that is an excellent question
(also thank you so much! you’re such a sweetheart ububu)
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bisexual candycorn: thoughts on skintones
people ask me a lot about drawing poc, more specifically “how” to do it. my kneejerk reaction is to get frustrated by it, because the answer is “just like you’d…
could you imagine being on tumblr with all your followers physically present just like a group of 300 people standing around staring at you and every time you say anything a handful of them just repeat it to eachother for a few minutes
the internet is a strange place
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ravenhull submitted
One thing that’s always bugged me just as much, if not more, as battle bikini’s and boobplates is what I sometimes refer to a ‘spandex chainmaile’.
Now, I’ve been involved with a medieval recreation group (The Society for Creative Anachronism), and have handled and even worn maile myself. And the simple fact is that chainmaile’s only function is to keep you from being cut. As I used to say at demos, it turns a sword strike into a baseball bat hit. And even then, it’s almost useless against bludgeoning and piercing weapons As a result, people who wear chain, both today and in history, augmented it with a heavy padded tunic, often with leather or metal plates in vital areas.
And that’s what bothers me looking at artists who think putting chainmaile on their subjects just means drawing links on skin (and there are plenty examples of pics of men in maile where you can make out their pecs and ‘six-pack’). All that is going to do is add some useless weight to the wearer.
But, as we all know, realistic armor isn’t ‘sexy’…
You possibly found the scariest image of skin-tight ‘armor’ on the Internet. Chainmail boobsocks + metal-protruding nipples… the horror, the horror!
Great commentary! Thank you so much for sharing it (I bolded some parts for emphasis). ‘Spandex chainmail’ or skin-tigh metal of any kind is probably the most physics-defying trope concerning female armor.
The funniest thing about it is that actual spandex (or latex or any actually skin-hugging material) doesn’t act that way either… neither does a naked female body.
I have some spare time now, so commissions and requests are officially OPEN.
i bought a rubber duck today that is actually jesus holding a lamb but it’s a rubber duck too look at it
ok goodnight
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i love how men mock women for being overemotional and then lose their shit over a team losing an over-glorified game of fetch
Because all men like watching sports, obviously, right? You just did what you hate men doing, putting generalizations on a whole gender.
i know i did
irritating, isn’t it?
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petition for hank green to write a song entitled ‘benedict cumberbatch’ in which he lists all of the names we can give benedict cumberbatch and still understand that it’s benedict cumberbatch
make hank green find the thing
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I used to work in a high street shoe shop. It had a kids department and one day the management decided to see how I’d handle customer complaints. Long story short, I was the supervisor in the kids dept. for a day.
A woman came in with her 2 toddlers and a relatively new-born child. After dragging a staff-member out from the stockroom to fit the shoes. After a little while, the woman checks her watch and and catches my eye
“Excuse me? Would it be okay if I feed Joey here?”. She emphasised the ‘feed’ so I had an idea of what she meant. I asked her how she would mean to do it and she smiled and grabbed a large, wide-weave poncho from her bag. She told me that she drapes it over herself to allow her son to feed from inside. I saw no problem with it and held Joey whilst she arranged herself (Little fella didn’t like me much).
She carries on with her business with Joey feeding under the poncho. Another woman comes downstairs and I greet her as usual. She rounds the corner and as soon as she claps eyes on the breast-feeding scenario, she turned to me and started yelling.
“You can’t let her do that here!”
“And why not madam? It’s only natural” I felt like flying off the handle but I kept cool
“What if the blanket was to fall off? She’d be exposing her breast to everyone in the room!”
“Madam, as much as I could argue about this with you the whole day, if you continue to make a fuss about it, I will have to ask you to leave.”
“I’ll be back with my husband! He wont like this!”. She stormed off back up the stairs, the manager comes down after hearing the shouting. I explained to him what had happened and he said that he will handle the complaint if there was one. I was in the right.
Shouty customer comes back later (The other woman left a few minutes after the ordeal) with husband in tow. Wife points in my direction and the husband walks over to me
“You the one who made my wife leave?”
I’m currently scared out of my wits because the man is 6’3” and built like Thor but I manage an answer. “Yes I am but I had good reason”
He then said “I know” and shook my hand and left. His wife spluttered as she tried to ask him what just happened and he turned around to her and said “for once in your life you’ve left a shoe shop without buying anything. If I can’t shake the hand of the man who did that, I don’t know what I can do”
That concludes story time with George
I like story time with George.
George is the best story-teller.