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sweetstrokesstudios

Id like to show you all something.

Yes indeed no nudity but you can find all the discriminatory and hate speech you want!

But wait, the icing on the cake…

…really? Do i need even say anything.

taboolicious

since this place is going down the shitter, why not reblog this?

morganagod

Here’s an extra layer of gross 

 I may be wearing a tin foil hat, but I think they purposely want to do stuff like pit BLM against White Supremacists. They see it as an opportunity to make money. 

oldmanyellsatcloud

Here’s a link to the Vox article quoted above in question.

‘Hate and Strife Are Key Target Demographics’, basically.

thehumancopier

this whole thing, read it

tinyfaceart

Tumblr staff is absolute human trash

highfunctioningfool

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Originally posted by allgeekmemes

grettir-dun

I have to reblog this every time because frankly this is absolutely genius prose

anagrammaton

Been thinking about the Cthluhu Mythos and colonialism lately

Lovecraft’s representations of cultists are always degenerate and savage and like, as a Māori person I can see a lot of how colonialism chose to represent our religion in the way Lovecraft chose to represent theirs.

One of our most important atua is Tū-Mata-Uenga, also know as Tū-Kaitanga meaning Tū-Who-Eats-Humans, and the colonial attitude has always been like ‘oh, how primitive, how degenerate to worship a cannibal god, these savages need to be civilised and their behaviour needs to be corrected’

and that’s the exact attitude we get from Lovecraft’s protagonists, and the kind of single-minded ~lol so evil n crazy~ behaviour cultists always get portrayed as displaying is the kind of shit which Māori get accused of all the time. 

I think as part of our deconstruction of Lovecraft’s work (and we damn well need to stop parroting his tropes and start picking him apart now, just because it’s pulp doesn’t mean we can’t be critical and questioning) we need to start examining how we’re portraying the cultist-great old one relationship and start depicting it as less of a one-dimensional monomaniacal thing. that’s boring. 

give me cultists who use their Esoteric Order of Dagon branch as a center for social and political change, give me indigenous cultists who teach their younger brothers and sisters the stories passed down to their ancestors from inhuman tongues as they sit around the dinner table and help with homework, give me cultists with disabilities who can’t work in an activist context and who draw strength from the knowledge that just as surely as Cthulhu is going to wake up one day, they’re going to get out there and do what they have to do to get by, just give me some fucking cultists who act anything at all like humans do when we believe in something which is greater than ourselves and not like some colonial borderline-racist caricatures of primitive savages in the swamps. 

kingdom-of-the-clown

Yeah I think it’s safe to say we should drop the tropes created by white supremacists.

prokopetz

Some of them, yes. In Lovcraft’s case it’s often not the basic tropes themselves that are the issue, but what he does with them. The whole “what if a god or gods provably exist, but are indifferent and inimical to humanity?” bit is a great starting point for speculative fiction. The trouble is that, very often, Lovecraft would take that starting point and end up with a bunch of jabbering monkey-people having orgies around a stone idol in the middle of a swamp.

probablybadrpgideas

Warning-hopefully good rpg idea incoming!

I have been thinking about this, and I have been trying to come up with ways the Great Old Ones could be beings that someone might actually want to worship.

Cthulhu as patron of artists, heralding a new age of beauty and wonder. Ithaqua as the protector of the lost, giving food to the hungry and warmth to the cold. Nyalathotep as the bringer of revolution, patron to the oppressed and those who would stand against the powerful’s excesses. Hastur as the god of joy, promising his faithful the endless dances of Carcosa.

Maybe these are masks for alien monsters, or maybe they really do have some helpful aspects, or maybe they are purely benevolent beings slandered  by racism and classicism. Either way, no-one’s gonna worship Smashy Steve, God Of Setting Your House On Fire. The cultists aren’t going to talk of their gods in the way the investigators are- even genuinely evil cults need some kind of selling point to lure people in. 

Basically, improve your call of cthulhu game both narratively and social justicely by making your great one worshippers actually worship their gods as benevolent and holy beings, not as big monsters they hang around and yell at for no clear reason.

disgruntledinametallicatshirt

you know what actually pisses me off? when I finally start to feel a smidge of confidence in my writing ability and then some JERK POSTS A SINGLE LINE FROM A TERRY PRATCHETT NOVEL AND IT’S BETTER THAN ANYTHING I WILL EVER WRITE NO MATTER HOW MANY MILLENNIA I SPEND TRYING!

thebaconsandwichofregret

Terry was a professional writer from the age of 17. He worked as a journalist which meant that he had to learn to research, write and edit his own work very quickly or else he’d lose his job.

He was 23 when his first novel was published. After six years of writing professionally every single day. The Carpet People was a lovely novel, from a lovely writer, but almost all of Terry’s iconic truth bomb lines come from Discworld.

The Colour of Magic, the first ever Discworld novel was published in 1983. Terry was 35 years old. He had been writing professionally for 18 years. His career was old enough to vote, get married and drink. We now know that at 35 he was, tragically, over half way through his life. And do you know what us devoted, adoring Discworld fans say about The Colour of Magic? “Don’t start with Colour of Magic.”

It is the only reading order rule we ever give people. Because it’s not that great. Don’t get me wrong, very good book, although I’ll be honest I’ve never been able to finish it, but it’s nowhere near his later stuff. Compare it to Guards Guards, The Fifth Elephant, the utterly iconic Nightwatch and it pales in comparison because even after nearly 20 years of writing, half a lifetime of loving books and storytelling Terry was still learning.

He was a man with a wonderful natural talent, yes. But more importantly he worked and worked and worked to be a better writer. He was writing up until days before he died.  He spent 49 years learning and growing as a writer, taking so much joy in storytelling that not even Alzheimer’s could steal it from him. He wouldn’t want that joy stolen from you too.

Terry was a wonderful, kind, compassionate, genius of a writer. And all of this was in spite of many many people telling him he wasn’t good enough. At the age of five his headmaster told him that he would never amount to anything. He died a knight of the realm and one of the most beloved writers ever to have lived in a country with a vast and rich literary tradition. He wouldn’t let anyone tell him that he wasn’t good enough. And he wouldn’t want you to think you aren’t good enough. He especially wouldn’t want to be the reason why you think you aren’t good enough. 

You’re not Terry Pratchett. 

You are you.

And Terry would love that. 

rsfcommonplace

I only ever had a chance to talk to Terry Pratchett once, and that was in an autograph line.  I’d bought a copy of The Carpet People, which was his very first book, and he looked at it with a faint air of concern.  “You realise that I wrote that when I was very young,” he said, in warning.

“Yes,” I said.  “But I like seeing how authors grow.”

He brightened and reached for his pen.  “That’s all right then,” he said, and signed.

carbonoid-nsfw

Hey Tumblr look at my pretty black pussy