Hopping and bouncing, through the internet I am jumping: Art related stuff, drawings, sometimes photographies, and a bit of the Tumblr randomness
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
fighting-for-fitness-with-tea:
This is pretty cool and eye-opening. I wish someone would do this sort of thing with male 6-pack ab models.
They even Photoshopped the woman behind Selena’s arm, because apparently not only do celebrities have to be thin, but they must also only associate with other thin people…
Enrico Francis has been caught
This pisses me off so incredibly much!
This is ridiculous. And disgusting. beautiful people being photoshopped to fit impossible standards AND most of the non-caucasian women are being white washed so they look more “appealing”
this.
makes.
me.
SO ANGRY. I can’t find the words to say just exactly what I feel about this…gahhhhhh just no.
AND THEY FUCKING PHOTOSHOPPED OUT “ELTON JOHN AIDS FOUNDATION” FOR THIS ENRICO FRANCIS DUDE HOLY FUCK
It is always good to remember that you can be lied to in pictures…
(Fuente: bright-happy-healthy)
(Fuente: oldbrownshoestories)
“video games starring women don’t sell—”
“movies starring women won’t do well at the box office—”
“nobody wants to read comics about women—”
” ‘Shounen action heroine’ is a contradiction in—”
“An American cartoon with awesome heroines of color would never be successful because—”
“Muscular girls are unattractive—-“
“There are no gorgeous women that strong in real li-“
(Fuente: thewaroffivequeens)
When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
I mean, it’s just true.
(via tealeafprincess)
“Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
That’s it. That’s it right there.
(via oddpicturesoddpeople)
101l:
I’m a grade 12 in high school who just happens to wear a K-cup bra. I live a fairly normal high school existence, except for the fact that my bust size often gets me in trouble with teachers, especially female teachers.
Now, my school has a uniform that involves a blouse. Being a busty person, I need to undo three buttons in order to have it fit right without it being undone to below my breasts. Even then, it’s a bit of a stretch. There is literally no way to disguise my breasts. Even when I’ve bound them for crossplay, they still look like really large pectoral muscles. I’m also really confident with my body, so I don’t see why I should have to hide what my body looks like at school.
So you can imagine how angry it makes me when a teacher pulls me aside and whispers “you need to do your top up,” as if my life depended on it.
“You know what? You need to mind your own business,” is what I want to say.
Most of my bras don’t push my breasts together that much, anyway, so most of the time, you’ll see my sternum before any cleavage. If you’re so offended by a bone that protects the heart or a whopping whole inch of two bags of fat on either side of it, then I suggest you get a life.
The way the neckline of my blouse is cut also covers the centre of my bra (most of the time), and I have to either spread it apart (like in the picture), sit or kneel below someone, or lean forward for anyone to actually see it.
Now, notice the little white bow right at the top of the bra’s centre in the picture. Most bras have some little ornamentation there, like a bow or a crystal.
I think that’s there in case the bra accidentally peeks out from a shirt or dress; to make it look pretty as opposed to something with a purely industrial purpose. It almost glorifies the sternum and the rest of the bra, which is how I think every inch of someone’s body should be treated.
Bras don’t see anything offensive about a bone that shields the heart.
Bras are smarter than people.One of my cousins hit puberty in the second grade.
She had an hourglass figure by the time she entered middle school.
Her first boyfriend thought she was just a bigger girl until the first time they went swimming together, because she’d gotten into the habit of wearing huge sweaters- even in the middle of summer, which can get hot enough to warrant heatstroke warnings- to try to disguise her chest.
This is because everywhere she turned, she was painted as a deviant, sexually promiscuous and attention-seeking youth. She started babysitting for a family friend when she was twelve, and grown women stared in open disapproval when she took the little boy out in his stroller for some fresh air. Men started catcalling at her and approaching her on the street when she was barely thirteen. Teachers looked down on her despite her uniformly excellent grades. Parents of friends immediately pointed to her as a bad influence when things went wrong, despite her immaculate record of just generally being a sensible sort of girl. She had very few female friends, and most of her high school peers assumed that she was sexually involved with most, if not all, of her many male friends. She never was.
This needs to stop.
This isn’t a fanservice video game where you get to choose cup size and bounciness before you start a round. This is real life. Unless she resorts to surgery, the amount of tissue a girl carries on her chest is completely outside of her control, and has nothing to do with her personality, abilities, or achievements.
Stop demonizing breasts. They’re just breasts.
From the barest bump to the cup that runneth over, a breast is a breast, and it should never be an object of shame.
She who carries the chest in question wasn’t doing anything shameful.
But if you feel the need to shame her, you were.
I’ve personally been asked more than once if/when I’ll be getting a breast reduction. One of my former friend’s mom used to go on, absolutely horrified, about how “weird” large breasts were like they were some Godawful thing that needed to be fixed.
I’m reasonably petite with a very small rib cage, giving me a very top heavy shape, something that’s taken me years to grow comfortable with- no thanks to comments like my friend’s mom.
I’ve also taken to wearing huge baggy clothes because I’ve gotten sick of being stared at and/or whistled at which started when I was 11/12. I developed so early, wearing full support large bras while the other girls in my grade were still in training bras. Needless to say I was harassed by them for it too.
It’s not fair that I should have to hide my body for something I had no control over, especially when I’m comfortable with who I am and how I’m shaped- and I want to set that kind of example for my little sister. However it’s so frustrating when you live in a society where breasts are hyper-sexualized.Stop demonizing breasts. They’re just breasts.
(Fuente: genoflydersyolo)
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Still my favorite story from the Lord of the Rings set: Viggo Mortensen bonded so much with the horse he rode in the movies that after filming was over he bought it from its owner. If that doesn’t warm your heart I don’t know what could.
don’t forget that he also bought arwen’s horse for her stunt rider when she couldn’t afford it awww
#also don’t forget that for the rohirrim they put a call out for locals #bring a horse show us you can ride it and get a part in the battle scenes #and one women went out roped a wild horse and rode for a few days to set #and got to be a rider of rohan
also sort of relevant viggo also bought the horse that costarred with him in the movie hidalgo and subsequently took the horse (tj) with him to the red carpet premier.
Also most of the Riders of Rohan are actually women because when they put out that call mostly women showed up with their horses and the costume team just stuck beards on them.
if this isn’t the best post i don’t know what is
This is awesome. And yeah, the horse program at most colleges is like >80% women, so this does not surprise me.
Saudi Arabia’s king appoints women to advisory council for 1st time
Bloomberg News: King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia has appointed female members to the Consultative Council for the first time, naming 30 women to the 150-member advisory body.
The appointments, reported by the official Saudi Press Agency, came after Abdullah issued a decree requiring at least 20 percent of members should be women. It says they must observe Islamic law and be properly covered, and will enjoy full rights in the council, have a separate entrance to the chamber and sit in a special section apart from men.Photo: King Abdullah bin Abdul Aziz al-Saud of Saudi Arabia (Hassan Ammar / AP, file)
I, like many others, am only now learning of the horrific crime(s) in Steubinville, Ohio.
“In August of 2012, a 16 year old girl…
ALL RIGHT INTERNET FRIENDS, PREPARE TO BE EDUCATED
(paraphrased from a 60-page paper that my university allowed me to write for actual credits, because old people are terrified and mystified by the internets, apparently)
note: the study of the history of sexuality has adopted the idea that the model of a person having a single, fixed sexual orientation is a recent ideological development. this in no way is meant to imply that you are not entitled to your sexual identity. rather, it says that the ways we have come to understand ourselves are always changing.
Like, guys. Sparta was so kick ASS sometimes when it came to women. Spartan women were given these small knives so that if their husbands came home and tried to hit them or assault them, they had a weapon within reach. That weapon was for CUTTING THEIR HUSBANDS’ FUCKING FACES so that when he went out in public everyone would know he was an asshole, abusing jerkface and they would publicly shame him.
LET’S JUST TALK ABOUT SPARTAN WOMEN FOR A SECOND.
In Sparta, women could own land and were considered citizens. THAT IS A HUGE BIG FUCKING DEAL. Why? Because that was RARE AS FUCK and there are lots of places TODAY where women don’t even get that much.
Divorce was totally fine, and a woman could expect to keep her own wealth and get custody of the kids because paternal lineage wasn’t very important. And it didn’t make her a pariah! She could totally remarry, no big deal at all.
Spartan women participated in some fuckin’ badass sporting events, too. And because they were expected to be as physically fit as the Spartan menfolk (who all had to serve compulsory military duties, btw, and couldn’t marry until they finished them at thirty) they didn’t have time for lots of swishy dresses. So they wore notoriously short skirts. According to some accounts, their thighs were visible at all times. HOLY SHIT.
Also, In Sparta men only got their names on their graves if they died in battle. And women? Women only got their names on their graves if they died in childbirth. THE SPARTANS COMPARED CHILDBIRTH TO FUCKING BATTLE AND IT WAS VIEWED AS A GODDAMN BADASS AND HONORABLE WAY TO GO OUT.
FUCKING SPARTAN WOMEN. THIS DUDE HAD FUCKIN’ BETTER MAKE SURE SHE’S COOL WITH WHATEVER HE’S DOING, IF HE KNOWS WHAT’S FUCKIN’ GOOD FOR HIM.
I think the concept of virginity was created by men who thought their penises were so important it changes who a woman is.
realist shit I have ever read.
(Fuente: when-i-was-a-young-wart-hog)
sorry if you think this is way too personal but that’s me right now
Kamasutra para mujeres con agarre (Kamasutra for women with grip)
ESP: Tras aplazarlo por mucho tiempo, finalmente subo algunas de las ilustraciones que hice por encargo para un grupo de diseñadores gráficos de la Universidad de los Andes (Colombia), quienes debían hacer un pequeño kamasutra enfocado a mujeres con sobrepeso, que tuviesen además alrededor de cuarenta años. No soy ilustradora profesional ni nada similar, y la comunicación con ellos fue complicada, así que realmente me parece que es un mal trabajo, pero de todas maneras, por el sudor y las lágrimas, aquí está.
Dibujar personas con sobrepeso es una gran experiencia, espero poder volver a hacerlo (cuando logre superar mis estúpidos complejos actuales) para mejorar. Y gracias a todas las chicas con sobrepeso que suben sugestivas fotrografías a tumblr, me ayudaron a lograr lo que logré <3.
ENG: After postponing it for a long time, finally I’m uploading some illustrations I did for a commission, asked by students of graphic design of the Universidad de los Andes (Colombia), who had to do a little kamasutra aimed at overweighted women, who were also forty years old (more or less). I am not a professional illustrator or something near to that, and the comunication with them was complicated, so I really think this is a bad work, but anyway, for the sweat and the tears, here it is.
To draw overweighted people is a great experiencie, I hope I can do it again someday (as soon as I can get over all my current stupid complexes) and improving. And thanks to all the overweighted girls who upload suggestive photographies of theirselves here in tumblr, they helped me to get what I got. <3.