I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
“Rap is just noise”
Look at that terrible rap music, poisoning the minds of our youth.
Next person who tries telling me Ke$ha is more important than Tupac is getting some knowledge dropped on em.
Shirts. Shirts for you. For us. Curated by me. By WE LOVE FINE. They actually went for that one. Can you believe it? Because I can not.
I’m donating my curation commission to FUTURES WITHOUT VIOLENCE which works to end violence against women and children around the world. Sales online of these shirts (and whatever follows) or at shows where WE LOVE FINE are set up — ANY sales of these things — money goes to FWV.
BUY YOU SOME SHIRTS BRO SERIOUSLY
Omg I want a crotchguy shirt so bad.
OH COME ON, I LITERALLY JUSST ORDERED A HAWKGUY SHIRT ON WEDNESDAY, STAHP W<3F I HAVE COMICS AND VIDEO GAMES TO BUY
I’d watch the hell out of Burt Macklin, Agent of S.H-OH SHIT WAIT NO, BURT MACKLIN IS ALREADY PETER QUILL, AKA STARLORD, WE ALL GOOD!
While discussing a recent break-up…
Mad Humpin’ is great. But not as good as Bonetown or Fuck Zone.
“Oh good” You’re probably saying to yourself right now. “Another fucking Cyclops/Jean Grey photo from c2e2.”
Don’t care, JayCutler.jpg, etc. Meryle went H.A.M. on these costumes, and y’all exposed me to wayyyyy too much stupid shit in return, so all’s fair in tumblring.
Costumes- Idzerda Designs. Meryle as White Phoenix, myself as Cyclops
Photo: TLY Cos Photos.
Con: c2e2 2013
Probably the best thing Matt Fraction has ever written.
From the dear departed Comic Foundry, if I remember correctly. And I may not. It’s kinda traumatic.
Tumblr is sticky with marvel man-love today.
Matt Fraction, the writer of my favorite comic on the stands everyone.
There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all (x)
Another reminder that the new 52 is terrible.