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More Macklemore, less Robin Thicke.

And yet a huge percentage of Tumblr hates him. Not trying to be confrontational, but could someone please explain to me why this is?

Because he is a straight white guy and Tumblr isn’t always right. 

Yup. A lot of people like to ignore all the good things he does simply because he is part of the privileged. Never mind that he flat out acknowledges this in Same Love. (“I may not be the same, but that’s not important.”)





Macklemore grew up privileged, yes, but he understands the inequality and the disturbing gap between rich and poor. He has a song called White Privilege: 

"Hiphop started off in a block that I’ve never been to
To counter act a struggle that I’ve never even been through
If I think I understand just because I flow too
That means I’m not keeping it true, nope.”


"But as I’m blessed with the privilege, they’re still left with the scars"


"I grew up on Capitol Hill,
With two parents and two cars.
They had a beautiful marriage, we even had a swing set in our yard.
My mom didn’t have a job, because my dad made enough money that we could live comfortably and he could support us.
Now, he commute to Tacoma, so we knew we be good.
But then I realized everybody looked just like me in my neighborhood.
I go to school, which was diverse.
But indeed us, I got sandwiches and Capri Suns well my friends ate their free lunch.
It’s crazy trying to look back, cause when I was growing up
I didn’t understand the fact was there’s something called a social status.
And my black friends wanted my financial bracket.
And then my city’s divided,
From neighborhood to neighborhood
We’re polarized but we claim we’re progressive.
The police shoot in the hood but never once in my residence.
As a white person been shot at we’d stopped in a Lexus.
And to think that we have claimed that so much has changed”



"Don’t wanna be that white dude, million man marchin’
Fighting for our freedom that my people stole
Don’t wanna make all my white fans uncomfortable
But you don’t even have a fuckin’ song for radio
Why you out here talkin race, tryin’ to save the fuckin’ globe
Don’t get involved with the causes in mind
White privilege, white guilt, at the same damn time
So we just party like it’s nineteen ninety nine
Celebrate the ignorance while these kids keep dying.”

Tumblr needs to hop down off it’s high fucking horse and instead of turning against a potential role model and ally to all that they’ve been fucking preaching about JUST BECAUSE HE’S PRIVILEGED AND WHITE, maybe make him an icon because he’s not rapping about disrespecting women. He’s making a small change. But because he grew up with a well structured family environment and he was able to afford everything he desired, he’s suddenly the enemy. 

Macklemore hate is proof that Tumblr’s brand of militant social justice is just made up of a bunch of people with either a victimization fetish and/or a hateful, angry heart seeking acceptable targets, and they then proceed to poison the people that really just want to do good, ultimately mangling a good cause beyond recognition.

And 99% of people who complain about the first lyric of “Same Love” have never actually listened beyond that. Somebody tells them “The song starts with ‘when i was in the third grade i thought that i was gay’” and they start clutching their pearls because surely the whole song is just some straight dude making lgbtqa rights all about him and how he thinks because he thought he was gay when he was eight he knows all about it. And maybe it’s not the best way to word the beginning of the song, BUT IF YOU ACTUALLY LISTEN OR READ BEYOND THAT it turns out it’s a segue into talking about ridiculous stereotypes and preconceived ideas about sexuality and questioning why someone would think it was a bad idea to be gay in the first place. And then it goes on to discuss the homophobia inherent in the music genre he’s a part of and calling his peers out on slurs and derogatory language and hypocrisy in religion, and it beautifully features Mary fucking Lambert, and goddammit I had trouble driving home when I first heard it in the car because I was fucking crying.

Macklemore is a privileged individual who consistently and vocally acknowledges his privileges and strives to use it to do legitimate good, which is everything Tumblr claims it wants, but as soon as he starts, they scream for him to shut up. Because their need to rage and scream and hate and wallow in willful ignorance is more important to them than seeing actual change take place anywhere in the world.

so glad i came across this post. you have to remember that tumblr :so called “activists” like to comment on anything that seems potentially bad, even if that means over-shadowing great points and progress that a lot of people, both gay and straight have wished for.




Dylan arriving at the M&G *

okay i’m gonna need president’s son flanked by the secret service fic stat

and the main secret service guy is Derek

And Stiles keeps flirting with Derek, teasing him, trying to provoke him, making Derek’s job about a million times more difficult, because damn, he just wants to give in. He wants all those things Stiles is trying to lure out of him, and it’s so hard to say no, but he has to. This is his job, and it’s important. He has to stay focused. He has to… But Stiles is no fool, and obviously he notices how Derek looks at him, the things Derek does for him, the way Derek’s pupils dilate when Stiles comes just a tad too closely. And Stiles is a bit reckless and young, and he’s used to taking what he wants, so he doesn’t understand Derek’s resistance, per se. He doesn’t understand Derek’s reluctance to give into his feelings, his urges.

Until Stiles calls Derek one night, from his bedroom where he’s supposed to be safe, and tells Derek in a panicked voice that he thinks someone’s in there with him, and can Derek please come over because he doesn’t feel safe? And Derek’s never ran this hard in his entire life, all the way across the White House, barging into Stiles’ room with his gun drawn, ready to kill the first person to hurt Stiles. Only Derek nearly drops his gun because there is no intruder, there is no danger. There’s only Stiles, sitting on the side of his bed, naked, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth while he looks seductively at Derek. 

And Derek just snaps, but not in the way Stiles wanted him to (by falling into bed with him). No, Derek snaps by yelling at Stiles, by cursing at him for making his life oh so damn difficult, for making his job almost impossible, for exploiting his fucking feelings for Stiles, because yes, Derek wants him, and yes, Derek loves him, and he would give everything to have Stiles but he can’t. He would get fired, he would compromise Stiles’ safety (and that’s just something that he would never be able to justify) so. he. can’t. 

And Stiles just… he tugs the sheet over his lap, ducks his head in shame, because he gets it now. That this isn’t a game to Derek. And he mumbles an apology as he rushes into his bathroom, dragging the sheet along with him. And when he comes back out, Derek is gone. 

They avoid each other for a few days, which is harder than it seems when Derek still has to make sure Stiles is safe at all times. But he’s assigned his best men to Stiles’ security detail, and he’s keeping tabs on them all. But Stiles doesn’t know all that, and just… he misses Derek. Not the teasing or the game Stiles turned everything into. He misses the moments he talked with Derek. The moments where Derek was always by his side. The moments where he’s never felt safer. He misses Derek for who he is, not the hot Secret Service guy he could maybe try and lure into bed. And he realizes what an ass he’s been, what a complete and utter idiot, and how he ruined everything. 

So he goes and finds Derek, but Derek doesn’t want to talk to him and brushes him off. Stiles starts his apology, but Derek says it’s his night off, and he doesn’t have to deal with Stiles in his free time and it hurts to even say the words, but he can’t handle dealing with Stiles right now. But Stiles wouldn’t be Stiles if he didn’t sneak off when Derek left the White House, following him all by himself, without any security around. And before he can catch up with Derek in the streets, he’s recognized, and people start surrounding him, taking pictures, wanting to talk to him. And they’re a bit pushy, but Stiles can handle it, until it gets a bit too much, and people get too close, too pushy, touching him, grabbing his shoulder to get his attention, and Stiles suddenly realizes that he’s all alone, all by himself, no one around to protect him and he doesn’t know how to handle it and he’s close to getting a panic attack and why won’t these people just go away? 

And then there’s another hand on his shoulder, but it’s a familiar one. It’s Derek, who’s pushing aside the crowd, curling his arm around Stiles protectively as he guides him away, into a restaurant where he knows the owner and they get to sneak into the back, near the private entrance. 

"Are you completely out of your mind?" Derek yells at him, and Stiles is close to tears, as Derek continues, "What are you even doing here? Do you realize what could have happened?" 

"I just… I needed to…" Stiles says, his breathing heavy, as Derek’s hands clutch at Stiles’ upper arms, "I needed to talk to you." 

"You… what?" Derek asks, trying to wrap his mind around things. 

"Derek, I’m so sorry," Stiles rushes out, "I’ve been such an idiot, and I’ve ruined everything. You… you probably hate me for what I did, but I swear I… I just didn’t think. I was so blinded by how much I wanted you that I just… I never even considered things from your side." He ducks his head, his cheeks flushed, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I’m so sorry." 

There’s a silence for a second, before Derek whispers, “I could never hate you. That’s the problem. I could never…” 

"Tell me how to make this right, Derek, please?" Stiles pleads, "I’ll do anything. Please, I just need you back in my life, please, I can’t - " 

And then his words are cut off by Derek’s lips, pressed against his, Derek’s hands still gripping his arms as Stiles grips his fists into Derek’s shirt, almost desperately. His cheeks are wet, but Stiles can’t bring himself to care as he falls into the kiss, and he’s never felt so scared in Derek’s presence before, but he’s never felt more alive. 

(Source: stydiaislove)

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