#folk dance group

[malangmusicgroup]

The Gypsy Culture in Rajasthan

[constantvariations]

I remember someone saying "there's no such thing as a good racism allegory" and it's been bouncing around in my head for a while. I'm someone who typically thinks anything can work if given the right circumstances, but then I really started thinking about it and I believe they're right

Because if you want to talk about racism, you should just talk about racism

(This is unpolished and ramble-y, so strap yourselves in)

Racism is deeply ingrained into our society, no matter where you live. Imperialism and colonialism has ensured that no corner of Earth has been left untouched. Choices from hundreds of years ago are still being felt today. There's practically no end to the discussion of its effects on the world and its people

So, why should anyone feel the need to dress it up in cat ears?

I've consumed a lot of media where writers have consciously echoed in part some aspect of racism in their fantasy story: Bright 2017, Dragon Age, RWBY, the MCU, Harry Potter, Detroit: Become Human, etc. The biggest thing they have in common is that the narrative is told to side with the victims, but it somehow always ends up against them

It always sides with the status quo

It's confusing, maddening even, because the narrative oft goes out of its way to show how horrible the system is and how these folk don't deserve their treatment, so why are we going back to normal as if it's a good thing? Why are the people actively working to improve the system decried as annoying at best and monstrous at worst?

Then you look at the people who write these storylines. The beliefs they hold, the people they vote for, which charities and organizations they give to, and it all makes sense. Centrists (at best) trying to look progressive are the ones who need to dress racism up in cat ears and rainbow freckles. They set aside the long, brutal histories and crushing systemic realities to play pretend that racism is Not That Bad and is only done by Those Bad Individuals

That's why Velvet's ears are tugged instead of culled. That's why the Mantle drunkards say mean things to Blake instead of attempting to assault her. That's why everything surrounding the SDC's labor practices is so vague as to be useless while the biggest evidence of their malice is hand-waved away by a writer who says the victim "had it coming" as if someone can deserve being branded by being too much of a brat

These stories aren't meant to make the audience question why our society works off the bloodied backs of the exploited or demands we take good, hard looks at ourselves and how we've been duped into believing so much garbage about entire swathes of people. They're meant to satisfy the people who only feel bad that these things are happening because they (white folk) look like the bad guys. It's a self-congratulatory wank about how "I'm not like THOSE guys, therefore I'm a good person!"

And then there's the characters meant to convey this story in the first place: always inoffensive, mostly aimless, "not like the other girl" types that pander to that delicate palate. Blake - a conventionally attractive, pale skinned girl in fashionable clothes - used to be passionate about equality but only in the right way, and demonizes anyone who does not conform to this mindset despite having no reasoning to back it up while never once demanding better of the privileged people around her even when they do racially insensitive things

The biggest downfall of these racial allegories, be they about cat girls or orcs or elves or robots, is that they do something that marginalized folk have been forced to endure since the dawn of time: literal dehumanization. There are tangible differences between humans and whatever the allegory is, which undermines the very fundamental fact that black/asian/queer/neurodivergent/disabled/whatever folk are unapologetically, undeniably, exceedingly human. By dressing up their plights in cat ears or spottled blue skin, you're creating theater not for the people who actually live through these struggles as a means of connecting with them and providing them a safe outlet for their feelings, but giving the people who benefit from passively allowing the system to enforce said struggles a pat on the head for not being the grand wizard

I don't really know where I'm going or how to end this, so I'll just sign off with if you're going to talk about racism, just talk about racism

[muirneach]

listening to square dance calls while i do my school work 😭 im so me coded

[gxlden-angels]

One of these days I will write about the nuances of The Black Church and how it acted both as a force for good; providing food, shelter, and community to those in need from slavery onward, and as a force for destruction, actively treating drug addicts and LGBT people as diseases and cutting them off from that sanctuary. I should do it at my most powerful (Now during BHM) but alas.....

[chiropteracupola]

...and lead away with your neighbor...

[ongoing collaboration with @dxppercxdxver again]

[shivjidholirajasthanigroup]

Rajasthani Folk Dance Group

Welcome to Shivji Dholi Rajasthani Group Best Rajasthani Folk Dance Group, where we invite you to experience the colorful Rajasthani folk dance group and lively traditions of Rajasthan through the art of dance. Our group is dedicated to preserving and promoting the rich cultural heritage of Rajasthani folk dance group, each telling a unique story of the region’s history, traditions, and celebrations.

Rajasthan, known for its majestic forts, vibrant festivals, and spirited communities, boasts a diverse array of folk dances that reflect the essence of its people. From the graceful twirls of Ghoomar to the energetic movements of Kalbeliya, from the acrobatic feats of Bhavai to the captivating performances of Chari, Rajasthan’s folk dances are a celebration of life, love, and resilience.

[ilovefredjones]

i need to become a morris dancer

[tempest-melody]

Writing Group: Short Story: Dancing

The prompt for this week was write about a plague, a real one, a fictional one, not only COVID. I selected the dancing plague of 1518. The actual cause of this plague is unknown. There are theories that it was caused by a fungus or mass hysteria. I made the cause the Sidhe, the fair folk, fairies. What ever term is preferred. Let me know what you think. Happy writing! Also, if you are curious…

[akki123www]

Rajasthani Folk Dance Group

Welcome to the Rajasthani Folk Dance Group, where we invite you to experience the colorful rajasthani folk dance group and lively traditions of Rajasthan through the art of dance. Our group is dedicated to preserving and promoting the rich cultural heritage of Rajasthan’s folk dances, each telling a unique story of the region’s history, traditions, and celebrations.

Rajasthan, known for its majestic forts, vibrant festivals, and spirited communities, boasts a diverse array of folk dances that reflect the essence of its people. From the graceful twirls of Ghoomar to the energetic movements of Kalbeliya, from the acrobatic feats of Bhavai to the captivating performances of Chari, Rajasthan’s folk dances are a celebration of life, love, and resilience.

[indotech23elevatorcompany]

Rajasthani Folk Music Group

Welcome to the Rajasthani Folk Music Group, where we celebrate the rich and vibrant musical heritage of Rajasthan. Our group is dedicated to preserving, promoting, and showcasing the diverse folk music traditions that have been passed down through generations in this culturally rich region.

Rajasthan, known for its majestic deserts, colorful festivals, and enduring traditions, boasts a treasure trove of folk music styles. From the haunting melodies of the Manganiyars to the soulful tunes of the Langas, from the energetic rhythms of Bhavai to the joyful beats of Ghoomar, Rajasthan’s folk music reflects the diversity and resilience of its people.

Our group comprises talented musicians and vocalists who are deeply rooted in Rajasthan’s folk music traditions. With a passion for storytelling and a reverence for tradition, we bring these ancient melodies to life through our performances, workshops, and educational initiatives.

Whether performing at cultural events, weddings, or festivals, our goal is to share the beauty and magic of Rajasthani folk music with audiences around the world. Through our performances, we strive to transport listeners to the heart of Rajasthan, where every note is a testament to the region’s rich cultural heritage and timeless traditions.

Join us on a musical journey through the sands of Rajasthan, where the echoes of centuries-old melodies mingle with the rhythms of modern life. Experience the enchanting melodies, vibrant rhythms, and soulful storytelling of Rajasthan’s folk music with the Rajasthani Folk Music Group.

[honeyvenommusic]

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[horsemage]

Dinner & a chat with friends truly is a cure for all ills…..the world is full of wonder <3

[ashleighneville]

Thinking of her (joining a folk dance group despite the fact that i am a crip who can barely jump hop or skip let alone for an extended period of time)

[justanobsessedpan]

I'm left-handed and totally blank-minded when it comes to deciding what facts are fun

(I'm so rusty with tagging) @darkkitty1208 @musingsofmyown @ohmrshudsontookmyskull @vodkaisgay28 @dontfuckmylifewtf @startrekker2011

Hey this is to all my mutuals! Ala eighth grade introductions, please share a fun fact about yourselves! No pressure, I just find it interesting!

@cheriboms

@kirks-slutty-red-tights

@spocks-husband

@emperorsfoot

@eternally-intermittent who I was inspired by

@h0l0gramglasses

@kingof-the-crossroads

[queermasculine]

Two dancers from Mexican folk dance group Jalisco es Diverso

[nxtaliaistyping]

hii i recently became obsessed with your writing and links theyre so good😖do you think u could write something about tim drake getting nasty w his s/o like him being really into eating pussy or maybe give a few more link reqs ?? anyways luv uu

Tim Drake being a nasty boy lmao

Authors note: oh darling, flattery will get you EVERYWHERE on this blog. Thank you very much for your sweet comments.

18+ nsfw, fem reader, kinda public play

“Christ Tim!”

You harshly whisper at him, feeling the breath on your ear as his hand wanders down. Nursing your drink, you glance around the packed gala to ensure nobody was looking in your direction, or they’d see your boyfriend attempting to grope your ass over your tight dress.

“C’mon birdie, it’s not my fault.” He mumbles, but withdraws his hand just the same. “I wouldn’t be so desperate if you’d have let me-“

You cut him off with a slight slap of his arm, knowing what he was gonna say before he finished. Tim hated these things, charity gala’s full of stuck up rich folk who cared more about their public image than helping whatever group the gala was pledging to support. But being adopted by practically the richest and most philanthropic man means he has to make appearances, much to his dismay.

You’d had to practically drag him out of bed and into a suit, before you started to get yourself ready. That’s when he started, kissing up and down your neck and collarbones as you were applying your moisturiser. But it quickly escalated to him practically crawling under your vanity and begging you to let him eat your pussy.

Any other day you’d have let him, sinking back into your chair and letting him lap at you like an obedient puppy. But you knew if you let him you’d never get to the gala, and his dad would have had another stern talk with Tim about the responsibility of public life and image, so you pushed him away, ignoring the neglected throb of your clit.

But it didn’t stop him from trying, in the car over when he groped at your thighs. He grinned when you couldn’t hold back your smile, before huffing when you told him you weren’t changing your mind.

So now you were both stood like wallflowers, watching the elite of Gotham schmooze over expensive shrimps and champagne, while you try and ignore your pussy leaking.

“Tim, can’t you just pretend to enjoy yourself?”

He smirks, leaning in and biting your ear playfully. “I know how I’d really enjoy myself”

“Oh yeah? Well I don’t think that your father’s guests would appreciate you fucking me over the buffet table.”

“Babyyyy.” He whines, “you know I don’t mean that. I meant we could go someplace…”

You laugh softly, shaking your head a little at his antics. He hums, his hand holding your waist and pulling you into him. “Birdie I’m serious…I bet I could make you cum so quick we’d hardly be gone.”

“Bit cocky of you, Drake.” You tease, but god you can’t deny you’re tempted. The boredom of such a stuffy party has really set in, and as his fingers dance along your back, you get the sense he’ll achieve his wants regardless.

“I’ve got the skills, what can I say?” He laughs softly, before squeezing your ass a little. “C’mon…please?”

You sigh, thighs pressed together before relenting. Giving him a playful glare, you whisper to him. “Alright. You have five minutes.”

That’s how you find yourself with your back pressed against the wall of an empty corridor, and Tim sinking to his knees. He rolls the tight fabric of your dress up, exposing your wet panties.

“And you say I’m the desperate one.” Tim taunts at you, before you playfully roll your eyes.

Undeterred, he gently places a few kisses on your inner thighs, dragging his tongue up and causing you to shiver a little. He gently nibbles, before you whimper gently.

“Tim…thought you were on a time limit.”

“Can’t I appreciate my girl? Especially when I’m about to do my favorite activity?”

Despite the tough face you’re attempting to put on, you can’t deny the teasing lilt of his words makes you blush. But alas he pulls down your panties, eyeing up your dripping cunt with a facial expression that screams desire.

He leans in and sniffs, causing your blush to deepen at how truly desperate he looks down there, before he sticks out his tongue and licks a broad stripe along your folds. You whimper softly, as he repeats the motion a few times, before he really gets stuck in.

The sounds are obscene, as he delves in like an explorer, nose brushing against your clit as he practically makes out with your hole. Hyper aware that you’re both still semi in public, you clasp a hand over your mouth to stifle any more noises. You don’t want to get busted because one drunk social climber decides to leave the gala early and explore, only to find Bruce Wayne’s son with his tongue up his girlfriend.

Your hips gently rock into his face as he continues to slurp and suck every part of your pussy. Shaking his head, he ensures no inch is spared from his appendage. He plunges his tongue into your hole before licking up and flicking against your clit quickly just to watch you shiver.

When he pulls away for breath, the lower half of his face shines with a mixture of spit and your juices, but he doesn’t stop for long before diving right back in.

“I love how you taste.” He says against you, sucking your clit into his mouth.

You try and thank him, but you don’t trust yourself to not moan loud enough for someone to hear, so you keep quiet. A hand tangles its way into his hair, and you tug gently to manoeuvre him into the right area.

He can tell you’re getting closer, reading your body language well, so he doubles down on your clit. Moaning into you, his nose is practically completely covered with your pubic hair due to how much he’s pushing his face into you, not wanting to breathe anything that isn’t your smell.

With a choked warning, you cum in his mouth, small gasps and moans escaping you as your fist locks in his hair. Your chest heaves with shaky breaths as you come down, but Tim doesn’t stop. He licks at your folds, your inner thighs, attempting to drink up every last bit of cum that he can.

“t-tim…” you moan out, knowing you both have been gone for too long.

“I know I know.” He mumbles, not being able to resist a few more laps at your hole before reluctantly pulling away. “I could have given you another one birdie.”

You laugh softly. “I know babe.”

Just then, you hear someone walking down the corridor, and you quickly yank your panties up while Tim stands and pulls your dress back down. Just in time for Jason to come round the corner.

“Tim, been lookin’ for you everywhere. Bruce is gonna make his speech, wants a picture with everyone afterwards, get your ass back inside.” He says, eyeing you both.

“We’ll be right there.” You reply, attempting to smile normally, to which Jason hums.

The older brother turns to leave, but not before looking over his shoulder. ‘And Tim dear? Wipe your face before you get in.”