Superman interacting with pretty much any Bat-Family member is good stuff.
Puzzlewood is an ancient woodland site, near Coleford in the Forest of Dean, Gloucestershire, England. The site, covering 14 acres, shows evidence of open cast iron ore mining dating from the Roman period, and possibly earlier.
In 1848 some workmen, after moving a block of stone in the woods, found a small cavity in the rocks. In this cavity, hidden away, were three earthenware jars containing over 3,000 Roman coins. No-one knows why the coins were hidden away in the cliff face nor by whom.
J. R. R. Tolkien, a frequent visitor to the Forest of Dean, may have visited Puzzlewood, and many believe Puzzlewood was the inspiration for the fabled forests of Middle-earth, such as the Old Forest, Mirkwood, Fangorn or Lothlórien contained within The Lord of the Rings. J.K Rowling is also said to have visited Puzzlewood, and it may have been this that influenced her idea of The Forbidden Forest in the Harry Potter books.
Places I would like to one day visit…
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HELLO?!!? is it ME you’re looking for??
oh my GOOOOOOOOOOD
Maribunny tries to call Cosette but he can’t figure out how
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Eddie Izzard [Stripped] | Terms & Conditions
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ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A GIANTESS CHICK NAMED SKADI
Her father, Thiazi, went to go steal the apples of youth back from Loki who had stolen them from Asgard to Jotunheim but then…
A friend just shared these two images on Facebook with the caption “Remember the days when beauty was truly beautiful?” And, well, first of all, no you don’t. You were born in 1991. The earliest beauty icons you can “remember” are, like, Kelly Kapowski and DJ Tanner. But also, give me a fucking break.
Beauty standards have always existed. Back in Ye Olde Days, when most people were starving in the streets (or starving in the fields, or starving in the wherever), it was cool to be fat. This is pretty much common knowledge. Fat was a status symbol. It signified that you had a lot to eat. That’s why statues and paintings of larger ladies were so common in this time — the subjects of those paintings were most likely super wealthy. THIS IS NOT NEW INFORMATION. Blah blah blah fast forward a while, and say hello to the Industrial Revolution! Aside from being responsible for pollution and a whole lot of shitty child labor standards, it also ushered in the new concept of standard sizing — before clothing was mass-produced, you (or your wife or your mom or your tailor) made it by hand for you. It had to last a long time, because folks were not exactly rolling in ca$h back then, and it’s not like you could just pop into J. Crew or Uniqlo if you got a big gaping hole in your only work smock, so clothing was made to a higher standard and tailored exactly to fit your body. But with the advent of the textile industry, people started buying clothes made by total strangers, so a standard sizing chart had to be created. Yaaay, Industrial Revolution! Your #1 supplier of fucked-up beauty standards and orphans working 18-hour workdays since the 1750s!
Stuff kind of pogoed around for a while after that. Newspapers and mass media as a whole were just becoming a thing, and then there was this war that people had to deal with or something? Anyway, then the 20th century hit, and it hit hard. Gibson Girls were the first major development, around the late 1800s and spanning into the early 1900s. The Gibson Girl “was tall and slender, yet with ample bosom, hips and bottom. She had an exaggerated S-curve torso shape achieved by wearing a swan-bill corset. Images of her epitomized the late 19th- and early 20th-century Western preoccupation with youthful features and ephemeral beauty.” Pretty much the first widespread American ladies’ beauty standard. When flappers became a thing in the ’20s, it became trendy to be very thin and flat-chested, as to best wear the fashions of the time. Then movies happened, and Americans pretty much shit their pants. Movie stars were a thing! And they were beautiful things! And frequently very slender things, albeit with sweet boobs and a moderately heart-shaped ass! Movies were immediately huge, especially during WWII, because they were cheap and there wasn’t a lot else that you could do for fun. This was the first time you could actually put people on screens and have other people stare at them and go, “Yes. This is what I want to look like.” (Or, “Yes. This is what I want my wife to look like.”) Hollywood and ADVERTISERS (the main culprits here, because one could argue that Hollywood and the film/TV industries only exist by the grace of advertisers) has pretty much dictated how women “should” look ever since — we’ve gone through phases, obviously, but it’s not as if American women as a whole have been particularly in control of our beauty standards ever since the advent of moving pictures.
Which brings me back to the ads above! Come on. You can’t seriously argue that ad men telling you not to be skinny is any better than ad men telling you not to be fat. (Which, by the way, they were doing back then, too. Just sayin’.) It’s the other side of the same coin. And, for that matter, standards of beauty were even stricter back then, because not only did you have to be slender and conventionally pretty to fit that standard, you also had to be white. Post all the old-school “nobody wants a skinny girl!” ads you want, but you have to admit, none of those women are anything but lily-white.
I’m not going to try to argue that today’s body image standards aren’t totally fucked-up, because, well, Toddlers & Tiaras exists. So does Cosmopolitan. So does that lady in England who gave her teenage daughter Botox and even Anderson Cooper was like, “I can’t even look at you. Leave. Get out.” But I definitely can argue that things weren’t significantly better back during the Cold War, or even before. And honestly, we don’t know how people will see us in the future — Earth-people in like, 2200 will probably look back at our Maxim Hot 100s and what not and see Christina Hendricks and be like, “This was the ultimate standard of beauty in the 2000s! All woman had to look like this!” Or they might do that with Beyonce! (Let’s be real, though. It’ll probably be Lady Gaga or Ke$ha, because I’m convinced that in the future, everyone will dress like them.) Point is, it’s full of tricky gray areas. And also, that girl on my Facebook was a dumbass.
Hey, I wrote this thing last night and if you haven’t read it yet, I think you should! I’m pretty proud of it! (Even though it kind of falls apart near the end. Gimme a break. It was like 1am.)
I do that, look at my writing much later and say “…I didn’t write that. Did I?”
I agree with this post more or less entirely except STOP LOOKING AT WOMEN I DON’T FUCKING CARE WHAT WOMEN LOOK LIKE LOOK AT MEN INSTEAD LOOK I HAVE A WHOLE BLOG FULL OF THEM
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His trolling
that…..is actually kinda really really hot somehow. hm.
I KNOW sock fetishists read my blog. It’s just the law of averages.
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#fuck you batman I’m looking for the damn shark repellent okay you will have it in literally three seconds for fucks sake stop being an asshole for one second and remember MY PARENTS ARE DEAD TOO, YOU’RE NOT SPECIAL, BRUCE and my parents didn’t pass on their amazingly badass acrobat skills just so some spoilt crazy billionaire could be a dillhole obviously it was a shark it’s called artistic license, so shut the fuck up, Bruce, AT LEAST I TRY TO FIND SOMETHING TO SMILE ABOUT, mister still-cries-himself-to-sleep, okay? AT LEAST I FUCKING TRY
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