yeah Rose kiss that alien babe B)
This is just a random blog of things that I find interesting, as well as a few creative endeavors here and there.
A Series of Unfortunate Events. Ace Attorney. Code Geass. Disney. Durarara!!. Final Fantasy. Good Omens. Gundam Wing. Harry Potter. His Dark Materials. Homestuck. House of Leaves. Katekyo Hitman Reborn!. Kingdom Hearts. Loveless. Neon Genesis Evangelion. No.6. Percy Jackson. Sailor Moon. The Wizard of Oz. Yugioh!.
this picture was in both the ‘dragons’ and ‘unicorns’ folder on this thumbdrive
good job past me, excellent organization
The unholy triad of Roxy Lalonde, Dirk Strider and Terezi Pyrope’s varying levels of questionable tastes
I woke from a dream of nothing, and I saw nothing and knew nothing.
My back rested against the ground, and there was the smell of something… Plants, crushed by my body. I could feel the crushed stems poking into my back, jabbing into my arms, through my clothes. Besides the smell of the crushed plants, there was the scent of flowers hanging in the air around me.
I didn’t know any of that at the time. Being sprawled in that field, with the smell of crushed flowers strong in my nose, was the first of my memories. I remained there for hours, silent and with my eyes closed. My thoughts… They were trying to drag me down, back into the slumber I came from. Part of me knew that I had slept like that many times before.
So it’s my turn to go HEYYYYY GUYS I wrote a thing.
HEYY GUYS I WROTE A THING. You should totally go read it. Yeah. Okay. Cool.
THIS HAS BEEN MY DREAM DROP DISTANCE EXPERIENCE THANK YOU GOODNIGHT
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#Remember the first few volumes of the manga where Kaiba spent like millions on torture devices and tried to kill everyone?#I remember that. I remember young me picking up the manga thinking cool! Yugioh!#Actually it was violent horror to high bloody hell and BOY#What a good manga.#The wager in like every game was death. The manga had a ridiculous body count.#Remember that one time in Duelist Kingdom when Kaiba was screaming#SLIT MY THROAT YUGI!!! SLIT MY THROAT WITH YOUR CARDS#and threatened to jump off the castle#Well the story behind that is both the Mokuba thing and his adopted father killed himself after he lost a bet#and told Seto that this is what happens to losers#They die and stuff.#Remember that one part where he got a girlfriend who turned out to be a dragon? He screwed a dragon. What an accomplishment.#Life goals. Good job.
what an excellent liveblog, and yes holy shit the yugioh manga is fucking brutal
“We went to Kineshma, that’s in Ivanovo region, to visit his parents. I went as a heroine and I never expected someone to welcome me, a front-line girl, like that. We’ve gone through so much, we’ve saved lives, lifes of mothers, wives. And then… I heard accusations, I was bad-mouthed. Before that I’ve only ever been “dear sister”… We had tea and my husband’s mother took him aside and started crying: “Who did you marry? A front-line girl… You have two younger sisters. Who’s going to marry them now?” When I think back to that moment I feel tears welling up. Imagine: I had a record, I loved it a lot. There was a song, it said: you have the right to wear the best shoes. That was about a front-line girl. I had it playing, and [his?] elder sister came up and broke it apart, saying: you have no rights. They destroyed all my photos from the war… We, front-line girls, went through so much during hte war… and then we had another war. Another terrible war. The men left us, they didn’t cover our backs. Not like at the front.” from С.Алексеевич “У войны не женское лицо”
In Soviet Union women participating in WWII were erased from history, remaining as the occasional anecdote of a female sniper or simply as medical staff or, at best, radio specialists. The word “front-line girl” (frontovichka) became a terrible insult, synonimous to “whore”. Hundreds thousand of girls who went to war to protect their homeland with their very lives, who came back injured or disabled, with medals for valor, had to hide it to protect themselves from public scorn.
This has always happened in history: Women do something important. Then they get shamed for it (so nobody will talk about it) and it gets erased from history.
And then certain men will say: “Women suck, they’ve never done anything important.”
Look into history and learn that women have played a far greater role then douches (present and past) wanted you to know.
Hey Will (and Jack) I got you something.
So this is important. Let me tell you a story.
All the time I spend debating about women in combat, I’ve picked up on a trend that disturbs me. Supporting or attacking, people are quick to draw on biology, psychology, law, but very rarely - almost never - do I hear about the history of women in combat, and the evidence their service lends to this debate.
Hundreds of thousands of women faced combat in WW2, and on both sides, and on all fronts, and it is a history that has been almost completely erased from contemporary awareness. I have been given arguments about how women can not psychologically handle combat. And about how women in mixed-gender combat units will automatically disrupt group cohesion - the brotherhood, if you will. Both of these assertions are erasure.
Women have not lived in a protective bubble untouched by combat for all of history. Women have been killed, wounded, and captured in combat, and tortured after. We are not living a world where these are hypothetical situations women have yet to prove they can handle. Unfortunately, they have, they can, in the future, they probably will, again and again. Soviet women served as partisans, snipers, tank drivers, fighter pilots, bombers. And more.
Both British and American women served in mixed-gender AA units. I could drag you through several examples of British women performing exemplarilyy despite being wounded, or seeing their comrades die. The Luftwaffe did not discriminate. Between the British and the Americans, it was determined that mixed gender units actually performed much better than all male units, because of teamwork. Because women are better at certain tasks, men are better at certain tasks, and at other tasks they are comparably efficient, and in a team, hopefully, in combat, you let the best do what they are best at. For the most part, they were proud to serve together.
German propaganda never commented on the British AA units, but they thoroughly smeared the Soviet fighting woman. People often argue with me that women are a threat to group cohesion because men naturally give women preferential treatment. Which certainly explains why men are more likely to survive shipwrecks. And history shows us that Germans soldiers had no chivalrous compunction when it came to shooting captured Soviet women who were armed.
We’re fed a history of war that almost exclusively features white male figures, most of whom fit into this destructive constructed myth of the soldier that is somehow both chivalrous and charmingly womanizing and who’s sense of brotherhood is unshakably dependent on the band being all man. There is no history of woman at war, none. I hear a lot about how women have no upper body strength, I hear nothing about the Front-Line Female Comrade.