i am looking forward to “elementary” but mostly i am looking forward to seeing what a fandom built largely upon spite will be like
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Finally, a makeup advertisement addressing the fact that makeup is an ARTFORM, and isn’t only used to “hide your flaws”.
Did Maybelline install surveillance equipment in my house? All of these things are so perfect. And I like how the colors used in this aren’t muted, desaturated tones, but bright, “unnatural” colors. Because I don’t wear makeup to hide any sort of flaws. I wear bright colors, lay it on thick, because it’s fun and expressive.
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Best part of a film, ever.
I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks. But I don’t care. I am me.
My name is Valerie. I don’t think i’ll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that i’ll ever write, and – God – i’m writing it on toilet paper.
I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don’t remember much of those early years. But I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottlebrook, and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.
I passed my eleven plus, and went to a girl’s grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists – they were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew.
Sarah did.
I didn’t.
In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn’t have done it without Chris holding my hand.
My father wouldn’t look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing.
I’d only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have.
It is the very last inch of us.
And within that inch, we are free.
I’d always known what i’d wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I started my first film: The Salt Flats.
It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again.
We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew scarlet carsons for me in our window box. And our place always smelt of roses.
Those were the best years of my life.
But America’s war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London.
After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.
I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening. When things like norsefire and the articles of allegiance became powerful. I remember how different became dangerous.
I still don’t understand it: why they hate us so much.
They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. It wasn’t long until they came for me.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place.
But for three years I had roses – and apologised to no-one.
I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch.
But one.
An inch.
It is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
I hope that - whoever you are - you escape this place. I hope that the world turns, and that things get better.
But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may not meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you: I love you.
With all my heart.
I love you.
-Valerie. -
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One thing you have to admire about Sims
No prejudice at all on their part.
No Sim hates another because of weight. Or height. Or physical appearance. Or clothes. Ever.
No Sim hates a couple if they happen to be of different colours. Nor does anyone hate gay/lesbian relationships. Or straight.
We may put such things in our stories because in our world, such isn’t true. But the Sims themselves just don’t have that reaction.
But god FUCKING FORBID dat bitch steals a garden gnome, she is on the shit list FOREVER
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Denis Medri Gives Batman and Friends a Rockabilly Makeover [link]
Artist Denis Medri created a series of 1950s-inspired redesigns of characters from Gotham City, transforming Batman’s friends and foes into a stylish cast of rockabilly vigilantes, varsity team sidekicks, and sinister Teddy Boys. From Bruce Wayne’s Batmobile-styled hot rod to Catwoman’s Bettie Page-invoking getup, Gotham has never looked this darn peachy keen.
Pulling inspiration from the ’50s and pop culture, Medri’s rendition of Gotham City is an absolute delight that successfully fuses nostalgia with the Bat-Universe. Barbara Gordon’s redesign pulls directly from Grease, translating the dynamic between Barbara and her alter-ego as Batgirl by borrowing fashion cues from Sandy’s wardrobe. Likewise, Medri’s interpretation of Two-Face resembles a split personality between Happy Days’ Richie Cunningham and an evil Fonzie, while The Riddler greatly resembles 3-D from Back to the Future.
Although most of these redesigns contain a degree of costuming elements with the masks and cowls, Medri’s illustrations serve as fine examples of how to adapt the signature styling elements of the Bat-family and Arkham’s finest into casual yet unique cosplay options, if not wearable retro street fashion. The Nightwing varsity jacket serves as a great styling update to the classic superhero emblem t-shirt, with letterman jackets being on-trend over the past couple of years. The restyling of Harley Quinn and Two-Face are a fine example of the striking effects that simple color-blocking, layers, and pattern mixing can have when coordinating an ensemble.
Check out the entire series of Denis Medri’s rockabilly Batman redesigns on ComicsAlliance!
I am literally shivering with delight! I would so read/watch this!
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