PRAISE THE SUN

the-guardian-of-fun:

la-xingada:

paperdemons:

killershot:

Dear Women,
This halloween please say no to these costumes please just say no they are fucking insulting and Dia de los Muertos is NOT HALLOWEEN I REPEAT NOT HALLOWEEN THIS IS NOT A COSTUME PLEASE STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE
Thank you

TO ALL THE PEOPLE GETTING FUCKED OFF AT MY POST. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I MADE IT. FOR YOUR PINCHE GUERO PENDEJX ASSES. “WE DO IT OUT OF RESPECT,” MY ASS.

this hurts.

this is capitalism ripping through my memories i hold so sacred. Memories of walking through the streets of Chapala after school with my grandmother, and the smell of plants for the preparation of the big event. Memories of memories of memories

This is capitalism and white supremacy destroying, erasing and making new… something that has connected me with my elderes and ancestors,

This is whiteness telling me my body, our gente is unwanted, dehumanized and conditioned to death but at the same time extracting a part of my identity and wearing it as a mask.

This is a mask made of our dead and torn bodies… this is literally a mask made out of ripped bloody flesh. The flesh of migrants who die every year trying to cross.. the flesh of people who become criminalized and confined behind bars. The bloody flesh of torn bodies from years of exploitation in sweat shops, fruit and vegetable fields, dish washers.. domestic workers… 

this is our flesh ripped out cleaned, pampered and styled to fit a white face.

¿Guat…?

Queridos paisanos y Mexicanos nacidos en los E.U. (chicanos, si es que prefieren el termino). Por favor, déjense de pendejadas.

Yo como ustedes he crecido con varias memorias gratas relacionadas con el Dia de los Muertos. Ahora, mas que nunca, es una celebración que significa aun mas para mi personalmente ya que mi abuelo y prima fallecieron hace unos años. ¡Este noviembre podre celebrar su memoria como todos ustedes!

He aquí el problema: Como ustedes están exigiendo que nuestros amigos estadounidenses no pueden celebrar con nosotros, ya que no son mexicanos, yo tampoco puedo celebrar. Para añadir y aclarar cualquier error, ninguna otra cultura hispana fuera de Mexico, puede celebrar. ¿Puerto Rico? ¿Venezuela? ¿Argentina? ¿El Salvador?… ¿GUATEMALA? (quien también ha celebrado por decadas pero cual cultura no proviene Dia de Los Muertos asi que… so sorry friend. You’re not part of the special special club.)
 !Pero Sofía, tu eres Mexicana! ¡Tienes derecho y el privilegio divino de celebrar este dia! Gritan ustedes, la bandera de nuestra patria en su pecho y lagrimas de sangre en sus ojos.

No, querida tribu. ¡No puedo celebrar mientras mis pies Mexicanos toquen esta tierra maldita! ¡Estoy atada! Ay que será de mi.

No. Mamen.

Tomen un momento para calmarse, y consideren que hay mucha gente como yo, quien se muda a los EU para estudiar/vivir/trabajar y este Noviembre la memoria de mi abuelo y prima (y varias otras personas que ya no están con nosotros) van a ser olvidadas. ¿Por que? Porque gente como ustedes, indignadas y flageladas, al ‘grito de guerra’, demandan que mantengamos el club estrictamente a Mexicanos. ¿Entonces los planes de celebrar con mi novia Americana, con mis amigos Americanos? Al caño. No voy a poder alzar un altar a mi familia porque nadie entendería, y nadie seguirá entendiendo.
¿Desde cuando empezamos a tener ese tipo de mentalidad? El Mexico que yo conozco es un país de gente que le gusta compartir y celebrar. Esta mentalidad suena mas a una mentalidad Americana, donde todo tiene que ser guardado, vigilado y segregado. Quítense de estupideces. Si toda cultura fuera así, nosotros, paisanos y Mexicanos seguiríamos hablando NAHUATL. No tendríamos Nintendo, Goku, hamburguesas, Santa, o hasta FUTBOL!

En. La. Madre.

¿No se si se acuerdan de un Hitler? El también quería mantener la raza pura. Y antes de que se me esponjen porque les estoy llamando ‘nazis’, eso solo fue algo que aquí le llaman ‘shock value’. Solo para hacerles entender a cuantas alturas están tomando un pinche disfraz. Si.  Desgraciadamente habrá mucha gente ignorante que no va a entender el significado de la cultura, de donde provienen los colores, el simbolismo, el nombre. Pero eso no es razón para pensar que ustedes tienen el derecho ni la razón para quitarle ese derecho a la gente que si lo entiende. Este mix, este supuesto ‘cultural appropriation’ (que ni me atrevo llamarlo en español porque es un fenómeno Americano.) es un fenómeno de la evolución de la humanidad como una sociedad. Y como Mexicana yo no comprendo de donde están sacando esta estupidez, ya que mi cultura ha ‘apropriated’ mucha cultura americana. Tomamos un chingo de CocaCola, #1 en el mundo, como para pretender que somos mejores que todos. Aquí todos toman de todos.

Asi que, bájense de su banquito, y celebren un buen Dia de Los Muertos. ¡Compártanlo con sus amigos y diviértanse!

ENGLISH TRANSLATION:

I’m Mexican. You don’t have to be Mexican to dress like a sugar skull. Do it with pride and respect. Look damn fine and have fun!

Thank you.

neon-squiggles:

donechesters:

pete860:

holy shit

#people underestimate how scary as fuck Pokemon would be if it were a movie not a children’s cartoon

I haven’t agreed with a tag more
tumblingus:

Look at this fucking Disney prince
He’s perfect

tumblingus:

Look at this fucking Disney prince

He’s perfect

mostlycatsmostly:

Draven Rodriguez, a student at Schenectady High School in upstate New York, has a dream for his senior yearbook: that it will include this professional photo of him and his cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and lasers. “I’m not trying to make any statement,” Rodriguez told The Daily Gazette, “other than my photo is ridiculous and this is how I am.”
Rodriguez had been planning the photo since his junior year. He wants, simply, to be remembered.
"I don’t want to go in the yearbook with the generic ‘I-look-like-everyone-else’ photo," he told the Gazette. "I wanted a ‘He looks great. Only he would try that’ photo."
He has preemptively started an online petition to allow for the photo’s inclusion in the forthcoming edition of the school’s yearbook, though the school hasn’t necessarily said he can’t yet. They have said that they will not allow for the photo to run in the portraits section.
"That will not appear in the portrait section," Karen Corona, a school district spokeswoman, told the Gazette. "There are other places in the yearbook where those photos can be placed."
The teen appears to be content with the school’s decision, telling the Gazette, “I can work with that.”
(via Gawker Teen Just Wants This Photo of Him and His Cat in the Yearbook)

mostlycatsmostly:

Draven Rodriguez, a student at Schenectady High School in upstate New York, has a dream for his senior yearbook: that it will include this professional photo of him and his cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and lasers. “I’m not trying to make any statement,” Rodriguez told The Daily Gazette, “other than my photo is ridiculous and this is how I am.”

Rodriguez had been planning the photo since his junior year. He wants, simply, to be remembered.

"I don’t want to go in the yearbook with the generic ‘I-look-like-everyone-else’ photo," he told the Gazette. "I wanted a ‘He looks great. Only he would try that’ photo."

He has preemptively started an online petition to allow for the photo’s inclusion in the forthcoming edition of the school’s yearbook, though the school hasn’t necessarily said he can’t yet. They have said that they will not allow for the photo to run in the portraits section.

"That will not appear in the portrait section," Karen Corona, a school district spokeswoman, told the Gazette. "There are other places in the yearbook where those photos can be placed."

The teen appears to be content with the school’s decision, telling the Gazette, “I can work with that.”

(via Gawker Teen Just Wants This Photo of Him and His Cat in the Yearbook)

lakidaa:

i like how his mom is immediately on his side and about to getaway car them off 

zooophagous:

prokopetz:

skittles-n-gravy:

perpetual-galaxies:

Jack is hardcore as fuck

scare me like one of your french girls

For money money, the most interesting thing about this confrontation is how completely it inverts the final scenes of a typical Disney film. In most cases, the hero is physically and/or supernaturally outmatched, and triumphs through determination and ingenuity; here, the villain spends the the whole fight running scared, while the protagonist casually no-sells everything that’s thrown at him. And there’s no ironic Disney Death keeping the protagonist’s hands clean, either. Jack just straight-up murders Oogie with malice aforethought while Oogie is running away - and by having Santa Claus himself strike the final blow, the film legitimises Jack’s killing of Oogie as the morally correct course of action.

You don’t fuck around with the motherfucking pumpkin king

zooophagous:

prokopetz:

skittles-n-gravy:

perpetual-galaxies:

Jack is hardcore as fuck

scare me like one of your french girls

For money money, the most interesting thing about this confrontation is how completely it inverts the final scenes of a typical Disney film. In most cases, the hero is physically and/or supernaturally outmatched, and triumphs through determination and ingenuity; here, the villain spends the the whole fight running scared, while the protagonist casually no-sells everything that’s thrown at him. And there’s no ironic Disney Death keeping the protagonist’s hands clean, either. Jack just straight-up murders Oogie with malice aforethought while Oogie is running away - and by having Santa Claus himself strike the final blow, the film legitimises Jack’s killing of Oogie as the morally correct course of action.

You don’t fuck around with the motherfucking pumpkin king

unexplained-events:

These amazing underwater “crop circles” are the result of a species of pufferfish. The males create these large, intricate designs in the seabed with their fins to attract potential mates. The females inspect the finished design and decide if they wish to mate with the male from there. The female will lay her eggs in the center of the circles, and the male will then fertilize and guard the eggs. 

Previously, the circles were of unknown origin, and remained a mystery for several years until it was discovered that these little guys were responsible for the beautiful designs.

Source

mostlycatsmostly:

(by Agway)