This dude is awesome!! I’m in no way worthy of being helped by this young saint. ‘Cause I’d be judging him as he was walking in my direction. One Direction.
i wanna be more like dominic :]
Via some call me inky
A very unique eye. I think she’s a visionary. Love her art. Support her!!!
Hello :) I’m starting to reach this strange path in my work, where I want to share it with everybody!, literally the entire universe! So i made a more organized way of seeing my ideas.And I was hoping you could help me by sharing this blog with world, so hopefully one day I could turn all these five-year-old curiosities into career
Thank you, Lots of Love!
Bree
See what a group of engineers did to encourage people to use the stairs in Stockholm.
About 97% of the population took the escalator instead of the stairs.
A simple and fun idea to break the routine and encourage people into a more healthy habit.
(Source: hellyeahchandlerbing)
Via Again by Art
What if…?
We meet, and what ifs fill my head. What if I were not me, unencumbered, free. But I am none of these things.
I see the question cross in your eyes and it dances in my mind. What if…. I could touch you, hold you, have you? What if…you could have me?
If simply wanting made things so, then I have held you and had you a thousand times, a million ways, a trillion days. You have been mine, if wanting you was having you.
But desire and yearning, I am learning, do not always lead to possessing. So as the question of carnality dances in your eyes and across my skin, I feel my answer rise to the top of my mind.
I would think. I would think long and hard about you. About touching you, feeling you feel me. I would enjoy the idea of lips and tongue and playful teeth tangled together, of fingers twisted into hair passionately pulling. Of weak, shaking legs filled with a lover’s waist, and the taste of sweat salted skin.
I would. I would think about you having me, and me having you. I would think about you for as long as it took for the thought of you to send me star bound. Then when I spiraled down and came back to myself, back to my senses, I would walk away from you. I’d keep the thought and leave the man behind.
You are beautiful and exquisite, brilliant and lovely. You burn so brightly I was almost blinded. But you are incredibly expensive. You exist in a museum; a display of magnificence and artistic achievement. You belong to everyone, and no one. And I would pay the price to look at you, and look, and look, and look my fill, for you are generous with your display. But I cannot afford the price I’d have to pay to obtain you, maintain you, and Keep you, no matter how badly my fingers itch to trace the contours of your skin. So you will have to stay where you are. But I’ll have the what ifs to keep me company.
Something Rediscovered
I’d forgotten I wrote this:
Blows fall, raining from the canopy of hands above his head. They want to kill him because his beauty frightens them. They want to fill him with so much pain that he never bothers to smile again. They hate him.Bruises bloom across his skin, and even they are beautiful. His skin swells, blazing red then deeper. It is the purple black of a starless sky. The moisture in his eyes brings the promise of rain to drought depleted souls. Still the blows fall, like rock slides from mountainsides because he will not give them his voice. He will not satiate the fires that feed the flames of their hate. They give him pain because pain is all they have to give, it is all they know. And in trying to forget they forge another furrow into his skin. They watch the bruises deepen and wait eagerly for the blood pour to begin.Life spills from him and he smiles. Words, pregnant, promising and rich pour from bruises that became cuts. Words they had been wishing to hear all their lives, but their ears were deafened by their pain and rage.As the words seeped into the ground life sprang from them, Verdant, vibrant, free, uncontrolled. Life took hold, took root in the ground, took root in all of them and chased the hate away from poisoned minds. Yet still, he gave until all his words were given away. All his words were drained away to become part of the whole. They in he, he in they all his words were given away. Freely, sweetly. And even their share in the shame of taking this life was beautiful and sweet. Brutal, Painful, Necessary. Complete.Have you ever done this? Created something and then forgot about it? Or planned something, written something, set something in motion and it just drifted from your memory? When you found it again what did you do with it?
Dreams, Revelations, And a New Philosophy on Fear
“A person needs new experiences. They jar something deep inside, allowing him to grow. Without change something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.” ~Duke Leto Atreides, DUNE~
Wow. SO much has happened in just two days that I’m at a loss to explain it all! An amazing opportunity has presented itself to my family and we are jumping FULL FORCE towards it!
Saturday we went to the Baltimore Convention Center to audition for Actors, Models, and Talent for Christ. Initially when I heard the radio spot about the auditions I was only thinking of Kylaa. She has expressed an interest in acting so I figured why not? My husband also heard the ad and decided to audition as well as bring a family friend along. I was more than happy to be the chauffeur for the day! Look, I’m just happy to be out of the house on any given occasion! Oh, but children always have different ideas.
Kylaa asked me, just once, to audition as well. Now, that request by itself tugged at me a little. I suppose it nudged something that had been sleeping inside me for a while. But that request alone didn’t spur me to my choice. She just happened to ask me in front of my parents, the sneaky little minor. It was like blood in the water. My mother immediately put in her two cents, as only a mother can. Use it or lose it, I think that was the gist of her argument. The sleeper inside me turned over and stretched. My father just asked why not, with an indiscernible look that said “I know something you don’t”. The sleeper inside me blinked sleep out of its eyes. I started mulling it over. No. That’s a lie. I made my decision right then to audition for acting. I think I just needed their approval…or better yet, their endorsement of the idea. Knowing they believed gave me strength to overcome my apprehension. So the sleeper was now fully awake. Not only was it awake it was dreaming OUT LOUD, going on and on about all it wanted to do. The dreamer wanted to sing. I wanted to sing.
I’ve never made any claim to vocal ability…EVER, but I love to sing. I adore it! I’ve never made it through ONE day of my adult life without singing. I sing to make it through my mind numbing day job. I make up my own songs, sing them, then write them down and call them poems. I sing all the time and when people take notice I laugh it off, as if I were only playing around. Singing isn’t a hobby. It is a way of life. It is a coping mechanism. It is a survival tactic. But I’ve never told anyone this. Why? Because I was afraid. Afraid and ashamed and intimidated. I have been crippled by self-doubt and constantly comparing myself to others. I would constantly whisper to myself and say to others, I can’t blow like Beyonce or Jennifer Hudson. I can’t sing like Will Lindsay. (yeah. I compared myself to my husband too.) Years of this kind of reasoning stole my voice, just snuffed it out.
I’m not sure how the conversation with my parents turned towards the audition. But the Monday before the audition I was talking to them and one of them brought up singing…AGAIN. I cringed, but the dreamer was GIDDY with anticipation. My mother is a very vocal person. When she has an opinion you WILL know. And boy did she EVER have an opinion about me auditioning! But that just made me want to curl into a ball and hide somewhere. My dad is the exact opposite. He got on the phone and in his calm, observant way told me that he listens to me sing all the time. He knows I joke about it and laugh it off but He REALLY listens. He told me he heard my talent. He wanted the rest of the world to hear it too. I cried. I think when a singer or any artist really, a “need it to survive” artist, goes unheard or unnoticed it’s like being mute, invisible, and on fire in a crowded room. It’s like you’re dying but no one knows. My father saved my life with that conversation.
That Saturday we auditioned as a family. For the record, Kylaa NAILED it! She auditioned for acting and modeling and blew that guy away! She was so nervous she started to cry, but she got herself together, got over it and did her thing! I am SO INCREDIBLY proud of her! Lindsay did his thing too, but I never doubted for a moment he would be anything other than awesome! Our adopted sister Maya was also incredible! She and Lindsay performed a skit that they co-wrote. PHENOMENAL!
When my turn came I chose to do the acting first. I read some commercial copy for finishline athletic footwear. (good thing I wore my chucks!) Then came the singing. The dreamer in me was so excited I thought I was going to be sick! I chose “Amado Mio” by Pink Martini. I took a deep breath closed my eyes and everything went away. It came right back, though. Dave (the man who auditioned us) stopped me after “Mio”, the second word in the song. “Yeah. That’s all I need to hear!” Then he laughed. Honestly, at that point I didn’t even care what he thought! I had just sung FULL OUT with everything in me in front of a stranger whose only job was to JUDGE me! I WIN!
His feedback was positive for all of us. I was so elated I was light-headed. My dramatic fainting in the hallway was only half in jest! Regardless of the outcome I was euphoric! I had just conquered one of the biggest fears in my life. Instead of letting fear be my obstacle, I used it to spur me onward. I was freaking out internally all day Friday and all of Saturday morning! When I’m nervous or afraid like that I get very spastic. What others may think is excitement is my way of NOT screaming in sheer terror.
Anyway, we all left the convention center on cloud nine. We were told that we would get a phone call by 4pm Sunday. By 3:30pm I was getting antsy! The phone rang at 3:45. We were in! We all made it for our top choices!! EVERY LAST ONE OF US! We got a glowing recommendation from Dave! Not only that, he recommended me for something I didn’t even audition for! (Commercial Modeling) So we have a standing invitation to perform at the AMTC SHINE event in Florida next year! VERY EXCITING!
There is a substantial cost involved, of course. This is something else I’m afraid of, the high cost of dreaming. It is sobering to say the least. But the cost of NOT chasing it is so much higher. I don’t want that for my daughter. I don’t want her to have to bear the weight of regret. I don’t want her to experience the heart-hardening of a dream deferred. I don’t want that for my husband, who has been chasing his dream for more than 20 years. I want them to know there is a reason, a point, and a purpose for their existence.
If you’re reading this, if you have a dream sleeping inside you, I hope it wakes you up and inspires you. Don’t let your dream stay comatose. Also, if you’re reading this we would be so grateful if you were moved to help in any way. We welcome all your prayers and well wishes, they make our heart glad, SERIOUSLY! But even more than that, we welcome your donations. NO AMOUNT is too small to give! We will even take your pennies! That is the cost of changing a life…changing three lives! If we’ve touched your life in any way please help us reach even more people. You can contact me via email: Cherece.lindsay@gmail.com
BRAVO TO YOU Cchellez!!!!!!!!! I’m rooting for you!
I’ve sat idle for far too long.
I grew up wanting to be an artist, and then I graduated high school 8 years ago wanting to be a graphic designer. However in all of the time between the then and the now I’ve never once taken the steps to make that dream a reality. Once I strayed from the path of…
Sigh. just….sigh.
Simply put, what helped me cement my affection for all things geeky was the fact that Harley Quinn was one of my first female action characters that was not flashing her breasts or buttocks. As a kid, seeing scantily clad ladies in comic book pages made me feel uncomfortable and I avoided superhero genres all together. I am older now, not as intimidated by the flesh as I once have been, but the portrayal of women through a man’s eyes still disagrees with me.
There have been discussions about the time and place for the need of sex appeal in a story. If a man cannot be taken seriously in a teeny tiny costume, chances are, their female counterparts are not going to be taken seriously either. Megan Rosalarian Gedris wrote about it and Jess Fink perfectly assembled the thought into a compact sentence: “Women aren’t asking for sexuality to be stripped from comics, we are just asking for characters that make sense to the story they are in.”
And wouldn’t you know it, DC just happens to release the first promo shot of Harley Quinn in her new design for the universe reboot. Perfect timing to discuss this.
I’ve had my fair share of complaints concerning Harley’s wardrobe over the past couple of years, what with the Arkham Asylum games and the stage arena show. But little did I know that this would happen. It doesn’t work on many levels. I get that DC is trying to go for a anime/manga influenced design with the over all dripping-sex-in-an-itty-bitty costume but come on! We all know her breasts are going to topple out even by a little hop and her labia will be exposed if she does a split kick. Harley is an acrobat and you wouldn’t expect someone with such technique to perform in these garments. There’s the issue of chaffing for one thing and doing fast actions with a pair of breasts is actually bothersome! Not to mention, the whole shrunken corset and booty short combo is overplayed and that cape is bound to get caught while she’s doing crime. And let’s not even try to figure out the footwear because it’s probably some sort of stiletto heel.
Another design issue is while the original costume may be ‘too conservative’ (not) for modern tastes, the classic outfit described Harley perfectly in a simple and effective manner. I personally know many people who aren’t familiar with her character but they immediately recognize her as the ‘clown girl’ and automatically assume she uses gags to commit a felony. If I took the above image and asked these same people who this woman was, chances are I will get something along the lines of Hot Topic, The Crow and Insane Clown Posse. That and she probably sacrifices black cats because she is so dark and demented. She is near impossible to recognize other than the diamond motif and even that isn’t very prevalent.
The wonderful thing about Harley’s original design is that it’s inviting, welcoming even. If you saw her on the street, you wouldn’t expect her to suddenly draw out a gun and steal all your money. The general public would be won over with her megawatt grin until her mallet knocked them unconscious. If you put the new Harley in a city, people would start asking if Marilyn Manson was shooting a new music video, pedestrians would avoid her all together and the police would be called. She’s more intimidating and easily more suspicious than the original.
Take it from someone who has dressed up as her and I’m sure that other Harley Quinn cosplayers can testify for this as well: one of the greatest things about wearing the jester suit is that people automatically gravitate toward you. It doesn’t even matter if they know you’re the Joker’s girlfriend or not, because there’s almost always a smile on someone’s face when you walk by. I’m sure it’s the same for Harley-the-character which makes it even more easier for her to distract people while helping Mr. J and his goons carry explosives in a bank. That’s her charm! She may look sweet but if only you knew what her real motives were.
I’m particularly wary of how the female audience will react to this new reboot. Not just from Harley’s radical change but also for the other women characters in DC as well. Granted, there are more ladies partaking in the fandom these days but will this drastic turn still attract the same audience that have long fought for a better and fairer treatment on women characters? Or has DC, even mainstream comics, finally reached the point where female fans will turn their backs and walk away? And what of the new generations of little girls who, like me, don’t want their favorite women characters to be just another object on the front cover?
Don’t get me wrong. I love a little cheesecake now and then but when it’s excessive, it makes my stomach churn. And this is one of those cases.
PLEASE everyone support this!
Commission a $20 sketch from Bongo’s Jason Ho to help pay legal fees of cheerleader who refused to cheer for her rapist
By Laura Hudson
In case you hadn’t heard the latest news to make you doubt the fundamental humanity of the people around you, several years ago a 16-year-old cheerleader from Silsbee High School in Texas was assaulted at a party by Rakheem Bolton, a basketball player and football star whom she says held her down and raped her. Bolton later pleaded to a charge of misdemeanor assault, but here’s the part that’s going to make you want to set things on fire: Not only did the school allow him back on the basketball team, they told the girl it was her responsibility to lay low, stay away from the lunchroom and not go to Homecoming. And when the girl refused to cheer specifically for her attacker at games — while still cheering for the team at large — Silsbee High School officials did something so fundamentally awful that they might as well be twisting their mustaches: They threw her off the cheerleading squad.
She challenged the school in court and recently lost, so now in addition to suffering a horrendous assault, predictably being branded a “slut” in her community, and getting thrown off the cheerleading team for refusing to shout “put it in” at her attacker (seriously), her family has been ordered has to pay $45,000 in legal fees to the school.
Jason Ho, an illustrator and Assistant Editor at Bongo Comics wants to help, so he is drawing custom sketches at $20 a pop and donating the proceeds to the girl’s legal costs. They are both very attractive sketches and a small way to help someone who has been failed disgracefully over and over by the indecency and institutional cowardice of seemingly everyone around her.
HAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! LMBO!!!!!!!!!! BWHAHAHAAAAA Sue that teacher! He was ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!!!!
My brother wrote this on his math test.
Mentoring: I’m doing it right.
if i were the teacher, i’d definitely have given extra credit. i think your brother should fight for his points back!
(Source: salemjune)
