Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

miss-nerdgasmz:

watering76:

You’ll need tape, scissors, knife, disposable chopsticks, empty aluminium can, stapler and ink.

Calligraphy Pen for Gothic: cut the aluminium into two pieces like above and tape it on chopstick, then Staple the aluminium.

Medium Point Calligraphy Pen: Fold a piece of aluminim, and cut it like picture above. Then tape it on chopstick.

Fine Point Calligraphy Pen: Fold a piece of aluminim, and cut it like picture above. Then tape it on chopstick.

Now enjoy it :)

 

 

 

☞Turning straw into pen.

ARE YOU FUCKIN SERIOUS I’VE SPENT SHIT TONS OF MONEY ON CALLIGRAPHY PENS FOR ART AND YOU’RE TELLING ME I CAN MAKE MY OWN FOR LESS THAN 4 FRIGGEN DOLLARS??? THIS IS BULLSHIT MY ENTIRE ART LIFE IS A LIE

thedoctorofdistricttwelve:

I don’t understand how there’s no Black Widow movie. A little girl being taught to be a spy from childhood. Destroying her youth and innocence and learning to kill. Competing against 27 other girls to stay alive. Being pushed to the breaking point morally, physically, and emotionally. Seeing The Red Room forge her into a weapon. The beginning of her career - assassinating diplomats, manipulating prisoners of Russia, outsmarting SHIELD. Backstory to Drakov, Sal Paulo, the hospital fire, and Budapest. And then a rookie SHIELD agent has her in sight on his scopes. His finger is in the trigger, but he hesitates. She looks scared. She looks tired. She looks like a fighter. So, he brings her in, and takes her under his wing.
From a child assassin to a Russian defector. And they could throw Bucky and Yelena in there, along with Clint and Fury, and maybe even a Peggy Carter/Dottie Underwood Red Room origin story.

Like, who heard that and went - ‘no, I’m gonna go with Spiderman for the third time, and this guy who can talk to ants’?!

life-on-the-geek-side:

 dear netflix

 I know you guys are really busy, but, have you  thought about maybe giving Constantine a chance on your site? We have a  strong  fan base and lots  of loyal  fans. No to mention the show has some of the best actors you’ve  ever seen.

you won’t regret

lots of love and adoration,

me

serotonin-and-semiconductors:

chloroplasting:

talking is very hard for some people so it would be really cool if u didn’t make fun of people for stuttering or mispronouncing words

If I may extend this to include garbled and/or run-on sentence structure too, cause that’s also something that people (including me) have trouble with

medievalpoc:

karnythia:

gearsofpleasure:

knitmeapony:

Okay, remember when there was a lot of criticism about the lack of PoC in Agent Carter, and remember when everyone was freaking out about how that might mean it doesn't’ get renewed?

And you see now how it’s renewed?

It’s time to own the ‘it’ll get better in season 2′ and ‘give season 2 a chance if we get one’ and every time we suggested that folks who wanted better representation in that show should wait.

Start talking about it now. Start writing to the network now, and the writers, and get the word out there.

We’re SO EXCITED about Season 2, and we can’t wait to see a lot more diversity.  Where’s Jim Morita?  Where’s Gabe Jones?  Where are plots dealing with racial issues in the era?  Where are all the women of color?  It’s NEW YORK CITY, FFS.  By both actual reality and comics canon, the show is about 8000% too white.

SEASON TWO IS A LOCK, SO LET’S START ASKING FOR EVERYTHING WE SAID WE WERE WAITING FOR.

Push.  Push hard.  Because a LOT of us told the women of color who complained about the lack of intersectionaliity to wait.

The wait is over.

There was no diversity in the 40′s, people of color couldn’t drink from the same water fountains or ride in cabs. No need to fake it, if the show is about the 40′s well they were correct in season 1 i do not think any poc were agents of any kind in the 40′s 50;s 60′s 70′s The show is about agent carter not race relations.

You’re wrong in the MCU and in reality. There were Black Congressmen from the 1870′s on so this myth of complete segregation has never been true or possible. The first Black FBI special agent was James Wormley Jones who was appointed in 1919. Basic American history, federal jobs were integrated (not that they were ever really completely segregated) by Roosevelt with Executive Order  8802 in June 1941. In fact after WWII Truman continued to support desegregation of the armed forces and all other agencies, going so far in 1948 to appoint the first Black Federal judge among other high ranking positions, and issuing Executive Order 9981 which stated that  "there shall be equality of treatment and opportunity for all persons in  the armed forces without regard to race, color, religion, or national origin.“ By the end of the Korean War almost every unit in the military was integrated.

That’s before we get into how Jim Crow actually worked. Black & white people didn’t necessarily socialize in all places (though that list was mostly schools and church), but they worked in the same places, went to the same movie theaters, white people frequented clubs in Black neighborhoods like Harlem, Black people worked and performed in clubs with white audiences etc. Black and white people ate in the same restaurants, just at two different counters or sides of the same building. Their communities were side by side, they used the same transit systems, the idea was separate but equal even if the execution missed the mark. So the MCU was integrated as a reflection of the reality of the 1940′s. Some hotels didn’t allow Black people, but many did, especially at the lower end of the economic scale like the boarding house where Peggy lives. There’s literally no canonical or historical reason to erase the diversity of New York City in Agent Carter.

I think we all owe karnythia a debt of gratitude for the free history lessons, and I want to acknowledge that the painful need for them remains. “There was no diversity in the 40′s”? In New York City? The 20th century isn’t my area of expertise, but even I know that’s a ridiculous inaccuracy meant to silence justified criticism of a show being made right now.

wildflower-faerie:

thishazeleyeddemon:

autieblesam:

lesbianshepard:

my fave greek history story to tell is that of agnodice. like she noticed that women were dying a lot during childbirth so she went to egypt to study medicine in alexandria and was really fucking good but b/c it was illegal for women to be doctors in athens she had to pretend to be a man. and then the other doctors noticed that she was 10x better than them and accused her of seducing and sleeping with the women patients. like they brought her to court for this. and she just looked at them and these charges and stripped in front of everyone like “yeah. im not fucking your wives” and then they got so mad that a woman was better at their jobs then them that they tried to execute her but all her patients came to court and were like “are you fucking serious? she is the reason you have living children and a wife.” so they were shamed into changing the law and that is how women were given the right to practice medicine in athens

Yeah, this isn’t some Greek myth story about a hero or demigod or something, Agnodice was a real person who actually did this.

jynnislorg

Another amazing woman from history.

officialwhitegirls:

we use laptops in class to take notes and the other day our school’s wifi was out and our teacher looked so satisfied thinking people would actually pay attention now and when she came around she saw everyone playing that dinosaur game on chrome when there’s no wifi and ive never seen someone more defeated and baffled in my life

amuseoffyre:

spanishskulduggery:

mynamesdrstuff:

enjoloras:

Excellent history fact to remember;

Niccolo Machiavelli and Leonardo Da Vinci, most likely at the behest of the Borgias, once conspired to steal a river.

That’s right folks. They planned to change the course of the Arno River so that they could steal it from Pisa and make Florence accessible by sea. 

Please take a moment to imagine that.

Please. 

‘So we just divert the -’

‘Don’t worry they won’t notice a thing’

100% better than National Treasure.

This should be a wacky bromance heist film. We need more wacky historical heist films.

0hbloodyhell:

snerpthesnerr:

brutuswayne:

tiredpunk:

makochantachibanana:

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINAL EXAMS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ENTRANCE EXAMS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ORAL PRESENTATIONS

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR GIANT ESSAYS

GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK

d(^u^)b

how did you do that backwards ‘b’

try the key next to ‘f’

g

and here we see someone fried from exams

lucid-luck:

I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”

tandemegg:

If you don’t say thank you when the waiter/waitress refills your drink I will fuckin say it for you

aph-can-town:

buttastic:

buttastic:

how many other elementary schools had compulsory square dancing lessons

why the hell is this so universal

is this an actual thing in america

egalitarianenchantress:

Tumblr is weird because one slip up can literally take you from beloved saint to being labeled as an irredeemable piece of trash. Like Joss Whedon. I’m not crazy about him, and some things in Age of Ultron did bother me, but damn. Suddenly everything he’s ever said or done is terrible. Like people used to love Buffy, Firefly and the first Avengers movie, and now suddenly everyone’s bending over backwards to find ways of accusing him of being a terrible, racist, sexist person. And it’s happened to a lot of people. You know you don’t have to agree with every damn thing a person says or does to like or respect them. People make mistakes sometimes. And it’s just weird because it’s such a hivemind, like one minute something is beloved by everyone, but then someone decides it’s bad and soon everyone is just condemning it as the worst thing in existence. 

aesthetic-dissonance:

sagihairius:

My mom just informed me that my first word was “quote” so I’m going to make sure my last word before I die will be “unquote”

you have been blessed with a rare and epic opportunity

faith2u2:

alalae:

helpwigi:

nightvalesponsors:

gingerbludger:

who-the-fuck-let-me-have-a-blog:

women who had period cramps before pain killers were invented were metal as fuck let’s give them a standing ovation

Standing ovulation

A round of menopause.

It was a difficult period of history for everyone

How many bloody more days will these jokes last

About 3-7

fireandwonder:

So I was thinking about those tongue-in-cheek posts about Hogwarts Houses that are like “So, uh, why are we dividing the kids up again?” and I started thinking what if there were actually practical differences for sorting the kids by personality? Such as catering to different learning styles in the classroom.

Like, Gryffindor classes are very hands-on and encourage kids to experiment and explore on their own.

Hufflepuff is more discussion-based and involves a lot of small-group projects that aren’t graded so much as evaluated by peers.

Ravenclaws have general topics and principles that need to be covered every year, but within that, each student is encouraged to learn in-depth about specific topics of their own interest.

Slytherins are very goal-oriented and while some competitiveness against each other is encouraged, they’re mostly rewarded for self-improvement. 

Just, you know, actual qualitative differences in the Houses.

ofgeography:

glintglimmergleam:

tumblr overpraises weaponized beauty.  let’s make 2015 the year of weaponized ugliness.   you are great regardless of whether you look great.  lean into the ugly.

when she is born, they name her mary. it means “bitter.” her mother—plain, unlovely—knows what her ugliness will mean. how it will feel. knows that ugliness makes everything harder, the mirror image of how being too beautiful makes everything harder. mary’s mother is unlovely, and she is happy, basically. she went to school, and they let her, not pretty enough to earn their scorn but too pretty to earn derision.

mary’s first word—a year old, face too red, eyes somehow too far apart and too close together at the same time, nose a curious hook—is, “please,” and mary’s father says, “no.”

mary’s father loves her, and he always says no. no mary, you can’t go to school; they’ll mock you at school. no mary, you can’t have pretty dresses; they’ll only accentuate your ugliness. no mary, no mary, no mary, no.

“please,” mary says, and her father kisses her too-large forehead. runs his hand along her puffy cheeks. there isn’t any one thing, not any single marker of her ugliness, only individual parts that don’t seem to fit together right. lumps where straight lines should be, pocks along her chin, eyes that were too bright and too big and yet still not considered striking. he kisses her and holds her and says, “no.”

— 

this is what you learn, when you are young and you don’t look how they want you to:

1. the baker closes at four. if you are hungry, he will feed you, out of pity.
   
2. witches are everywhere. witches understand. witches will hold your hand, and run their thumbs along your lifeline. witches will say, take this, and press a bag into your palm. take this, it will help you.
3. beautiful women look at you once, and then never again. they fear you. they fear what you remind them, which is that natural beauty is unearned and hard-won beauty is unnatural. beauty is arbitrary, but beauty means everything. you are here, you are alive, you are ugly: they do not know what this means.
4. beautiful men will look at you, and look, and look. they will try to understand. they will say cruel things first, because that is how men are taught to treat ugly things. then they will taper into benign amusement. eventually they will forget you are a person at all, and they will say anything. they will say their darkest secrets and not realize you can hear them.

mary learns. mary listens. mary understands. mary is not as bitter as her name.

—

they say “ugly,” but what they mean is, “stupid.” what they mean is, “useless.” what they mean is, “defeatable.”

“be good, boys,” she scolds a group of particularly loud stable boys as she gathers their empty pints. the lights are dim enough to ease the angled corners of her broad shoulders. they love her here, gentle dim mary, too ugly for marriage. such a shame. what a nice girl, our ugly duckling. 

“Ugly Mary!” says jonas, the butcher’s son. “have a sit. tell us a story.”

“these tables aren’t gon’ clean themselves,” she answers, even as she sits. jonas always leaves his purse on the table. the more drunk he gets, the less attention he pays to its weight. “what kind of story?”

“a good one,” jonas insists. “make us laugh.”

“all right,” says mary, and leans forward. she wraps her fingers around jonas’ purse and holds it up in front of him. “this is my dowry,” she says. 

he laughs, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. the stable boys laugh too. everybody laughs. a dowry, for ugly mary. a dowry! mary palms the purse and leaves an empty one in its place. a witch gave it to her, once. a witch gave it to her and said this will come back to you, no matter how far away you send it.

mary has given jonas the butcher’s son this purse five times. he has always brought it back, confused, asking for his own. “i seem to have stolen this from someone,” he laughed, nervous. “only—don’t tell, mary, eh? i’ll leave it here, and no harm done, eh?”

mary had tutted at him every time. “watch those sticky fingers, jonas,” she’d said. “they’ll get the better of you one day. but it’ll be our secret.”

“last drink’s on the house,” mary says, and whisks their glasses away.

—

a beautiful woman would walk into any room and have all eyes on her long legs, her round mouth, her startling eyes. a beautiful woman would have them on their knees saying yes. a beautiful woman would say, “i want—” and they would say, “we’ll give it.”

everyone wants to please a beautiful woman.

mary’s first trip to the palace is with a hood over her head. don’t make them look too long at you, edna had said, her hands on her hips. edna loves mary, too. edna loves mary and edna always tells mary no.

she’s here to make a delivery, some chickens for a party, and their usual boy has a broken leg. so mary brings the shipment. mary has her witch’s purse in her pocket, a snack from the baker in her mouth. 

“oh, well aren’t you a bit of a divine accident,” says the royal chef, frowning. “angels were scraping the bottom of the barrel for you, eh? parents couldn’t quite get pregnant ‘till you? asked a witch for help?”

mary flashes a smile. first they will be cruel. two days ago, she had knocked out a tooth specifically for this event, and her mouth is swollen. “where should i leave them?” she asks.

“six of them straight to the kitchens, but leave one with me,” the chef says. he is still looking at her. “i’m hungry too, eh? ha!” he winks at her. then they will taper into benign amusement. when mary moves to obey, he catches her arm. “what’s your name, ugly girl?”

“mary,” she answers. her breath whistles through the gap where her tooth used to be. she smiles again, and watches his eyes soften. good.

“ugly mary,” he muses. “i like you, girl. come again, with the next shipment.”

“yes sir,” she says, and smiles.

—

the chef cooks laxative herbs into the food of nobles who mistreat him. he tells her this thoughtlessly, sprinkling a leaf onto the top of a perfectly roasted turkey. his serving boy takes silver from the storage and sells it. their errands boy has been sleeping with the queen’s lady-in-waiting, and the queen’s lady-in-waiting told him that the queen is sleeping with the king’s brother.

there are fights, at night, loud and long in the war room. mary gives her magic purse to the errands boy and he comes to her, days later, in a panic. 

“i don’t know where i got it,” he babbles, “but it’s got a note in it, what says there’s some kind of plot, some kind of secret plan, i—it wasn’t me but if they find me with it—”

mary smiles. “shhh,” she soothes. “it’ll be our secret.”

—

“it’ll be our secret,” mary promises the chef, the purse full of belladonna in her hands. i didn’t mean to, he’d blubbered. i didn’t know, i thought it was sage, i thought it was—

“it’ll be our secret,” mary says to the serving boy, taking the purse from him. the queen’s diamonds are in it. her favorite. she’s gone to war for less. i don’t know where it came from, he’d wept. i must have grabbed it by mistake.

“it’ll be our secret,” mary assures the queen’s lady-in-waiting. the purse is heavy with a vial filled with liquid. enough to terminate—oh god—a pregnancy, the girl had whispered, horrified. i must have taken it from her bathroom, thinking it was mine, i…if she knows…

our secret, mary promises, smiling, smiling. they thank her. they give the purse back, and give it back, and give it back.

—

mary eats well. her mother sells the diamonds mary gave her—“a gift,” she says, smiling, smiling—and their roof is thatched, their clothing mended. they buy a cow.

mary holds onto the vial. she knows better than to waste opportunities on frivolous purchases.

“are you proud of me, father?” mary asks, and her father says, “yes.”

—

“so you’re ugly mary,” says the queen, looking at her.

mary nods. smiles. mary is not as bitter as her name.

the king laughs, loud and booming. the king is not a beautiful man, but beneath the glitter of his crown it’s hard to see. he hides his ugliness, with thick capes and gold crowns; mary knows better.

“can’t seem to get anyone to say a single word against you,” the king says. “everyone says: you want something done, ask ugly mary.”

“if i can serve you, Majesty,” mary says, curtsying deeply, “it would be my honor.”

“no,” says the queen. the queen is beautiful, and she looks away. 

“just to do the cleaning,” the king says, and smiles at her, benign. “nothing like an ugly girl to do the ugly work, eh?”

mary smiles. “indeed, your Majesty,” she says.

—

beautiful women are noticed. you never stop noticing them. they arrest you. they want you to please them, and you want it too.

ugly women are noticed. you never stop noticing them. they arrest you, and you want them to please you. it is not hard to please you. they only have to give you what you think you want.

—

“what i like about you, ugly mary,” says the king, “is that you never make a fuss. i barely realize you’re here.”

that’s not true, mary knows. but she has worked hard to learn how to make it seem as if it is. she is not unnoticed, she is simply unremarkable. surely someone who looks defeated must be defeated.

“aye, Majesty,” she says.

he trails off, fingers running across the bedspread. “what’s this?” he asks, plucking mary’s purse from the sheets. she keeps her eyes on the floor, scrubbing. 

one dose before bedtime, the paper reads. the pregnancy will end with blood.

“the pregnancy will end,” the king says aloud. “the pregnancy will—the pregnancy—”

mary looks up. she waits.

the king’s eyes snap to her. “tell no one,” he says, and mary smiles.

“Majesty, it will be our secret,” she promises.

—

father are you proud of me father are you proud father

yes yes yes yes yes

—

the day of the queen’s death, and the death of the king’s brother, mary stays at the castle. she cleans, and waits. she is careful to be in the king’s chamber when he returns, puffy-eyed. drunk. 

“ugly mary,” he slurs as she tucks him into bed. “she was too beautiful. she lied. her beauty lied, she—you would never lie.”

mary smiles. she takes a liberty she never has before, and brushes his hair from him face. “never, Majesty,” she promises.

“your ugly face hides a beautiful heart,” he slurs, and mary laughs.

“please don’t tell anyone, majesty,” she teases, and he says, “no mary, no. it’ll be our secret.”

—

you are here, you are alive, you are ugly: they do not know what this means.

—

at the wedding, mary does not try to look beautiful. she dresses simply. they love her for it, ugly mary with the beautiful heart.

the chef weeps, the serving boy weeps, the errands boy weeps, the lady-in-waiting weeps. ugly mary has been so kind to them. ugly mary keeps their secrets.

they stand at the altar, mary and her king, her simple king. he looks at her and smiles, so fond, so trusting, so sure. a woman like ugly mary could never betray him. a woman like ugly mary is surely so grateful. gratitude is loyalty. gratitude keeps your secrets.

mary smiles.

mond0cool:

blaze-rocket:

knitmeapony:

Okay, remember when there was a lot of criticism about the lack of PoC in Agent Carter, and remember when everyone was freaking out about how that might mean it doesn't’ get renewed?

And you see now how it’s renewed?

It’s time to own the ‘it’ll get better in season 2′ and ‘give season 2 a chance if we get one’ and every time we suggested that folks who wanted better representation in that show should wait.

Start talking about it now. Start writing to the network now, and the writers, and get the word out there.

We’re SO EXCITED about Season 2, and we can’t wait to see a lot more diversity.  Where’s Jim Morita?  Where’s Gabe Jones?  Where are plots dealing with racial issues in the era?  Where are all the women of color?  It’s NEW YORK CITY, FFS.  By both actual reality and comics canon, the show is about 8000% too white.

SEASON TWO IS A LOCK, SO LET’S START ASKING FOR EVERYTHING WE SAID WE WERE WAITING FOR.

Push.  Push hard.  Because a LOT of us told the women of color who complained about the lack of intersectionaliity to wait.

The wait is over.

Does anyone know who we should be directing our communications to? Is there a specific twitter, or e-mail that’s best for this cause? I’ll shout it into the void, if I have to, but so much the better to shout in the right direction.

http://abc.go.com/feedback here’s where you can leave feedback that will go to abc https://twitter.com/agentcartertv and this is the official twitter

andreashettle:

mizkit:

My son, who is 4, and I were walking along the street today and saw a man with his left leg amputated beneath the knee. My son spun around and looked at him, then said to me, “That man lost his leg! What happened?”

I said I didn’t know exactly, but sometimes people lost arms or legs through accidents or didn’t have them for other reasons.

My son instantly said, “Gobber (from How to Train Your Dragon) lost his arm AND his leg and now he has to use tools in their places!”

I kind of collected my jaw and said, “That’s right, and that man is just like Gobber. There’s a special word we use for those kinds of tools. It’s ‘prosthetics’.”

“Prosthetics,” said my son, with satisfaction, and on we went without any further discussion about it.

But then we got on the bus, and there was a young black woman with her hair pulled back in a big floofy afro ponytail, and my son, who has seen the trailers for the new Annie movie, said, in delight, “She has hair like Annie’s!”

Representation matters.

Reblogging because, yes it does. And because this post is a great example of why representation matters not only to the people seeing themselves represented in movies books etc. but also for everyone else.

turbochargedhysterics:

deadlydinos:

B4 u say that you don’t want that same-sex pair on tv to be a couple because platonic relationships are underrepresented

I want you to hear me out on an idea SO outrageous that it might just work

A character

Could be in a romantic/sexual relationship with a character of the same sex

AND

Be in a platonic relationship with a DIFFERENT character, also of the same sex!

GAY PEOPLE WITH FRIENDS: THE RADICAL PLAN

WOAH SLOW DOWN THERE MCPROGRESSIVEPANTS

ladylannistark:

*whispers* if Shakespeare could pass the bechdel test despite writing in an inherently patriarchal and routinely misogynistic society then you, modern day writers, have literally no excuse

rubertkazinsky:

you know what, forget a black widow movie, i don’t want a fucking black widow movie, what a want is a R Rated Black Widow Netflix series. that’s what i want