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holyismstogoddamn:

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artemisinwonderland:

Young Justice Shipping Generator

Because well making this is great especially when you have a costume to make that’s due tomorrow.

Inspired by this

Ooh Trisha this is cool. :D

I got shipped with Mt. Justice, lol.

THIS IS SO COOL. I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS.

I got Klarion and… Karen…..

Zatanna and Mal… Maltanna?? I ship it

Lol emotions/Roy  lol I have Roymotions

Dick + Souvenir … I get to keep it then? ;)

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lacigreen:

oh look it’s me

lacigreen:

oh look it’s me

May
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thirteenspines:

Okay so this girl was talking about “the destruction of the family” in journalism today which prompted me to write this really hasty rage-laced column and last time I shared a column on here it went over really well and I mean I’m just a loud mouth so here:

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May
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holyismstogoddamn:

I’d like to call this post, just incase there are any modern DC artists and writers about:

Dick Grayson wore a leotard under his Robin costume. Not scaly panties. Get it right.

(I’ll assume the same applies for Jason Todd since he wore the hand-me-downs. Check your history, even in the wake of this reboot it would be nice to have some form of continuity and respect.)

May
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wonderarity:

Mother’s Day tribute to some of DC’s mothers.

[From left to right:]

Koriand’r, Alura-El, Hippolyta & the Amazons of Themyscira, Donna Troy, Martha Kent, Lois Lane, Pantha, Dinah Lance, Barbara Gordon, Dana Drake, Kate Spencer, Stephanie Brown, Helena Sandsmark, Ellen Baker, Linda Park-West, Bonnie King-Jones, Bianca Reyes, Crystal Brown, Talia al Ghul, Lara-El, Mera, Mary Grayson, Martha Wayne.

(via holyismstogoddamn)

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evlovesu:

LMFAO

(Source: iraffiruse, via xag)

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The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence.
— Charles Bukowski (via samgregg)

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amazingatheist:

Early mirrors were made of polished obsidian, which wasn’t available to most people. The earliest example of a polished obsidian mirror dates back to just 8,000 years ago. Anatomically modern humans appeared 200,000 years ago. So, for 192,000 years, no one owned a mirror or knew what one was. The only people who saw their reflections were people who lived near very dark, very still water. 
And even once mirrors were invented, it was a very long time before they were available to everyone. For most of human history, people had no idea what they looked like. If you were ugly or beautiful, you only knew it based on how people treated you.
What I wonder is, when they thought of themselves, what did they see? When I look at the picture of myself above, I see a face. And behind that face, I know there is a brain. And in that brain, there are my feelings, memories, opinions, desires, fears—everything that I am. 
I wish I weren’t that face. It’s not what I would have chosen. But it’s who I see in my head when I think of myself. But it’s not really me, is it? My brain is me. And maybe, if I’d have been born in a different time, it is my brain that I would have defaulted to when I thought of myself. Maybe faces are just a distraction that we lose our real selves in. 

I never associate myself with what I look like, anyway, or really my body at all.

amazingatheist:

Early mirrors were made of polished obsidian, which wasn’t available to most people. The earliest example of a polished obsidian mirror dates back to just 8,000 years ago. Anatomically modern humans appeared 200,000 years ago. So, for 192,000 years, no one owned a mirror or knew what one was. The only people who saw their reflections were people who lived near very dark, very still water. 

And even once mirrors were invented, it was a very long time before they were available to everyone. For most of human history, people had no idea what they looked like. If you were ugly or beautiful, you only knew it based on how people treated you.

What I wonder is, when they thought of themselves, what did they see? When I look at the picture of myself above, I see a face. And behind that face, I know there is a brain. And in that brain, there are my feelings, memories, opinions, desires, fears—everything that I am. 

I wish I weren’t that face. It’s not what I would have chosen. But it’s who I see in my head when I think of myself. But it’s not really me, is it? My brain is me. And maybe, if I’d have been born in a different time, it is my brain that I would have defaulted to when I thought of myself. Maybe faces are just a distraction that we lose our real selves in. 

I never associate myself with what I look like, anyway, or really my body at all.