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katlay:

Yes I am going to draw more of May and Molly from Pancakes. I have a mini-series in the works that is about how these two met. But before that gets underway, here is a peek at May’s family, and also a glimpse of Molly’s. 

Totally awesome and charming and funny and sweet and thoroughly lovely 12-page comic story about a woman taking her girlfriend home to meet her family for the first time. (Very hard to read pages 2-5 because they’re so tiny, though, and because of the terrible Tumblr UI.)

gingerhaze:

Oh, I know I have it better than a lot of would-be comics buyers, and that’s what worries me. I’ve had it with the self-appointed gatekeepers in comics. 

secondlina:

"Nope", the anime.

Based on that hilarious text post.

publicshaming:

During the SuperBowl, the Coca-Cola Company aired a commercial to promote their brand as every other mega corporation who has a few million dollars to blow on a 30 to 60 seconds of television airtime. It was a nice commercial titled “It’s Beautiful” in which American people did American things…

Appallingly ignorant responses to multilingual commercial.

womenrockscience:

chemb0t:

velvetant:

A Principal in 1815, condemning the limitations of ‘modern technology

The wheel turns.

This is why I have no patience for adults who insult kids for using computers, the web and new media. They have no idea how antiquated and repetitive they sound.

womenrockscience:

chemb0t:

velvetant:

A Principal in 1815, condemning the limitations of ‘modern technology

The wheel turns.

This is why I have no patience for adults who insult kids for using computers, the web and new media. They have no idea how antiquated and repetitive they sound.

violetimpudence:

backtothefiveanddime:

violetimpudence:

matineemoustache:

Classic movie moustache appreciation post.

“A man without a mustache is a man without a soul.” ― Confucius

Or: It’s not your imagination, they really did all look alike, or at least their moustaches did.

This thing should come with a legend. I’m supposed to be pretty good at this stuff and yet this plethora is confusing me and I can only ID about half these gents. Maybe if they shaved I’d do better ….

row 1: ?, Clark Gable, David Niven, ?

row 2: Laurence Olivier, Cary Grant, ?, ? (maybe Ramon Novarro)

row 3: ?, ?, William Powell, Vincent Price

row 4: John Barrymore, ?, ? (maybe Tyrone Power), Errol Flynn

you can always tell Errol Flynn because Kevin Kline was born to play him

row 5: ?, ?, Doug Fairbanks Jr, Claude Rains

Row 1: Ronald Coleman, Gable, Niven, Anton Walbrook (I think)

Row 2: Olivier, Grant, Robert Donat (I think!), definitely Ramon

Row 3: Warren William, Robert Taylor, Powell, Price

Row 4: Barrymore, ??, definitely Tyrone Power, Flynn

Row 5: Nils Asther, John Gilbert (I’m a silent movie nerd, what can I say), Doug Jr, and Claude!

So who the hell is the 4th row mystery man? And was Robert Donat the biological hybrid of Robert Taylor and Robert Young?

Oh, I totally should have gotten Anton.

If matineemoustache’s tags on the original post are in order then the mystery man on row four is Gilbert Roland.

I find your Donat theory appealing.

justaguywithaphone:

Victorian house in Arcata, Ca

justaguywithaphone:

Victorian house in Arcata, Ca

angryhistory:

(If anyone finds the way I discuss race in this problematic, please let me know so I can change it so it’s more appropriate to the conversation at hand)

The topic of PoC in Britain has been discussed at length here before. However, I feel like it hasn’t been discussed enough…

cups-of-tea-and-history:

moniquill:

darandan:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

wellthisisverymuch:

hiddlestalker:

perks-of-fangirling:

yourvoiceinnovember:

plat-inum:

jeanwantsatumblr:

monkaroo:

thewriterhouse:

Can you imagine reading in one of these during a rainstorm?

Imagine having this though. No wind. No bugs. No critters. You’re own little bubble. I legitimately need this in my life.

Imagine forcing a cat in there with you  

there are two types of people

What if you farted and you couldn’t get out and you pretty much gassed yourself to death

three. three types of people

you could preserve a dead body

Correction there are four types.

Imagine if the Zombie Apocalypse started and you were just like this Human Hamster Wheel, mowing them down left and right as they pawed at the cylindrical surface… not comprehending why they could see you, but not reach your warm, delicious flesh. 

there are five fucking types. FIVE

Left in the sun, isn’t this thing pretty much a slow-cooker? Mmmm, human brisket in in own juices.

Also you could cosplay the shit out of the ballroom scene from Labyrinth in this thing,

cups-of-tea-and-history:

moniquill:

darandan:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

wellthisisverymuch:

hiddlestalker:

perks-of-fangirling:

yourvoiceinnovember:

plat-inum:

jeanwantsatumblr:

monkaroo:

thewriterhouse:

Can you imagine reading in one of these during a rainstorm?

Imagine having this though. No wind. No bugs. No critters. You’re own little bubble. I legitimately need this in my life.

Imagine forcing a cat in there with you  

there are two types of people

What if you farted and you couldn’t get out and you pretty much gassed yourself to death

three. three types of people

you could preserve a dead body

Correction there are four types.

Imagine if the Zombie Apocalypse started and you were just like this Human Hamster Wheel, mowing them down left and right as they pawed at the cylindrical surface… not comprehending why they could see you, but not reach your warm, delicious flesh. 

there are five fucking types. FIVE

Left in the sun, isn’t this thing pretty much a slow-cooker?
Mmmm, human brisket in in own juices.

Also you could cosplay the shit out of the ballroom scene from Labyrinth in this thing,