reblogged from radioactivemongoose / originally dornien

× April 19, 2014 / 2219 notes


Sophie Turner - Vanidad Magazine - April 2014

Sophie Turner - Vanidad Magazine - April 2014

(Source: sylviagetyourheadouttheoven)


reblogged from notkatniss / originally sylviagetyourheadouttheoven

× April 18, 2014 / 5951 notes

diewhitegirls:

THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE EVER

diewhitegirls:

THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE EVER

(Source: backpacksandbros)


reblogged from thepacificrimjob / originally backpacksandbros

× April 18, 2014 / 88177 notes

erikjonesart:

WIP shot of the newest piece for the thinkspace-gallery show March 1st

erikjonesart:

WIP shot of the newest piece for the thinkspace-gallery show March 1st

(Source: erikjonesart)


reblogged from thetuxedos / originally erikjonesart

× April 18, 2014 / 11353 notes

45 plays

theiowa:

The Strokes - Hard To Explain


reblogged from theiowa / originally theiowa

× April 18, 2014 / 14 notes


reblogged from hellacatspangled / originally speculationspectrum

× April 18, 2014 / 7352 notes

“One of the most disturbing scenes in Disney’s “Aladdin” is when Jasmine must pretend to seduce Jaffar in order to distract him. The clothing that the animators chose to put her in, complete with the shackles, are all a white, colonial wet dream. And she’s the only Disney princess who’s had to use her body in this way to distract someone. Then there’s this scene in “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” where Esmeralda is shimmying her hips and breasts and basically ends with a pole-dance sequence: a far cry from the delicate waltzes and pirouettes that Belle and Aurora dance. The simultaneous fascination and revulsion that Whiteness has for WOC bodies are unmistakably evident in Disney’s posturing of Jasmine and Esmeralda.”

The Jasmine Diaries Part II: ‘Exotic’ is not a Compliment

(via marfmellow)

A perfect example of “desert flower” fetishization/exotification. Women of color are always shown as “others”, they’re seen as women who have to use their sexuality to save themselves (or worse, as people who are just inherently sexual by their mere existence).

We’re putting these sexualized images of women of color into cartoons meant for children, essentially brainwashing them to grow into adults who fetishize non-white women. Gross.

(via callingoutbigotry)


reblogged from theappleppielifestyle / originally marfmellow

× April 18, 2014 / 21403 notes

(Source: piledriverfoxtrot)


reblogged from arcticmnkeys / originally piledriverfoxtrot

× April 18, 2014 / 1124 notes

14,373 plays

teamvampireweekend:

Pizza Party - L’Homme Run

It’s not delivery, it’s L’Homme Run

tags - charlie
reblogged from queenclare / originally teamvampireweekend

× April 17, 2014 / 3202 notes

missworded:

We all ask ourselves why these Coachella people are so hell-bent on wearing shitty tourist versions of Native American headdresses.  Through research and careful study, I have finally determined why.
These are the descendents of the Coach-hell-ha* tribe originally based in California.  This tribe was started by a guy named Whitey McAsshole, a well-to-do man of his day, in the 1880s.  He saw Native Americans being oppressed all around him, usually by him, and became very upset at all the attention they got from liberal hippies.  Why doesn’t anyone want to give me smallpox blankets? he asked himself.  And why are my suits so boring and old-West-ey?  He decided to kill two birds with one stone (literally, they were getting on his nerves) by wearing a colorful headdress for funsies.  The Native Americans he hadn’t chased out of the area protested that their cultural heritage wasn’t a costume to be appropriated while doing drugs in the dirt, but who cared what they thought, anyway — they didn’t even speak American good or have lots of money.  Besides, it was racist against whites when Native Americans spoke.
And so the tradition of the colorful headdress spread amongst the McAssholes and their friends.  They adopted many other rituals, too, such as wearing bras as shirts, desperately trying to get into VIP tents by saying they know Katy Perry, and limiting the voting rights of everyone who looks different.  The spirit of the Coachella tribe has extended far and wide, but they gather once a year in California to celebrate their roots and dance very awkwardly with no rhythm and stupid arm movements that usually end with an elbow to someone’s eye and sloshed, lukewarm beer.  It’s a beautiful sight, one that everyone should avoid at all costs.
*Coach-hell-ha is actually pronounced “Romney.”

missworded:

We all ask ourselves why these Coachella people are so hell-bent on wearing shitty tourist versions of Native American headdresses.  Through research and careful study, I have finally determined why.

These are the descendents of the Coach-hell-ha* tribe originally based in California.  This tribe was started by a guy named Whitey McAsshole, a well-to-do man of his day, in the 1880s.  He saw Native Americans being oppressed all around him, usually by him, and became very upset at all the attention they got from liberal hippies.  Why doesn’t anyone want to give me smallpox blankets? he asked himself.  And why are my suits so boring and old-West-ey?  He decided to kill two birds with one stone (literally, they were getting on his nerves) by wearing a colorful headdress for funsies.  The Native Americans he hadn’t chased out of the area protested that their cultural heritage wasn’t a costume to be appropriated while doing drugs in the dirt, but who cared what they thought, anyway — they didn’t even speak American good or have lots of money.  Besides, it was racist against whites when Native Americans spoke.

And so the tradition of the colorful headdress spread amongst the McAssholes and their friends.  They adopted many other rituals, too, such as wearing bras as shirts, desperately trying to get into VIP tents by saying they know Katy Perry, and limiting the voting rights of everyone who looks different.  The spirit of the Coachella tribe has extended far and wide, but they gather once a year in California to celebrate their roots and dance very awkwardly with no rhythm and stupid arm movements that usually end with an elbow to someone’s eye and sloshed, lukewarm beer.  It’s a beautiful sight, one that everyone should avoid at all costs.

*Coach-hell-ha is actually pronounced “Romney.”

tags - i laughed a lot
reblogged from thebicker / originally missworded

× April 17, 2014 / 735 notes