"How about some light, brother?"
"What would you do without me?"
"Bring a torch…"
Things I am sick of: Hearing how fucking skinny Gal Godot is, and how can she possibly play Wonder Woman. You just…you fucking…just stop. When a man is cast in a superhero movie, you compare and complain their previous roles. Chris Evans as Johnny Storm, Ben Affleck as Daredevil. When a woman is cast, you bitch about her looks. I’m sorry she doesn’t look like a mythological fucking warrior, but you’re being straight up fucking sexist, and I am so fucking sick of it. We’re not even going to mention the guy that just came in and called her a ‘skinny latino’.
Things I will never get sick of: My boss being just as sick of it as me, and straight up calling people on their sexist shit. I’ve had a lot of my actual good friends mention it, and I relish reasonable discourse over the matter. It’s just the constant fucking ‘THIS SKINNY BITCH’ that is wearing on my last nerve…
Phil Noto ~ Superhero Candids
My favorite is Sue staring at Johnny in the UN Lobby.
This series of pictures is among my all-time favorites.
iconic video of my childhood
I still regularly quote this.
I can’t reblog this without providing a link in case anyone doesn’t know what this is. Because everyone should know what this is, I feel.
still say “HOKAY” and “well have a nap ZEN FIRE ZE MISSILES” it is 2013
step 1: cut the sleeve off an old grey Henley. sew onto old black Henley.
step 2: sparkly red star iron-on, GO!
step 3: pair with greasy black eyeliner and scowl.
step 4: ask everyone you encounter who the hell Bucky is.
GENIUS. Stealth cosplay is the best.
When you are suffering artSlump and your WIP/abandoned folder is out to heeeeeeeeere you must kneecap your responsibilities and spend the weekend imagining Budapest.
This is my new favorite thing
Reminder that while the concept of virginity is technically a social construct, your sexual debut is still allowed to be special to you, and you are still allowed to wait and want to make it meaningful, and your self-perception is still allowed to change after you have sex. Just as long as you’re doing these things for yourself, and not because someone told you that you should.
You do you.
"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
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