I liked this quote so much I made this thing.
“It’s called being part of a society. Not everything goes your way. I don’t let my kids eat ice cream every night. They wish I did, but even they know: that doesn’t make me the Hitler of ice cream
Amen to that.
EVEN MORE STOLEN IMAGES, PLEASE RE-BLOG
Please look at these images. This “stall” belongs to a Dealer who exhibited at London Expo this weekend.
Images look familiar? They should. They’re all STOLEN.
This guy claims to be the “genius” behind these works of art. Truth is, the majority, if not ALL of them, have been swiped from deviantART, printed on canvas and sold WITHOUT PERMISSION.
This guy is a fraud, a plagiarist, a thief and liar. Why is he even allowed to exhibit at London Expo.
We all need to gather proof that this guy isn’t all he claims to be. If you recognise ANY of these images. PLEASE SHARE OR COMMENT BELOW. A lot of these works are by American artists. We need to inform them and put a stop to this.
Please, please share and let a team of us put this right. We need to gather a lot of solid evidence to get this guy thrown out.
He didn’t have any business cards (no surprises there) but he’s exhibited and sold at London Expo many, many times.
I intend to write a deviantART journal about this and spread the word myself. It would help greatly if you could share your photos here too and we can pool all our evidence in one place and compare photos.
BY THE WAY, THE GUY IN THE FOURTH PHOTO IS THE MAIN STALL-HOLDER, I BELIEVE, HE WAS PUTTING ALL THE CANVASES OUT ON DISPLAY.
Thank you all for reading.
Please guys. If you know who the original artists of these are, let them know.
This is Melissa McEwan, a blogger for Shakesville. Someone took this photo of her and made a fake OKCupid profile that was riddled with fat hatred and racism. It got linked on Reddit, and as you can see from the notes, it’s made its way to Tumblr.
This is not a real profile, and this person did not write any of it. Here’s some of what she had to say:
I’m getting emails about it from people who recognize me, so part of the reason for this post is just to publicly say: Yes, I know about it.
Another part is to acknowledge that my image is being used in a racist meme, which is upsetting.
I’m pissed to have been put in a position where some people will misconstrue my objection to the meme as embarrassment (or some other negative reaction) to the suggestion I’d be sexually intimate with a black man, as opposed to being angry my image is being used to perpetuate oppressive stereotypes of black men as: 1. A Mandingo monolith; and 2. Consolation prizes for white women considered undesirable by white men.
That is not how I think of black men, and I am unthrilled, to put it mildly, to see those narratives being promulgated in the year of our lord Jesus Jones two thousand and twelve, no less that my image is being used in the process.
Finally, I’m writing about this to underscore, once again, the cost of being a fat woman who has the unmitigated temerity to put her picture on the internet. My picture has been used in all sorts of violent and pornographic imagery; it’s been used to mock me specifically, and to mock fat women generally; it’s been appropriated as “the face of morbid obesity”; and now it’s been used in a racist meme. I’m sure pictures of me have been used in ways of which I’m not even aware.So, you know. Stop reblogging this.
Okay can I talk about this for a sec? No? Tough, because I’m gonna go ahead and do it anyway. Because this little exchange was so indicative of their relationship that I wanted to die.
We already know that without the armor, Tony sees himself as nothing. “Iron Man yes, Tony Stark not recommended”, right? There’s more than a touch of bitterness when he throws that exchange back at Coulson in his first scene. We know about his issues with his father, we know about his drinking, we know that he watched a man sacrifice his life in a cave in the Middle East so that he, Tony, could live.
Steve doesn’t. And yet almost by accident, he finds Tony’s weak spot, sticks in a knife, and twists. Steve’s trying to shame him, trying to hold Tony accountable for actions that he, as a soldier, sees as reckless and irrresponsible— he’s already furious with Tony for needling Banner, which potentially endangered the lives of everyone on the ship (He can’t know, of course, that Tony recognises something in Banner, a control on his inner demons that he can only envy; Tony knows what it’s like to have a monster inside of him that he can barely contain) and Tony’s devil-may-care attitude is the final straw. Steve sees right through Tony in a way few people do; but not deep enough, no, because if he could fathom just how deep Tony’s scars go (and if he wasn’t being influenced by Loki’s sceptre, just behind him) he wouldn’t have said those things.
Because hey, Steve is lashing out here. You saw him in the gym; all that coiled rage, the flashbacks, the way he destroyed that punching bag. Steve’s in as much pain as Tony right now. Not that anyone’s interested. They just want him to put on the suit and be glad they won the war. Tony’s comments earlier about Steve being “not of use” made their mark. Steve already feels outdated and useless. Tony represents everything Steve doesn’t understand about the new century, everything he hates; he’s an unreliable jumble of technology, ego and pop culture references Steve doesn’t understand. Oh, and Tony used to make weapons. Big weapons. How d’you think Steve felt when someone filled him in on the advances in warfare that happened while he was asleep?
And Tony? He’s having his insecurities thrown back at him by a living legend, by the man his father admired above all others; a man Howard Stark spent years digging through the ice for when he should have been caring for his son. Steve is talking, but I’m pretty sure Tony’s hearing his father.
“The only thing you fight for is yourself. You’re not the guy to make the sacrifice play.”
Half of that sentence is true. Tony does fight for himself; he fights to redeem himself every day, not because of the body count his weapons have amassed (Natasha’s not the only one with red in her ledger) but because he doesn’t see himself as worthy of anything. Of the suit, of the few friends he has, of his money, of his life. He fights every day to prove to himself that he deserves to exist. And that is why he would make the sacrifice play. In a heartbeat. If he doesn’t deserve to be here, it’s only right he die for someone who does. And Steve just told him “yeah, you’re right, you don’t deserve to be here. I know guys worth ten of you, and they’re dead, and you’re alive.”
It’s awful, really, how much these two men are capable of hurting each other.
And yet. Underneath the barbs and the anger and the hurt, this exchange shows exactly why they work so well together.
“…to lay down on the wire and let the other guy crawl over you.”
“I think I would just cut the wire.”
“Always a way out.”
That. That right there. Tony is a master at thinking on his feet, at improvisation, at taking risks that tend to pay off. He’s brilliant, but volatile. And Steve is strategic, methodical, noble almost to a fault. Tony could come up with solutions Steve would never even dream of, and vice versa; when Tony spends time hacking into SHIELD’s servers, Steve investigates on foot. They are exact opposites, in personality and skill, and that’s why they’re the unofficial leaders of the Avengers. The differences that drive them apart in this scene are what’s going to make them unstoppable later on. Because they’re not half as good at anything as when they’re doing it next to each other.
I-
I-
I just
I just
Fuck, man. F u c k
Oh, my god.
This is so much more completely heart wrenching once they get to the end of the invasion, because Tony? He doesn’t so much lay on the wire, as he does trip it, scoop the live mine up and run with it for the nearest enemy foxhole.
When Steve’s staring up at the portal, hesitating to give that command, he’s not hearing ‘Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.’
He’s hearing, ‘You’re not the guy to make the sacrifice play.’
And all he can do is hope and pray, because dear God, how wrong he was.
YOU GUYS
YOU GUYS
STOP IT
STOP IT
I HATE YOU ALL OH MY GOD I HATE YOU
How much does Saudi Arabia hate women? So much so that 15 girls died in a school fire in Mecca in 2002, after “morality police” barred them from fleeing the burning building — and kept firefighters from rescuing them — because the girls were not wearing headscarves and cloaks required in public. And nothing happened. No one was put on trial. Parents were silenced.
A Flash WIP
Theme is “Seeds of Doubt”
Would you believe that face started out as an oval in Illustrator?
Man this quality sucks
BRO THERE IS NOTHING TO EAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT
GHOSTIE THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I’VE REBLOGGED THIS
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT JUST TO TORTURE YOU I WILL REBLOG IT EVERY TIME I SEE IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU <3
i love this human oh my god
ok so today at fanime
like right outside of the convention these mega christians came and started protesting against gays and how they’re trying to be something they’re not and how we’re all sinning because we’re all dressing up as things we’re not and whatever
and then gamzee got in this tiny truck and slowly rode in front of the protesters and it was glorious and was probably the best thing that happened all day
me 2 gamzee, me 2
#and imagine if the same thing happened at a Doctor Who convention#everybody would start shrieking DON’T BLINK! and forming outward facing circles #and the convention center would fill with the hums of thousands of sonic screwdrivers #and the cosplayers would get some really amazing shots for their blogs (via theneverwas)
ok CAN THIS JUST HAPPEN?
