form of Cultural Appropriation became a punishable crime worldwide, it would have the REVERSE effect of what you self-proclaimed ”Social Justice Warriors” want. Because with that, you would create “Culturally Isolated” societies, where eventually people would get racist. I get it, I get where you want this to go. A Racist-free society, yeah? Well, Racial and Cultural segregation is not the way to go. As I discussed earlier, racism is grounded in ignorance and fear of another race, which gives birth to the hate and what have you. If we shut cultures away from eachother, it would only reinforce that fear and ignorance, which is not what we want, yes? So why not open our doors instead, let people in and allow them to understand why your culture dresses up the way they do, why it’s food is so significant… Our international society would be so much healthier if we could all just embrace our differences and allow anyone to partake in whatever they want, so long as it’s not Physically or economically hurting someone else. I’m sorry if your feelings are hurt, but this bullshit makes my skin crawl. I hate having people tell me what I can and cannot do because of my skin color, sexual orientation or gender. And so should you.

And that’s why I think treating Cultural Appropriation as racism is stupid. I don’t see any racists indulging in other cultures. Do you? Did the KKK have dreadlocks? Do white supremacists wear Burkas? NO! They pushed away that, because it belonged to a culture they hated and believed themselves to be superior to. Appropriating another culture isn’t racism. It’s preventing that racism.