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posted 7 hours ago with 19 notes

black-american-queen:

black-american-queen:

euthanizeallwhitepeople:

jcoleknowsbest:

neoamericana:

nezua:

asustainablefuture:

A Selk’nam couple with their baby, on a ship en route to be exhibited in Europe as “wildmen”. The Selk’nam people are an indigenous tribe in the Patagonian region of Southern Argentina and Chile. Both appear to have slight damage on their ankles from cruel, probably iron, restraints.

The fear and confusion on their face is haunting. For people who had lived a simple hunting and gathering lifestyle, with little European interaction, the rest of their lives must’ve seemed like a surreal nightmare. 

White History

Abducted by aliens.

Smh

White history

I really want to know who these people are/what happened to them

SO I DID A BIT OF DIGGING AND HOLY SHIT. THE SELK’HAM PEOPLE WERE WIPED OUT IN A MASS GENOCIDE.

LIKE… THEY ARE NO MORE. THE DESCENDENTS OF THIS COUPLE DO NOT EXIST.

AN ENTIRE LANGUAGE. AN ENTIRE CUISINE. AN ENTIRE WAY OF LIFE. WIPED AWAY.

YA’LL WANT SOME FUCKING WHITE HISTORY MONTH? HERE IS SOME GOD DAMN WHITE HISTORY FOR YOU TO PUT NEXT TO ALL THOSE SHINNY IMAGES OF THESE WHITE MEN WHO “DISCOVERED THE WORLD”.

HANG THIS IMAGE IN ALL THE DAMN CLASSROOMS. I’M DONE.

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posted 7 hours ago with 23,188 notes

maliks-butt:

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i got lazy can u tell

anyway this is fanart for this fuck’s college au check it out she has plenty more

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posted 7 hours ago with 611 notes

transhumanisticpanspermia:

askfordoodles:

talesof4chan:

Anon has a burglar break in
talesof4chan.tumblr.com

"this burglar is impinging on my terf, knocking shit over for no reason. unacceptable"

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posted 7 hours ago with 16,493 notes

mcjesuslightingfish:

source

cheater556

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posted 7 hours ago with 137,369 notes

lordlingenglish:

returntothestars:

blue-espeon:

aeonfrodo:

dilapidatedragamuffin:

We were at my grandparents’ house for Easter today, and my brother brought along the Nintendo Wii for our cousins to play

Only he forgot the sensor bar :T the thing that makes the wii-motes work and junk

Then he remembered this crazy myth he heard basically said if you light two candles, they act as a sensor bar.

I DON’T KNOW HOW

BUT IT TURNS OUT IT FUCKING WORKS.

So if you ever lose or break the sensor bar, and don’t mind your TV looking like an offering to Satan, I recommend candles :I

I’ll remember that for the next time my sensor bar stuffs up…

This also works with flashlights, in case you don’t have any candles handy. c:

The “sensor” bar doesn’t actually have any sensors. The sensors are in the Wii-mote. The sensor bar is actually just a line of infrared LEDs that an IR camera in the Wii-mote can see, which means you can substitute other IR sources, like candles and flashlights.

Science, hail Satan.

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posted 7 hours ago with 112,570 notes

colorfuloddity:

firemen:

firemen:

British people are just now becoming scene and it’s so funny

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I’m never getting over how Britain is consistently 5-10 years behind the US in fashion trends like remember 2007 shows featuring bell bottom jeans and crop tops and 90s hair

remember Rose Tyler

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posted 7 hours ago with 45,016 notes

modestmgmtofficial:

identical twins have so much power tbh last year my lab partner steve came in with pierced ears and everyone was like whoa steve when did u get them pierced and he was like i’ve had them for 3 years. i’m not steve. and he just sat down and started taking notes. the next day steve came in and was like did u guys see my brother jake yesterday lmao we switched schools

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posted 7 hours ago with 121,649 notes

hogwartsforeverhome:

hanadoodles:

PETITION TO MAKE LEARNING ANOTHER LANGUAGE COMPULSORY IN ENGLISH-SPEAKING COUNTRIES FROM A YOUNG AGE BECAUSE ENGLISH SPEAKERS ARE LAZY ASSWIPES WHO EXPECT EVERYONE TO SPEAK ENGLISH AND NEVER BOTHER EVEN LEARNING ANY OTHER LANGUAGE.

Actually, most of us would love speak another language but our education system sucks so we literally learn 4 words. It’s not because we are all lazy.

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posted 7 hours ago with 23,355 notes
Being sick in Elementary: Yay home from school chicken noodle soup and movies
Being sick in high school: OH MY GOSH I'M GOING TO MISS A MATH NOTE AND THEN GET BEHIND IN ENGLISH AND THEN I'LL HAVE LATE MARKS OFF MY PRESENTATION AND I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL BECAUSE I'M GOING TO FAIL EVERYTHING AND DIE ALONE UNEDUCATED AND OLD AND NOT KNOWING HOW TO GRAPH A PARABOLA
College: did I have class today
posted 7 hours ago with 369,752 notes

grimsister:

a porter by *doubleleaf
“What did you do? Buy the whole city’s supply of paint, scrolls, pen and ink?”
“And most of the blacksmith’s scrap metals. Those he didn’t need.”
“Mio dio! I wast joking, Leonardo!”

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posted 8 hours ago with 309 notes

mrasayf:

sorry I’m bad at comics

posted 8 hours ago with 426 notes

fuckyeahaltairmalik:

AC- Syrian Oil Westing by HoneyRey

posted 8 hours ago with 36 notes

mrasayf:

King AU collab with my favourite sassnovice, whom I absolutely adooooore. As you can see, she did almost anything, except for Malik, which is the result of my efforts.

I’m happy forever you offered me to do it with you, and I hope it’s not the last collab we are doing! I enjoyed working with you very, vvvveeery much <3

posted 8 hours ago with 263 notes
Scene: Altair as the Beast, Malik is Beauty (very fetching in a gown...not really). Kadar as the plot device that brings Malik to Altair's castle to be prisoner forever.
Malik: I honestly expected you to be so much scarier what with your frighteningly bad manners.
Kadar: how about we not make him angry.
Malik: let my brother go.
Altair: if you take his place.
Malik: ...how about I kill you and then just take my brother?
Altair: ...
Kadar: ...Malik don't make him angry he has razor sharp teeth and claws like knives. I mean, you're good in a fight and all but he could take you. He's seven foot tall.
Malik: fine. I'll stay if you let Kadar go.
Altair: Fine.
Malik: Fine. SO I'LL JUST BE HERE IN THIS COLD, DREARY PRISON CELL BY MYSELF THEN.
Altair: no, you have to go to the fabulous room in my castle
Malik: fuck you no i don't.
Altair: I WILL MAKE YOU
Malik: I cannot believe that bastard is holding me prisoner in this lap of luxury.
Altair: I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW UNREASONABLE YOU ARE AT ALL TIMES
Malik: I can't believe you won't feed me just because I find your company literally repulsive. Why the hell do you even need me here to begin with? Were you getting lonely with nothing but the furniture to watch you throw your temper tantrums?
Altair: STARVE FOREVER YOU ASSHOLE
Malik: Bitch, whatever, your furniture already likes me best.
(Furniture: Dude we are never, ever getting this curse broken, ever.
Furniture 2: I miss my arms and legs. Do you think if we drug them and lock them in a room together and they have sex it'll break the spell?
Furniture: ...I think if we tried they'd kill one another.)
Altair: Since you are OBVIOUSLY TOO BORING TO LIVE, PLEASE CHECK OUT MY LIBRARY.
Malik: PERHAPS I CAN READ YOU A BOOK YOU ILLITERATE ASSHOLE. OH LOOK HERE'S ONE ABOUT MANNERS THAT MIGHT BE RELEVANT TO YOUR LIFE.
Altair: I don't need books I can climb walls with my CLAWS.
Malik: I can feel myself growing stupider every day in you company.
Altair: SO TOMORROW YOU'LL HAVE THE IQ OF A ROCK?
Malik: ...I think you just insulted yourself.
Altair: No I didn't.
(Furniture: how about a song? we can just sing them into falling in love.
Furniture 2: no we have to put one of them in mortal danger so the other one realizes they secretly have feelings for the one in danger.
Furniture: ...you just want an excuse to light something on fire.)
Malik: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LIGHT YOURSELF ON FIRE?
Altair: I'm covered in fur, dickwad
Malik: I cannot believe my life right now. I am literally rubbing snow on your giant naked body while your fur blows smoke up my nose.
Altair: Well, if you'd done something besides stand there and LAUGH we wouldn't be in this situation, would we?
(Furniture: oh my god.
Furniture 2: song or drugs. these are our choices now.)
Malik: did you put something in my food?
Altair: What is happening to my penis? Why is this happening?
Malik: ...are you kidding me right now?
Altair: I GOT CURSED AT LIKE AGE 11 OKAY. IT'S NOT LIKE SOMEONE TOOK THE TIME TO EXPLAIN A THING. Seriously though, it like wants to get closer to you.
Malik: you are a seven foot tall creature with three inch knives at the end of his fingers I don't think your mammoth dick will be getting anywhere near me.
Altair: but it wants you!
Malik: ...no.
(Furniture: SONG. OUR ONLY WEAPON IS SONG.
Furniture 2: *hums a tune*)
Altair: So, uh, when I got cursed the lady told me that I had to find someone to love me or I'd die at age twenty one.
Malik: When do you turn twenty one?
Altair: like tomorrow.
Malik: ..............................................
Altair: I'm only telling you because the lamps have been following me around aggressively singing about it all night.
Malik: at least it wasn't a feather duster with a lonely solo. What kind of love are we talking about here? Like forever or I'd do you for a night kind of love?
Altair: I'm not really sure. It happened pretty fast, I opened the door there was this hag and I was like ew no but she got all offended, killed my parents, took my kingdom, turned my servants into objects and abandoned me here as an eleven year old beast-child.
Malik: ...I did not think it was possible to feel sympathy for you but I think that's what's happening.
Altair: yeah, you'd think she'd be all like: look here child, there's more to life than how things look, or something. I mean I was a child. Also you're really good looking so I'm not sure what the ultimate moral of the story is.
Malik: *shrugs*
(Furniture: ok, new plan. We're going to storm the village, kidnap the brother and hold him as ransom until Malik declares his true and undying love for Altair.
Furniture 2: *takes all the knives* I'm ready.)
Altair: I...am not responsible for this.
Malik: I cannot believe I'm being forced into a shotgun wedding by a candelabra and a clock. OH ALTAIR THE LOVE THAT I FEEL FOR YOU IN MY HEART KNOWS NO MORTAL BOUNDS.
Altair: You could at least try to sound sincere.
Malik: whatever. get down here so I can kiss you.
Altair: at least I won't die without this final indignity.
Malik: ...*smooches Altair*
Altair: ...what's happening? *explodes into light, dramatically, entire castle is suddenly sparkling and pretty again, everything is awesome*
Malik: ...
Kadar: dude! kiss me!
Malik: what? No.
Kadar: you kissed him and he turned into a handsome prince with a house full of servants and an entire kingdom to obey him. Kiss me, I just want a horse and a girlfriend.
Malik: you are ridiculous and stupid.
Altair: ha! you liar. You said you didn't love me.
Malik: that is not what I said. I said the love that I feel for you in my heart knows no mortal bounds.
Altair: Yes but you were just being an asshole.
Malik: was I?
Altair: I thought?
Malik: maybe you shouldn't do that anymore. Now that you're man-sized and non-lethal how about we go to your room and I'll explain the whole sex thing to you.
Kadar: could someone untie me tho?
Kadar: no?
Kadar: that's fine.
Kadar: you'll come back eventually.
Kadar: ...won't you?
Kadar: MALIK!
posted 8 hours ago with 223 notes