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Peregrine Vision

Hoping to see farther every day. Illustration, books, comics and general nerdiness.

Posts tagged things i am forced to think about:

sunspotpony:

prettyinpixiedust:

So one day a dwarf is talking to a human and finally realizes that when humans say woman, they generally mean “person who is theoretically capable of childbirth” because for whatever reason, humans assign social expectations based genital differences….

Extra relevant because as a person who makes things and has defined herself so much by enforced gender norms, this kind of thinking is world-changing. 

Now I know what being liberated feels like; like being extremely happy and very angry at the same time

cleolinda:

Big Valentine Heart Cookies (by Whipped Bakeshop)
Here’s my problem with Valentine’s Day:
I love it.
I love the hearts and lace and flowers, I love the aesthetic, pink and red and white and any other color you want to throw in, and the CHOCOLATE. I have a pair of dangly cupid earrings with these great heart-shaped crystals that I wear every year, even. But I’ve never actually had anyone around to celebrate it with. One year I did use it as an opportunity to (successfully) make a move on a guy I had a class with—I sent all my friends fun kids’ valentines anyway, but I put a lipgloss kiss-print on his, and eventually he got the picture. (And that whole thing ended kind of not-well within a few weeks, but I’m still sort of proud of myself for taking the initiative.) But obviously, all that therefore took place after Valentine’s Day. I don’t think I’ve ever even gotten flowers from someone I wasn’t related to. Speaking of which, my father walked out on us on the day before Valentine’s Day years ago (of course it had to also be a Friday the 13th). And it took me years and years and years to grow some scar tissue over that. But I still love Valentine’s Day anyway. So I guess what I’m saying is, I know a lot of people really hate it or even feel hurt every when it comes around. (I do really think that Valentine’s Day ought to be whatever it means to you, not the lockstep commercialized Every Kiss Begins With Kay Jewelers bullshit.) Just—I feel you, because I love it but I simultaneously get a little wistful about it myself, and it sucks being a romantic (I guess I am one, really) without romance. I’ll always tag Valentine things so you can Tumblr Savior it out if you want. Just know that that’s what hearts and flowers mean to me—something I love whether it loves me back or not. It doesn’t have to have  anything to do with me in order to be lovely.

So not alone.Maybe I’ll do that thing again this year where I get hella dressed up and take myself to a cabaret and make friends instead of pick people up.

cleolinda:

Big Valentine Heart Cookies (by Whipped Bakeshop)

Here’s my problem with Valentine’s Day:

I love it.

I love the hearts and lace and flowers, I love the aesthetic, pink and red and white and any other color you want to throw in, and the CHOCOLATE. I have a pair of dangly cupid earrings with these great heart-shaped crystals that I wear every year, even. But I’ve never actually had anyone around to celebrate it with. One year I did use it as an opportunity to (successfully) make a move on a guy I had a class with—I sent all my friends fun kids’ valentines anyway, but I put a lipgloss kiss-print on his, and eventually he got the picture. (And that whole thing ended kind of not-well within a few weeks, but I’m still sort of proud of myself for taking the initiative.) But obviously, all that therefore took place after Valentine’s Day. I don’t think I’ve ever even gotten flowers from someone I wasn’t related to. Speaking of which, my father walked out on us on the day before Valentine’s Day years ago (of course it had to also be a Friday the 13th). And it took me years and years and years to grow some scar tissue over that. But I still love Valentine’s Day anyway. So I guess what I’m saying is, I know a lot of people really hate it or even feel hurt every when it comes around. (I do really think that Valentine’s Day ought to be whatever it means to you, not the lockstep commercialized Every Kiss Begins With Kay Jewelers bullshit.) Just—I feel you, because I love it but I simultaneously get a little wistful about it myself, and it sucks being a romantic (I guess I am one, really) without romance. I’ll always tag Valentine things so you can Tumblr Savior it out if you want. Just know that that’s what hearts and flowers mean to me—something I love whether it loves me back or not. It doesn’t have to have  anything to do with me in order to be lovely.

So not alone.

Maybe I’ll do that thing again this year where I get hella dressed up and take myself to a cabaret and make friends instead of pick people up.

organic-waters:

d-aisychild:

i-n-f-i-n-itebitch:

hellxiareblog:

rosalarian:

lenoralenoire:

This is really powerful.

Oh my god, this is such a perfect way to make a statement.

Reblogging this again because it’s so fucking good

this is fucking amazing

i’ll never not reblog

It is the civic duty of a female to reblog this, regardless of blog style.

organic-waters:

d-aisychild:

i-n-f-i-n-itebitch:

hellxiareblog:

rosalarian:

lenoralenoire:

This is really powerful.

Oh my god, this is such a perfect way to make a statement.

Reblogging this again because it’s so fucking good

this is fucking amazing

i’ll never not reblog

It is the civic duty of a female to reblog this, regardless of blog style.

(Source: stophatingyourbody, via finethen)

The truth about welfare benefits and the “dependency culture myth” in the UK.

hellotailor:

Benefits street myths

(SOURCE)

He should absolutely not make plans with me and then spontaneously invite other people along. That is like someone asking if they can kiss you and instead putting all of their fingers up your nose. It’s a bit invasive.”

sfuffaboutcomics:

Artists, your job is to help people articulate what they’re struggling to. You are skilled at articulation, and that’s what being an artist is: working those skills to the benefit of the world around you. That is literally your only job: helping people say out loud what they can’t, either because…

Art is to help people talk

Art is to help people talk

Ah, the good old days on the NZ Comics Message Board

sfuffaboutcomics:

I was just searching my inbox for something and I found the exchange from 2009 when a colleague mused “why does Frank Miller hate women?” and I immediately typed back an unstructured rant in the space of like five minutes (Frank Miller is kind of my berserk button). It is copy-pasted here for your amusement.

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I read this motherfucker when I was eight, and apparently I instinctively self-censored so much of the Dark Knight Returns that all I remembered of the plot until high school was that Batman was old, people punched each other a lot, someone got their throat ripped out with someone else’s teeth, and I really, really wanted to be Carrie.

sfuffaboutcomics:

ofgloriousplumage:

ayuchiin:

I JUST LEARNED WHY SO MANY MISCOMMUNICATIONS IN MY LIFE HAPPEN

I DIDN’T REALIZE THIS WAS A THING

OTHER PEOPLE DON’T DO THIS?

I do this. All. The. Time.

So… Seattle is New Zealand? 

Also the Philippines, apparently. People of the world, you have nothing to lose but your chains!

(via )

Sing it, sister.  ♥

(via paul-from-staten-island)

hellotailor:

bookshop:

as amazing a vocalist as dolly parton is—and she is amazing—she’s even so much more inspiring as a human being. every time i encounter her, she’s actively doing her best to give to and listen and encourage other people, while still celebrating herself, and it always floors me a little.

women like dolly, loretta, emmy lou, iris dement, and the dixie chicks are why i hate so much when country/folk singers get stereotyped and maligned by the larger music industry, because there is nothing stereotypical about these women, their stories, or their messages.

dolly parton is a hero and a role model

(Source: thedollypartonscrapbook)

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