fandomsandfeminism:

One of my favorite things about Wonder Woman, truly, is that she isn’t some isolated solo bad ass. 
There is no brooding, Bat Man like “loner” streak in her. She has no Supermany “Fortress of Solitude.” No, while Diana may sometimes be separated from her fellow Amazons, she never shuns them in self inflicted monkery. 
Rather, spectacularly, Diana revels in her sisterhoods. Whether with her fellow Amazons, or with other heroes, or with her human friends, like Candy. Wonder Woman’s enduring sense of Camaraderie, of fellowship, of solidarity and sisterhood is truly noble, and it’s one of  my favorite things about her.
She’s not concerned with being better than other women. She is not jealous of other women’s successes and strengths. She has no deep broody desire to prove herself worthy. She is filled to the brim with self confidence and  EAGER to embrace other women as her sisters. 
Self Confidant, dedicated to justice, and embracing sisterhood with all other women: All feminists should aspire to be as wondrous as Wonder Woman. 

fandomsandfeminism:

One of my favorite things about Wonder Woman, truly, is that she isn’t some isolated solo bad ass. 

There is no brooding, Bat Man like “loner” streak in her. She has no Supermany “Fortress of Solitude.” No, while Diana may sometimes be separated from her fellow Amazons, she never shuns them in self inflicted monkery. 

Rather, spectacularly, Diana revels in her sisterhoods. Whether with her fellow Amazons, or with other heroes, or with her human friends, like Candy. Wonder Woman’s enduring sense of Camaraderie, of fellowship, of solidarity and sisterhood is truly noble, and it’s one of  my favorite things about her.

She’s not concerned with being better than other women. She is not jealous of other women’s successes and strengths. She has no deep broody desire to prove herself worthy. She is filled to the brim with self confidence and  EAGER to embrace other women as her sisters. 

Self Confidant, dedicated to justice, and embracing sisterhood with all other women: All feminists should aspire to be as wondrous as Wonder Woman. 

The press is a gang of cruel faggots. Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits—a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.
— Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream (via suicidalswan)
Reblogged from A Useless Existence

tardiscrash:

Let’s be real, in a time before the internet people didn’t have more adventures and make more meaningful connections. They watched TV and listened to CDs. Before that they listened to records and read magazines. Before that they listened to the radio and read bad dime novels. Before that they embroidered or some shit.

People have been staying inside and ignoring other people for as long as there have been buildings. 

Then, there’s the people that inspire these CDs, records, tv shows, movies, books. The people that live the songs and have pages written about them. The people who are given thanks in the author notes and at the end of the credits.

These stories are not thought up out of nowhere, but drawn from existing persons. Drawn from events we find mundane. These adventures are real, and are out there to be had.

The Dr. Whos, Gandalfs, Harry Potters, gollums, and such. The wastelands, huge castles, hedge mazes, urban jungles… The variety of life. They’re right in front of your eyes, the minute you step outside!

Reblogged from Messed up musings

bourgeoisentimentality:

wait is it thursday? sorry I’m unemployed and the days of the week have lost all meaning

Employed and on a random assed schedule… I think I lost the concept of time.

Reblogged from A Useless Existence

pwincessbwuwacwup:

he’s coming

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He’s coming

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HE’S COMING

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Reblogged from Don't Panic

darkchocolateandtea:

Me as a villian

Reblogged from Don't Panic
omniscient-being:

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME

omniscient-being:

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME

Reblogged from COOL AND BORED.

portablemiah:

i would describe my art style as post-kindergarten scribblecore

Reblogged from no. 540
Reblogged from A Useless Existence