zombieteapot:

theblueboxboy:

Artist Kristal Babich imagines Up’s Russell all grown up in this beutiful piece titled “It’s Been An Adventure, Mr. Fredricksen”.



My HEART! D:

zombieteapot:

theblueboxboy:

Artist Kristal Babich imagines Up’s Russell all grown up in this beutiful piece titled “It’s Been An Adventure, Mr. Fredricksen”.

My HEART! D:

tooyoungforthelivingdead:

jaymug:

Guns replaced by a thumbs-up by Thumbs & Ammo

teehee

This made me laugh way harder than it should have done…

mssswitch:

xtremecaffeine:

robotlyra:

savedchicken:

boop

Man, if hand tattoos didn’t hurt like hell…

FUKKEN
SAVED

OOOOHHH

I used to draw robot hands on myself ALL THE TIME in school. Now I know how I’m gonna waste my next bus journey.

somekindofbecca:

MRAs claim that the wage gap is a myth, that women only earn less on average than men because of their ‘choices’.

Because they choose to working in lower paying professions.

Because they choose to work part time jobs instead of full time.

Because they choose to take time out of their career…

plenilune:

I believe intelligence and depression go hand in hand. we think way too much and we see life as it really is. anyone who is able to see all this pain and wrong in the world would get depressed about it. but we also get depressed because of all the beautiful things in nature, as we know nothing in this world is forever, every person, every story, every moment has an ending.

respectfully, screw this.

like, impale it to the wall with an effing broadsword because this is some poisonous crap right here.

as someone who has been clinically depressed for at least half her life (it’s difficult to tell, because a lot of my depression is wrapped up in my many other neuroatypicalities, some of which were, in retrospect, present in toddlerhood), I think I can pretty definitively say: depression is not insight. depression is not because of some special snowflake sensitivity. depression is not seeing all the cruelty and beauty of the world with preternatural wisdom and grieving over the transience of it all. depression kills you.

depression is an outside force that warps your understanding and takes away the things that make you yourself.

depression sure as all hell does not make me see life as it really is. depression exacerbates my apathy, my paranoia, my self-loathing; it makes me physically and psychologically confused and unable to follow through with basic tasks sometimes. depression sometimes makes it impossible for me to enjoy the things that make my life worth living; it takes away my ability to feel and give and receive love; to be angry; depression even steals my ability to grieve. that sounds like a paradox — depression means sad, right? but depression goes beyond sad, into dark places of sabotage and debilitating apathy, where I can barely think clearly enough to feed myself or get out of bed, even when life is offering me good things, even when there is no possible tangible reason for me to feel so empty that nothing tastes good to me any more. 

and the thing is, this myth about depression being this magic sensitivity, where you grieve poetically about the universe, is actively damaging. you know what people with mental illnesses constantly do, despite all facts? doubt ourselves. we constantly doubt that there’s anything wrong, that it must be all in our heads, that we’re just making things hard for ourselves, that we’re just standard-issue failures. the funny part is the sheer level and irrationality of our self-doubt should be evidence enough to convince us that what is wrong with us is something much bigger than us, but, as always: depression kills you. 

when you’re told depression makes you create, write poetry, make art, that it attunes you to some secret truth of the universe, the fact that you can’t get yourself out of the damn bed any more and you haven’t washed your hair in five days and you used to live for writing but your ability to create has been obliterated tells you that you’re not really depressed, that you have failed even at this. it’s insulting, sabotaging, and poisonous, and it needs to stop. 

tooyoungforthelivingdead:

Israeli “defence” army arrests a bunch of school children in Hebron, Palestine

even more fucking disgraceful than norma. thank fuck for international activists and badass Palestinian adults!

janglingargot:

deviantArtist shoomlah created a redesign of Pocahontas for her gorgeous “Historical Disney Princesses” series, in which she took cues from the films as to their probable time periods, researched the dress of those periods, and redrew the Princesses in clothing with a higher (though still stylized) degree of accuracy.

She received honest critique on some elements of her Pocahontas design, from people more familiar with actual 17th century Powhatan dress and history, some of whose ancestry was rooted in that history. And, to her very great credit, she took that critique graciously to heart and chose to create an even lovelier and more historically accurate version of her design which incorporated what she had learned. She also specifically cited her own concerns over misrepresenting a real person, as opposed to a fairy tale character, as part of her explanation for the change.

No hard feelings, no anger or insecurity. Just sensible integrity, an open heart, and a willingness to expand her own horizons.

This is how you do it, guys. ♥

In X-Men: First Class I tried to get this thing across which they didn’t really run with. I had the idea that Charles Xavier was a bit conceited. But that is his privileged nature, even though he has a natural empathy. His whole power basically is a physical manifestation of empathy but [my idea was that] it still hadn’t come to full fruition yet because he didn’t really understand pain. By the end of the movie, he gets his pain and he truly becomes Professor X, learns empathy, because he understands what life is like for everybody else.

He’s so unlike most mutants. Every mutant’s story is about living in the ghetto and being fucked up, being bullied and all that. But Professor X is like, “Yeah, I have had a fucking excellent life to be honest with you… I don’t know what you are fucking complaining about” But then he gets his pain… and that’s what will propel him into the next movie to go through the crucible, to grow into that power of empathy he’s more traditionally portrayed with.

devidsketchbook:

Extraordinary photos of young hitchhikers and freight train hoppers by Mike Brodie

Mike Brodie (tumblr | facebook) first began photographing in 2004 when he was given a Polaroid camera. Working under the moniker, The Polaroid Kidd, Brodie spent the next four years circumambulating the U.S. amassing an archive of photographs that would go on to make up one of the few, true collections of American travel photography. Having never undergone any formal training, he chose to remained untethered to the pressures and expectations of the art market.

leaderleaderleader:

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MINZY

This. Fucking. Woman.