#black statue

[woobosco]

Afro Culture (My Culture)

@woobosco

[cuprumbao]

angel plumbers

[zegalba]

sculpture by Yves Pires

[gyossaith]

Nike of Samothrace

[flowersforfrancis]

[thecolorsfucked]

canada: we should let in trans refugees from the US!

also canada: *immediately strikes deal w US authorizing them to turn away any asylum seekers either pleases* not the coloreds tho

[semioticapocalypse]

Henri Heiderscheid. New York. September, 1972

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[magicalgrimm]

The real reason black hat needs a business:

[heartnosekid]

monsieur_arefin on ig

[eskildit]

i think a lot about hot sauce and jeannemary. two young girls so ready to kill and to die. a comparison made all the worse when you recall that hot sauce lost all her family to the cohort, that she can specifically recall fourth style necromancy (using corpses as bombs). a fourteen and thirteen year old that could easily have been on opposite sides of the same front line. 

[blackgirlsreverything]

[zegalba]

Isamu Noguchi: Undine (1926)

[testoster0ne]

matthis

[minalots]

🐺🐺🐺🐈‍⬛

First drawing is just me seeing how I would draw all the WWs (excuse the fact I used trimax ww’s assigned pen for the rest of them) (tbh I think it helps seeing the differences but next time I’ll draw em with their assigned brushes)

Second drawing is a redraw from WW’s expression sheet

[movedtodykedvonte]

Sorry but no one is pointing out the way Simon looked at the Golb statue like…

He bit his lip and everything. He is deranged and down bad for Betty in any form and I need someone who as loyal and devote as Simon is to his chaos god wife.

[the-call-of-the-ocean]

Going mad over Silver being told “The crew will look after you” in the final episode of season two as the crew’s surgeon is about to cut off his leg despite Silver’s repeated pleas that he doesn’t want him to, and part of it may be due to the unbearable pain he’s in, but I don’t think that’s all of it.

Randall died one episode ago. When Billy introduced Silver to him at the beginning of season one, he said that Randall had been injured while in service of this crew and that the crew owed it to him to take care of him despite his infirmity — because of his infirmity. As a disabled man, Randall has no future outside Flint’s crew in the harsh world they live in.

Silver knows this. As we approach the end of season two, he’s slowly becoming a true member of the crew, “I” becomes “we” and “the men” becomes “my men” or “my brothers,” but he can still walk away from them if he chooses to do so. By cutting off his leg, even with the best intentions in the world, the crew is tying him to them more securely than any contract or blood pact to these men and — for the time being — to Flint’s captaincy. His very ability to walk away from them is literally being limited, which we see in the beginning of season three as he struggles with his new wooden leg.

Silver has gained the infinite loyalty of these men at the price of his leg and maybe even of his independence — he can still leave them and try his luck elsewhere, he knows how to make himself useful, but no matter how charismatic he is, the first thing people will probably always see is his wooden leg. He has become Randall. Despite being in the throes of immense pain, I think Silver realized what he was about to lose. Even if a part of him had still been entertaining the possibility that this was just a temporary situation, from this point on, he has no choice but to serve these men to the best of his ability because now they’re in a symbiotic relationship.

It’s a very grim answer to the question his entire season two arc is asking: where does he belong? What is his place in the world? In the end, he who held most of the cards in his hands at one point is not being given a choice: he’s staying here, with this crew, echoing the question Flint asked him earlier in the season — where else in the world would you wake up and matter like this? It’s the only place left in the world where he can matter now. The infinite possibilities have collapsed down to one. The man who wanted everything, who could be anyone, is now forced into a single role and can only play it genuinely.