Just a collection of fandoms and things I like. Occasionally nsfw. Every now and then personal.


Pages from the first appearance of Mary Marvel, in which she demonstrates her powers and rescues Billy and Freddie!

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a ritual

blackest magic

Darkest arfs

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Adam Kremer 

oh fuck

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this is how i would want my wikipedia article to end

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S02E07: The Gang Exploits a Miracle

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he looks so proud as well, it’s like “fuck the oscars I can move my eyebrows”

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Lamborghini Aventador Roadster Galaxy

For some, owning a Lamborghini Aventador is the final destination. For others, the outrageously expensive supercar is just another platform for them to customize. The folks at Deluxe Supercar Club are a part of the latter group, and wrapped this 2-door drop-top in a head turning Galaxy print.

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I need this in my life

*abject grabby hands*

I’m not a car aficionado, but daaamn that’s purdy

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Johnnie Phelps, a woman sergeant in the army, thought, “There was a tolerance for lesbianism if they needed you. The battalion I was in was probably about ninety-seven percent lesbian.”
Sergeant Phelps worked for General Eisenhower. Four decades after Eisenhower had defeated the Axis powers, Phelps recalled an extraordinary event. One day, the general told her, “I’m giving you an order to ferret those lesbians out. We’re going to get rid of them.”
“I looked at him and then I looked at his secretary who was standing next to me, and I said, ‘Well, sir, if the general pleases, sir, I’ll be happy to do this investigation for you. But you have to know that the first name on the list will be mine.’ “
“And he was kind of taken aback a bit. And then this women standing next to me said, ‘Sir, if the General pleases, you must be aware that Sergeant Phelp’s name may be second, but mine will be first.”
“Then I looked at him, and said, ‘Sir, you’re right. They’re lesbians in the WAC battalion. And if the general is prepared to replace all the file clerks, all the section commanders, all the drivers-every woman in the WAC detachment-and there were about nine hundred and eighty something of us-then I’ll be happy to make that list. But I think the general should be aware that among those women are the most highly decorated women in the war. There have been no cases of illegal pregnancy. There have been no cases of AWOL. There have been no cases of misconduct. And as a matter of fact, every six months since we’ve been here, the general has awarded us a commendation for meritorious conduct.”
“And he said, ‘Forget the order.’”

The Gay Metropolis, page 47, Charles Kaiser (via bibliothekara)

Phelps tells this story herself in the excellent 1984 documentary Before Stonewall, which you can watch in its entirety on YouTube (she’s at 19:30, but really, watch the whole thing): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kX7AxQd82H8

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I can almost never read graffiti.  It doesn’t even look like sloppy or stylized letters.  It looks like language, but not any recognizable alphabet.  At college, somebody told me that graffiti has its own script.  Graffiti artists are inducted into some sort of graffiti society where they learn this arcane set of letters and logograms that the serious graffiti artists all over the world understand.

It just occurred to me that I don’t think I’ve ever read anything in these years to back up that claim, and there’s a good chance it’s utter hokum.  Now I’m kind of afraid to Google it, because the arcane graffiti script is such a cool concept that I don’t want to know if it isn’t real.  Only I do.

Of course it’s real. One of my art teachers in high school had local police come to her once in a while to decipher that stuff for them. She’d enlist the help of her students too. Even different gangs and ethnic groups have their own signs, alphabets and styles. Why do you think people get so mad about graffiti? Because of their delicate sensibilities? No. They know that it means something, and that something probably has to do with hella sick crimes.

Like, do you honestly think that people would cover every inch of a subway station in meaningless scribbles for no reason? Do you think they’re just playing with crayons? You don’t think that certain classes of society would have some kind of use for secret scripts or territorial markers in public places? Use your brain. Or ask law enforcement.

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I went to Panda Express for a lunch break and I sat at a table with 2 extra chairs and this rude ass lady comes up to me and says “can you move to another table so my family can sit there? No one else is sitting with you and I need a spot and you’re wasting space.”

I looked up at her and said “No, because the two fucks I give are sitting here.”

Best fucking day of my life

you’re my hero

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