Lithobreaking into Heaven

Cover, and let it cook for a couple of minutes. Garnish with some green. Have it with bread, a cup of tea, and enjoy.

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the best part about limiting yourself to certain artistic tools is that you end up seriously exploring art in ways that might not have otherwise

had to do this whole thing with only one dark colour, with so much warm yellow and orange, how to bring contrast in figure when such limited line weight?

A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.

B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.

C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.

D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won’t necessarily put me off reading something.

No self respecting or genuine feminist theorist or advocate is in favour of censorship.

If they're telling you that someone deserves to be arrested for her art, that's a poser. It isn't just fandom bullshit. Laws being imposed that crack down on artistic depictions of things you don't like affect everyone. You included.

This piece has been rotting in my art folder for months now and I finally figured out how I Wanted to color/render Dinraal.

[ID: a tag by @helianthus-annuus777 that reads: ‘#there was a bat-cock reveal?’ The four photos is two sets—the original panels and the reprinted ones from the comic Batman: Damned #1. The first photo shows Bruce stripping out of his costume and throwing it on the floor of the Batcave. As he undresses, we can see his penis hanging flaccidly before he walks towards the viewer, having full frontal nudity from the chest down. His penis is nothing remarkable to describe or look at, especially when compared to his thick thighs or the scars that litter his body. The second photo is the same as the first but with dark shadows covering his little penis and balls. There's also added dialogue, him asking the computer to run a scan on any injuries then saying bullshit when it reports no evidence of multiple fatal stab wounds. The third and fourth photo is focused on his unfortunately smooth ass as he walks to a different section in the cave and stands in a doorway that leads to his other costumes. In the bottom panel (in the original image), we can see his dick again. The fourth photo has it hidden with shading. There's more dialogue that's been added that's really not important or relevant. END ID]

"I had not touched a cat in 15 years when an orange kitten wandered over to sit with me in the grass one day. I was left without adequate words to describe that experience. It reminded me that I am alive. It instilled in me a raw, unbridled happiness that I had never felt before, not even as a child. 

I have spent many hours with those cats, and still I am amazed at how perfectly they reject everything it means to be in prison. They are playful and unselfconscious, curious and silly, soft and cuddly.

Sometimes it is even more interesting to watch my fellow prisoners interact with our cats. All those hard cases doing hard time melt like butter on a summer sidewalk when they visit the felines, feed them, watch them chase the birds and bees, and when they make toys to entice the cats to play with them. 

I don’t think about the past when a cat hops in my lap. I don’t think of what I should or could have done. I don’t think about courts or life sentences or parole boards. What comes to mind is peace, and a sense that everything is going to be OK. What’s in the past needs to stay there if I want to have a future, if I want to be grateful for today and for the fact that I am no longer the person I once was.

It's old-fashioned. It's modern. It's butch. It's femme. It's snazzy. It's practical.

Wikipedia talks about the bloomers and the leg-o-mutton sleeves, but I'm also noticing a lot of these outfits have absolute supervillain lapels, which I also like a lot.