God damn them all
I was told
we’d sail the seas for American gold
we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
the last of Barret’s Privateers
Eliot & Archie for anonymous.
The ONLY reason Eliot didn’t leave Archie in a fine paste on that rooftop is because Parker’s REAL dad was standing between them.
Archie:“She doesn’t fit in anywhere”
The Rage Demon Residing in Elliot Spencer’s Head: SHE FITS IN WITH US YOU DICK.
its so funny to me that european whites love to dance so much?
but american whites dont???
was there some type of religious resistance to dancing?
Those willing to poke gentle fun at American Baptists say: “No dancing, because it might lead to sex. And no sex, because it might lead to dancing.” So yes, there actually was religious resistance to dancing, which has persisted beyond all belief. Not to mention the suppression of various types of folk dancing as European immigrants were assimilated into bland whiteness and encouraged to do “non-ethnic” dances like square dancing.
I’m a Canadian white and it’s also my observation that the British colonists especially brought the notion that civility, culture, class, professionalism, and correct behaviour were all undergirded by the ability to sit still, stand straight, and maintain an unemotional facade no matter what. “Stiff upper lip” and all that. Acceptable forms of dance among Whiteness are often formal, complicated, and difficult to pick up without paid instruction. White people often make the mistake, even when writing about our own culture from a couple hundred years back, of thinking that dance is ONLY a mating ritual–you don’t dance for sadness, or joy, or anger, or fun. It’s not an accident that anti-colonial resistance by Indigenous groups, people of colour, and non-English white people, have in many cases used dance as an avenue of resistance and identity. Nor is it an accident that moral panics have often been over white people enjoying “ethnic” forms of dance and music like jazz, swing, hip-hop, or rap.
By denying people dance, rhythm, and movement, colonizers denied them a powerful kind of literal medicine, a form of resilience that could have allowed them to heal enough to defy colonial rule. But it’s no accident that the intrinsic motions of colonialism–dictating what people wear, where they live, who educates their children, what they eat, what language they speak, what music they can make, and how they can dance–are those that contribute most directly to PTSD and widespread mental health and addiction problems.
When mental health professionals work to heal trauma, there’s a growing understanding that rhythm, music, and dance are all deeply powerful tools of healing and resilience. Our bodies are primed to thrive on rhythm, beginning with the heartbeat of the person gestating with, moving to being rocked as a baby. It’s why the stereotypical shellshocked person rocks back and forth. It’s a primal self-soothing mechanism. And that’s why we’re increasingly doing not just breathing exercises, but encouraging drumming, clapping rhythms, and basic dance. It’s why I’m starting to ask my clients to share songs that are important with me. It’s something that white settlers have literally been trained for years to think of as not just unimportant, but dangerous and alien.
This made my day 💖
imma reblog this again just because 36 followers was gone after this post, ain’t nobody gonna judge them but god so get your racist ass outta here
Idris Elba photographed by Zoe McConnell for ShortList (2018)
If nothing were stopping you, what would you do with your life?
Given sufficient starting money and a body that doesn’t hate me, and a brain that doesn’t try to kill me from time to time….
Find a property that is sufficiently sized to build my ideal planned community, invite friends to join me, build what needs built, hire people to help with what me and the invited friends can’t do between us, make sure we’ve got a local wi-fi, and a good uplink for internet, and settle in to grow organic herbs and vegetables and flax and maybe some barley and/or oats, raise sheep and goats and chickens and a couple dairy cows and maybe some geese, and also honeybees of one or another variety, and make blankets and stories and clothes.
With both kitchens and bathrooms having individual and communal options, workshops for all sorts of things in two buildings split between relatively quiet and relatively loud (also, things that can be very smelly like dyeing and soap making), with good soundproofing in both. Greenhouses/hothouses to be able to control growing conditions for some things. A shopfront/gallery space that’s open to the public, as well as an online store for selling art/produce/etc.
And the point of the farm/greenhouse part and the shopfront/gallery is not that everyone must be productive to be welcome, but that no one has to go work a job or several that’s draining just to be able to survive.
(And having a body that doesn’t hate me and a brain that doesn’t try to kill me from time to time would be so much easier if healthcare were truly accessible, and not dependent on if the doctor actually gives a fuck about you beyond “you’re anxious and depressed and fat and everything else is entirely in your head and not something I’m going to bother worrying about” and doesn’t actually help figure shit out and I have to do it all my fucking self. And this is an improvement over “you’re a hysterical and stupid female who can’t possibly know anything, because I Am Your Doctor And I Said So”.)
I mean, I already do the making of blankets and stories thing, and I have figured out a way to crochet a bra that actually does what I need it to do. But I do these things because they make it possible for me to have clothes I can wear and blankets I can use, and because making spiffy blankets means I can show them off and other people might buy the patterns (because it’s hard to get people who don’t do crochet to understand that no, $2k is a perfectly reasonable price tag for a blanket that takes 150+ hours and has a recognizable pattern that isn’t just stripes. Those who do crochet are at least in theory capable of spending the $10 on a pattern with chart and text instructions, and making the blanket themselves.)
in d&d, deer have 14 wisdom. a deer is just as wise as my ranger for whom i put his second-highest ability roll in wisdom and who uses wisdom to cast most of his spells. a deer is wiser than everyone in the friendship campaign party other than erwyn, who is tied with said deer. what the fuck
in the real life deer are about as smart as 4-year-olds. they have communication, planning, and cause-and-effect intelligence. we’re also selectively breeding for smarter and smarter deer – and recently deer have been observed teaching their young to watch for traffic.
in my experience this makes deer just as wise as most frat boys.
other animals w/real-life “that’s higher than i expected” wisdom throws:
- crows (like most corvids) make us feel bad about ourselves and are about as smart as 7-year-olds. for your reference 7-year-olds understand and can confidently do multiplication tables usually up to x12 and understand fractions. crows know how to make tools and know how water displacement works.
- raccoons are also about as smart as 7-10 year olds and that’s why they wash their food before they eat it gbless
- cows, with 5-7 year old intelligence, and the fact they got bffs and like jazz music just an fyi
- coyotes, which are smarter than your dog + smarter than pigs, neither of which will be on this list bc, come on, we all know about poodles + pigs.
- we don’t even fuckken know when it comes to bears, we know they can remember as far back as 10 years + they have complex communication + social structures and are extremely adaptable but like …. ??
- we also Just Don’t Know about the octopus, who is currently engaged in some kind of undersea war
- we think elephants are self-aware. along with altruism, humor, and genuine concern, this makes them better than lots of politicians
- people always mention dolphins, chimps, parrots, and COMPLETELY overlook the true hero: pigeons, who can literally understand space and time as concepts. damn.
Hugs for EVERYONE*
*hugs you all* Because today is a day for hugs, and I’m going to run out of spoons if I go putting hugs in everyone’s ask box.
Feel free to reblog this to give a hug to every one of your followers.
*who is comfortable with being hugged. If you do not like hugs or are uncomfortable with physical contact, or even just prefer not a hug from someone not a mutual friend, cookies or other snacks suitable for your dietary needs and restrictions.

Tiny Dracula’s Happy Halloween
Nothing like Trick-or-Treating at your local blood bank!
I’ve had this image of Tiny Dracula snacking floating in my head for quite a while now. Thanks to everyone who has stuck around! Work has been terribly busy but I am trying to experiment with new art supplies!
Stay Spooky!
Love,
Lume
They work alone. They always work alone. There’s no exceptions.