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Done and done.

(Not pictured: “Butt window”, but trust me, it’s there.)

You have no idea how much this cheered me up just now.

I for one, think this is a major improvement. Look how empowered he is! And it’s relevant to the character as someone who is powered by the sun, he’d want to maximize the amount of sunlight he receives, right? It’s not like it makes sense for him to cover himself from chin to toe.
In fact, I think some strappy sandals might be an improvement.

strappy high heeled sandals would increase his height making him closer to the sun. and if wonderwoman can fight in heels it can’t be that hard, right?

Are we still playing with the idea that Superman isn’t a completely unrealistic version of man?  From his bulging muscles to his perfect jaw and face and hair to his shoulders and bulging crotch all portrayed in spandex..
Again “Feminism” isn’t about equality, it’s about women telling men that they are awful and wrong and should fuck off.

Boob windows are ridiculous.  Tell every woman cosplaying as Powergirl that she’s wrong and awful and portraying women in a negative manner.  Tell every woman cosplaying as Cammy from Street Fighter to fuck off, she’s wrong and playing into the hands of the patriarchy.  etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc
OR
Focus on making things better for everyone involved and fix what you can and stop being so fucking petty about bullshit.

(Source: thechrishaley)

Little glimpse into my brain. Totally boring so feel free to skip it, but I wanted to just put this into the world and not just rattling around in my head.

When I have to work the next day I start my countdown 12 hours before I have to be there.
I have to be at work at 11am. So at 11pm I started with “oh ok I have 12 hours until I have to be at work which means 11 hours before I have to wake up which means 3 more hours I can be awake before I start to get uncomfortable which means I can watch (insert random formulas for movie lengths, TV show lengths, etc) before I really need to get to sleep.
Then when I overshoot that by 2 hours and I think “No problem, I’ll be tired it’s not a crazy long day, it won’t be busy, I’ve got energy drinks, i’ve survived on much less sleep before.”
Usually I get antsy once I pass the “You have to get 8 hours of sleep a night” point. Which is almost where we’re at. I’m actually getting a little antsy now. 
I usually get ready and into bed around the 7 hours till I have to be awake point. Then I put on a movie or TV show I know well enough that I don’t have to pay much attention to. 
Then If I’m on Netflix I get super anxious when I have to click YES on the “Are You Still Watching…” prompt.
It’s also in this time that I start to go down the spiral of vivisecting my life and every single choice I’ve ever made from the first time I stole money from the petty cash box at my parent’s restaurant when I was 8 and dirtied it up in the mud in the alley out back so I could explain that I found it to the time I used to cheat people on coke at Batcave to the time I was super drunk and pissed off and I smoked in my room even though the main rule of the apartment was DO NOT SMOKE INSIDE. and all the fun awful bullshit in between.
Then I check the clock every couple minutes knowing that it’s ticking away and I start to think about whether it makes more sense to just stay awake or to try and get a little bit of sleep.
Then it starts to get light out and I decide I’m gonna stay awake.
Then I fall asleep.
I wake up to the 3rd of the 7 alarms I’ve set and snooze, snooze, snooze, sno… goddammit.
Then I know I have about 40 minutes to get to work.
I spend the next 20 minutes debating on calling out and what excuses would work and how that will effect the rest of the week and if I can afford it.
Then I go to work.

This is EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Unless I have off. Then I usually sleep just long enough to miss doing anything with anybody and realize that I’ve now overslept and probably won’t be able to get to sleep at the right time to start the whole thing again.

Yeah.

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