These are almost all the costumes I’ll be wearing to dragon*con! hope to see you all there!
Hmmm. The jacket. Or if you find a red leather vest that can work too, you definitely need the guns and the right belt which aren’t too much, if you do the jacket you need the patch on the side which is the symbol he wears in the comics, also dark brown boots. I don’t have those so I’m just using the ones I have. If you can get the mask and rockets those are also great. If not just try to find a Walkman and some old headphones like I did!
*SHOUTING TO THE HEAVENS*
I A M F U C K I N G S C R E A M I N G
to all the young babies who follow me:
hello you precious angels listen to your wise old fandom grandma and don’t ask celebrities about your otp or fanfiction or fandom in general trust me babies when you are a few years older you will not regret heeding my words and will thank me for averting that massive amount of embarrassment
Tuesday afternoon, Ferguson protesters march in downtown St. Louis, from City Hall to the US Courthouse.
This was so beautiful that I had to put it up on my wall and examine it as if it were an exquisite piece of art.
"Manpain" by Anonymous
Above we have a quintessential example of early 21st Century prose by an aggrieved man. The author of this piece is unknown, but we can surmise by his inability to properly say “shit” to a woman and his assurance that he likes “admirable” female characters that he is most likely a “Nice Guy.”
The anonymous author employs deliberate obtuseness in order to provoke a reaction from his audience. Notice how he pretends no British individual supports the idea of a woman portraying the Doctor, despite clear evidence to the contrary, even amongst actors who have portrayed the titular character on the show. Then there is the stunning self-centeredness regarding his perception of third wave feminism; he is only interested in equality it grants him the “right” to hit the women whose arguments make him so incoherently angry that he is unable to rationally reply.
His final challenge attempts to trap the reader. Do we respond and grant him the audience and validation he so desperately seeks, or do we ignore him and let him believe he has won? But perhaps we have a third option: to turn the focus back on him and examine how his comments display his deep insecurity in his own sense of masculinity, something he feels can only be reclaimed by challenging a girl on the internet to a fight and preemptively declaring victory because he fears he cannot engage with her on an intellectual level.
a work of goddamn art oh my god
is anyONE ELSE JUST SO EXCITED FOR PUMPKINS AND HOT CHOCOLATE AND HaLLOwEEEEN AND SPOOKY MOVIES AND FAIRS AND KNEE SOCKS AND PUMPKIN LATTES AND BIG BLANKETS AND COZY CUDDLY SWEATERS AND PRETTY LEAVES AND i just started crYING
I love that point in a friendship when you get what the other person’s style is - their “thing.” You see a knit jersey tie and think of them immediately; a type of weather, a bad movie, a woman’s outfit. You know, with absolute certainty, that your friend would enjoy this thing with you more than anyone else in the world. You feel closer in that moment of recognition, even if they’re not there.
*comes to meet you at Starbucks 15 minutes late with Starbucks from another location*
I AM SO WHITE WOW
with farmer’s tan arms, hella yeah
In other news, Kida is finished and I tried on her contacts. They do not show up well in this photo but they are disconcertingly turquoise.
if only?? notre dame was real?????
Idris Elba for Details, Septembar 2014 Issue by Mark Seliger
Bioshock Infinite (2013)