I hope none of you object to this cover
asked by Anonymous
these anons are like, "can i be racist in the rain? can i be racist on a train? can i be racist in a box? can i be racist with a fox?"
How can I be racist if I work with blacks
How can I be racist if one sold me slacks
I’m not racist I’m just like you. I’m best friends with a black or two.
i’m not racist, you see, it’s just a preference
i love eastern culture and its women’s deference
the west lost its way with no room for clemency
If I love Asian women, how’s that white supremacy?
i’m not a racist, i can’t be, you see
my great grandma’s grandma was part cherokee
plus one time i got called “cracker” to my face
don’t we all bleed red? i don’t even see race…
I’m not racist, blacks just need to stop complaining
Living in the past and white people blaming
I work hard, no handouts for every little fraction
If white privilege isn’t fair, then how is affirmative action?
I’m not racist man, I’m just right-wing
Plus reverse-racism is totally a thing
It’s not about power check the definition
Slavery wasn’t an evil thing, just asset acquisition.
How come I can’t say “nigga”, it just means brotha!
And ain’t I a brotha from anotha motha?
I didn’t use the ‘er’- so its a total difference.
You blacks give good white people such hindrance :(
'We can't handle spicy foods' ? Your jokes make me sad
See, if I joked and called you a “nigger”, you’ll be mad
You black people think we are always out here to ruin your day
Look, 'not all white people', …mmkay?
I can say “nigga” ‘cause of freedom of speech
And y’all always forget what MLK preached!
White privilege ain’t real ‘cause my life is hard
If you want to stop racists, don’t play the race card
Blacks can oppress. Shoot, they’ve oppressed me
I was the only white kid and the blacks were so mean
So I called one a nigger, but clicked anon first
yeah racism is real, but like… I’ve had it worst.
Rest stops on highways are liminal spaces where the veil is thin and nobody can tell me differently
The explanation is that liminal spaces are in between places that bridge Here with There, so in fairy tales we often have the Fairy Ring, the Forest Clearing, the Sudden Misty Foggy Forest, the Bridge, the River, graveyards, in some cases
We also have a ton of american urban mythology around famous roadways and sites off the sides of roads
Archetypes like these occur to mark the places in the world where the veil goes thin and humans can have extra-worldly experiences, out of the ordinary way of living
So why wouldn’t transient spaces like rest stops where everyone is just passing through from one place to the next, never stopping for too long, not be a liminal space where spirits frequent, too
Especially since nobody would know if they were real or not
MAN i love anything and everything gothic americana like think about southwestern gothic with flickering motel lights and thieves and snakes hiding in sunset deserts, but also new england gothic with deep dark woods and bodies sunk into the bottom of freezing lakes, and appalachian gothic with dirty-feet tangle-haired children and small crumbling houses and the wind whistling eerily, and even midwest gothic with lonely tractors rusting away in the sunlight and endless plains and plains of vast nothingness as far as the eye can see, florida gothic (old bones sunk into the swamp), wisconsin gothic (the town’s been snowed in for weeks now, who knows what’s happening up there), california gothic (they don’t call ‘em ghost towns for nothing), colorado gothic (something’s living up in those mountains and it only comes out at night) and of course southern gothic to rule them all, a landscape of witchery, poverty, hellfire and damnation
I think you’re confusing “gothic” with the broader and more inclusive range of horror
what makes Southern Gothic gothic isn’t that it’s all horror stories, and in fact a lot of Southern Gothic stories aren’t horror stories so much as psychological dramas
it’s not the ghosts and monsters and spookiness, it’s the sense of human decadence (in both senses of the word) behind a crumbling veneer of inherently corrupt pseudo-nobility or prescribed social charms? and frankly, that’s best handled by writers who are actually from the south
even just the “witchery, poverty, hellfire and damnation” comment makes me “uhhhh” tbh because that seems less like a description of the genre and more like an earnestly, excitedly condemnatory comment on the region as a whole
(and the Appalachian Gothic thing you’re proposing here is just gross classist nonsense tbh)
idk how to even word it really but this post just makes me really uncomfortable, it’s a bad mixture of regional sterotyping and blunt descriptors of what’s already there and isn’t inherently weird or decadent or unsettling and classist associations of rural areas with horror and then just mundane misunderstanding of why they call Southern Gothic that in the first place
(also like… why did you go to ghost towns for California when you can in fact really easily transplant a lot of the general milieu of Southern Gothic to Los Angeles. Like, Sunset Boulevard is an excellent example of hypothetical Beverly Hills Gothic.)
This is Luke Newberry:
He played Teddy Lupin in Harry Potter and The Deathy Hallows Part 2. He also plays this cutie:
In “A Scandal In Belgravia” on Sherlock. ALSO: I feel as if he should be Martin Crieff’s little brother or something of the like.
I just thought everyone should know that this man exists. That is all.
cross out the things you’ve done.
Graduated high school | Kissed someone. | Collected something really stupid. | Smoked a cigarette.| Got so drunk you passed out. | Rode every ride at an amusement park. | Gone to a rock concert. | Helped someone.| Gone fishing. | Watched four movies in one night. | Gone long periods of time without sleep. | Lied to someone. | Snorted cocaine. | Failed a class. | Smoked weed. | Dealt drugs. | Been in a car accident. | Been in a tornado. | Been to a funeral. | Burned yourself. | Ran a marathon. | Cried yourself to sleep. | Spent over $200 in one day. | Flown on a plane. | Cheated on someone. | Been cheated on. | Written a 10 page letter. | Gone skiing. | Been sailing. | Had a best friend. | Lost someone you loved. | Shoplifted something. | Been to jail. | Dangerously close to being in jail. | Had detention. | Got in trouble for something you didn’t do. | Stolen books from the library. | Gone to a different country. | Dropped out of school. | Watched the “Harry Potter” movies. | Had an online diary. | Had a yard sale. | Had a lemonade stand. | Actually made money at the lemonade stand. | Been in a school play. | Been fired from a job. | Swam with dolphins. | Taken a lie detector test. | Voted for someone on a reality TV show. | Written poetry. | Read more than 20 books a year. | Gone to Europe. | Loved someone you shouldn’t have. | Used a coloring book over age 12. | Had surgery. | Had stitches. | Taken a taxi. | Seen the Washington Monument. | Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once. | Overdosed. | Been in a fist fight/split one up) | Gone surfing in California. | Had a hamster/guinea pig. | Pet a wild animal. | Used a credit card. | Did “spirit day” at school. | Dyed your hair. | Got a tattoo. | Got straight A’s. | Been on the Honor Roll. | Know someone with HIV or AIDS. | Made out wi th someone. | Played on a sports team. | Snuck out of the house. | Swore at a teacher. | Gone laser tagging. | Had a romantic relationship. | Been on the TV. | French braided . | Skinny-dipped. | Driven a car. | Performed in front of an audience. | Gone bungee-jumping. | Been to Mexico. | Crashed a car. | Sky dived. | Been kissed in the rain. | Made an 11:11 wish. | Drank alcohol | Forwarded a chain letter. | Made a mistake.
I will never understand why stripping is seen as degrading.
Like…the job description is literally “I am so hot that you could never get me in real life so you’re going to have to pay me to dance for you.”
i want a show called Man Vs. Wilde where someone is put in the jungle with oscar wilde and has to survive not only the elements but also wilde’s random attacks and massive ego
Mann vs. Wilde.
Thomas Mann’s pretensiousness and sexual repression vs. Oscar Wilde’s sarcasm and blatant queerness.
Give it to me.