everyone else always seems to fucking get cool shit and i always get like “gel manipulation” and “using dust along w/ your fighting style”
Not bad.... I would be eco version of Mr freeze

everyone else always seems to fucking get cool shit and i always get like “gel manipulation” and “using dust along w/ your fighting style”
Not bad.... I would be eco version of Mr freeze
I want everybody who’s calling Ken a Trophy Husband to know that he’s actually a Trophy Boyfriend, because when Ruth Handler invented Ken in the 1960s, she was adamant that he would never marry her and instead be her “handsome steady”, so that Barbie remained a figure of independence for the little girls and was never put in the position of housewife.
Her house is hers. She bought it and furnished it with money she made in her own job. In STEM, in politics, in healthcare, in fashion, in academy, in customer service. Her credit card is in her name (women in the US couldn’t have their own regardless of marital status until 1974). And it’s all pink and fashionable because femininity and badassness aren’t mutually exclusive. No matter who you are, you can be anything.
That’s why Barbie’s slogan is “you can be anything”. Teaching these ideals to little girls is why Barbie was created. Empowering women and empowering femininity is the original meaning of the Barbie doll. It’s not that you have to be all this to be a woman, but if you are all or some of this, you too are awesome.
And somehow pop culture deliberately changed that narrative. Sexualised, bimbofied, and villainised her, when she actually isn’t responsible for the impossible beauty standards — people are, she’s just a stylised, not-to-scale toy like most others.
Men are frothing because he’s just Ken and I guess they were expecting her to be just Barbie, but that’s exactly what Ken is. Canonically. A badass woman’s himbo boyfriend.
This movie has the potential to change the way we collectively see Barbie radically into what Ruth Handler’s intended, I’m so very excited
It’s also important that while her physical proportions have been subject to a lot of criticism for being unrealistic (and they are), there’s a reason she has an exaggeratedly hourglass figure. Ruth Handler wanted to make it explicitly clear that this was an adult woman. Not a baby doll or any kind of doll that encouraged a little girl to pretend to be its mother. The whole reason she created Barbie was because her daughter only had baby dolls and no adult dolls that would let her pretend to be something other than a mother or maybe babysitter.
Investors were hesitant to back a doll that had boobs. Because a doll having boobs might be construed as being sexual! But Ruth was like “women have boobs, there’s nothing wrong with boobs, fuck off with your combo body-and-slut-shaming.” (Note that later in her life, Ruth Handler also invented fake breasts for women who’d undergone a mastectomy due to breast cancer - obviously there are problems with equating boobs with womanhood, but in a time when women were largely supposed to have them & be sexy with them BUT simultaneously be ashamed to have them, she saw them as an empowering symbol of femininity.)
A mark on your forehead identifies the god you must worship to stay alive, usually by joining its local church or temple. Your mark is unknown, meaning an old, forgotten god sponsored you. To survive, you must either find an old temple to worship at, or do the arduous task of building a new one
Nobody in your small coastal village has ever seen the Godmark that you were born with. It’s a dark russet sequence of criss-crossing lines, with a vertical arrowhead on the left and a circle on the right, just over where your brow meets your temple. Some of the traders who come down from the mountain say it looks like one of the scripts used in the hinterlands, but not a language that any of them recognize.
“If she’s got the temperament for it, she should try her luck inland,” they advise. “No point her starting a temple here if she’d find her people elsewhere, with a little searching.”
At first, your parents are reluctant to send you away. Though you’re well-behaved and diligent in your chores, you’re a sickly child with no God to worship. And besides, you’ve always been the dreamy type–inclined to lose track of time watching the path of rain droplets chasing down the window, or the fronds of an anemone as it sways in a rock pool.
Instead, they send you to the temple of the Storm to learn all you’ll need for your own God. You are happy there, for a time: making up beds and serving food to the castaways who pass through, keeping vigil at the lighthouse, burning incense and praying with the loyal widows and orphans of the drowned.
One such widow, an old, old lady, touches the mark on your forehead. “I recognise those letters. We wrote this way in the town where I grew up, way off past the mountains.”
Your heartbeat quickens. “What does it say!?”
She squints, eyes engulfed by wrinkles and hidden behind smudged glass. “A… Ar… Oh, I can’t remember how to speak it. I left before I learnt my letters properly. There was a war, you know. But I remember,” she says, mistily, “the most beautiful pink and white flowers used to grow, on the borders of the wheat fields…”
You try to ask more questions, but remembering the war distresses her, and so you speak of other things. When she’s drifted off to sleep, you get to your feet, go home and tell your parents: you are leaving in search of your God.
ur government assigned gender for the day is the first thing u get when u click this link to a randomised wikipedia article. NO REROLLS . i am the trollsteineggje mountain in norway
When you make the decision to quit a few online obsessions and the first thing that happens is that you ex decides to test your resolve... ( writing with said ex night be one of the things that I quit)
When you get more excited about the killing of dear old Julius than your narcissistic cousin's birthday on the 15th of March 🗡️🗡️
reminds me of when some old church in Sweden was cleaning out their storage and they forgot they had left like 80 medieval corpses in some ikea bags during renovations so somebody opened a closet door and it’s just
what the fuck kind of production quality on that video.......
Almost ashamed to admit as a nordic person: I have never owned one of those bags
Part 1 — Temporary Baby Acquisition
Part 2 — HE POUT ????
Part 3 — The Babygirl Agenda: Origins
Part 4 — Stuck in a Bookstore
Part 5 — Dior Bruce Wayne Supremacy
Part 6 — Please Sleep
Part 7 — GALA UNDER ATTACK
Part 8 — Stuck in an Elevator
Part 9 — Bruce Wayne is scared of bats?!
Part 10 — Lex Comes to Town
Part 11 — HIT THE DECK
Part 12 — Career Day in Gotham
Part 13 — Bruce Wayne is GAY????
Part 14 — The 30th Annual Wayne Business Convention
Part 15 — Monday: Puppies!!
Part 16 — Tuesday: Protecc Him
Part 17 — Wednesday: Crafts
Part 18 — Thursday: KIDNAPPED
Part 19 — Friday: The Seminar
Part 20 — Gotham's True Cryptid
Part 21 — Temporary Baby Acquisition II
Part 22 — Valentine's Day <3
Part 23 — "I'm used to it"
Part 24 — Weird Bruce Wayne Pics
Part 25 — Permanent Baby Acquisition
Part 26 — Richard "Dick" Grayson
Part 27 — Who's Batman?
Part 28 — A Baby!!!!
Part 29 — Magical Girl Bruce
Part 30 — A Kid on the Roof
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Def the star wars parody
babysitting baby luke
Uncel rRex would have been brilliant
Heres your semiregular reminder that opal is one of the worst possible gemstones for engagement rings and tumblr posts about how pretty opals are and how diamonds are bullshit and we should all wear opal rings are not actually well informed or your friends
@sirfoggybrain Of course!
So opals, as we all know, are gorgeous stones
I will at no point deny that, theyre stunning and look different from every angle and in every lighting, the plays of color are insane, and they can be used to make beautiful jewelry, including, unfortunately, engagement rings. Which then have the tedency to do what opals do best, which is break and chip
The problem with opals is their position on the mohs hardness scale: they are a 5.5 to a 6.5. This in on par with glass. You can break one of these with glass or a knife or any piece of metal. The woman on the left broke hers by accidentally knocking it against her desk. Engagement rings are meant to be worn every day, and they are worn on your hands, which are high contact body parts. Opals cannot properly hold up to everyday use, and will become damaged unless you are lucky. It is, in my opinion, best not to risk it- this is a special ring, your forever ring, an object that meant to be worn daily and symbolizes your love and is, if worst comes to worst, something to hawk if you are desperate for cash to continue to live. You do not want it to break. Moonstone- which is another one i see recommended a lot- is the same way. Engagement rings are special. I would not ever in good conscience be able to recommend something that fragile to be someones forever ring.
Diamonds are not recommended just because of the diamond industry (which is bad, i agree! Please make sure your diamond is ethical if you chose to get one, and my personal opinion is that lab made is better) but because they are the most durable stone out there. You cant break your diamond.
Theres nothing wrong with wanting a colorful, flashy engagement ring, but an opal is not the stone for you. You want a gemstone that is an 8+ on the hardness scale- so stones like emeralds (if youre careful with it!), rubies, sapphires (which come in all sorts of colors), moissanite (typically white, but with twice the fire and brilliance of a diamond), morganite, colored diamonds, and alexandrite are all good choices. Alexandrite even changes colors depending on lighting!
TL;DR: opals are too soft and fragile for an engagement ring. Get opal necklace instead, and pick a tougher stone for your engagement ring.
Topaz is also 8 on the Mohs scale, and Aquamarine is the same stone as Emerald but in a different colour. Both are also worth considering!
We here on tumblr, we like rock
There's a stone called Mystic Topaz, which is basically where they've welded this tiny tiny thin lil rainbow film to a topaz, so you get a really cool looking stone with great hardness, plus it's often lab made, so fairly cheap!
I think you misunderstand Faramir. He was daunted by his father: not only in the ordinary way of a family with a stern proud father of great force of character, but as a Númenórean before the chief of the one surviving Númenórean state. He was motherless and sisterless (Eowyn was also motherless), and had a 'bossy' brother. He had been accustomed to giving way and not giving his own opinions air, while retaining a power of command among men, such as a man may obtain who is evidently personally courageous and decisive, but also modest, fair-minded and scrupulously just, and very merciful.
I think he understood Eowyn very well. Also to be Prince of Ithilien, the greatest noble after Dol Amroth in the revived Númenórean state of Gondor, soon to be of imperial power and prestige, was not a 'market-garden job' as you term it. Until much had been done by the restored King, the P. of Ithilien would be the resident march-warden of Gondor, in its main eastward outpost - and also would have many duties in rehabilitating the lost the dreadful vale of Minas Ithil (Morgul).
I did not, naturally, go into territory, and clearing it of outlaws and orc-remnants, not to speak of details about the way in which Aragorn, as King of Gondor, would govern the realm. But it was made clear that there was much fighting, and in the earlier years of A.'s reign expeditions against enemies in the East. The chief commanders, under the King, would be Faramir and Imrahil; and one of these would normally remain a military commander at home in the King's absence.
A Númenórean King was monarch, with the power of unquestioned decision in debate; but he governed the realm with the frame of ancient law, of which he was administrator (and interpreter) but not the maker. In all debatable matters of importance domestic, or external, however, even Denethor had a Council, and a least listened to what the Lords of the Fiefs and the Captains of the Forces had to say. Aragorn re-established the Great Council of Gondor, and in that Faramir, who remained by inheritance the Steward (or representative of the King during his absence abroad, or sickness, or between his death and the accession of his heir) would [be] the chief counsellor.
from The Letters of JRR Tolkien, edited by Humphrey Carpenter, letter no. 244, a draft to a critical reader
always interested in metatext and grateful to OP for having posted this, although as with JKR it's a little like, if it's not in the text itself then it is in fact reasonable of people to question its absence, john—
having said that i'm afraid i got stuck on the photographed-but-not-transcribed portion of this which reads
Criticism of the speed of the relationship or ‘love’ of Faramir and Eowyn. In my experience feelings and decisions ripen very quickly (as measured by mere ‘clock-time’, which is actually not justly applicable) in periods of great stress, and especially under the expectation of imminent death. And I do not think that persons of high estate and breeding need all the petty fencing and approaches in matters of ‘love’. This tale does not deal with a period of ‘Courtly Love’ and its pretences; but with a culture more primitive (sc. less corrupt) and nobler. (bolding mine)
like. a LOT happening there!!
always interested in the way Tolkien talked about how the characters were more than just one thing
Dick: Hey guys what’s up?
Damian: Silence! this is a debate I intend to win.
Dick: huh?
Jason *eating popcorn* : You’re gonna wanna see this
Tim: BY FAR IT IS ONLY LOGICAL TO ASSUME-
Steph: LOGIC HAS NO PART YOU’RE JUST BIASED
Jason: They’re fighting over who was the loosest cannon Robin which caused the most chaos
Dick:
Dick *reaches for popcorn*
Jason *slaps his hand* : Nuh-uh Goldie only the one with the title of MOST CHAOTIC ROBIN gets to eat popcorn
Tim: YOU ARE A LITERAL ASSASSIN WHOS TRIED TO MURDER SEVERAL PEOPLE
Damian: REMIND ME OF YOUR BODYCOUNT?!
Dick: what now-
Drake: THAT WAS BARELY ANY AS ROBIN
Steph: Dudes I was literally Robin to piss off my dad and became friends with poison ivy and Harley
Jason: You’re all just competing for second place
Dick: .. wait what about me?
Everyone *stops and stares*
Damian: Nightwing, this is serious
Tim: Yeah dude I remember your reputation as Robin and you haven’t changed
Batman: .. are you all done with the bust?
Steph: BATSY! Just who we want to see! So.. tell us, who was the most chaotic robin ever
Batman *without hesitation* : Nightwing
Penguin *tied up after the bust* : Yeah it was blue
Damian:
Tim:
Steph:
Jason:
Dick *steals popcorn* : Y’all better start putting respect on my damn name
The Invisible Hand of Your Mom wiping your butt for you so you can pretend like you’re having Important Man Thoughts
This makes me think about how Emily Dickinson was writing her poems and suffering from chronic depression but still somehow found time to contribute to the housekeeping and do all the baking and look after her sick mother. The Brontes sisters too still had to run the house for their elderly father and addict brother (who by all accounts did nothing and slept most of the day) while writing their poems and novels. Women writers have never enjoyed this privilege. .
Jane Austen only had a small desk in a public room.
After you learn more about women writers in the past, you really understand A Room of One’s Own.
also I cannot overstate how close Walden Pond is to downtown Concord, Massachusetts
and this is a New England town. so not only was it there when Thoreau “went to the woods to live deliberately,” the central area was pretty much the same size (and included many of the same buildings in use today, I suspect)
Walden Pond is like. a mile and a half away. the locals use it as a swimming hole- my friends from the Acton/Lincoln/Concord/Lexington areas grew up going there in the summer instead of a public pool -and the shallower parts for ice skating in the winter, EVEN NOW. they definitely did back then, too.
and some people try to counter this by saying “Thoreau wasn’t a survivalist!!!!” but, you know what? with all his talk of Going To The Woods, it kind of sounds like he’s playing at something at least adjacent to the idea.
imagine some middle-class guy camping out on land his buddy owns (it was Emerson’s land, not his mother’s) next to the municipal pool, regularly having friends over for parties, and going home to have his mom do his laundry while talking about how he has Left Society to Lead A Simple Life In Nature. you wouldn’t hold that guy up as a genius. he’d get Mad Lad status at best, even if he did write some pretty amazing stuff
Love that after all this luke skywalker just came in all pansy boy head empty "wtf is an isb" and then blew up the death star first day on the job. My guy had no time for politics and subterfuge. True clarity of vision
@softieskywalker why would you leave this in the tags it's accurate and you're right,
Sometimes a good heart and being the force's favorite is all it takes
thought about this again. kind of amazing how we’re all just chasing ways to duplicate how this scene makes us feel, either in life or in art.
thinking about when mark told the story of how when they were shooting, he said to george, "darth vader has a musical theme, han, leia all have themes, do i have a theme song?" and george going "mark, the main theme is your theme song"
Batman, handing Red Hood a little cup: Here's some water.
Red Hood: Thanks, dad.
Red Hood, looks over to see all the other villains went quiet and are staring at him: Why is everyone staring at me?
Riddler: You just called Batman "dad."
2 Face: You said, "thanks, dad."
Red Hood; What? No, I didn't. I said, "thanks, man."
Professor Strange: *furiously taking notes*
Batman, knowing it's Jason but genuinely didn't think Jason thought of him as his father: Do you see me as a father figure, J-Red Hood?
*The other rouges not knowing it's Jason and that he's Batman's son, they just think he has an issue with authority stemming from his parents that he is projecting onto Batman*
(Joker, muttering to himself: Man, not even I'm that psychotic)
Red Hood, looking around at all the other villains then back to Batman: No. If anything, I see you as a "bother" figure, 'cause you're always bothering me.
Bane: Hey, show your father some respect.
<<Part 5: Cass | Part 7: Damian (coming soon)>>
[Masterlist]
Steph: Okay me turn! Bruce I think you’ll be impressed by research and persuasiveness.
Bruce (head in his hands): How do I already have a migraine from this
Steph: My words are just that powerful, B-man.
Tim: I like the typo, really gives the impression of “professional social media manager”