The 5th March everyone will draw or have a “t” on a place where everyone can see it (hands, face, t-shirts or everything you prefer) and when we will go out if anyone see it we will hug eachother and interchange our urls, so after if we want we can keep being in touch.
Who can do it?
Everyone that have a Tumblr. Yes even hipsters, porn and anything else blog.
Why the 5th March?
I don’t know an anon said it but i think it’s a good date.
So reblog this guys and let’s make it happens!
c’mon guys, let it happen .3
OH MY FUCK I’M DOING THIS YES.
I dont care if it isnt my blog type. i had to do reblog. i’m so doing it :)
let me interrupt your blogging for a second to introduce this post. thank you.
GAWRSH JUST DO THIS
March 5th tumblr day! Let’s make buttons!
Queen Beth Ditto
“But wherever you shop, if stores don’t have clothes in your size, let them know. Try something on, stretch it out, rip it up, and put it back on the hanger as your way of saying, ‘Fuck off. Thanks for making clothes that don’t fit me.’”
I’M HAVING A FIRE SALE!
As you may or may not have heard, there was a fire at my day job. Nobody was hurt, but the building is without power for the next few months. This means that I basically don’t have a job. What will I do? I will draw my little heart out!
For sketch commissions, I have five slots at $5/character (multi-character drawings can count as one slot), and then I’ll do six at $6/character, and so on.
For full-colour marker drawings, I’ll do five at $10/character, ten at $15/character, and then more at $20/character.
These will be emailed to you, and for an extra $10 I will mail the physical original piece.
As you can see, my main area of expertise is pinup-type drawings, but I’m willing to try new things (but I can’t guarantee they’ll be very good). If your request is something that I truly feel unable/unwilling to do, I’ll let you know.
And, of course, I couldn’t leave my corsets out of this. I will do a limited number - let’s say four - of basic underbust corsets - such as my Hogwarts line (Griffindor pictured) for $200 + shipping (regular $250+). I’m also open to more complex, non-discount corset designs, and I’ll round up some photos of examples soon.
Please spread the word and help me pay my rent!
In the immortal words to N’Sync, “buy, buy, buy”!
In this society where men are applauded for their misogyny *cough Chris Brown cough* it’s high time that the next generation of women are taught to respect themselves and their sexuality. Sexual Education needs to be reformed. Role models need to actually be positive. Shame and taboos need to be eliminated, open and frank discussions about sex positivity need to be had. I am sick to death of watching young ladies emulate Rhianna, Brittany and LiLo. I’m tired of seeing tweens depicted in tween media wearing mini skirts and stilettos. I’m furious that while men are made out to be heros for their sexual freedom, women are villainized for the same thing. No outfit or behavior EVER equates violence. Instead of calling a provocatively dressed woman a whore or a slut, perhaps revel in her confidence or if it offends you, ask her why she chose her clothing.
Sex is a natural act. As humans we choose the paradigms in which this act occurs. It is not taboo. If sex never happened none of us would ever exist. Open and respectful discussion is the first step to tearing down the shame that has been piled on top of women since biblical times. Owning your sexuality and taking full responsibility for it is implicit for our young women to grow and become strong. Parents need to have frank and brutally honest conversations about sex, because let’s be serious, they’re not going to learn it in school. Words like “slut”, “skank”, and “whore” need to be removed from our vocabularies. And Shame needs to be eliminated at all costs.
Deep-Dish Chocolate Chip Cookie for One
Ingredients (1 serving)
- 1 Tbsp unsalted butter, at room temperature
- 1/2 Tbsp unrefined granulated sugar, such as evaporated cane juice
- 1/2 Tbsp packed light brown sugar
- 1 Tbsp beaten egg, preferably organic (cover & chill remaining beaten egg for tomorrow’s cookie cup… you will be making another one!)
- tiny splash pure vanilla extract
- 2 1/2 Tbsp whole wheat pastry flour (can substitute with 3:1 of cake flour and all purpose flour)
- 1/8 tsp baking soda
- tiny pinch salt
- heaping 1 Tbsp grain-sweetened chocolate chips, such as Sunspire
In a small ramekin or microwavable cup, combine softened butter and both sugars; stir well with a spoon. Stir in beaten egg and vanilla extract. Stir in flour, baking soda, and salt just until combined. Stir in chocolate chips.
Microwave on high for 35-40 seconds. Let cookie rest at room temperature for about 10 seconds before devouring.
253.2 calories, 13.8 grams fat, 8.4 grams saturated fat, 2.9 grams fiber, 17.5 grams sugars, 2.4 grams protein
Hey Canadians, if you guys get bored of your mug-cake.
Yes. This is good.
The violations started small. I was 12, fairly tall with brand new boobs. My mother wouldn’t let me buy “real bras” for a long time. It didn’t occur to me that was weird until boys in my class started advising me to “stop wearing sports bras” because I was looking a little “saggy.”
It was a…
so ready for summer to be over…not like i can go to the beach all the time…so just give me back my tights and cardigans and my awesome boob time. because you know how shitty it is to have boobs in the summer sometimes…blech.
We’re less than two weeks away from our show, and I don’t know that you all have your tickets yet! If you don’t, fear not, because it’s time for a ticket giveaway! All you have to do is follow Nerd Girl Burlesque, and re-blog this post and you’ll be entered in a…
I have tasted God, he tasted of sweet wine
and sandalwood, the deep forest you lay down
in the moss and twigs, scattered like finger-bones,
your spine ripped out, curved like a bow.
I couldn’t find your heart, trembling
against the opened cage of your ribs,
under the gently speaking rustle,
leaves unfurling, the dance of sunlight
slinking between your vertebrae:
piccolo skims and birchskin shaves.
I fled. Your right shoulder blade beckoned still,
unfolding like the slow feathers of a wing,
your wrist flung out, palm
up, gasped my name,
but I could not stay, only
strained your skin with oleander tea,
drifted, drifted with the t