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“Missed you..”

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CATRA’S TAIL WAGGING

dailyautumn

Monte Fitz Roy in sunset by Jirawat Plekhongthu

lena-luthor

This is Dreamer.

cute-overload

blobratcentral

weird eggs that i found today.

ratshavefeelingstoo

STAY CLOSE. My sweet #Miwa was always such a social and affectionate #rattie ! My mom was deathly afraid of #rats , but Miwa always had a special way of opening people’s hearts and getting in there. Within an hour of charming my mother, Miwa slowly nuzzled up next to my mom and fell asleep….and my mom let her! In fact, they fell asleep together! How #adorable are these two! 💜 Miwa was always the best snuggle buddy. Happy Sunday everyone! Now go and snuggle your #rat ! https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvruzk4ANcq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15zao3kgl0rc2

japaneseaesthetics

Rats Japan. Meiji period. 5 ½" - 14cm A superb carving in boxwood of a mischief of rats, clambering upon one another whilst feeding on grasses, their eyes inlaid with buffalo horn. Signed: Yoshi Toku

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Just learned a group of rats or mice is called a mischief. Thank you.

feeshies

a short comic about circle mages

your roommate is quentin’s daughter, aminah. it could have been a lot worse

prinnay

Hiss

breathtakingqueens

“I’ve always liked fairy tale and spectacle. I wouldn’t say I was a fantasy fan, but anything beyond reality I’ve always found exciting - the work of David Lynch, the work of Tim Burton. But for me, I also love those things that are absolutely about human relationships.” - Gwendoline Christie photographed by Philip Sinden for Harper’s Bazaar (July 2017)

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Spotted in Brighton

victoriansword

More on La Jaguarina from the Martinez Academy of Arms Facebook page…

A Very Amusing Anecdote About Jaguarina

After the show at the Lyceum was over Monday night May Howard and La Jaguarina, were about the last to leave the theater, and as they went out they were followed by a young man. Now Rina, as the fencer is generally known by her friends, is a deceptive bundle of femininity. When she gets in her street clothes, with a natty cossack Jacket buttoned close under her chin, she does not look very different from any other neatly put-up woman that you might meet in a day’s shopping. But she has all the lightning quickness of her feline namesake, with a very fair portion of Sandow’s muscle. Still, the young fellow was not expected to know this.

The two women had gone a couple of blocks up the avenue toward their hotel when the attentions of the chappie became marked enough to warrant recognition. Then with merry malice he was led into an ambush. The two residents of stage-land had reached the corner of 13th street and cut across through the little reservation in front of the National Theater. They had no sooner gotten well into the shadows of the bushes than the fellow stepped up and touched the swordswoman on the arm. If he had laid violent hands on an electric eel he could not have been more astonished. It was just what his quarry had been waiting for, and in telegraph time she had him by the collar and was shaking him with all the enthusiasm of a terrier over a newly captured cat. His hat went one way and his cane went the other, and his teeth played a castanet obligato to the solo of good advice that was rapidly breathed into his vibrating ears.

First he whimpered, and then he howled for help, and finally wriggling out of his light spring overcoat he incontinently fled leaving the garment in the hands of the victors. “Did I keep the overcoat?” repeated Jaguarina, when the inquiry was made of her. “No, I did think of adding it to my collection of relics, you know, but the fact was it smelt of cigarettes and moth balls, so I hung it on the shrubbery to air and left it.

“Oh, no. I didn’t hit the little fellow. I was tempted for a minute to try a half hook on him. I know a little about boxing myself, but on second thoughts I didn’t want to be prosecuted for manslaughter, so I took it out in shaking him and then let him go. Even the sternest justice, you know, should be tempered with mercy.”

And she laughed.

vagabond-art

unpopular opinion: harley quinn is better with clothes

made w @chokit-pyrus on paintshop pro 9 and paintshop pro X8

merlin-arsonist

Also unpopular opinion: she looks more badass that way.

mistfather

Further unpopular opinion: it just makes sense for her to wear more than a bikini. Gotham is fucking cold and she’s a graduated psychiatrist and psychologist, not someone immune to cold. Plus, body armor and potential for concealable weapons.

bikiniarmorbattledamage

I especially appreciate the reinforcement of the diamond motif and red/black color scheme that got changed to red (sometimes pink?!)/blue for no reason over the years.

We touched upon this before, but the big problem with most contemporary depictions of Harley Quinn is that her designs convey anything but her Harlequin/jester theme.

It’s not just that she dresses skimpy for no other reason than very transparent “fanservice” (as we established, she was plenty sexy and sexual even while fully dressed in her original costume), but that when it’s stripped of colors and prior knowledge of the character, no-one seeing this design for the first time would know what her deal is.

Who is that? Some randomly underdressed biker chick? Why is she wearing a cropped leather jacket directly over drafty lingerie? Where are her pants? Is there a reason for her girlish pigtails? Hell if I know! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Good character design, including costume and make-up, should work context-free. The only thing thing we’re told by this sort of Harley design is “she sexy”.

~Ozzie

See also: This article summarizing Harley’s design changes since Arkham games introduced the non-jester look. Just remember that every time the word “unique” comes up, it should be read as “awful”.