I think we need to invent a game called ‘shatner’
Someone yells ‘SHATNER’ at you and then you have to overact whatever you were doing
i am in
me and my friends were playing this the other day and i swear i have never eaten pasta so dramatically in my life
Seriously, it surprises me that people still don’t get that “whitewashing” doesn’t just mean “taking a character of color and turning them white,” but also applies to “focusing disproportionately on the stories of white people,” “glossing over or altering parts…
Michael Lee on animating Frozen
So that’s their (blatantly misogynistic) excuse for scrapping all but two of the female characters; that they’re too hard to animate? Those emotional female characters, they’re all the same, right? Here’s a hint: their “femaleness” isn’t what’s making them indistinguishable.
WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK? YOU FUCKED UP. YOU FUCKED UP. YOU FUCKED UP. YOU FUCKED UP. YOU FUCKED UP. YOU FUCKED UP. YOU FUCKED UP.
Wouldn’t it be awesome if we could get a whole bunch of fanworks about ace characters in that week?
And I don’t mean the fics about ace characters that I usually find, which involves the ace character having sex with their sexual partner because they love them just that much….
Just a few quick snaps today. I commissioned this fabulous outfit from Peppermint Circus on Etsy and it’s so awesome my photos just don’t’ do it justice. There aren’t many seamstresses out there making things for Chicline so if you have one definitely…
Aww, thanks so much for saying such lovely things about my work! So glad you like the outfit! :D You take such beautiful photos of your dolls, she looks so lovely!
On the last day, when Aslan drew her and Peter aside, she did not cry. Her throat closed up and her heart clanged so loudly in her ears that she missed half of what he said.
Too old to return to Narnia?
You shoved me back into this wretched unformed child’s body, lion-god, and made me a thousand years a widow, and now I am too old?
If Susan had been standing next to the White Witch, before the Stone Table, looking down at Aslan bound and muzzled, she would have asked to wield the knife.
Peter was keeping his chin up and saying all the right things. Susan sank her teeth into her lower lip and thought that she would have given everything she had not to come back to Narnia this time.
Aslan looked at her as he spoke. He knew what she was thinking, of course. He always did.
Susan didn’t care. If he was going to go around refusing to be a tame lion, he could hardly fault her for refusing to be a tame woman.
Lucy was coming up, with Edmund beside her. She gritted her teeth, and swallowed her rage. It would not do Lucy a great deal of good to see her god gut her sister with one of his gigantic paws. And she’d be damned if she cried in front of him. She had cried for him once already, cried and worked her fingers bloody prying a muzzle from his dead jaws, and this was how that vigil was repaid.
She would be glad to never see Narnia again. The languid erasing of her memories could not come quickly enough. There was nothing left for her here.
I think I will always reblog this.(via othercat2)
Ah, Bisexuality Day, when Freddie Mercury visits all the bisexuals who’ve been good the past year and gives them presents
David Bowie comes down the chimney to read us stories about glam rock, it’s such a magical time of year.
Astronomical Clock 1540, Munster, Westfalen, Paulusdom Photographer: Groenling