How The Face Changes With Shifting A Light Source
is Wonder Woman.
Imagine you’re raised in this utopian, women only warrior society (this part isn’t fucked up) and you’re taught all about how outside of your society which is magically shielded by super-science/magic
there lies “man’s world.”
Man’s world is just horrible and fucked and violent place you hear stories about and the people who inhabit it and you reach a point growing up where you probably think “okay mom, it’s probably not that bad. Shit I bet men don’t even really exist you’re just fucking with me.”
And then a fucking man shows up on your island. He’s not at all like the ones that you’ve heard about. He’s not some violent monster who wants to ruin everything he touches. He’s a good dude. You decide you want to go see man’s world, you fight for the right to become your peoples champion and ambassador. It’s your job to share with man’s world the wonders of Amazonian society.
You get to man’s world and it’s fucking astounding. There are crazy tall buildings and cars and ice cream and all these different cultures and music and it’s just fucking mind blowing.
And there are lots of men. They’re walking down the street side by side with women. They aren’t murdering them, they aren’t reducing things to cinders. Obviously all the stories your mother told you were horse shit.
But then you start to pull back the curtain. You hear and see men disrespect women on the street. You go to the mall and wonder why all the mannequins are the same size if all the women clearly aren’t. You see all these magazines telling women what’s wrong with them, what they have to do to please men. That’s when you start wondering what’s up with this world.
You find out women are paid less then men, that no woman has ever been the leader of the United States, you see crime statistics, and you find out that this Steve Trevor, who you really thought was a good person, is an agent of a government that has declared the assaults on female soldiers “occupational hazards.”
Then you realize it’s not just the United States, it’s all over “man’s world.”
It hits you that this place is even worse than all the stories you heard.
And the worst part about it is: the gods that you’ve been raised to worship and fear, the gods that you know fucking exist, don’t want to do shit about it.
Imagine what that would do to you?
I wanna read about that Wonder Woman, the Year One Wonder Woman who’s like jesus in the temple flipping shit over. I wanna read about the Wonder Woman who’s so appalled by the conditions of man’s world she marches into the UN and tells everyone off. The Wonder Woman who meets a crying girl on a street corner, finds out that her boyfriend just laid hands on her and then goes and cuts off his hands.
Writers too often fall back on all that mythology shit as if Medusa and hydras and gorgons are the worst monsters that Diana can fight.
The monsters Wonder Woman should be fighting are the ones her mother told her about as a kid
“So like, which guy proposes if it’s two guys? Which one’s the girl?”
“Do they both get rings, or does the girl one get a necklace or something?”
I dunno, I was under the impression that they were both people and did whatever the hell they felt like.
The shit I overhear in the writing center, jesus CHRIST.
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
Did I really just come across an article trying to say that Oedipus wasn’t the person who murdered his father, and that Tiresias was the one who lied about it in order to oust him from the throne.
Did I really.
blue beetle for chande
Oh wow. This is gorgeous~!
Jesus Len-Yan has a lovely style aaaah look at that lighting and details wow
Jaime my sweet baby get on my blag
Billie Piper’s song from the ‘Pokemon: The First Movie’ Soundtrack
Billie Piper sings this. Billie Piper sang a song on the soundtrack of the first Pokemon movie.
OH MY GOODNESS YOU GUYS. MY CHILDHOOD KEEPS HAVING CONNECTIONS TO DOCTOR WHO. I am okay with this.
A tiger mother lost her cubs from premature labour. Shortly after she became depressed and her health declined, and she was diagnosed with depression. So they wrapped up piglets in tiger cloth, and gave them to the tiger. The tiger now loves these pigs and treats them like her babies.
I will always reblog this. Makes me so happy inside.
OH MY ADORABLE
asdfghkjlk; so many feels for this
Guys, this isn’t real. I hate it when this gets circulated. This is from the Sriracha Tiger Zoo in Thailand, where the animals are forced into this behavior. They forcibly remove litters of tiger cubs from their mothers and place them with mother pigs, and vice versa. That is what you are seeing—not some adorable incidence of fostering.
They are illegally bred (and inbred to the point of inviability), they are forced to perform as if in a circus, they are inadequately housed and fed. Tigers regularly go mysteriously missing from the exhibits, only for the zoo to later inform tourists that they “contracted a disease” (and in fact theyareregularly ill, but the point here is the illegal trading and breeding). It is suspected that they are part of an illicit trade in tiger meat and bones for consumption and processing into aphrodisiacs in China. The tigers are regularly beaten by unqualified “trainers” to keep them in line or to prompt specific behaviors.
There is nothing resembling enrichment or quality of life for these creatures. They live in horrific circumstances, cowed into submission and crowded into unnatural enclosures, only to meet their end on someone’s plate or in their pills. Tigresses are bred incessantly for the entirety of their sexual maturity, and babies are removed from their mothers either as an exhibit, suckling from a pig, or to be made available for tourists to hold, feed, and take pictures with. All day.
But it’s not limited to tigers and pigs. Orangutans, elephants, and crocodiles (to my knowledge) are subjected to the same uneducated handling and utter lack of proper resources. The same zoo allows visitors to crack open crocodile eggs prematurely, claiming it helps them but inevitably killing hundreds, perhaps thousands of baby crocodiles for the benefit of tourists. Grown crocodiles perform in shows where performers put their heads in the crocs’ mouths. Presumably they are trained the same way as the tigers—cruel punishment if they fail to perform.
In short, this is not cute. This is disgusting.
Please, please reblog this.
Also, I keep seeing in the tags and posts how people want to “rape” the characters, in addition to hugs and kisses.
Stay classy, Kingdom Hearts fandom.
You SHOULD know this, because it is INCREDIBLY important and something that wasn’t acknowledged until very, VERY recently.
(I did a history project on this in Y9. We got to do something from the 20th century; everyone else did, like, Marilyn Monroe, and I read a translation of Moi, Pierre Seel, déporté homosexuel and then did my project on that. Cheerful, no, but important to know about, yes.)
In 1950, East Germany abolished Nazi amendments to Paragraph 175, whereas West Germany kept them and even had them confirmed by its Constitutional Court.
Well, that’s horrifying.
Oh my god
Homosexual concentration camp prisoners were not acknowledged as victims of Nazi persecution. Reparations and state pensions available to other groups were refused to gay men, who were still classified as criminals — the Nazi anti-gay law was not repealed until 1994, although both East and West Germany liberalized their criminallaws against adult homosexuality in the late 1960s.
“Gay Holocaust” survivors could be re-imprisoned for “repeat offences”, and were kept on the modern lists of “sex offenders”. Under the Allied Military Government of Germany, some homosexuals were forced to serve out their terms of imprisonment, regardless of the time spent in concentration camps. (X)
Also worth mentioning that homosexuals are still largely unacknowledged as victims of the Holocaust even within circles where they should know better. For example, in the Holocaust Museum in DC and Yad Vashem in Jerusalem, gay deaths are acknowledged only in passing and there is not a single picture of a “man of the pink triangle” - only of an empty ballroom that had once held a gay dance club. When Yad Vashem was completely redone in 2005, gay groups pressed for inclusion alongside other non-Jewish groups such as the disabled, Roma, etc., and numerous senior-level officials and the Rabbinate condemned such requests for inclusion, with some going so far as to suggest that the homosexuals were German criminals and therefore did not belong in the same category as the Jews who had done nothing wrong. When the memorial to gays in the Holocaust was unveiled in Berlin four years ago, senior members of Yad Vashem condemned it and, in particular, its proximity to the memorial for Jewish victims of the Shoah.
this planet shouldn’t be allowed to exist any longer
This is important. Of all the WWII history I learned in school, this was never once mentioned.
Oh my GOD.
Wow. There is seriously a fanart vs. original art fight going on on my dash?
This is not what I need right now. I am in a nasty fucking mood and people arguing about stupid shit is just making it worse.
Guess what? Fanart still has the word “art” in it, which means it is art. Someone drew those lines. Someone decided on that pose. Someone decided on the colors, or on no colors, and on what expression and what scenario and everything. And guess what? The fact that a human being did that makes it art and makes it every bit as good as any other type of art. It doesn’t become easier just because it’s fanart.
What do you think original art is? You decide on a pose, an expression, coloring, a scenario, etc. The only difference- the only difference- is that in one someone is representing how they see someone else’s character, and in the other someone is representing how they see their own character. Not much of a difference, is it?
Jegus christ. Can we stop shaming people for drawing what they like and just enjoy it already? You’re trying to tell me that someone drawing Cap grinning at Steve is in any way inferior to someone drawing their original character smiling at someone else? The only difference there is context.
Oh, and news flash: considering the fact that the characters were created by someone else a long time ago, every comic book published today using character that were created many years ago are, unless they are drawn/written by the original writers/artists, can be considered “official” fanart.
Think about that and calm your tits.
Some idiot has totally ruined the movie. No cut. No spoiler tag. No fucking nothing!
thank you very much for the info, I won’t touch it.
SIGNAL BOOSTING FOR OTHER AVENGERS FANS WHO WISH NOT TO BE SPOILED.