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Gang of Super Heroes - meet The Dream Team!


Wanted to do some nice and ironic heroes - though Sun Ray (based on the most awesomest Grace Jones) turned out pretty fierce ;)

Lord of the Hammers: I’m thinking he’ll be surprisingly feminine and with a smidge of Johnny Bravo attitude. Nothing like an annoying self-absorbed, overly narsicistic superhero. Will he save someone if it means upsetting the ‘do?

Daisy Diamond: the classic feminine blonde heroine. With muscles to fit how hardcore she really is! Nails ready to be broken. Bring it on!

Sun Ray: Probably the actual leader of the pack. You’ll think he’s the worker-bee soldier type. Nope, this lady is all sass and cunning! - obviously in the wonderful deadpan kind of way..

Miss Kitty Fantastic: - yea what would you peg her to be? I’m thinking she’ll not want to be labeled any time soon….

uuuh can’t wait to do up these guys in their civil wear - and of course their antagonist gang!

i want more fucking ripped girl characters 

not “tall girl with big tiddies and thighs and couple of vague lines on her skinny arms to show bicep” or “tall girls with uwu ~acrobatic muscles~ who look like they weigh 90 lbs and have concave stomachs” 

Im talking 6+ foot girls with bull shoulders and big waists and hips. Im talking about “non-feminine" muscles that make big necks and “masculine” hands. Im talking about muscles in the midriff besides the front of the abs -even if that means you cant have an itty bitty waist to show off the massive ZZ tits that you were gonna draw on because you’re to scared to draw girls with chest muscles!! give me girls who take up space and intimidate everyone around them without being overly cutesy or “sexy” as if you gotta make up for it somehow!!!

Draw more muscular girls you cowards!!

Sexism in One Piece

I was asked to collab in a youtube video about sexism in One Piece and accidentally got upset about it. I did not realise that I would get this worked up about it and I think that’s because when you’re watching the series, there are little moments of sexism that you can ignore. But when you actually research it and think about all the moments that have made you feel uncomfortable, it becomes overwhelmingly clear that One Piece is sexist.

It’s gotten to the point where I’m embarrassed to tell my friends that I watch One Piece, because I know that they’re going to google it to check it out and they’re just going to see boobs. I would never buy a figurine of a female character in One Piece because I wouldn’t even be able to look at it.  I’m not saying that large boobs don’t exist in real life but it’s a problem in One Piece because it’s gotten to the point where every young and attractive female character has giant boobs. There is barely any diversity between female characters. And to be honest this isn’t the type of anime I signed up for. The first time I remember feeling uncomfortable when watching the anime was in the Alabasta arc and seeing Miss Doublefinger outfit. I was like wtf, who would dress like that but I could just write it off to her being a crazy villain. But after that moment the boobs grew bigger every One Piece arc, until after the timeskip when in the manga you couldn’t even tell which female character was speaking because they all looked the same.

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Heroic proportions 💖 💪🏻 killer mix between muscles and femininity, awesomeness 🙌🏻

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title: kill the lights

summary: “The paint’s supposed to go where?”// Bellamy offers to help Clarke with an art project and everything goes downhill from there.

wc: 1.3k

A/N: this may be a one shot but i have more up my sleeve if i feel like it

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“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

Clarke huffed. “Bellamy, you said you’d help me out with this.”

He put his hands on his hips, mimicking a motion often contrived by his sister. While this action could have been derived as a bit feminine, the muscles twitching in Bellamy’s arms distracted her from even coming to that conclusion. “Clarke,” he taunted in her same whiny tone, “You didn’t say paint would be on me. And in unmentionable places, nonetheless.”

She blew some hair out of her face, trying to distract from the growing blush forming on her cheekbones. “It’s art,” Clarke gestured vaguely. “You do the unthinkable. Press boundaries.”

“This certainly is unthinkable,” groaned Bellamy. “And what will O say?”

“We don’t have to tell her.”

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Dear Artists-

I love you so much, you work hard to create beautiful things, but I have a question, (or maybe it’s a request.) Why are there never drawings of girls with broad shoulders? Not the super buff ones, or the really tall ones, but broad. Where are the drawings of girls posed showing off how wide their shoulders are (like we frequently do with drawings and pictures of guys) girls with short hair, looking over their shoulder, showing off a thick arm. Girls with long hair, stretching out and making their top half look even broader. 

Where is the art of girls with top halves that scream masculine, and the bottom halves that are curved and feminine? The girls with muscle filled arms and shoulders, with collar bones showing with every move, but with chubby legs, a cute little puff of a tummy. 

Where is the art of girls that don’t fit the mold? With androgynous bodies that don’t fit into the basic body shapes of apple, pear, square, or hourglass. I want to see drawings of girls whose arms are a little too long, feet a little too big. I want to see art of the girls like me, 5′4 with a size 2 waist and shoulder so broad that I have to wear men’s shirts, with hips all in turned and set too high, with boobs a little too big and hands too small, with huge feet but tiny calves. 

Where is the art of the girls with small shoulders and waists and hips, but thick legs toned from being active. With muscular legs but no abs and no arm muscle.

The disproportionate girls, the androgynous bodies, the ones that don’t fit the molds of normal, the girls whose sleeves are always too short, but pant legs too long, who squeeze their thighs into their skinny jeans but constantly tug the waistbands up, the small chested girls who have amazing figures. 

I love you artists, I just want to see more art of the girls like me, and more than what I listed above. You guys are amazing, thank you.

(And to the girls who are like me, it’s okay, I know, clothes are hard to find and we will always feel a little disproportionate, it’s okay.)



Freaking fantabulous Lady 🔥 killer mix between muscles and femininity, #abs and #guns to die for 😍💪🏻

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Scene from Lost in Paradise DBZ Fanfic

Goku didn’t quite know how long he had been under the warm water.  His mind was racing with so many different scenarios of the future; all of them involving his wife and son. He was so emerge in his thoughts that he didn’t even noticed when Chichi walked in, pulled the shower curtain and turned off the water off.

“Hey.”  She whispered as she stepped inside the shower with him.

His blue eyes stopped staring at the wall to look down at the naked woman beside him. “What are you doing here?”

Chichi scoffed. “I live here.”  She said before closing the curtain behind her. “You were taking forever and I wanted to take a shower too.”

“But… Gohan…”

“I think he is old enough to know when his parents need some alone time.”  She answered right back. She grabbed the shampoo bottle and looked up at him with an innocent smile on his face. “Turn around.”

Goku couldn’t help himself. His wondered over her body for a couple of minutes, simply watching her open the bottle, put some shampoo on her hands and moving closer to him, close enough to lather up his hair.

“Uh. Chichi.”

“Shh.”  She interrupted him as she pulled him by the hair. “Bend down, geez I’m not that tall.”

Goku obliged. He moved his head low enough for her to scratch and lather his head. His hand moved to turn the water faucet back on, rising her lower body for his visual pleasure. That same hand moved to touch the wet stomach as Chichi continued to wash his hair. He titled his head to the side, his other hand moving to press itself firmly against the strong abdomen. He was amazed at how quickly she had molded her body to the way it was before she gave birth to Gohan. The small feminine muscles where there in full display for him and him alone.

He remembered how awkward it was for him to see the body slowly change month to month. He didn’t fully understood, all he knew that his son was growing strong inside of her.

“That tickles, Goku.” Chichi said as she grabbed his forearms and moved him under the shower’ rising the suds off of his head.  She had a soft shade of pink across her cheek and nose. Ten years being married and she still got the butterflies and became shy every time she had intimate moments like these with her husband.

“Sorry.”  He mumbled as he continued to roam her body. “ I just…” He grabbed hold of her waist. “ Love you.”  He muttered, moving her closer to him.

Chichi blinked amazed. “Are you okay?”

He nodded and touched his forehead with hers. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem like it.” She whispered wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

Goku closed his eyes and shook his head against her. “I am fine, Chi.” He reached forward and captured her lips with his giving a simple and gentle kiss.

Chichi sighed into the kiss, relaxing under her husband’s strong body. Her hands roaming from his head, the back of his neck, his broad shoulders down to his strong chest. Her fingers lingered there, feeling the strong heart beat underneath the skin. She pulled away and looked down, watching the bubbles make trails down to his chest then falling down the deep lines of his abdomen muscles until they became lost in the patch of hair.

Her eyes shot back up to stare at the dark blue eyes that looked intently down at her with want. “Goku?”

He had gotten a hold of her soap; the one that always made her smell like his favorite cake. He ignored her calling to him as he lathered his hands and turned his attention back to her body. He connected his eyes with hers before he took a step forward and began to stroke her hips, covering her in soap suds. He smiled at that. He worked his way to her sides, her breast and then down her arms. He then slowly pulled her towards him, getting her under the shower head as she has done with him.

He got on his knees, his hands working on the strong muscle legs that his wife possessed. First the ankles, then her well defined calves, the back of her knee, which made Chichi shudder and hold herself steady by grabbing his shoulders; later on her luscious thighs.

He sighed at the contact. He massaged her before moving forward and pressing his lips to the wet skin. His ears picked her moan. He smiled and gave her another kiss, slowly moving higher.

She was leaning against the wall, her hands grabbing fistfuls of Goku’s blonde hair as she tried her best to control her elaborated breathing. She opened her eyes and looked down when she felt him stop all together. She looked down and found the gentle saiyan looking up at her with that spark in his eyes, the one she knew well.


He nodded. She really didn’t need to say anything else. He licked his lips, stood up and went in for a breathtaking kiss. There it was again; that scent that threw him over the cliff and that evoked the most primordial needs inside of him.

The simple taste of her lips and the softness of her wet skin drew him mad with need. He wanted and need more of her. He cupped her cheeks and pried her mouth open, deepening the kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pushing herself closer, if it was even possible. Her knees shaking with want.

Without thinking it twice, Goku picked her by her waist, feeling her muscular legs wrap themselves around him. He pulled back from the kiss and turned the water off.

“How thoughtful..” She whispered in his ear before she turned his face back to hers and kissed his lower lip.

“You know me, always trying to save the planet.” He chuckled as he slowly made his way to their bedroom.

He settled her down on the bed and coming to rest beside her, looking down on her, his hand laying over her stomach. Million things came rushing to his head. Should he tell her? Should he let her know that there was a big possibility that she was pregnant and if she wasn’t pregnant…

His thoughts were interrupted when Chichi pulled his face down for a kiss, holding him steady as she covered every inch of his lips with soft caresses, her strong scent, engulfing him like a ravenous fire.

He pulled away and cupped her face, looking down at her soft features. If she wasn’t pregnant… He sighed and covered her mouth with his. If we keep this up…

“Goku…”  She whimpered almost pleading when he pulled away yet again from the kiss.

So many things could happen. He wanted to make love to her. His body was definitely showing off the effect she had on him but If he did and she became pregnant? What if I die?

“Goku?”  She brushed her lips against his earlobe as she called out his name, pulling him down to stroke her entire wet body against him.

How could he just die knowing that she was carrying his child? Could he hurt her like that?

“Would you be kind enough to kiss me once again?” She asked staring at his cloudy blue eyes. In all the years she had know Goku she had never seen him with such a troubled expression on his face. Not even when that time on the tournament when Piccolo had drilled a hole to his chest and all hopes of winning had faded away.

He looked like he really was worried about something. She cupped his face in her hands, rubbed his cheeks sweetly. He closed his eyes and shook his head as if he was thinking and making decisions. Chichi frowned and pulled his face in for a kiss.

This time, he did answer her. He squeezed her a little too hard for her liking, earning a gasp of air from his wife. He watched her dark eyes spark with that hint of passion he knew of so well. Her hands made a trail down to his hips making him suddenly shudder with need.

His first thought was to completely forget everything and notice the woman that touched him. He wanted her; the scent she was carrying was driving him completely and utterly mad. There she was, touching his hips, trailing soft circles over his sensitive skin, forgetting all together of the strength he carried in his Super Saiyan form.

She didn’t care. She wanted him and that’s all that matter right at that exact moment. He could hurt her, there was no doubt in her sane mind that he possessed the strength to kill millions with one just ki blast, yet there he was, concentrating, looking at her, kissing her so softly that it made her tremble.

He could never hurt her like the way he was about to do now. Yes, many times he had forgotten about his own strength and things had gotten out of hands. Even when they were intimate as if they were now, he thought with his instincts not with his head.  At the end of it all, when she laid in his arms, gasping for air, waiting for both of their heart beats to come back to their normal rate, it never matter. He was there to hold her; she was there to love him. It didn’t matter if there were a bruise here or there. It was part of what made their relationship work.

How could he lie to her, or rather, keep information from her? It was his child for goodness sakes; she needed to know what was going on with her body. But what if he told her right now? What if she found out later?

They needed to win the Cell games…

He pressed his face to her neck, inhaling that essence she always carried his hands trailing over her sides making her hot just for him.

“What’s wrong, Goku?” She asked; when he pulled away to gently kiss her upper lip. She could make out some tears that had began to gather at the corner of her husband’s eyes. She froze under his body. He had never cried, or at least show that he was about to…


“I love you.”  He blurted out, hiding his face between her breasts, his hand pressed to her stomach, as if wanting to protect it from the future. “Don’t you ever think otherwise. I love you and Gohan more than anything in this universe.”

Her hands scratched the back of his neck, feeling the tension building up inside of him. His grip on the bed sheet was almost painful to watch, she was glad that that one hand touching her was being as soft as it was. Why in the world did he felt the need to proclaim his love for her? He almost never did. He was a man that rather shows his love through actions, not words.

She liked hearing him say it though. She loved hearing those words escape his lips and then be followed by actions. Who wouldn’t?

“I know you do.”  She answered him back, coaxing him to relax. “You don’t need to tell me.”

“Good.”  He nodded. “I want you to always remember that, no matter what happens, okay?”

“I will.”  She whispered, pulling his blonde hair and jerking his face up so he could face her. “Will you stop acting weird?”

With a seductive smile he gathered his young wife in his arms and settled her on his lap. His lips seek hers as he dove in and let himself be engulfed in the fire that was his own desire. He touched her ever so gently, igniting that same flame that she was producing deep inside of him.

He tasted her, with every kiss he gave her he let his worry be washed away by the softness of her skin, the skin he had grown to love and adore over the years. The skin he had learned to call home

He pressed her chest to his strong one, her moans echoing in his mouths as his hands trailed a path of goose bumps on her sides. Evoking feelings that she thought would never wake up inside of her.

She was scared. Scared of losing the one person she had learned to love so deeply. She clung to his face, her tongue sneaking its way inside his mouth as her breathing became labored. His hands found their way to her breasts, cupping them ever so gently, scared that he might just hurt her with his new found Super saiyan strength.

Her moans told him otherwise. He had finally master control over his own body. She pulled away from him and gasped for air her own hands trailing and scratching the skin of his powerful arms. When did he manage to get so strong?

Just some years ago he wasn’t as big as he was presented to her now. He even looked taller than when they became husband and wife. She didn’t mind. Right now, her husband’s changed appearance was the last thing in her mind. All she wanted to feel was him, inside of her, loving her and stroking her in places only he had access to.

“Please.”  She moaned into his moist lips. She could feel him pressed hot and hard against her inner thighs.  She shuddered with need and grabbed hold of his face again. “Please.” She whispered it this time as she moved about and positioned herself over him.

He pressed his lips to her neck, feeling the strong pulse underneath her skin. It was fast and strong, strong enough to remind him why he was fighting Cell in the first place. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to come back and kiss her right on that spot when he could feel the proof that she was alive, she was alive and she was his for the keep.

Goku closed his eyes tightly as she encased him with her body completely, claiming him as hers one more time. His hands came to rest on her bottom guiding her in her almost erratic movements. The other pressed her chest tightly to his, almost not giving her enough space to catch her breath.

He kissed her one more time, holding her so close to him as they engaged in a soft rhythm as he bounced her strong body against his own, receiving soft moans against his ears while his lips nipped and sucked at her soft white shoulder. He felt her hands on his hair, pulling at it as she speed up their movements, her strong legs helping her maintain the Saiyan’s rapid thrusts.

Chichi pulled back, held his face to hers and watched his mouth parted with the deep moans he produced from deep his chest. His eyes, concentrated on satisfying her first above all, loving her just the way that she deserved to be loved. Her hips turned slowly against his making her throw her head back by the sheer pleasure that movement alone produced her.

He wrapped one arm securely around her waist while the other one moved from her bottom up to her hair, grabbing a fist full of it. He leaned her back enough to have a better access to her neck in order to attack the soft skin, poisoning himself with her taste.

It wasn’t soon until he pulled her back up into a sitting position, looked up at her half closed, lust filled black eyes. He bounced her faster, stronger, trying to get her in that moment he loved seeing her in. “ I love you.”  He muttered against her wet lips. His eyelids half closing as he felt his release coming up.

She cradled his face, gawking at his eyes, brushing her lips against him as they breathed in each other’s air.  She loved him so much that it was scaring her. It scared her that in one day she might wake up and find herself alone in an empty bed, without this man holding her the way he was, without this man making love the way he was doing right now.

She tried her best to hide it, she tried so hard to hold in the tears that began to gather at the corner of her eyes but with every brush of his skin against her and every graze of their lips, her control was slipping away.

“I love you too.”  She said, the tears freely running down her cheeks. “I love you so much.”

It wasn’t long now. He grabbed hold of her thigh and held her in place as she felt her release wash over him, hugging him and releasing him continuously before he too succumbed to the pleasure her body was giving him. He let out an animalistic roar, muffled by his wife’s soft breasts.

Her tremors brought him back to reality. He found himself laying over her, arms over her waist as she petted his sweaty face, lovingly.

He lifted himself off her with his elbows, giving her enough space to breathe deeply. He sometimes forgot he was much heavier than before. “Chichi?”  He frowned deeply as he saw Chichi covering her eyes with her arm. “Hey…” He noticed the wet trail on her cheek. “Hey, no no. Don’t cry.”  He gathered her up in his arms and pulled her in for a hug. “What’s wrong, Chi?”  He tried to give her his best goofy smile.

She was wiping the tears away with the back of her hands. “Nothing.”

“You don’t cry over nothing, Chichi.” He smiled, gently grabbing her wrist and pulling her hands away from her face. “Chi, come on.”  He kissed her forehead, the afterglow of their love making still lingering in his core. Every touch and every kiss spiked up his want and need for his wife.

“How can we be having a moment like this when you could just…”  She shocked on her words. “You could just die in a day!”  

Goku chuckled and cupped her cheeks. “Chichi.”

She sobbed loud and tried to pry his callused hands away from her face.

“Chichi, listen to me.” He grabbed her hands and placed them both over his chest, her right hand lingered over his still fast beating heart. “I am alive now, Chichi.”  He smiled tenderly as he pressed her right hand to his chest. “See? You feel that?”

She nodded as she stared at his well defined chest, her tears still flowing down her red cheeks.

“That’s because of you.” He said as he sat down in front of her and trapped her with his long legs. “It’s beating like that because of you.”  He grinned.

Chichi looked up at his goody face and couldn’t help but smile. How could he be so simple? She shook her head. That was one of the things she loved about him; his simplicity. “I’m just worried…”

Goku nodded. “And I understand. I am worried too. I would be a complete liar if I said I wasn’t.” His hand moved to her cheeks. “Please stop crying. Don’t worry about what might happen when it hasn’t happened yet.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a soft kiss. “Let’s just enjoy each other. We are together and that’s the only thing that matters to me right now, Chichi. What matters is that you are here and so am I and; tomorrow I will be here.” He rested his forehead against hers. “Please stop crying.”

She did stop crying. The sadness was replaced by a familiar wanted she had experience a couple of minutes ago and by the looks of it, Goku had picked on her thoughts.

He had began to kiss her with the same fire as before, laying her down at the beds feet  his mind going back to her intoxicating scent. He sighed in the kiss and decided to push that thought to the back of his mind as he began to make love to his wife again…

My Hedwig

He did it again. It doesn’t matter how high my expectations are with Darren, he always manages to exceed them, somehow. I packed my bag and left my own wicked little town for a week and went to sunny LA to see Hedwig, again. I thought he couldn’t be better than in New York. Boy, I was wrong. Maybe it’s because I’m more used to listening to his voice in videos or crackling audio recordings than in real life, but every time I have the rare chance to bask in the richness and beauty of his voice, the reasons why I’ve ever loved this man become clear again in my head.

His voice is loud, bold, deep, rough and sweet at the same time. It’s soft and rich like velvet and it melts like pure honey. And the best part is that his voice is just what titillates your hearing. Everything is brought to completion by how he moves and the expressions his face is able to make. He moves and bends his body as he pleases and it’s strong and fragile, compact and feminine. He has muscles and, trust me, you can see each and every single one of them, and you can see his strenght in all his jumps and push-ups and all those crazy acrobatics he does all round the stage. But he curves his body, he bends his leg, he sits on a lonely stall or a damaged car and he’s suddenly a mean but fragile and beaten up woman who’s been through more shit than anyone could bear, or a little boy molested by his father, or a young kid who still doesn’t know what he wants from life and who’s too afraid to love. He spins his strong figure and he’s a graceful ballerina dancing to a rock ‘n’ roll song. His eyes are pools of deep emotion and he can say more with a raised eyebrow than I could ever say to you with a million words. You can’t take your eyes off of him, Hedwig, Tommy, Luther and all the other characters he has within his own body for the whole 90 minutes. You can see his eyes even from the back of the theater and, surrounded by muddy maybelline tears, smudged eyeshadow and fake lashes, they find you, somehow. Each and every one of you at the same time. The energy you can literally see radiating from him is captivating and with his moves and his voice he takes you by the hand and he leads you through so many characters and so many stories but you don’t get lost. He doesn’t let you. He tells Hedwig’s story so clearly and with so much honesty that you can’t escape it. The funny parts, the sad parts, the dark parts. Parts that you would never want to hear, things that you would never want to see happening to someone. You go through them all with him and you get to the end of the last note and you realize that you didn’t just learn about Hedwig’s story, or Hansel’s, or Tommy’s. No, you also learned a little bit about yourself. In these 90 minutes of silly jokes, sexual innuendos and silent tears, you actually found a little piece of knowledge that you can add to your own story. And this happens every time you see the show. From the moment he puts his golden heels on the car to the one his bare feet lead him out of the stage.

My parents saw the show for the very first time. I want to include this in my little recap for a reason. They have never seen Darren doing anything live, they’ve never seen Hedwig, live or on screen, and they don’t speak English. They loved it. They couldn’t understand how this cute, sweet, little guy they saw talking with fans at stage door could become this stage monster they saw in front of them. My father told me: “I knew he had talent, from a couple of videos I saw from you, but I could have never imagined how much of an explosion of talent and energy he actually is”. His techincal precision, his vocals and his moves hit them, even if they couldn’t understand one single joke. They didn’t understand the innuendoes, the jokes or the rough and poignant dialogues (or monologues I should say) and yes, one could say they missed a lot, but they felt it. They felt Hedwig’s pain and feelings and Darren made them go through the dark turns and noice of Hedwig’s story just thanks to his own passion and talent. Nothing else. And I do think this is all kinds of amazing and remarkable.

The show lack the intimacy of the New York’s show, inevitable since you have almost 3000 people instead of 1000 and the theater is clearly huge, but the energy and the roaring laughs, claps and cheering make up for it. I’ll never forget how proud I felt. Seeing Darren coming on stage taking is bow, the spotlights lighting up again on the audience and 3000 people standing up for him is one hell of a view. He has the power to make 3000 people loudly cheer for him and to have them silently, completely and unwillingly - because he doesn’t give you room for any choice - eating out from the palm of his hand. It doesn’t matter if it’s touching a wig, picking at those fishnets, holding a mic or sending a kiss.