This fucker just seriously doesn’t know when to shut up. He really doesn’t. We’re treated to yet another round of Nick Spencer trying to pretend that it’s totally fine to be having explicitly anti-Nazi superheroes–in this case a fucking holocaust survivor—join up with Hydra.

The Magneto thing is beyond ridiculous. Magneto would agree himself:

But even the fucking idea that “okay, well they were once connected with Nazis but now they’re just fascists ^^ “ like no. Fuck you.

A holocaust survivor would not be cool with the organization that sprang out of the group of people who carried out the genocide of his people and imprisoned him. Jews, we’re the people of collective memory. We’re the people of strong oral tradition who make a point of not fucking forgetting. A patch farhailkt zich un a vort gedenkt zich: a slap heals but a harsh word is remembered. 

This is objectively the highest level of bullshit Marvel could be pulling, and at best it’s to exploit this reaction I and many others are having right now to make a splash. Given Spencer shoving his head further up his ass every day, it’s probably time we start thinking about that “at worst.”

This is Nex (AKA Nexus)

He’s a horrible person.

An incredibly nasty, bad tempered Vortian who really, really hates Irkens.

He called their betrayal from the beginning and worked with other like-minded aliens to try to sabotage Irken-Alien relations even back on his home planet, Vort. Because of this, he was labeled as a terrorist and has quite the bounty on his head to lock him up in space jail again–or to be brought down, permanently.

He’s escaped prison several times because no technology nor locks can hold him longer than a few weeks. His notoriety gained him a considerable amount of followers and thusly he formed his gang, known as the Objectors.

Now he roams around the galaxy with his band of Irken-hating jerkbags, effectively just a gang of thugs, making life exceedingly difficult for the Irken Empire. Nex takes great pleasure in torturing green space goblins, especially dunking them in dirty, polluted water so they burn AND drown. The Bathtub is greatly feared by the Empire.

Trivia from the Invader ZIM Comic

I don’t see enough posts about the IZ comic, which is a shame because it’s awesome and hilarious. Here are some tidbits about IZ canon from the comics that I think might interest you:

  • Vortians (Vorts?) reproduce sexually. Prisoner 777 has three kids that ZIM is currently holding hostage.
  • Yes, Dib and Gaz’s last name is Membrane.
  • Dib is allergic to cats and possibly animal hair in general.
  • ZIM has difficulty telling the genders of humans apart. Because of this, he is not actually 100% sure that Dib is a boy. 
  • ZIM apparently believes that all humans eventually explode, like it’s part of their natural life cycle or something.
  • On a related note, Nick might have exploded in the time between the comic and the show.
  • ZIM has no best friend, according to ZIM. Also according to everyone else.
  • One issue shows that ZIM is destined to achieve everything he wishes to accomplish. ZIM and Dib accidentally travel into the future and find that ZIM has successfully conquered Earth, remade it in his image, and has even gained the respect of the Tallests. He is defeated, however, by Dib and his past self.
  • Incidentally, future ZIM thinks present ZIM is an idiot.
  • Also, in that future, ZIM has visibly aged, but the Tallests have not. Must be pretty good healthcare on the Massive.
  • I mean, for the Tallests.
  • Dib thinks that Ms. Bitters is a perfectly normal human teacher. No, really.
  • ZIM seems to have kind of a shitty memory in general. When prompted, he doesn’t remember the Star Donkey kicking the Earth into the sun in issue 3 or humiliating Dib on a cosmic scale in issue 2. This actually lines up with the show, where ZIM didn’t recognize SIZZ-LORR until he put on his hat, didn’t seem to recall escaping Foodcourtia at all at first, and (rather hysterically) denied ever turning into bologna or working with Dib to fix it. 
forskellen på at elske og at være forelsket:

det har efterhånden rumsteret i mit hovedet i nogen tid, og jeg valgte så at google mig frem til et (om ikke andet) midlertidigt svar på disse essentielle dele af følelsesregisteret. 
I won’t take credit for it. har såmen bare oversat hovedpointerne i hvad en fremmedsproget webside fortalte mig af konkrete svar. Tænkte at dele det herinde til andre folk, der af resultat af et porøst hjerte, har lagt sit hovede i blød ligesom mig:

at være forelsket er at ville have en anden og eje en del af en anden person for at være glad. at tro og mene at en anden er så fantastisk, at du må have ham/hende i dit liv. 

at elske er at have for brug en anden for at være glad. du vil ikke kun have personen, men også give dig selv til den anden, så han/hun kan få dele af dig. det handler ikke om ejerskab, men om hvad der er bedst for den individuelle. 

at være forelsket er at have konstante ‘’høje’’ følelser. du flyver på toppen af en sky, hvor du aldrig vil komme ned frivilligt. 

at elske er at have følelser der bosætter sig og svinger. det handler mere om tanker end følelser. at ønske det bedste/gøre det bedste for den andens lykke og bekymre sig. 

at være forelsket er at søge efter et mål. dette gør forelskelsen så spændende, da man hele tiden vil have mere. man vil bruge mere tid på denne, lære denne bedre at kende og bygge et bedre forhold.

at elske er ikke en søgen efter målstregen, da dette mål allerede er opnået. dette skræmmer menneskeligheden, der har en trang til at ville gøre alt bedre. man må vedligeholde og styrke hvad man allerede har. 

at være forelsket er at tro, at man bekymrer sig om den anden meget mere end man egentligt gør. kroppens kemikalier og eufori får dig til at tro at ham/hende er den bedste person i verden. den konstante længsel er en påmindelse om den anden.

at elske er ikke lige så let at blive mindet om, selvom livet har det med at minde en om det, ved at gøre dem ondt og holde den anden væk fra en. når adskillelsen sker, vil man blive overvældet af følelser, da man tit har glemt, hvor meget man elsker den anden. 

at være forelsket kan stoppe igen. hvad der går op må også komme ned. fall in love - fall out of love. virkeligheden stemmer ikke altid overens, med den romantiserede version, hjernen har kreeret. 

at elske forsvinder aldrig helt. at elske nogen definerer lige så meget hvem man selv er. dem der har betydet noget og haft en effekt i vort liv forsvinder aldrig helt. de forlader mon nok ens liv, men aldrig helt ens hovede. mindet og indflydelsen er en stærk følelse.
man kan ikke stoppe med at elske nogen, da det ville kræve, at man stoppede med at elske en del af sig selv.


How This Jewish Couple Balances Their Queer Identity With Faith

Not only did this Jewish couple work to reconcile their faith with their queerness for themselves and for their community, but they also brilliantly adapted the traditional Jewish wedding ceremony to fit with their identities. For example, they “put a queer-inclusive spin” on their wedding contract, as well as opting for a “non-gender-segregated take on the vort, a ritual that involves the breaking of a ceramic plate which signifies the seriousness of the engagement.”

We love hearing how folks bring their faith and LGBTQ identities together in the most beautiful and creative ways– keep it coming!!

(Also, how gorgeous are their wedding photos?! Just saying.)

Gian Lorenzo Bernini (Napoli 1598 – Roma 1680)

Fontana dei quattro fiumi

1648-51, Roma, Piazza Navona

Statue in marmo bianco, struttura in travertino, obelisco romano in granito; h totale 30 m


A vorte ritorneno. E anfatti ecchime quane. Avevo detto che me pijiavo na pausa e così è stato, e così è, che nun ce vojo avè più ‘a scadenza de un post a settimana, come che dovessi da timbrà er cartellino (che c’è chi dovrebbe e nu ‘o fa, mannaggia a loro, ma io sto qua pe divertimme mica pe lavorà).

E dunque, siccome che v’aavevo promessa, ecco ‘a fontana dii quattro fiumi de Bernini. Si ve ricordate, Bernini era caduto in disgrazia cor papa Innocenzo X Pamphili coll’acca, pe via che era stato l’artista preferito der papa Urbano VIII Barberini coll’api, che ste du famije nun se poteveno vedè.

Senonchè, er papa Innocenzo eccetera eccetera, ciaveva na particolare ideuzza de abbellì Piazza Navona, pe er motivo non indifferente che er palazzo de famija suo affacciava appunto su ‘a suddetta piazza. E fece na gara pubblica, che tutti l’artisti de Roma poteveno presentà l’idea loro pe na bella fontana da piazzà ar centro, e ‘a mejo averebbe vinto. Tutti, tranne Bernini, che pe espressa volontà der papa era stato escluso d’aappalto, che sto Bernini ar papa je stava popo sui cojoni.

Ma Bernini, che come ar solito ce annava in puzza, ciaveva na bella idea paa fontanella, e che fece? Fece un modellino in argento e ‘o regalò aa cognata der papa, Olimpia. Quanno che er papa vide er modellino esclamò: “Anvedi, bello! Me piace! Vojo questo aho! Chi t’haa dato? Chi ‘ha fatto? Che ‘a firma nun ce sta”. E Olimpia “Eh, veramente ‘ha fatto er sor Bernini…” “Li mortè!” sbottò er papa (e subito pensò “mortacci tua Bernì, mo me devo puro annà a confessà”), “Te giuro je vorebbe menà a Bernini, però me possino cecamme sto modello è er mejo. Oramai l’ho detto e tocca che mantengo ‘a parola”. E diede a Bernini ‘a commissione daa fontana.

Mo nun se sa si è vero o leggenda, ma io v’ho detta comunque. E poi ce stanno mille antri significati nascosti e mille aneddoti, ma ve ne dico solo arcuni sinnò quii pochi che sò rimasti se ne vanno.

In pratica ‘e quattro statue sò i quattro fiumi che rappresenteno i quattro continenti (l’Australia l’aveveno pe puzza appena avvistata e ancora nu ‘a carcolaveno): er Danubio pe l’Europa, er Gange pe l’Asia, Er Nilo pe l’Africa e er Rio daa Plata p’Aamerica. E poi ce stanno vari simboli pe ‘e varie parti der monno, tipo cavallo pe l’Europa, leone pe l’Africa, e na specie de misto tra un coccordillo, n’armadillo e Paperino p’Aamerica. E in cima, tanto pe strafà, Bernini cià piazzato ‘n obelisco, come cilieggina su ‘a torta, in bilico su i quattro bracci de sta specie de grotta, come a dì “sò bravo o nun sò bravo?”

E infine se dice che mentre Bernini stava a fà ‘a fontana, Boromini, er rivale suo, stava a costruì ‘a chiesa de fronte, Sant’Agnese; e se dice che pe sto motivo er Rio daa Plata arza er braccio come a dì “Bada che cade!”, mentre er Nilo addirittura se copre ’a faccia co un cencio pe nun vedella da quant’era brutta. Ma nun è vero, de questo semo sicuri. E in reartà ‘a testa der Nilo è velata perché ‘e sorgenti der Nilo ancora nun se conosceveno, che ce provareno poi in tanti a trovalle compreso er dottor Livingstone suppongo e infine pare l’abbieno scoperte i tedeschi ma ‘a questione è ancora dibattuta quinni vedete che c’è ancora tanto da studià ar monno.

E ve rilascio, ma no pe sempre. E soprattutto restate in campana e nun m’abbandonate, che potrebbero essece presto dee belle novità, e nun ve dico gnent’antro pe nun rovinà ‘a saspens.

Maurits Cornelis Escher (Leeuwarden 1898 – Laren 1972)



litografia, 27,7 cm × 29,2 cm


Escher è mejo der mago Sylvan. È arguto, te fa ‘e scale che nun porteno da nisuna parte, li coridoi che se rintorcineno su de sé, illusioni ottiche, giochi de prospettiva, na mano che disegna na mano che disegna na mano eccetera, case e strade come labirinti senza fine, che te dici anavedi, ammazza, fico. Te mette sotto all’occhi ‘e stranezze e i paradossi daa scienza; te illude e te inganna, ma te invece de incazzatte sei contento, perché così te pare che hai capito na cosa difficilissima. Escher te dice che a vorte er monno è assurdo, e tutti subbito a daje ragione, perché è ‘a cosa più facile da dì quanno nun capimo o nun ce va de annà a fonno a ‘e cose: ma subito dopo tira fori ‘a matita dar cilindro e te dice che lui, artista e scienziato modestamente eccerso, st’assurdo too po’ rappresentà, ecchetelo tiè, sim-sala-bim! e te guardi er quadro e te viè come na vertigine e te spunta quer sorisetto, come quanno ripensi aa trama der firm e de botto capisci tutto all'indietro dar colpo de scena finale. E te senti rassicurato che pure l’arte aa fin fine è na cosa che cià un senso, che è ancora capace de fatte fà “oooohh!!” , de stupitte co effetti speciali. E’ bravissimo Escher, capimose. Anfatti quanno nun sanno che mostra fà, fanno na mostra de Escher, come er cinepanettone. Je piace a tutti de vince facile.

Vortian messages

-After a day of preparation, Susan was fully ready to go to Vort, setting the coordinates Ritz gave her to her handy teleportation device.-

“So, this shouldn’t take me long, okay Izzy? It’ll be three days max. Just tell computer to track me down if I’d be gone for too long.”

-She gave him a brave smile, reassuring herself she’ll be fine in the process.-

“Now, give me a goodbye hug. I promise I’ll come back, alright? Irkens on Vort shouldn’t care if a human is there or not.”

[ @littlegreeneyedinvader ]

susanswierdblog  asked:

"Well... if that's true, I could try and find them!" Susan looked at Ritz, wanting to help. "Maybe I could track them down. I'm kind of good at that."

“You can try but there’s no way they got off Vort.” Ritz crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head to the side. He was about to cry and he was trying to keep it together. He missed his parents, he missed being around other vortians, and he missed being home.