cardurr:

I can’t and I won’t get over this cat. I’m drawing it. I’m making everyone else draw it. No one can capture its majesty.

The colorful drawings are mine. The Star crew had a game night last night, and I made everyone who was there draw their version of the cat in Evon’s sketchbook. The last one is a quick doodle my friend Emily did.

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femmebotnoir:

meladoodle:

*awkwardly left alone with a baby* soooo….. do you… watch game of thrones?

Me. Always.

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I would like Martin Scorsese to be interested in a female character once in a while, but I don’t know if I’ll live that long.

Meryl Streep pulling weeds (via cyberqueer) [x] (via belligerently)

Indeed.

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wilsontoyourhouse:

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Children. They were teaching children. 
Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.
Toughen them, said Godric.
Make them smart, said Rowena.
And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.
But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.
She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?
I will take them all, she said. 
I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness. 
I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 
I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.
No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.
But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.
Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power. 
For goodness. For hope.
And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:
Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.
(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)
(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

#and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is#the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes#they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defence #before chaos takes over the world #and thisTHIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it #look i gave myself hufflepuff feels

We should all want to be Hufflepuffs. I know as soon as I read what the founding principles of Hufflepuff were, I was slightly disappointed that I wasn’t one (I knew I was a Gryff).

wilsontoyourhouse:

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Children. They were teaching children

Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.

Toughen them, said Godric.

Make them smart, said Rowena.

And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.

But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.

She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?

I will take them all, she said. 

I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.

I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost. 

I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.

No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.

But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.

Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.

For goodness. For hope.

And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:

Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.

(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)

(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)

#and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is#the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes#they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defence #before chaos takes over the world #and thisTHIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it #look i gave myself hufflepuff feels

We should all want to be Hufflepuffs. I know as soon as I read what the founding principles of Hufflepuff were, I was slightly disappointed that I wasn’t one (I knew I was a Gryff).

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Ms Marvel recently went to its sixth printing, a rare accomplishment in comics today.

But chatting with Marvel executives at San Diego Comic Con I discovered more. That it sells more in digital than print, and that includes the first issue.

Relevant to something I was wondering about yesterday. (From here.)

Oh, interesting.

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heartyglobe:

filed under: things celebrities say that the media sweeps under the rug to continue making controversy over them being “awful role models”

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kawaiiabetic:

blacknoonajade:

Today was an exceptional day. 

I cannot even with this movie.

kawaiiabetic:

blacknoonajade:

Today was an exceptional day. 

I cannot even with this movie.

princelesscomic:

eshusplayground:

thisislostinlace:

nablayah:

idilardayacad:

maleehaisconfused:

spikefuckingjonze:

anyone else noticing a trend here?

lol
didn’t know ancient egyptians looked like mayo…

RHAMSES IM CHOKING LIKE THEY DIDNT SEE THE STATUES OR NOTHING

Ok but of course the servants and thieves are black ok i see yall

Brown Jesus from Palestine, what the fuck is this!
Tuya and Zipporah are Sub Saharan unarguable black. Like you Zipporah’s familial descendants are still living a pastoral life in the same place she was from, and they still look like her.
Queen Tuya is black, in fact her tomb was found after the front load of white supremacist archeologist raided Egypt, so surprisingly enough her features were kept in tact on all of her antiquities as was her full name which also described where she was from…modern day Ethopian/Chad/Sudan area.
No matter how much fake tanner, pretty pretty hair pieces, faux box braids Sigourney will look ridiculous.
So it’s real nice to know that every reoccurring woman of visible East African descent is non existent and every male of visible African decent is a poor criminal. Awesome, and super accurate.

Funny how all the roles with no names focused on servitude got plenty of Black folks.

Wow is this movie some unacceptable racist nonsense.  Skip.

Do not want.

princelesscomic:

eshusplayground:

thisislostinlace:

nablayah:

idilardayacad:

maleehaisconfused:

spikefuckingjonze:

anyone else noticing a trend here?

lol

didn’t know ancient egyptians looked like mayo…

RHAMSES IM CHOKING LIKE THEY DIDNT SEE THE STATUES OR NOTHING

Ok but of course the servants and thieves are black ok i see yall

Brown Jesus from Palestine, what the fuck is this!

Tuya and Zipporah are Sub Saharan unarguable black. Like you Zipporah’s familial descendants are still living a pastoral life in the same place she was from, and they still look like her.

Queen Tuya is black, in fact her tomb was found after the front load of white supremacist archeologist raided Egypt, so surprisingly enough her features were kept in tact on all of her antiquities as was her full name which also described where she was from…modern day Ethopian/Chad/Sudan area.

No matter how much fake tanner, pretty pretty hair pieces, faux box braids Sigourney will look ridiculous.

So it’s real nice to know that every reoccurring woman of visible East African descent is non existent and every male of visible African decent is a poor criminal. Awesome, and super accurate.

Funny how all the roles with no names focused on servitude got plenty of Black folks.

Wow is this movie some unacceptable racist nonsense.  Skip.

Do not want.