after the apocalypse that wasn’t, mako starts dyeing her hair in different colors, and raleigh’s wardrobe tends to match. it’s not exactly conscious or deliberate… until it really really is.
inspired by this post.
Allan Teger is an american photographer from Florida. Today we’re featuring a serie where he mixes the child side of playing with miniature toys, with the adult body. Thanks to a little bit of imagination, and some technique, it becomes really easy to transform a body into a fishing like, a golf green or a lover park.
Oh my glob
porn had to happen sooner or later… well, almost porn. we are getting there. looks like everyone wants to give Bucky some… but after all, can you blame them?
So not really a sketch but not really a finished piece either? Just a little something I painted for a Q&A in the current Imagine FX, which I liked enough to post :)
Enrollment is currently open for my very first skillshare class on Character Concept Art! You can read all the details here and sign up here for anyone interested: Character Concept Art: from thumbnail to final design.
No media about the fact that there’s a All Male, African American High school on the southside of chicago who year after year has a 100% graduating senior class who ALL get accepted to 4 year universities/colleges.
they just want to talk about how whether a person’s death on the southside is gang related or not.
This is ridiculously impressive.
i’m not saying bucky should spend most of cap 3 crying and kissing steve, but i am saying they’d be smart to play to sebastian stan’s strengths
Our offbeat wedding at a glance: My absolute favorite highlights of our wedding can be summed up in a few “D” words: dog, dress, decor, and disability. Our dog, Rush, is a trained service dog who helps my husband with a variety of day-to-day tasks. He came down the aisle with us and delivered the rings perfectly on cue, as if it was just a normal day of work. This of course was met with a 100 peoples’ collective awwws. Rush also toured the room with us and enjoyed many pats throughout the night. A true champion.
Finally, our focus on disability was a highlight for me. You can’t hide the fact that my husband spends most of his waking hours in his giant electric wheelchair (he has cerebral palsy), so we didn’t hide it — we celebrated it. We matched the wheelchair to our wedding colors, we took an accessible bus to the wedding, our food was finger food (which is easier for Tim to eat), and our cake was cake pops (also easier for Tim). We drank wine out of straws, and we even included Sign Language Interpreters in our ceremony. We celebrated disability and difference in all its forms.
read the full story at http://offbeatbride.com/2014/01/toronto-access-a-wedding
i have no words. what a beautiful celebration.
That’s just REALLY cute. Especially snazzing up the wheelchair. Hey, got to look goooooooood. I love all the green! It’s so nice. <3
Today is Copernicus’s 541th birthday. You may remember Copernicus as the man who said “Hey, what if the Earth went around the sun?” To which the Catholic Church replied “Hey, what if we set you on fire?”
Steve&Bucky repeating each-other.
The thing about being anti-abortion is that for most people, it is about making easy choices.
Once you’ve defined terminating a pregnancy (which is, by the way, the most likely natural outcome of a pregnancy) as “killing a child”, it really is a no-brainer. “Should I be for baby killing, or against baby killing?” is not a question most people need to ask themselves, or stop and think about.
Even better, this bit of mental gymnastics inexplicably leaves millions of people and the laws of many countries in favor of “baby killing”, which means there are that many million people you can feel better than.
You haven’t done anything. You have not improved anyone’s life. You have not made the world a better place. You have not helped any living soul on the planet, but already, you are better than millions of people.
And if you decide to “do something” about abortion?
Carry a sign.
Put some pennies in a box somewhere.
Reblog out of context, mislabeled, or misleading pictures of babies, fetuses, and parts of pregnant bodies.
Now you’re a superhero. Now you’re a crusader. Now you’re fighting the neverending battle for truth, justice, and precious little babies at Christmas.
Of course, if you really believed deep down inside that millions of actual babies are literally being murdered all the time, you wouldn’t be putting pennies in boxes, would you? It’s convenient to your self-esteem to be able to tell yourself that the stakes are as high as the lives of babies and the soul of a nation, but it’s convenient to your lifestyle that you know, deep down inside, that they really aren’t.
If you’ve got a lot of time and passion, you can go down to a reproductive health clinic (where there may or not actually even be any abortions performed, and where there are certainly a myriad of other necessary health care services being performed) and scream misogynistic insults at anybody who braves your gauntlet.
Maybe she’s getting a pap smear.
Maybe she’s getting an ultrasound for the baby she plans on carrying to term.
Maybe she’s going to terminate a pregnancy she really wanted, but can’t have.
Maybe she’s going to have an already dead fetus removed from her body.
Maybe she’s going to have an abortion because she’s pregnant and doesn’t want to be.
It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter to you. All that matters is sides: you’re on the right side, she’s on the wrong side. And you get to engage in the most vile impulses that wrack the human brain: shouting, screaming epithets, hurling accusations, attacking the vulnerable, reducing another human being to a mass of tears and convulsions and you can do it guilt-free because you have constructed a reality where this person in front of you, whatever might actually be going through in their life, is a proxy responsible for the deaths of millions of tiny precious little babies and you, you are the fearless Soldier of Good who will save them.
Being anti-abortion is all about the easy choices.
That’s why you don’t hear about many “pro-lifer” who decides to bravely die rather than terminate a life-endangering pregnancy, trusting in God to decide whether parent and/or baby shall life.
Oh, yes, they’ll find people who make the decision to carry on with pregnancies that are high-risk, and they laud these people as proof of the lies of the pro-choice movement… never mind that there are many pro-choice people who make the same decision. That’s the nature of choice.
I’m not talking about high-risk pregnancies. I’m talking about situations where it’s not even a risk any more. Where are the martyrs to life? I can show you pro-life women who went and had an abortion when it was convenient for them, not even medically necessary. And it’s not hard to find pro-lifers demanding that other people carry a diagnosed dead or fatal-to-the-parent fetus to term because “doctors can be wrong”. Where are the pro-lifers who make this choice for themselves?
When the wives of conservative politicians have an abortion to end an ectopic pregnancy or other similar condition, it gets reduced to “a medically necessary procedure” that’s certainly not an abortion, no, don’t call it that because if there are two things the pro-life movement is sure about it’s that abortion isn’t a medical procedure and that it is never necessary.
But anyone else undergoing the same procedure? That’s an abortion. And it’s wrong.
Because the pro-life movement is about making easy choices and easy judgments. It’s convenient crusading. Invent an enemy so unconscionably horrific that you can’t help but look good and feel good opposing them, so widespread and close to home that you don’t have to give up your life at home to combat them, and so ultimately harmless that there is literally no risk to you in standing up to these horrible, bloodthirsty monsters.
But if it happens that you need an abortion, you’ll have one. Because you’ve been making the easy choices all along. And if you get pregnant and choose to keep it, in spite of… whatever… you tell yourself that’s a triumph against choice, when in fact it’s a triumph of choice.
MODERNITY IN SHAPING THE STATUS OF AFRICA
Both Cost 150,000 US Dollars.
Soo does a man come with the Nigerian house or nah?
Man usually comes with the house but there are some for the single lady’s.
Seriously our house in Lagos is about this big. America doesn’t know jack about “third world” countries.
errrr… yah. but then you wake up and you’re in Africa.. its not just about the square footage or amenities of a home but you must consider the neighborhood.. do i feel safe with who is living next door? is there clean, running water? is there wildlife to be concerned with? what are the roads like? and seriously most importantly DO I HAVE HIGH SPEED INTERNET. I AM NOT DOWNGRADING TO 56K. NEVER AGAIN
Okay, so I see I need to give a geography lesson, let’s see if I can say this humanly
1. The OP said Nigeria NOT “Africa”
2. “Consider the neighborhood”? What kind of IS is that?! People are PEOPLE wherever you go. You have your rich you have your poor. You have your smarts, and you have people like you that spout IS.
3. Seriously, roads?
THIS IS LAGOS, NIGERIA HIGHWAYS…Looks a lot like LA…HMMM.
4. Wildlife? We have wildlife in the states; bears, deer, my mother saw a coyote outside her office window and she works 20 minutes away from downtown. What are you suggesting?
5. Lastly this is the stupidest thing. Internet. Is it not the Nigerians coning your gullible American asses out of your life savings. So much you it has cause alarm, and has government protocol so your stupid grandmother does send her savings thinking she can get rich quick. I think Nigeria has Internet and HIGH SPEED under control
I suggest you read, adsorb, learn and apply. Before spouting off about “Africa” again. =_=
stupid ass ppl man
The wildlife one killed me dead. Like obv. man-eating lions and snakes exist in every single corner of the GIGANTIC CONTINENT that is Africa. Obv.
Meanwhile I need to count on two hands the number of Americans I know personally, who’ve nearly died hitting dumbass deer on the highway. Everywhere in the States.
there was only one captain america here today, sam. and it sure wasn’t me. good work, partner. good work.
Black bodies have been dehumanized since our horrific introduction with European culture and white supremacy. The white gaze has despised, violated and objectified the Black female body. The narrow European (and Black) standards of beauty have to be dismantled all together. Not all Black women have big hips and big butts. Not all have small waists. This photo set, though only limited by the amount of photos that could be uploaded, attempts to broaden that standard of beauty to include Black women of all shapes and sizes.
WHEN A FICTIONAL CHARACTER DIES IN THE MOST UNEXPECTED AND HEARTBREAKING WAY AND U JUST
I see that you are pansexual
Here is your invisibility cloak
We meet with the Asexuals once a month to have a pizza party but be sure to remember your cloak for the invisible conga
We conga around allies and trip them over every time they say we don’t exist