My brother saved this document and everytime he gets angry at our neighbours for being loud he prints it to their wireless printer and you can hear the wife shout “Why the fuck would you print this AGAIN?!” to her son.
the video of the presentation of this paper is priceless.
Look at this brave little shit. Look at him. His damn eyelashes are silhouetted in the damn window. Are you gonna tell me all the 1943 ladies were totally blind and immune to the eyelashes of an angel? Well? Also who wouldn’t want to lick those shoulderblades WHOOPS OK MOVING ON
OK, now we are subjected to this GORGEOUS little mofo face on. It’s too much. Really, 1940s ladies, really? Ugh. How can you even look those eyelashes in the face. Or those cheekbones. Or his everything. And then decide that you, 1940s lady, are UNMOVED??
OH STEVE BBY. And NONE of you 1940s ladies wanted to cuddle him through a bout of something? None of you?
Ugh look at him. Eyes like soulful fucking pools of azure spring water, that’s what you are busy not appreciating, 1940s ladies.
It’s a good thing somebody does.
Look at those damn cheekbones. And all the people who don’t care. Amazing.
Excuse you ladies, did you not see there is a literal angel with the loyal, loving, and vicious soul of a Jack Russell Terrier RIGHT THERE BEHIND YOU?
WHO IS NOT ONLY BUSY BEING BEAUTIFUL BUT IS ALSO VERY CONCERNED ABOUT YOUR CURRENT COMFORT???? Poor darling could really use those precious calories and look at him offering them to you.
BITCH U DID NOT
AW HELL NAW
Harsh, woman, harsh.
SHAME ON YOU.
Oh good, someone is wondering if Steven G. Rogers is having a good time.
Oh nothing, just glancing soulfully over my shoulder with my expressive brows and my perfect nose and my kissable mouth
Where is he, where is my boo best friend ever
WHICH NOW BRINGS ME TO
Peggy Fucking Carter, everyone, the only woman in 1943 with any decent taste in men, apparently.
HAIL YOUR QUEEN
That is the face of a woman who knows exactly what she wants. That is a face that says, “I have seen him, and he is mine. I am gonna eat that beautiful boy alive, and he’s gonna love it.”
so a lot of fantasy settings do the thing where there’s one or two or maybe three human societies, all based on European cultures unless they’re bad guys, and then the non-human cultures are all based on non-European cultures, like orcs will be loosely based on Mongols and there’ll be an animal race with superficial Native American trappings. And for many reasons this can get really annoying.
But what if we turn it around? There’s an awful lot to explore if we stick a different angle on it. I want to see a thing where the human kingdoms are based on, say, imperial Mali around the time of Mansa Musa and the Mughal empire, and then maybe the orcs are based on pre-Roman Gaul, and the marauding beastfolk raiders look like Polish winged hussars, and your secretive-and-xenophobic but wise-and-spiritual elves or whatever are based on all the most alien and unfamiliar bits of medieval Catholicism.
can you even fucking imagine how insufferable a bunch of catholic elves would be
The story of Cassandra, the woman who told the truth but was not believed, is not nearly as embedded in our culture as that of the Boy Who Cried Wolf—that is, the boy who was believed the first few times he told the same lie. Perhaps it should be.
In her cover essay on silencing women in the October 2014 issue of Harper’s, Rebecca Solnit once again proves that she is one of our era’s greatest essayist – further evidence here and here. (via asteropes)
Ravelry has a difficulty level system that’s 1-10. Yesterday’s patterns were all level twos. Today’s are all level threes. A little bit more challenging, but still definitely on the easy side.
take a look at the posts and themes lensflares and phaser beams with captain kirk and ship thrusters on full
it’s beginning to look at lot like STAR TREK gorns and gods galore and the loveliest thing to hear is the warp drive humming near as our ships all soar
Kimchi and Justice 