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If you’re wondering whether or not it’s racist and awful to have Johnny Depp play Tonto in the new Lone Ranger movie, it is. It’s racist, culturally appropriative, and awful (particularly Depp speaking in broken English).
Actors act. He’s not a Native American? So what! He ain’t a fucking pirate or a chocolate factory owner either.
Quit your fucking whining.
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It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.
It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.
It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.
It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…
its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…
it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.
It’s not a scene, it’s a god damn arms race
It’s not “levioSA”, it’s “leviOsa”
Maybe it’s Maybelline
I can’t believe it’s not butter.
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Girls toys are all pink.
Nothing in the real world is fucking pink. Not ovens. Not buildings. NOTHING. I have gone entire days of my life without seeing the color pink.
But girls toys are a disgusting menagerie of pink, pink, pink. Which is, quite frankly, an ugly fucking color to my eyes.
Fuck blue for boys too. The genders don’t need team colors.
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Bill O’reilly said last night during one of his ridiculous “War on Christmas” segments that Christianity is not a religion, but a philosophy.
That’s interesting.
So, when Christians claim that a talking snake seduced the world’s first women into eating forbidden fruit containing the knowledge of good and evil so that she and her husband would be cast out of a magical paradise by an all-powerful wizard who created the universe in seven days—that’s not a religious belief. That’s a philosophical belief.
Here’s the problem: philosophies aren’t really allowed to posit specific supernatural events that corroborate with nothing outside of the philosophies themselves. If philosophies could do that, then they wouldn’t be philosophies. They would be … uh, what’s the word? Religions! That’s the word!
The word “stupid” would have also been acceptable.
Of course Christianity is a religion. Only religion demands that you accept premises that roundly contradict everything you’ve ever observed about the nature of reality. We are no longer a race of dimwits lost in the desert, searching for answers. We’ve actually found some answers.
We don’t know everything. Much remains a mystery. But we know that complex organisms evolved gradually from simpler ones over the course of billions of years—they weren’t all put here on Earth at the same time in one spontaneous act of divine creation. We know that earthquakes are caused by the earth’s tectonic plates, not God’s wrath. We know that rain is caused by evaporation and condensation, not God opening the firmament between the heavens and the earth. In fact, we know that there is no such firmament.
Philosophies, even the wild ones, are grounded in observable reality. What in observable reality would require humans to attend church regularly? Why would Christianity require the worship of a long dead hippie carpenter and his stern patriarchal father? Why would it demand that we slay witches, gays and sabbath-breakers? Why would it tell us that modern biology is simply mistaken about evolution? Why would it tell us that the entire world was once flooded, but that every species of animal was spared because a drunk built a boat big enough to fit them all? And how did plants survive this flood? Did Noah’s ark also come equipped with a greenhouse full of every species of plant life?
Religion is a set of beliefs about the world that must be taken on faith. Once you’ve accepted the propositions of a religion, you can then form a philosophy based on them. But said philosophy doesn’t make sense even to it’s followers unless they’ve already accepted the religion that forms the basis of it. In other words, the philosophy of Christianity doesn’t make sense removed from the religion of Christianity.
Christianity has spent it’s dominion of the earth giving religion a bad name, so now Christians are running away from the word religion. Bill O’reilly is not alone (don’t forget about the ultra-popular YouTube video, “Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus || Spoken Word”) Christianity attempting to rebrand itself as strictly a philosophy would be akin to the mafia saying that they don’t want to be called organized crime but would instead prefer to be called community organizers.
In the immortal words of George Carlin, “It’s all bullshit, folks. And it’s bad for ya.”
They are the people who live at night. They are quiet, so as not to disturb the waking. Some night people are loud, but they are the outcasts of the night people. The quiet night people disagree with the loud night people on a profound philosophical level. Do not mistake the two.
Night people...
I am a night person and I support this message.
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Okay, so I fell down a tumblr hole this morning, which I think went Exquisite Beast to Yuko Ota to something to Ross Campbell, but I could have sworn had more stops along the way. Anyway. Ross Campbell has some rad drawings of a TMNT fan-comic, which I loved. And was all “Who’s the yellow dude?”, only to keep reading and have that question answered. It’s a lady, Artemisia, and I friggin’ love her already.
Not only is she named for a true badass, Artemisia Gentileschi, but she’s named for a dang ARTIST. I know little about the old Venus de Milo character, but I’ve always been annoyed that she was named for a creation and not a creator, like the other four turtles. (And a lesser nitpick, her color was derivative.) Since my art history classes I’ve had a little bit of a girl-power crush on Artemisia, and really feel like she gels with the rest of the turtles, thematically. This whole thing? It feels so, so right.
She uses a bow and arrow, and all the weapons are made of stuff they’ve scrounged. Campbell described her as shy, and preferring to be at a distance. You guys, just go look at his stuff. I am so into this comic premise.
Relatedly, I watched the first episode of that new Nickelodeon TMNT last night. I am…not sure how I feel about it. “The Krang” annoy the shit out of me. Hm. I may try another episode or two, and keep processing.
As far as my picture, I am trying out a different shading method than before, and I really like it. Also, my strategy now seems to be “draw big, then shrink it down so no one notices the mess”. It’s kinda working.
this. is. incredible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you so much for drawing Artemisia, she looks amazing in your rendition. just perfect. your work is great. and of course, also thank you for all your interest in my silly TMNT fan-comic!! <3
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I miss MU. I miss it so damn much. No one else can understand just how much I miss that game, because they weren't there. It was a mess. It was non-stop. It was amazing. I've reached a point in my life where I, again, feel as if I'm alone. There are many different reasons for this and none of them make any damn sense. I'll be turning 30 in about a month and I will be going through some extremely life-changing events within the next year. The man I've been dating for a year proposed to me on October 19th. I, of course, blubbered like a giant baby when he did it. I'm both very excited and very frightened by this whole thing. We had made plans to move in together in the spring and he wanted to make our engagement official before we did. I think it pleased my mother very much considering the man I had dated during my teens was a useless jackass. Lee is different. He is amazing and I do believe I love him with all my heart even when he annoys the shit out of me. I think the one thing that makes me feel useless is that I've tossed my writing to the side. In my life, the one thing that has always made me feel good about myself has been my writing—particularly my role-playing. It has always made me feel as if I have something to share and be loved for. Now that I'm loved for being myself, I don't feel as if I really know who I am. I feel as if I've lost something. I feel empty and alone even though I'm not alone. I can't understand why I'm depressed. I mean, I understand a few things about it. I am disgusted with the way I look and my weight. I hate seeing myself in mirrors, other than my face, and avoid them at all costs. I eat and obsess over food non-stop. My self-loathing has gotten to the point that I occasionally break down in tears when I feel at my lowest. I'm listless and give up easily. I have no reason to feel this way. My life has never been as wonderful and full of love as it is right now. My anxiety has also been on the rise. Little things that never made me tick before have been making me tick now. I've been impatient with things and irritable with people when I'm trying to do something. I've even noticed that I've been quieter lately. I don't feel like adding to conversations sometimes. I don't know what to make of it. I don't know what would be causing me to feel like this. I have trouble with my hormones making me depressed and moody, but this just feels worse. I'm afraid of what the future holds for me and I think that's a big part of it. I'm afraid of the changes ahead of me and I'm unsure if the choices I'm making are right. I'm tired of things changing so quickly. I want things to stay the same and safe longer. It bothers me that I can't find balance in my life when I should feel the most safe and secure. I really just don't know what to do.
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I'm legitimately curious
If you want Romney as our 2012 president, could you please tell me why?
Other than:
He’s better than Obama.
I don’t like Obama
Obama reasons, etc.
…
What do you like about his political stance? His issues?
You’re not really going to vote for these people are you?
Words cannot explain the gut busting laughter this photoset has provided me.