This is why i think Avatar should be R rated
If you wanted to take it a step further, you could argue that water benders could take out all the fluid from someones body, turning them into a mummified husk
and a highly skilled metal bender could control the iron in another person’s blood, kinda like what Magneto does in X-Men a lot
What a great time to be anaemic.
waterbenders surfing through the battlefield on a wave of blood.
"on a wave of blood"
but yes, let us continue with this gore fest!
Is there possibly a way that firebenders or airbenders could raise the body temperature of an individual to the point where your burning/melting from the inside out?
or what about earthbenders being able to break bones since bones are made up of various metals
of course along with non-metals but that’s beside the point?
Is there a way for airbenders to deprive one of air all together to suffocate them? Or blood benders could easily clog and possibly rupture someone’s arteries and what not, yes?
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
this website SAVED MY BRAIN when i was a stressed out college student who couldn’t stop flipping out long enough to prioritize. quite a few of you are still suffering through college so i hope this helps you too!! c:
Next Rejected Princess for you all: Pasiphaë, mythological Greek queen.
Pasiphaë is best known for two things. The first, and better known of the two, was that she had an insatiable need to have sex with a bull. Not just any bull, but a bull that Poseidon gave her husband, king Minos. So the legend goes, her husband was supposed to sacrifice the bull back to Poseidon, but decided to keep it. In response, Poseidon was like, “Hey Pasiphaë, you know what’d be real good right now? Bull penis.” So she had the court inventor, Daedalus, build her a hollowed-out wooden cow so that she could have sex with the bull.
She later gave birth to the Minotaur. Daedalus got busy building a labyrinth.
The second thing she was well-known for was ruining her husband’s sex life. Being a powerful sorceress (her sister was Circe) and knowing that her husband was cheating on her, she made a charm such that if he slept with anyone save her, he would ejaculate serpents, scorpions, and millipedes. Gross.
Now, here’s where it gets weird. Her husband’s mother, Europa (after whom Europe itself is named), had almost the exact same story. In her story, Zeus took the form of a beautiful bull, approached her, carried her out to an island in the ocean, and mated with her. She then had three kids, one of whom was king Minos - Pasiphaë’s husband. Notably Europa’s tale didn’t have the whole arachnid-semen part of the story.
So what’s the deal? As best as historians are able to determine, they were the same legend. Europa was the Minoan version, and Pasiphaë the Greek one. When the Greeks rolled through and conquered Crete, they essentially rewrote things. Instead of her being a powerful and in-charge woman, she was a depraved and lustful pawn. Their way of breaking Minoan traditions and bending it to their own ends. Dick move, guys.
- Her laurel garland makes two horns (she was often depicted with a horned crown, being a bull goddess).
- The night sky in the background is the Taurus constellation, naturally.
- The setting is a direct copy of king Minos’s palace at Knossos (which really exists).
- The cow is modeled after a native breed local to that region called the Greek shorthair.
- The only severe inaccuracy I’m aware of is that the cow was supposed to be on wheels - probably a reference to an actual statue that the ancient Minoans used. I liked it better with hooves though.
Oh, and the lady in the background is wiping scorpions off her chest and there are some in her hair. Make of that what you will.
EDITS: an earlier version of this post referred to ancient Crete as Minoa — how embarrassing! Thanks to bachvevo for the correction!
We all love writing Steve as an adorable, fluffy kitten, because, let’s face it, he actually is.
That is, if you remember said adorable, fluffy kitten can deal some serious damage with teeth and claws if you piss it off.
(Poor Bucky must’ve gotten so many stress ulcers keeping an eye out on Bitty!Steve, because Bitty!Steve wasn’t a shining angel of sweetness and light. Hell, fuck, no. Bitty!Steve was five foot odd, ninety pounds Walking Attitude, who was not afraid to start ass-kicking against assholes and bullies. And who probably had an Irishman’s fine, excellent grasp of profanity as a third language - I say third, because I’m betting Steve Rogers knew Gaelic as well as good ol American English, before he started picking up French, German, Russian, Italian and whatever other languages may have come in useful for him during WWII.)
So. I’m wondering where the fics are that discuss Steve Rogers being a BAMF in detail. The lovely boopboopbi's The Man on the Bridge stands out as one of those fics that have Steve and Bucky as being epic BAMF’s, but Ceiling Cat have mercy, that ain’t nowhere near enough.
I need to see the fics and the metas discussing Steve Rogers’ abilities in detail. I need to see someone make a case on how Steve might just have sniper-class abilities when it comes to shooting - except that he doesn’t utilize these because he needs to be on the front lines, so he’s using his side arm and his shield instead. Maybe it was Bucky who originally taught him how to shoot and they practiced at those silly shooting galleries at Coney Island, winning prizes or borrowing Papa Barnes’ old gun and shooting cans in some backlot or alley.
I need to see how that fine tactical mind came to be. It was Bitty!Steve who came up with that creative way to bring down the flag pole in order to get that flag. It was Bitty!Steve who brought in all those military books related to tactics and history and hid them in his footlocker. Had he read these since childhood, had them practically memorized?
I need to see Post-Serum!Steve now utilizing the things he learned in Plans that would make a certain Colonel John “Hannibal” Smith proud, because it’s really something when Steve Rogers’ Plans come together.
I need to see how Captain Rogers won the respect and admiration of his men, because let’s face it, Captain America was a USO showgirl and propaganda monkey in the beginning. Who knew that this was originally a ninety pound asthmatic turned into a super soldier? So how did Steve win them over? We know that it was Bucky who probably established the first bonds, as any good sergeant would. But how did the Captain bring them all together, win so much respect that his legacy would live on in the decades after his supposed “death?”
And then, of course, there’s the superhuman/metahuman abilities that Steve shows. I mean, seriously, jumping out of a plane without a parachute, anyone? The way Rumlow describes it, it looks like Steve does this all the motherfucking time and I’m beginning to think that at least this bit is not quite his passive suicidal ideation coming to play. Steve jumps out of planes without a parachute because it’s fun and he can do it and he’s got less baggage to worry about.
And finally, Steve Rogers has seventy years to catch up on. So I am seriously sick and tired of seeing Steve still being an epic fail with modern tech. I want to see how Steve has caught up not just on technology but also on modern military tactics and spycraft. I want to see Steve Rogers learning more languages. The man has an eidectic memory now - it stands to reason he’ll use it whenever and wherever he possibly could.
I want to see Steve deliberately cultivating the persona of being a dumbass at tech, because a) he’s STILL that little Irish shitekicker from Brooklyn and b) he wants people to underestimate him.
Finally, I need to see Natasha Romanov find Sun Tzu’s The Art of War among the books in Steve’s library. She’s gonna start swearing in Russian before she realizes that Steve has effectively played them all. Like a fiddle.
And maybe later, Bucky Barnes, everyone’s favorite Winter Soldier, is probably the only one not surprised by this. He knows Steve best, after all. :P
Fudge recipe on a headstone
I feel like I should make this just to be able to say a dead person taught me how to make it. Maybe I’ll do it for Halloween.
I desperately hope that she spent her entire life telling people that they could have her fudge recipe “over my dead body.”
That last comment is absolutely worth reblogging.
f r a g m e n t s
birthday art for sebastian stan. i’ll be giving this to him at chicago comic con and i couldn’t be more excited/nervous!
if you’re going to be there, i’ll be handing out 4x6 mini prints of my steve and bucky chibis around the con floor! i also might have a few prints of this piece for sale if anyone is interested :D
The Fall Behind the Scenes: Lee’s Method Acting
Lee Pace spent the two months it took to film The Fall’s hospital scenes a wheelchair. Only a select few of the crew knew that he could actually walk.
“It was hard (…) but it was about getting that performance out of Catinca, and making her feel comfortable with me, and putting the mood on set that she would be sensitive to. I do think it was valuable, because it caught a level of realism in those scenes with Catinca, a privacy and sensitivity that I don’t know we would have gotten without doing it.”
The masks were hard. We went through various different tests to find the right mask. The one I had at the very end was the most comfortable. I just really loved that arm. I was so happy that I could actually have a “thing,” opposed to a CGI situation. There were a few of them, but there was this one that was the hero arm and it shined the brightest. That’s the one I always wanted to use.
— Sebastian Stan
Anonymous said: You're post regarding the existence of biological sex... perturbed me, to say the least, given the fact that you only cited intersex people as proof of this. I did some quick research on the subject and I learned that those fitting under the label intersex (not xx or xy, klinefelters, ambiguous genitalia, etc) and I found that such individuals make up around 1%-2% of the human population. As a result I must ask, and please understand this is an honest question, have you ever heard of an outliar?
Yes, I have heard of an outlier. I was fortunate enough to receive a high school education in mathematics, which got me fairly well-acquainted with the concept of outliers, multiplication, basic fractions, and Pythagoras’ bloody Theorem, among other things.
Now, please allow me to ask you a question:
Do you realise what you have just said?
It’s not a trick question, by the way. I am legitimately, apprehensively curious as to whether or not you realise exactly what it is you are suggesting to me.
Did you know there are approximately seven billion people alive in this world right now? Approximately 7,255,000,000, and counting, in fact.
And since you’re interested in maths, do you know what 1% of that number is?
But that was an easy one. Do you know what 2% of that number is?
Of course you do. It’s 145,100,000.
And do you realise what you have just said?
Would you like to know some other interesting statistics? I’m sure you would have answered yes, because you are a curious mind. Let’s talk about countries.
Did you know that Japan, Vietnam, Seychelles, Greenland, Germany, Australia, Palestine, Mexico, the United Kingdom, the Czech Republic, Switzerland, Afghanistan, South Korea, and France each have populations under 145,100,000 as of the most recent records.
Entire countries with fewer than 145,100,000 inhabitants.
Did you know that, in fact, only nine countries have over 145,100,000 inhabitants? In order, those countries are China, India, the United States, Indonesia, Brazil, Pakistan, Nigeria, Bangladesh, and Russia.
And so I will ask one more time, for emphasis:
Do you realise what you have just said to me?
I’m sure you know - being so well-versed in mathematics as you are - what happens to outliers. If nothing else, our dear friend Spiders Georg should have shown you what usually happens to outliers.
They do not get counted. They get ignored. They get deleted.
What you have just said to me is this:
Approximately 145,100,000 people do not count to you. You do not respect them. You do not acknowledge them. You do not care about them. You see them as numbers. You see them as things, not people. You see them as less than yourself.
I find that suggestion disturbing and repulsive in ways I can scarcely put into words, and frankly, I feel that same repulsion about you by association. What you have said to me is nothing short of disgusting and inhuman. I am so disappointed in you.
However, you are quite right about me only citing a specifically intersex-oriented website. To be honest, that was because it was an easily accessible, informative read for people on the topic of physiological variation, to prove my point on there variation in the first place, and my thinking was that if people were curious and wanted to learn more about the fantastic spectrum of human existence, they were clever enough to, say, research it for themselves. To use the Google, as the kids these days call it. Perhaps that was a mistake on my part. Perhaps I shouldn’t have assumed that level of independent learning ability.
Seeing that you mentioned it, I assume you have looked into Klinefelter syndrome and ‘ambiguous genitalia’, and I therefore have absolutely no idea why you’re “perturbed” about this.
The purpose of that post I made was to show that sexual morphology is not as simple as ‘male’ or ‘female’, and neither is it as simple as ‘penis’ or ‘vagina’. Gender is a spectrum, and so is sexual morphology.
This may or may not come as a surprise to you, depending on whether or not you’ve actually seen other people’s junk, but almost no-one has the same junk as someone else. There is no factory where the Perfect Standard Junk gets made; there is no perfect standard junk. Even for people who are not considered ‘ambiguous’ or intersex, there is a lot of physical variation in every way you can think of, pretty much.
And it’s all okay. That’s the point of this.
People should never be shamed for their bodies. They should not be excluded or discriminated against or harmed or in any way made to feel lesser because their body is a bit different from yours. Like, for goodness’ sake. You shouldn’t need for someone to tell you that.
And yet, here you are, telling me that 145,100,000 people are outliers.
Well, you know what? As far as I’m concerned, that’s 145,100,000 reasons to care about this.
So it’s time to change your tune or go far, far, far away, you unbelievable wally. It’s your choice now.