still a ninja

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're still interested in the Teenage Mecha Ninja Turtles short (but if you aren't, feel free to ignore this message), but I noticed that the children are also named after more contemporary artists that relate to their heritage. Frida = Frida Kahlo, Basque = Jean-Michel Basquiat, Kusama = Yayoi Kusama, Jackson = Jackson Pollock. As an art major who barely passed art history, I got all giddy for recognizing the names! Thought this might be fun to share!

holy shit the artist symbolism goes deeper

i’m kicking myself, that’s so great??? like i didn’t even know that stuff (art history was never my strong point, i was more the sort to do whatever the fuck i wanted in class and BS my way through everything else because **~art is interpretive~**), but i’m so pumped that it’s a thing!!

i’m so happy the creators of that short put so much thought into their work- the continuation of the artist names thing is really quite sweet, and shows how much they loved the story idea, (i love it even more now omg) not to mention that it states the races of each kid, which makes me even happier as a fan-writer. so much possibility, now that i’ve got canon info.

so yeah much thanks to you anon, i can work with so much more depth now that i’ve got this info. plus add jokes about fate since all the kids have artist names despite not being related (that we yet know)

Me and Romance Games

Skyrim: Goes for sweet thief boy, ends up getting crush on angsty wolf bro that dies from being CRUSHED. Ends up mean dragon lady who kills indiscriminately and becomes ANGSTY VAMP.

Dragon Age Origins: Goes for sexy naughty elf man, ends up with sweet prince boy. Who apparently gets VERY sad.

Dragon Age 2: Hopes for UN romanceable charming dwarf, ends up with angsty rude glow elf boy who does NOT APPROVE!!

Dragon age 3: Goes for sweet pretty boy ex-templar, changes to angsty stupid Eggman, ends up lonely eggless AND armless elf lady.

Mass Effect 2: Considers sad killer fish boy, Then goes for snarky birdy boy! Still CRIES Over NINJA FISH BOY

Mass Effect 3: ANGELIC SPICY BIRD BOY! and TragiC SPACE DEATH!

Fallout 4: Goes for whiny bad teeth sniper boy, Ends up falling in love with un romanceable NOIR ROBOT Valentine and cries on my subjectively creepy robot son.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Goes for primary color space kitty, ends up learning my lesson??? 

a-lover-of-jugo  asked:

hay i love your Young McHanzo art but i do have a question wen Hanzo was younger he use a sword write? so my question is ever thought of drawing a sniper McCree and a samurai Hanzo?

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………………………….THAT’S TRUE-

Tho to be fair, the official bio did imply he basically grew up a prodigy in martial arts, swordsmanship, and bowmanship. But the appeal of young!Hanzo using a sword and being the cocky aggressive short-range attacker (guess who Genji took after jflkdasfjl) while young!McCree played more safely as the mid-range sniper hotshot and watching Hanzo’s back (thus impressing him)-

…what a nice thought. 

So, thanks for that ; A ;

You’ve heard of Salad, now get get ready for

Who you are doesn’t matter.
— 

“Mary Morstan”, Murderer, Gaslighter, and Abuser (The Final Problem)

Gaslighting: a definition: 

A form of abuse that centres around destabilising the victim’s perception of reality and devalues said person’s experiences and feelings. This can be done in private or in front of other parties. In the latter case, the victim is also humiliated and devalued in front of someone else. 

Typical statements of gaslighting: 

Victim: I’m cold. 
Gaslighter: It’s not cold in here. 

Victim: It’s been about fifteen minutes. 
Gaslighter: No it hasn’t. It’s only been three minutes. 

Victim: I’m really upset about this! 
Gaslighter: No you’re not. 

Gaslighter: It doesn’t matter how you feel. It doesn’t matter what you want. Who you are doesn’t matter. What you perceive isn’t real. 

Mary gaslights John in the majority of their canonical interactions. I’ve posted about this before, but their opening scene in HLV is classic gaslighting. 

John: Look, is it Sherlock Holmes you want? Because I’ve not seen him in ages.
Mary: About a month. 

Correcting his perceptions in front of a third party.

Kate: Who’s Sherlock Holmes?
Mary: (To John): See? That does happen.

And again. 

Mary: Seriously?
John: Why not? She’s not going to the police. Someone’s got to get him.
Mary: Why you?
John: I’m being neighbourly.
Mary: Since when?

Questioning his motives. Then there’s this lovely bit: 

Mary: Why are you being so…
John (while physically trying to leave the scene): What?
Mary: I don’t know. What’s the matter with you?
John (yelling): There is nothing the matter with me. Imagine I said that without shouting.
Mary: I’m trying. 

Now Mary has belittled John to the point of anger, leading to him attempting to leave the scene, and with her last line here, makes it seem as though John is the aggressor. That’s another classic move. She hasn’t succeeded in getting him to apologise yet, but that’s the eventual aim: to make John feel as though he was in the wrong all along. Then Mary makes it clear that John isn’t going to be permitted to leave without her and tries to expressly forbid him from going. He gives in and Mary not only comes, but drives - she takes over. If that isn’t enough, she then points and laughs at the tyre lever John gets out of the trunk. 

Mary: What is that??
John: It’s a tyre lever.
Mary: Why?

Why indeed, Mary? Why would John Watson want to arm himself upon going into a smack house? Why ask that, except to belittle John still more, make him feel ridiculous? This behaviour continues throughout Mary’s actual life. She doesn’t feel, upon having shot John’s best friend in the heart, any need to apologise, and she feels completely justified in castigating John over not having spoken to her in months (again, the aggressor turning the tables on the victim here). She refers to John and Sherlock as a dog and a pig at various times. She insinuates that their friendship is only possible with her there to broker it. She traps John into a pregnancy that was clearly a surprise to him. She uses her own death scene to manipulate John into feeling guilty, citing that her alias of “Mary Morstan” was her favourite one ever, while still owning ninja assassin outfits, firearms, and drug-infused papers like a Cold War spy. She literally tells Sherlock to get himself killed or kill himself, “go to hell, Sherlock”, she snarls in a video that magically pre-dates her death. 

“Go to hell, Sherlock.” - “Mary Morstan”, The Six Thatchers

And now, not only does Mary Morstan claim credit for having “created” a friendship that managed to survive despite everything she did to them both, but the creators of this monstrous character have validated it, as @constancecream posted here. Who they are doesn’t matter. Who they were before Mary ever came into their lives doesn’t matter. They’re whatever she says they are. The creators are gaslighting the audience through their precious ninja assassin/mommy in turned-up jeans/Mary Sue. 

We observed: a woman who shot Sherlock in the heart, who lied to John from start to finish, who uses gaslighting and reverse psychology (”if you read it, you won’t love me anymore”) to bend him to her will. We were told that consequences don’t matter when you’re Mary Morstan; they only matter when you’re Sherlock Holmes. We were told that Sherlock and John being on the side of the angels doesn’t matter when it comes to the women they “need” to be with - someone who murders for personal gain, and an employee of Moriarty’s who betrayed her nation for personal benefit. We were told that being evil only matters if you’re male; otherwise it’s sexy or cute or both. We were told that our observations were wrong: Mary was never a villain - hey, nobody’s perfect! Mr & Mrs Psychopath it is! This isn’t the only place they did this to us. We were shown a tarmac scene so starkly sober and heartbreaking that we barely batted an eyelash at Moriarty’s seeming return. And then they told us it was all a silly drug trip, whee, are those ginger nuts????, and it left a flat taste in our mouths. Because we were told that what we saw wasn’t what we had really seen after all.

What we saw isn’t what we saw. What we observed doesn’t matter. Who Mary really is doesn’t matter. Who Sherlock and John already were doesn’t matter. Listen to nothing but Mary’s voice; that’s all that matters. 

They gaslit us. 

that one post about the summer science camp and the kids covered in shaving cream eating the watermelon alien eggs in the middle of the night isnt even surprising.  Like all the comments on it are like “wtf is this” but those people have never been to a summer camp.  As someone who went to one from 8th to 12th grade, summer camps are surreal and just plain weird like

  • that one year where the entire group had an intense obsession with old bay seasoning.  old bay got put on everything. pasta. sandwiches. chips. pudding. a guy snorted it
  • same kid also drank dirty taco dishwater on a dare
  • flies on leashes
  • one of the guys had 4 pairs of decorative boxers.  he shared them with 3 other guys and they wore them over their shorts for at least 3 days.  they wore them in public.  theres a picture of them doing model poses in front of a waterfall wearing fluorescent decorative boxers over their shorts
  • a girl deadpan goes “i am the captain now” and then pushes our counselor out of the raft into the white water rapids.  he was cool with it
  • the 2 guys that shared a canoe and tipped their boat 7 times in 30 min
  • everyone imitates a velociraptor when you cross that specific field on the hike. no one questions it
  • the indestructable piece of firewood that became a minor deity
  • hearing coughing and screaming in the tents at 12 am because someone decided to kill all the bugs on the ceiling of their tent with a 10 second long spray of 40% deet aerosol bug repellent
  • someone put a frog in a kids shower.  he let it stay in there with him.  he kept it for the next 5 hours.  it sat by his bowl at dinner
  • pillow fight using entire couch cushions in a shabby 1800′s log cabin
  • on the last night at camp we go back to the main property where the hotel is. the hotel kitchen has a cookie jar.  we wanted cookies.  so logically, we dressed in all black, put black mesh kits over our heads, grabbed a bunch of pool noodles, and “snuck” up to the half mile to the hotel, dropping to the ground anytime a car passed vaguely in our direction.  we send a kid into the kitchen through a side door.  he is acting as a decoy to get the staff out of the kitchen.  he says he is a guest and cannot find the bathrooms (especially not the one in his guest room). he is still wearing the mock ninja attire.  the last 2 staff leave to show him where the bathroom is in his own room that he doesnt actually have.  everyone else in our group goes into the kitchen to get the cookies. the cookie jar is empty.  we end up taking a half eaten loaf of wonder bread instead.  we run back away from the hotel waving pool noodles in the air holding a loaf of wonder bread.  no one questioned any part of this entire event. 

basically dont underestimate the surrealist hive mind of a small group of people cut of from all social conventions for a week