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JOHNNY STORM IS OFFICIALLY BI/PAN

Marjorie Liu, who wrote Johnny briefly during his appearance in Daken: Dark Wolverine #4, confirmed on twitter very recently that Johnny and Daken had a sexual relationship. 

Johnny’s bi/pansexuality is canon now, although, probably because of the Fantastic Four’s current lack of popularity, not one sound was made about it in the media or in the Marvel fandom.

It’s not as if there’s nothing in canon itself to back up Liu’s statement. In 2005′s Spectacular Spider-Man #21, Johnny openly admits to having slept with at least one nonbinary alien: 

In Fantastic Four #563, we even find out that there’s an alternate universe version of Johnny – in which he’s the older of the Storm siblings – where he is the one who is married to Reed Richards, not Sue:

In The New Mutants: Superheroes and the Radical Imagination of American Comics, comics scholar Ramzi Fawaz traces Johnny’s history as a queer figure all the way back to his initial appearance Fantastic Four #1, so Johnny is not only currently queer, he has always implicitly been written that way.

Sometimes the hints were subtle, like in his Fantastic Four #309 trip to Fire Island, which was, at the time it was published, a notorious gay vacation spot.

And sometimes the hints were more overt:

Maybe it’s just me, but I think that the fact that Johnny Storm, part of Marvel’s First Family and one of the founding members of the Fantastic Four, the team that is responsible for making the Marvel universe what it is today and which was once Marvel’s most popular and influential property, is officially bi/pan IS A BIG DEAL. 

JOHNNY STORM, FOUNDING MEMBER OF THE FANTASTIC FOUR AND MARVEL’S FIRST FAMILY, IS OFFICIALLY BI/PAN. IT’S IMPORTANT.

anonymous asked:

Bedannibal- Addams Family AU

AUs are not my thing, but I do adore the similarities between Bedelia/ Hannibal and Morticia/ Gomez, so please accept this ficlet instead. Hope it’s not too silly.

Cara Mia

“You cannot be serious,” Bedelia looks between the clothes laid out on the bed and the invitation in her hand. The small, ecru card with black and gold letters could be considered elegant. Almost elegant, if it weren’t for the little jack-o-lantern printed in the bottom corner.

“You expect us to attend a costume party?”

“It is a Halloween party, actually,” Hannibal specifies, as if that made it somehow better.

“The Italians do not celebrate Halloween, as far as I am aware.”

“You are correct. This is for the benefit of the American scholars and patrons. A bit of cultural exchange so to speak.”

“Any cultural aspect of this holiday is long forgotten. I am surprised you are interested in such a crass event,” Bedelia regards him curiously.

“As a new member of the faculty, it is important I keep my appearances.”

“Is it wise to engage? Some guests from the States might recognize you,” she presses on.

“The only person they will recognize is Dr Fell. I have quite a reputation,” Hannibal’s modesty is definitely not making an appearance any time soon.

Bedelia’s eyes turn to the clothing items; a long-sleeved black dress and a suit with stripped jacket.

“I thought we can attend as Morticia and Gomez Addams,” he explains, noticing her gaze, “unless you had something else in mind.”

The shards in her eyes gleam at him, but Hannibal merely smiles.

“Do you oppose the idea of couples’ costume?”

“I oppose the idea of a costume,” she retorts.

But a new thought appears in her mind.

“Why did you choose those outfits?” she asks, seeing an opportunity to further her knowledge of his mind.

“I enjoyed watching the TV show when I was young,” he replies swiftly.

Bedelia knows he is not telling her everything. Her eyes do not leave his and she says nothing.

“The characters remind me of us,” he continues after a moment.

“How so?”

“He is the one given to carelessness and she is the more control, careful element in their marriage.”

Hannibal pauses.

“She is a guiding force in his life. Much more of a one than he would like to admit,” a boyish smile appears on his lips.

The one that makes him look almost shy, the one that comes into sight whenever he talks about matters close to his heart.

“Do not expect me to wear a wig,” she says firmly, yet her gaze softens.

“I would never,” he approaches her, takes a strand of her hair and curls is around his finger, tugging ever so slightly. A shiver of pleasure races down her spine.

“Fine. We will attend.”

The night of the party arrives and Bedelia takes out the dress that was left forgotten in her wardrobe. She puts in on and is relieved to see it does not look ridiculous. On the contrary, it’s elegant and lustrous, gently hugging her curves. Nothing like a Halloween costume. She appreciates his effort.

Bedelia proceeds to straighten her hair, all smooth and glossy, reaching past her shoulder. Next, she does her make-up, topping it all off with lip stick, crimson red.

She applies the finishing touches, when Hannibal walks into the bedroom. His hair sleeked back, he looks as handsome as ever, even in the extravagant stripped jacket.

His eyes widen when he sees her. “Bellisima.”

The corners of her lips tilt in a small smile. “I believe you are missing a moustache.”

“I did not want you to find me ludicrous.”

“I wouldn’t,” she surprises herself with the comment, and even more when she guides him to her vanity. She perches next to him and takes out a black make-up pencil. Then she begins to apply it above his upper lip, with care and precision, gently cradling his face with her other hand. Upon finishing, she admires the result, pleased with her work.

Her hands move to adjust his bow tie and straighten his lapel. Hannibal says nothing but his hand reaches over to rest on the small of her back. They sit in silence for a brief moment, before finally getting up and making their way to the car waiting for them outside.

The event proves to be more pleasant than expected, the decorations are tasteful and the drinks delectable. Yet Bedelia does not notice any of this. She spends the evening in Hannibal’s arms as they glide across the dance floor.

Hannibal holds her close, his lips brush over the sensitive shell of her ear and he whispers Cara Mia.

August 4: The artists from Mirror Cells host an evening of presentations and conversations about their work with an interdisciplinary group of scholars, performers and curators. Tickets at whitney.org

Installation view of Mirror Cells (May 13—August 21, 2016). Whitney Museum of American Art, New York. Photograph by Genevieve Hanson, N.Y.

washingtonpost.com
Calls emerge for a boycott of the White House Correspondents’ Association dinner
Annual dinner becomes controversial in the age of Trump.
By http://facebook.com/ellenmccarthywriting

So far:

  • Vanity Fair and the New Yorker have cancelled
  • Comedian Samantha Bee is planning an alternative event, “Not the White House Correspondents’ Dinner”
  • The writer for the American House of Cards has said the press should boyott the dinner, or “leave when Trump speaks”
  • Reza Aslan (Iranian American scholar and author) tweeted, “I swear to God, any reporter or journalist who attends this should be boycotted.”

But other people have speculated that Trump himself may not show up depending on who they invite to headline the night.

I don’t which would be better. Hollywood and the media shunning the event, like they did with his failure of an inauguration, or a series of comedians roasting him and his administration to his face, then leaving when he gets up to speak?

#MakeTrumpCry

#MakeTrumpCry2k17

Colorized photo of Edmonia Lewis in 1870, which makes it the oldest photo I’ve done to date (though I am currently working on one that’s even older, so stay tuned :-) ).

She was the first African American (and Native American) woman to earn international fame as a fine art sculptor at a time when slavery still existed. By the end of her life she was still the only African American woman to be recognized in the mainstream American arts scene. In 2002, one African American scholar considered her one of the 100 greatest African Americans.

Most of her career was spent in Italy where the opportunities afforded to black artists was much greater than in America at that time. One of her most famous pieces, The Death of Cleopatra, was put on display at Centennial Exposition in Philadelphia in 1876. Among other notable accomplishments, she was also commissioned by President Ulysses S. Grant to sculpt his portrait.

Ugh, when anthropologists try to be ~so radical~ by pointing out that the model of individual selfhood abstracted from social contexts and with strict, clearq characteristics and impermeable boundaries isn’t a universal one, as an argument against multiplicity

It’s like

1) We’re contextualized in a society where that is the dominant model. We’d be different in a different society. Congrats, welcome to anthro 101.

(Every syndrome is a culture-bound syndrome.)

2) Don’t act like that’s not the model you’re using in day-to-day life either, American-born scholar???

- Thomas

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THINKMEXICAN
The Mestizo Concept: A Product of European Imperialism

Before Latino and Hispanic, there was Mestizo. All created by colonizers to have us hate ourselves. This essay by Native American scholar Jack Forbes is still relevant several decades after it was first published. It is a must read for any Mexican seeking to understand how identity labels are constructed, and how they are able to keep many of us mentally enslaved hundreds of years after they were created. Let’s decolonize.

Katherine Siva Saubel (1920-2011) was a Native American scholar who dedicated her life and career to the effort of preserving the language, culture, and history of the Cahuilla people, to which she belonged. She was one of the most renowned and respected Native American leaders in the state of California.

Worried that the native people were only learning English and forgetting their own language, she made various efforts to maintain it, such as the publication of a reference grammar, a dictionary, and a textbook of Cahuilla. She also opened a reservation museum in Banning, California for the purpose of exhibiting her numerous historical artifacts. She was awarded the Chancellor’s Medal by the University of California – the highest honour the institution has to offer.

THUNDERBIRD (pages 92-95)

    “The thunderbird is a gigantic bird drawn from the mythology of the American Indian. Most scholars believe that the thunderbird myth was based on the condor, or possibly the eagle. But there are a few who believe that the Indian story of the thunderbird started with the observations of a truly gigantic, yet unknown, bird. And there have been suggestions that the unknown giant bird has survived into fairly recent times, and may even be alive today.

    “According to one of the most persistent of the modern thunderbird stories, in 1886 a group of ranchers living in the vicinity of Tombstone, Arizona, shot and killed a monster bird. They nailed it up, wings outstretched on the side of a barn, and took a picture of it. In order to give a size comparison, six men stood in front of the bird either their arms outstretched, fingertips touching. Six average-sized men with outstretched arms would cover a distance of between thirty to thirty-six feet, meaning that the bird nailed to the barn would have had a wingspread of about that size.

    “The figure is an astonishing one, for the California condor, one of the largest of living birds, has a wingspread of a paltry six to eight feet. Ostriches and other birds of that type are much larger than the condor, but since they don’t fly, they don’t count in this discussion.

    “The thunderbird photograph was supposed to have been printed in the newspaper the Tombstone Epitaph. But a search of the files of the newspaper reveal no trace of such a picture. Cryptozoologist Ivan Sanderson said that he once had a copy of that particular photo in his files, but it disappeared. No one else seems to be able to find a copy, though a number of people (including the author) vaguely recall having seen it at one time. Such a photo could easily have been faked, and only an examination of the original, if such a thing exists, would be able to determine its worth as evidence.

    “Another version of the Tombstone thunderbird story holds that the creature that was shot was not a bird at all, but a smooth-skinned featherless monster with enormous jaws and razor-sharp teeth. Most astonishing in this tale were the monster’s wings that were supposed to be thin membranes of skin which measured up to 160 feet from tip to tip!

    “The whole idea could be dismissed as just a wilder version of an already wild legend, except for one thing. This creature sounds a lot like one of the ancient flying reptiles called pterosaurs, The existence of pterodactyls, pterosaurs, was known before this story began to circulate. However, in 1972, long after the tale of the reptilelike thunderbird had been discussed, the fragmentary remains of an unknown but truly gigantic species of pterosaur were discovered in Big Bend National Park, in southwestern Texas. This ancient creature may have had a wingspread of up to 50 feet, twice as large as any previously known pterosaur, and so large that conventional scientific wisdom holds that the thing couldn’t become airborne at all. Yet there it was, and conventional scientific wisdom has been revised to fit the new discovery. These remains were found in the heartland of the thunderbird legend, and while the wingspan of this creature does not match the 160 feet of the second thunderbird story, it matches and surpasses the wingspan of the creature in the original story attributed (incorrectly) to the Tombstone Epitaph.

    “There are a couple of giant-bird stories from the East as well. There is the case of a private-plane pilot who was flying along the Hudson Valley in May 1961 when he sighted what appeared to be another and slightly larger plane in the vicinity. This other ‘plane’ seemed to be trying to chase him. In an attempt to get a closer look at the hostile ‘plane,’ the pilot circled back. Then he noticed that the other ‘plane’ began flapping its wings, and that it wasn’t a plane at all but an enormous bird. The pilot departed the area in great haste.

    “Another case involves the crash of a United Airlines plane in a wooded area of Maryland near Washington D.C., in November 1962. There were no survivors of the crash, but on the wreckage were found traces of blood and feathers. Investigators for the government said that the plane had collided with a flock of geese, a few of which were sucked into the plane’s engine, causing it to crash. Predictably, there are those who snort at such suggestions. They point to gouges and slashes on the plane’s tail assembly and insist that it had been attacked and brought down by an angry thunderbird.”

See also: ROC

The first in my series of #BadassBabes is Angela Yvonne Davis. Davis was an international symbol of the black liberation movement of the 1960/1970s and is an iconic American political activist, scholar and writer who advocates for the oppressed. Probably one of the most stylish activists in her time, her look makes for a super cool costume! 

**Please be culturally respectful and responsible when dressing up for halloween. Cultural appropriation is real!**