I am not the monster of this story

yuropyon:

It was a matter of time

verygibbous:

what if “lucy” was about lucy liu casually beating up pervy white dudes instead

and the story was about an asian woman who gets justice from the white men who used and abducted her

and it was an effective commentary on white imperialism, the violent commodification of asian people and asian culture by western society, the demonization of asian people, and the continuing history of violence on unwilling asian bodies especially those of asian women by white people

and what if when a pervy white dude asks the asian woman “do you speak english” while he’s in fucking taiwan, she shoots him in the head instead

what if this movie wasn’t going to be a bunch of white imperialist nonsense masquerading as something “progressive” at the expense of faceless nameless asian bodies

ha ha

ha

I’m not sure why dragon game people are following this blog but since it’s registration it seemed as good a day to say it as ever:

My Flight Rising blog is over at frstraekitty, to the followers who don’t play Flight Rising, it’s a pet site where you breed dragons, and registrations are only open for today because the site’s still working out some bumps, if you like dragons even a little consider joining before they slam the gates shut again! Also you should put straekitty as your referrer, fyi. ;)

fouryearsofshades:

There might be some confusions between hanfu ruqun and hakama. So I made a thing. 

Actually the way I tell them apart is like how I tell hanzi and kanji apart — by familiarity. I am not sure how helpful this is. Contact me if you have anything to add or I made mistakes somewhere. Thanks.

p/s Does anyone know andonbakama goes with anything other than furisode (other than the case of mako)?

Roseanne: I thought they were friends
Roseanne: guess not
Gwendolyn: maybe they found out they were moldy spaghetti the hard way
Marylouisse: Oooh, betrayal.
Marylouisse: Grabs popcorn.

this one girl keeps posting tumblr posts as her facebook statuses

like she literally just copies and pastes the plaintext into the status box

I can’t take this seriously at all.

One day, she’s going to know. She’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. She’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. She’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. She’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. She’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. She’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. She’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. She’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. She’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. She’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s her favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. She’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. She’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. She’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. She’s going to know how you feel without you telling her, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. She’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. She’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? She is still going to love you.
(via emilymaxine)

exfatalist:

trekual-innuendos:

Lets have a dystopian future movie where none of the actors are white

Not a single one

No reason

No explanation

There’s just no white people and not a single character questions it

Watch how quickly people notice and get pissed off

but wouldn’t it be better to put one white extra in the far background of a huge crowd shot for a few frames, so we could point to them every time someone gets pissed off?