Hell yeah, fat artist!

thisbelongsinamuseum: Every year the National Museum of Mexican...

Tue, 21 May 2013 16:54:20 -0400

Every year the National Museum of Mexican Art in Chicago has a Day of the Dead exhibit. The only Latino museum accredited by the American Association of Museums, it has the country’s largest Mexican art collection. So it’s fitting the museum also has one of the biggest displays of Día de los Muertos. There are numerous altars and related art by local and international artists. And that’s not it. There is also a sugar skull demonstration along with foot pedal loom weaving and wood carving. And it’s all FREE!!! Well, except if you want to take home a souvenir Day of the Dead ceramic figure, that will cost you.

In case you didn’t already know, Día de los Muertos is a day to celebrate the lives of deceased loved ones. It is believed that on this day, the souls of the dead travel back to earth. Leaving an altar with an offering for the souls ensures that they will find their way home. This year the ancient ways and traditions of Hanal Pixán (food for the souls) from the Yucatan Peninsula was the theme of many of the ofrendas (installations) in the museum. I remember a number of years ago the exhibit honored late Chicago artist Ed Paschke, well, this time Mayor Daley’s late wife Maggie was represented with not just an altar, but an entire room. Hey, it pays to be related to the king, I guess, even in death. Anyway, I’ll let the art speak for itself. Enjoy.

¡Feliz Día de los Muertos!

Photo

Mon, 20 May 2013 19:42:24 -0400

This is Thin Privilege: Fat and Pregnancy

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:26:46 -0400

This is Thin Privilege: Fat and Pregnancy:

thisisthinprivilege:

Thin privilege is not having to feel like you have to constantly tell people how good your diet is, and how good your health is, when you talk about having your next child. Thin privilege is not worrying about what people are saying in the backs of their minds. I get my sugar, cholesterol, and…

Reblogging because I’m a fat pregnant woman who is otherwise healthy besides recently finding out I have gestational diabetes. The one thing I was told was: THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT, AND NOT ANYTHING YOU ATE, ETC. Because I was already beating myself up about it. My cholesterol is better than “normal” and the rest of my blood panel is normal. Save for the diabetes. I was the only fat woman in my diabetes class and it was a little reassuring. I’ve not once been shamed about my weight in relation to my pregnancy, but I live each day worried that someone is going to point a finger at me and shame me for being fat and pregnant. I’ve seen stories. How fair is that? I feel like I always have to preface any pregnancy/diabetes conversations with “But I exercise three to four hours a week (depending on what my fibro will let me accomplish, and I think that’s pretty damn good in itself) and I eat decently, and my blood work is normal.” I shouldn’t have to feel like I have to defend myself and my growing body to anyone. But there you are.

illustratosphere: Hummingbirds by Annika Siems

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:09:40 -0400

illustratosphere:

Hummingbirds by Annika Siems

Infinite list of my favorite movies » The Fall...

Sun, 19 May 2013 21:06:48 -0400

Infinite list of my favorite movies » The Fall (2006)

“When I get out from the hospital, I miss Roy very much. My mother told me that he plays in pictures and he does things that the other actors cannot do, like falling and hitting and when they climb on something, when they… I didn’t believe my mother, but then I saw him.”

Always reblog. The only movie I’d ever do fan art for.

cardiac-art: “The Bone Constellation” by Vero Navarro

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:27:22 -0400

cardiac-art:

“The Bone Constellation” by Vero Navarro

tastefullyoffensive: 9 Cats Taking Selfies

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:13:36 -0400

tastefullyoffensive:

9 Cats Taking Selfies

artforadults: ana teresa barboza

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:09:11 -0400

artforadults:

ana teresa barboza

Now with citation!Ali Gulecaligulec.carbonmade.com/

Thu, 16 May 2013 20:38:46 -0400

Now with citation!

Ali Gulec
aligulec.carbonmade.com/

thefrogman: When a man and a woman are in love and get married,...

Mon, 13 May 2013 15:09:03 -0400

thefrogman:

When a man and a woman are in love and get married, they decide to show their love by participating in the most heinous of acts. Sexual intercourse. They turn off all the lights and the man inserts his rod of evil into the woman’s hole of Satan. They must use the missionary position, as it is improper for the male to face the Lord when humping about and making sex faces.

The male thrusts back and forth for nearly a minute until his penis ejaculates seminal fluid into the vaginal cavity. This unleashes several hundred million little spermies all hellbent on finding an egg and making your life a whole lot more expensive. These guys are excellent swimmers too. Once a sperm is in motion it is then officially a spermatozoon. That’s a fun word. Spermatozoooooooon. Spermatozoooooooooooooon.

Anyway.

The millions of spermatozoa (plural of spermatozoooooon) swim their way up the fallopian tubes. They target an egg and ram their spermy little heads into it. Most of them die from head trauma, but sometimes a lucky little tadpole breaks through and takes up residence inside the ovum…creating an embryo.

Depending on your religious beliefs, this is when life begins or it is just a couple of cells that could develop into a wittle baby. If you are a penguin, you really don’t care either way because your brain is unable to comprehend complex concepts.

Once these two parts have bonded, the embryo does its best to attach to the uterine wall so it can begin dividing and conquering the mama’s belly. You must of course feed this little embryo all sorts of strange things. Like pickles and ice cream. Or peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches.

Over the next 9 months those two cells divide into billions of cells creating a fetus.

If you take a picture of this fetus inside the tummy, it will look like an alien creature.

This is normal. You do not have an alien baby.

Then the day comes. The amniotic sac ruptures and the fluid is evacuated out of the vagina. Now…they call this “breaking water,” and even though that fluid is mostly water, there are also proteins, carbohydrates, and even a little pee in it. So if she broke water on your couch, I would give that a decent scrubbing after. Or at least turn the cushion over.

Junior is now ready to squeeze his cantaloupe head through the mother’s golf ball vagina. It’s important that the female breathe like an idiot to distract her from this fact. Typically like, “Hee hee hooooo. Hee hee hooooo.” Once she figures out that doesn’t do shit, she will demand drugs. Give them to her.

Her cervix will dilate. This only happens in centimeters, as doctors are too good for inches. Once it gets to the size of a lemon, they encourage the woman to start pushing. If you offer the woman your hand at this point, she will break every bone in it. I suggest putting your arms behind your back and having an encouraging expression on your face. The female may poop a little, try not to notice that.

Soon the baby’s head will emerge and the doctors may use salad tongs to help pull it out. It will be slimy. It will have goo on it. It will be making strange noises. It will be bright pink and otherworldly.

This is normal. You still do not have an alien baby.

The doctor then gives the baby its first dose of corporal punishment and smacks it firmly to induce breathing. The baby will start crying. Get used to that.

If you were to try and trace this process back to the point of origin, I would say that it all starts with the rod of evil. Which is the delivery mechanism for the spermatozooooons. Which are manufactured and stored in the balls.

So, in conclusion, babies come from men’s balls of sacky malevolence.

[Originally created for Slacktory]

Sounds about right.

jeremyloverobsessedmoi: nuwanda13: irefusetobedefined: ddowney...

Wed, 08 May 2013 19:21:36 -0400

jeremyloverobsessedmoi:

nuwanda13:

irefusetobedefined:

ddowney:

i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”

I will never, ever, not reblog this.

*huggles RDJ* Anyone on here who loves him, someone posted an amazing story about him when he was younger. I wish knew where the link was so I could share it. Instead, it’s just cut and pasted below. If I find the link, I’ll replace it with that.

I will also say that I have read this several times now and it still makes me cry.

“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt

I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.

    Mine does.

    His name is Robert Downey Jr.

    You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.

    It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.

    I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.

    I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?

    The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.

    I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.

    We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.

    We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.

    The volume of blood was staggering.

    I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?

    Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.

    He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.

    He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.

    She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”

    He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”

    He was a movie star, after all.

    Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.

    We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.

    I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.

    But I didn’t.

    Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.

    I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.

    I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.

    He remembered.

    “I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”

    He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”

OH MY GOD………………………..

reblog forever

I talked about this with the hubs last night! I’m so glad to see someone who struggled with addiction so publicly turn his life around. I lost a loved one to addiction, and watched the struggle. Addicts are human to, and I think the media loses sight of that. Well, the media and humanity lose sight of it. I hope that someone who is struggling sees what he’s done, what he’s built after his struggle and it influences them.

This is Thin Privilege: FatGirlSLIM! - Sephora sells "fat girls" shit to lotion away the fatness (fine print: doesn't work)

Tue, 07 May 2013 14:49:11 -0400

This is Thin Privilege: FatGirlSLIM! - Sephora sells "fat girls" shit to lotion away the fatness (fine print: doesn't work):

thisisthinprivilege:

Fat discrimination is having a whole line of beauty products specially made for ‘fat girls’:

(Product is called FatGirlScrub. Noted points in the description are that it’s meant “for the less-than-perfect parts” and that basically the reason this thing is a “FatGirl” product is that …

fancybidet: chubbycartwheels: juniysa: Hey new followers! In...

Fri, 03 May 2013 19:15:14 -0400

fancybidet:

chubbycartwheels:

juniysa:

Hey new followers!

In addition to writing, I also reblog art and great writing/drawing tips.

This tutorial is incredible if you are a character designer looking to diversify your female characters. Adding weight to a character is not as simple as drawing a simple body and curving the lines; you have to know the body structure to get it right.

I tried the second character from the left “Gwen” and was shocked at how close my sketch came to this tutorial.

A helpful guide for comic artists, character designers, and cosplayers alike.

Tutorial - Curves on Girls by *Ai-Bee

These are cute.

This is how I approach figure drawing, just in case anyone wanted to learn!

This also helps with my pin ups. Thanks!

queensimia: oldmanyellsatcloud: bolto: these books were such...

Fri, 03 May 2013 11:35:09 -0400

queensimia:

oldmanyellsatcloud:

bolto:

these books were such a huge influence on me and wanting to draw as a kid and i still adore them

Oh man, I vaugely remember Leo the Lop.

I remember these! I just loved the way they rendered ponies/unicorns/pegasi/other equine fantasy critters and copied what covers I could get my hands on.

Ode to my kidhood.

fuckyeahforensics: The winter of 1609 to 1610 was treacherous...

Thu, 02 May 2013 16:21:27 -0400

fuckyeahforensics:

The winter of 1609 to 1610 was treacherous for early American settlers. Some 240 of the 300 colonists at Jamestown, in Virginia, died during this period, called the “Starving Time,” when they were under siege and had no way to get food.

Desperate times led to desperate measures. New evidence suggests that includes eating the flesh of fellow colonists who had already died.

Archaeologists revealed Wednesday their analysis of 17th century skeletal remains suggesting that settlers practiced cannibalism to survive.

Researchers unearthed an incomplete human skull and tibia (shin bone) in 2012 that contain several features suggesting that this particular person had been cannibalized. The remains come from a 14-year-old girl of English origin, whom historians are calling “Jane.”

There are about half a dozen accounts that mention cannibalistic behaviors at that time, although the record is limited, said Douglas Owsley, division head of physical anthropology at the Smithsonian National Museum of National History.

The newly analyzed remains support these accounts, providing the first forensic evidence of cannibalism in the American colonies.

What we know from the bones

Jane’s remains were found in a 17th-century trash deposit at the former site of James Fort. William Kelso, chief archaeologist at the Jamestown Rediscovery Project said at a briefing Wednesday that the fort was built in 1607, but has been washed away. Kelso and colleagues began digging in 1994 and have been excavating the site on Jamestown Island ever since.

Owsley and colleagues can tell quite a bit about what happened to Jane when at least one starving settler in the fort apparently tried to feed off of her.
If it’s any consolation, it appears that she was already dead at the time.

Researchers say it looks like someone had tried, but failed to open the skull with four shallow chops to the forehead.

The back of the skull contains markings that could have been made by a small hatchet or cleaver striking it. The cranium cracked open from the last hit. Forensic experts say it appears the person striking the skull was right-handed.

The skull’s mandible contains cuts all over it and inside, which experts say reflect an attempt to take tissue off of the face and throat with a tool such as a knife. The cheek area reflects a “sawing action” of a tool going back and forth, Owsley said. There are also sharp passages of a knife.

At some point in the process, the head was removed, Owsley said.

The damage done to these remains indicates that whoever inflicted it was not a skilled butcher, he said.

“Instead, what we see is hesitancy, trial, tentativeness and an absolute total lack of experience.”

The shin bone that archaeologists recovered also appeared to have been chopped, but in a way that more resembles classic butchering techniques, Owsley said.

“The person doing this was clearly interested in, based on what would have been accepted cuisine in the 17th century, in cheek meat, muscles of the face — that area — and tongue, and also in terms of 17th century traditional cuts, would also include the brain,” he said.

It is possible that more than one person was involved in this, given the disparity in butchering practices seen in the head compared to the shin bone.

What we know about the colonists

In the summer of 1609, the settlers experienced two significant setbacks, said James Horn, vice president of research and historical interpretation at Colonial Williamsburg.

The first was that a large fleet bringing supplies and settlers to Virginia was scattered. It had been carrying 500 settlers from Plymouth along with provisions.

“The fleet represented a new beginning for Jamestown, which had struggled over the previous two years,” Horn said.

A hurricane scattered the ships a week before they were supposed to arrive. The flagship with the leaders of this pack ended up in Bermuda. Shakespeare’s play “The Tempest” takes its inspiration from this event.

Six ships reached Jamestown in August 1609, with spoiled or depleted food, and many settlers in poor health. “On one of those ships was Jane,” Horn said.

At the same time, the relationship between the Jamestown colonists and the native Powhatan Indians had broken down. The existing settlers were already experiencing disease and a shortage of food, and the demands they made on the Powhatans strained their relations.

That was the environment into which 300 additional settlers arrived at the James Fort.

One of the leaders of the group, Captain John Smith — the same one who was famously friends with Pocahontas — returned to England in October 1609 because he was injured, Owsley said, leaving a leadership vacuum.

In the fall, the Powhatans waged war against these colonists, and launched a siege against the fort.

With no way to get food from the outside, the colonists resorted to eating horses, dogs, cats, rats, mice and snakes, Horn said, according to the accounts of George Percy, who was the president of Jamestown during this time. There are even accounts of people eating their shoes and any other leather that could be found. Anyone who left to try to scrounge for roots in the woods was killed by the Powhatans.

Percy wrote, according to the Smithsonian, “thatt notheinge was Spared to mainteyne Lyfe and to doe those things which seame incredible, as to digge upp deade corpes outt of graves and to eate them. And some have Licked upp the Bloode which hathe fallen from their weake fellowes.” In other words, cannibalism.

It’s not clear how many deceased colonists were cannibalized. Only 60 of 300 of the original colonists survived, described as “looking like skeletons,” Horn said.

In May of 1610, the settlers finally arrived who had been shipwrecked in Bermuda, effectively saving the colony. Lord Delaware brought even more colonists and enough provisions to last a year.

There are still more pits at the fort to be excavated, and only 10% of Jane’s body has been recovered, Owsley said.

“I think there’s going to be other examples,” Owsley said. “Whether that will be found — with archeology you never know what’s going to be under the next shovel.”

A special exhibition will begin at the Smithsonian about Jamestown and Jane’s story on Friday.

cat doesn’t want to get out of nice warm bath [x] Ded.

Wed, 01 May 2013 04:01:27 -0400

cat doesn’t want to get out of nice warm bath [x]

Ded.

chubbybychoice: daniwubsbass: sodomymcscurvylegs: weareallanem...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 11:08:40 -0400

chubbybychoice:

daniwubsbass:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

weareallanemic:

misterpornographic:

killingsecrets:

^ Er Nurse

^ Funeral Director

^Works in management

^Medical professional

^Mr & Mrs Claus

^Teacher

^Vet Tech

For all you tattoo bashers out there.

Tattoos don’t make the character. Learn people. Learn.

This.

The previous generations really did a number on us when it comes to tattoos. They made us believe that tattoos are unprofessional and unsightly, when, really, tattoos and body art have existed through pretty much the entirety of human history. Tattoos, unless they are of an offensive nature, are not any more unprofessional than make-up, or jewelry, etc.

I remember one time I was asked by a friend who is a manager if she should hire a guy with tattoos. My first question to her was about how qualified the guy was for the position, and she explained he was very qualified.

Her: “If you went to a store to buy something, would it bother you if the person helping you had tattoos?”

Me: “As long as he does his job properly and helps me when I need it, he could be wearing a Halloween costume for all I care.”

bless this post.

Damn straight.

For ten years I worked as a civilian in the Air Force. I dealt with high ranking officers and enlisted personnel. While my tattoos are in mostly hidden areas (unless I wore skirts) I had facial piercings and stretched ears. I did my work well. I only ever got curious questions. The typical “Did that hurt?” To which I answered honestly. My work and customer focus outshines my pink hair and my modifications. I freelance now because it’s my choice. But anyone who thinks tattooed people are going to be unemployed, hasn’t been out in public, have they?

bubblejam: The incredibly intricate and captivating custom...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 04:01:57 -0400

bubblejam:

The incredibly intricate and captivating custom animal sculptures by Creatures From El, Ellen June.

compendium-of-beasts: Monkey Gone to Heaven—The Pixies Always.

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 19:27:34 -0400

compendium-of-beasts:

Monkey Gone to Heaven—The Pixies

Always.

evilsoutherngentleman: cosmic-cunnilingus: zenpencils: Vincent...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 03:03:26 -0400

evilsoutherngentleman:

cosmic-cunnilingus:

zenpencils:

Vincent Van Gogh - ‘In spite of everything’

this is beautiful

I have a lot of deep and personal feelings about this. It is going to take me a minute, the wind has been knocked form me.

I usually despise “inspirational” bs quote memes. I really do. But this beamed a laser into my soul.