Since Trump was elected, 867 CONFIRMED hate crimes/incidents have been reported (SPLC)
I blame white people for this whole shit.
And you really have to stop and consider how DIFFICULT IT IS for something to get declared an actual hate crime. Like, this is just shit so egregious that it can’t be denied. This is just the tip of the iceberg.
There’s so many things that are wrong with this. “Boycott Starbucks and go back every day” loooooooool
omg
It just goes to show how detatched republicans are that they don’t even know the basics of protesting. Then again they think peaceful protests are riots.
teacher: write a 5 page essay analyzing this
me: it’s not that deep 🏊🏼
I swear to god they’re so dramatic. Even in art history they read into what an apple or fly means like BICH maybe they’re just in the painting chilling. Y DOES IT NEED A MEANING
Yo, makes me laugh that you say this. Because you’re actually right
At the time artists started painting still life (early renaissance), painters didn’t bother with meanings at all. It was a technical exercise. Seeing how good their techniques were
But painting is expensive as fuck and you gotta pay for pigments and shit, so you had to be able to sell your shitty still life, to the people who pay for your pigments and shit. But they didn’t want still life paintings, because it was… just food….. They wanted Jesus and bible scenes and such. Not apples and shit. Because rich people loved religion. And were pretentious as fuck. Why have an apple painting at home when you can have men freaking out over zombie Jesus
So artists were like ok, see, you don’t get it. The apple refers to the original sin, and all the fruits represent your wealth and such. But the skull’s there to remind you that your wealth doesn’t matter, you’ll die someday anyway
Because that was a popular thing at the time, being rich but having symbolic stuff that remind you that you’ll die someday despite being rich. Rich people were weird. And pretentious
So painters BULLSHITTED all that symbolic stuff around the things they put in their still life paintings to make the boring painting exercises appealing to the gullible (and pretentious) rich people that commissioned them. And rich people gobbled it aaaalllllll up
And that’s how we still have still life paintings from most famous renaissance artists today and that they’re in such good condition, because still life paintings became THE shit amongst rich people and they bought them and kept them at home. Instead of remaining stuck in a dusty, shitty painting workshop, to be forgotten beneath tons of other stuff and rot
And there was this whole lexicon and symbolism dictionary created around still life paintings at the time, like each object was meant to represent something and there began to be conventions and stuff
But they only ever were technical painting exercises
Hello there! Like it says on the laziest banner ever (listen I’m not gonna spend four hours in photoshop for the banner, gotta grind some lootboxes myself) - this is a Winter Wonderland/Holiday Lootbox giveaway! ‘tis the season and whatnot (..even if I don’t celebrate Christmas myself. Still.)
so!
PRIZES
1ST PLACE - 50 holiday loot boxes!
2ND PLACE - 24 holiday loot boxes!
3RD PLACE - 11 holiday loot boxes!
Pretty simple.
and onto the rules -
RULES
- You don’t have to follow me, but, it’d be appreciated.
- One like, one reblog each. (Psst - there’s no point in reblogging more than once, anyways! Tumblr only ever shows one reblog from you. It doesn’t change your odds.)
- RNG decides who wins, not me. Don’t be mean to whoever wins if you don’t.
- You have to have your ask or your IMs open so I can contact you should you win.
- Gotta be willing to give me your email address so I can email you the gift card codes.
- You have 24 hours to respond to my message, if you don’t, I’ll pick someone else.
This will be running from December 13th-December 26th.
Okay but what’s even more badass about Teen Vogue is that the editor in chief is a black woman. Her name is Elaine Welteroth and she is the second black woman to hold this title within the company and is also the youngest. So expect some more ugly truths to be told with Teen Vogue because they are not fucking around. There will be no sugar coating with them, there will be no “giving trump a second chance”, the editor-in-chief is a black woman and she will make sure this particular media outlet spits the truth.
(Lily’s also an editor at Teen Vogue.)
It’s so surreal that a fucking teen fashion magazine has become a bastion of honest journalism while most more “respectable” outlets are too obsessed with “hearing both sides” when one of the sides is spewing a load of bullshit.
Historically British Vogue during the 1920s - which was aimed at youth readers educated readers on the fashion of the mind, including psychology, political topics, as well as actual fashion. It also talked positively about same sex relationships - there is an article by Christopher Reed that talks about it.
I increasingly want to get a subscription to Teen Vogue
If I was in charge of a Pokemon gym it’d be all fire themed. Like there’s just fire everywhere. There’s probably a random person on fire in the background. You have your team completely stacked against fire types. Everyone you fight before me has fire types. You get to me. Expecting more fire types. You send out your first Pokemon, a water type. I throw my pokeball. You expect the expected. A vaporeon comes out. My team is actually entirely made up of vaporeons. I only own vaporeons.
im the leader after you.
my gyms water themed. yu do water level puzzles and fight swimmers and those kids with the floaties. everyone has water types. knowing the theme, yo bring a team half/half strong against fire and water, just in case because ofnthe last gym. you get to me.
my team is made entirely of gastly, haunter, and gengar, all named exactly 5 purple hearts. i just really like gengar.
the gym? you ask.
it was on sale, i respond.
i cant even swim. ive been here for 6 weeks.
I’m the third gym leader…by this point you know what to expect.
You walk through the soft meadows of my gym thinking what should I expect this time? Electric types? FIRE TYPES???? You cross over a beautiful field of daises and tulips, encounter trainers wearing flowers crowns and boasting a plethora of high-level grass and fairy types. Than, deep in the forest while you’re still wondering how the fuck I fit all of this into one building, you encounter a ring of mushrooms, a fairy ring. Inside the ring sits me, the gym leader. You step into the ring ready for battle.
I stand up, walking slowly over to you take you’re hand in mine and gently place something cold and hard into your palm.
It’s the fairy gyms badge.
I’m not even a Pokemon trainer, I just respond to an ad on craigslist for a gym leader and was the only applicant.
You walk away very confused…and slightly disappointed.
I’m some kid you meet on the road just beside the gym. At this point you are questioning why you keep going.
I ask you a bunch of questions and help you out and even give you a special Pokémon. Then I ask you if you’ve been to the gym and talk about the gym leader. When you say no I push you in the gym.
You battle rock types and you are wondering if you’re even prepared to fight the gym leader. When you finally get to the leaders room, I’m there.
I strike up a friendly conversation and ask you what you think of the gym. I then say “Thanks, I made this myself. It’s still growing. So if you come back I can give you the badge then but it hasn’t come in the mail yet.”
At this point you probably don’t even want to be there anymore. I hand you a small pin that is in the shape of the badge but it’s definitely homemade and cheep. “It’s an I.O.U” I say.
You leave wondering if leaving home at 10 to battle all of these strange people was really worth it.
In the next town you decide to speak to the citizens first instead of heading straight for the gym unprepared. They live here, you tell yourself, they must know about this gym and how it works. A pleasant old lady informs you the gym leader is dearly fond of psychic types and is not known to stray like previous trainers. You believe her. Why would an old lady lie to you?
After stocking your team with dark types you take the gym head on. Battling your way through psychic trainers with ease, you finally arrive to a large room. There I stand. The battle commences and you defeat my first two Pokemon, Hypno and Alakazam, with ease. You laugh to yourself, after the hardships of the previous gyms this is like child’s play. I send out my third Pokemon, a beedrill. Dark is weak to Bug. “Something bugging you buddy?” I say with a wink as I decimate your team. You leave without a badge.
Fuck this region.
By the time you reach the next town, you’re wondering if this Gym challenge was even worth this. Maybe it would have been better to do Competitions. But you continue trudging along.
Supposedly the Gym Leader uses fighting types. She’s a body builder who wrangles Krookodile in her free time. You don’t know what to expect, so you bring a few psychic and flying types, and then make the rest of your team fairly diverse type-wise just in case.
You’re able to battle your way through the trainers and work your way through the Rock Smash puzzle with little difficulty. You meet me in a small room with wrestling mats on the floor and dumbells next to the walls. I’m working out on the opposite side of the room. I set down the weights as you approach. “I take it you are here to battle me.”
You nod. I flex. “Very well. If you want to receive my badge, you’re going to have to fight me for it. Literally.”
You decide maybe you just weren’t cut out for the trainer life.
“The Gym Leader just does her own thing, pretty much. She couldn’t pick just one type or theme, she just uses Pokémon she finds cute.”
Oh, yeah, I’m one of those. You-can-win-with-any-Pokémon-just-use-what-you-like. Whatever, that one multi-types douche from Kanto was pretty predictable, typical species, no tricky type combinations. ‘Cute’, huh? You switch in a few Steel and Poison Pokémon, expecting a couple Fairies. You remember that one Pachirisu story and bring a Ground type, just in case.
My Gym has zero trainers, but it’s full of bright colors and cheery pastels, cushions and stuffed Pokémon toys lying around on the plush carpet — and not in the creepy abandoned-kid’s-room way, just genuinely cute and playful. Feel-good. I greet you with a pleasant smile and offer you candy.
Ok, your expectations have been punched in the face every time so far, but you’ve actually got my personality pinned down, and there is absolutely no threat in it. You relax, and actually feel confident for once.
“I’m not particularly good, let’s just have fun!” I tell you cheerfully.
I send out a Hydreigon.
After bumbling your way through this arceus forsaken region you make it to the final gym. You’ve decided to forgo the preparations and just use the strongest ones you have, a fair mix of many types. You ignore the quartz walls painted with red and blue triangles, figuring it to be another trick. Probably something to make you think it’s one pokemon when it’s another. “what’s your gimick?” you ask. “do you just have all legendaries or some fake ass thing like a digimon or something”
I throw out my pokeball and out comes a togetic, surprising you due to it matching the walls. You manage to defeat it with your dark type pokemon but your it took a bad hit from one of the metronome attacks. I send out another pokeball and it’s a second togetic. I continue spamming metronome. you lose two more pokemon before defeating it. I send out a third togetic and spam metronome. It’s all togetics. Only metronome. There is nothing else.
At this point you just say “fuck it” and fly back to kanto where gyms make sense.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
