Man’s got words.
Man’s got words.
Normal:Do you have any hidden talents? So hidden, that not even I know about them.
Fire:Would you consider yourself hot-headed or more even-tempered? Lukewarm, unless provoked. Then it’s all glacier surface ‘til the volcano erupts.
Water:Can you swim? Do you like to swim? Not very well, and not very much (partial fear of drowning).
Grass:Would you say you have a green thumb? What have you grown? Psssssh, only mold.
Electric:What do you think of thunderstorms? Love them, though don’t enjoy when electricity is out for more than a couple of hours.
Flying:How high have you ever been up? More than I’m comfortable with.
Rock:What is your most precious treasure? My stable relationships.
Ground:Are you down to Earth or would you say your head is more in the clouds? I want to get a tat of a wing on one of my ankles, because I feel caught between ground and sky. Plus, I’m just the type of bird that would fly in circles.
Poison:What is the most disgusting thing you’ve eaten? Either squid or octopus.
Bug:What is your self-esteem like? It’s an every-day variance, but as of late, moderately well.
Ice:Do you have to warm up to people you’ve just met? I can usually tell within moments of meeting a person if we’re going to “click” or flop. If we’re naturally compatible, then I don’t have to do anything but let it flow.
Fighting:Do you prefer hand to hand combat or to fight with a weapon? Ha, like this happens all the time? I’ll fight with a weapon if sparring, but if I’m legit being attacked, anything goes.
Psychic:If you could choose telepathy, telekinesis, or precognition, which one would you choose? Telekinesis. I have this thing where I’d like to blow up windows.
Ghost:What are you most afraid of? Time. When you’re younger, everything happens so slow. But with each passing year, the winds pick up, and I keep looking back, or am overly anxious about what’s ahead. Worst case scenario: it’s all for nothing.
Steel:Are you brave or do you easily become nervous or scared? I do have social anxiety, but I think I’m tougher than your average cookie.
Dark:Are you street smart? Uh, not sure what all this entails, though I’m horrible with directions.
Dragon:What is your favourite mythological creature? Centaurs. Though Medusa is my ladylove.
IT FINALLY CAME IIIIIIIIINNNNN! This lil’ beauty is called, “Visual Poetry” (isn’t it?!), by the amazing Alice X. Zhang. Currently have it framed and propped on my nightstand. ♥
Get yours at Society 6!
Do you know what I like the most here? They’re women and they ARE NOT wearing super sexualized leather clothes or posing in impossible ways.
And, of course, the Captain America 40’s hair.
this is perfect.
THIS is how you do genderbends. There is NO reason to sexualize their costumes or their poses unless you’re going for a porn thing (perfectly acceptable). The only costume that’s really been changed at all is Bruce’s and all they’ve really done is exchanged the pants for a pencil skirt. Not a mini-skirt. A pencil skirt.
Also the fact that Nat’s costume is completely unchanged on the male version just goes to show how little the original is sexualized, despite what people think. It’s figure-hugging, yes. So is Cap’s, so is Clint’s, so is Tony’s for that matter. Hulk strips down to a pair of ripped shorts, for christ’s sake. It looks like her butt is emphasized because Scarlett happens to have a bangin’ ass that looks good in a cat-suit. If she had a flat butt, it would look flat.
Okay, I’m done.
This is abso-fucking-lutely brilliant. Especially everyone’s hair.
The decision to keep Fury bald is just amazing. One thing about super-ladies that really bothers me is that they always have this mass of hair that is just begging to be grabbed by some assailant or getting in their face. Lady Thor’s braids are also fantastic, very true to Norse tradition, and Lady Tony’s hair is perfect.
I REALLY LIKE THE HAIR
Nighthawk, guy or girl…I’d take it, either way.
Just a horribly confused, pickelhaube-wearing dachshund I came across in a World War I documentary.
Most of my days and nights are spent staring at things like this.
Oof, I wish I was on the other side of that door.
Jimmy Kimmel tricked people at Coachella into professing their love for bands that don’t exist, and it is absolutely hysterical.
“Did you know that Coachella is actually the Native American word for, ‘Dumb White Guy’?”
We’re all prone to getting needlessly emotional from time to time. Sometimes, without any real cause other than Sunday blues. Sometimes, because shit just ain’t how we planned it.
If there’s one thing that Life has ever taught me, it’s this: tough titty. Life doesn’t care. Life, synonymous with Time in this context, slows down for no one. Whether I triumph or fail or die after this post, not one damn is given by Life and/or Time.
On a more positive note, this is where I recognize how I’m not the alleged loser that my mentality occasionally leads me to believe:
That’s enough reflection for one night. Speaking of body image, time to check out those cake-flavored ice cream bars I acquired over the weekend. :P
Well, that’s something.
Game of Smolders.
(Jon Snow & Tyrion Lannister are masters, so they win. But give me props for trying.)
I have a reading chair similar to the one pictured (though substantially more floral and tangible). These positions have been conquered.
I am not a corset girl, at all. But these…these are something else.