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  • breelandwalker:

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Comic Book Readers
orkin 1947



what’s this?
Little girls read comics from the very beginning of their incarnation??





“Girl reading comic book in newsstand” by Teenie Harris (c. 1940-1945) © 2006 Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

That sound you hear is thousands of wangsting sexist fanboys shrieking in horror.
Suck it.

    breelandwalker:

    fangirling-daily:

    fat-pikachu-mas:

    denise-puchol:

    Comic Book Readers

    orkin 1947

    what’s this?

    Little girls read comics from the very beginning of their incarnation??

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    “Girl reading comic book in newsstand” by Teenie Harris (c. 1940-1945) © 2006 Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

    That sound you hear is thousands of wangsting sexist fanboys shrieking in horror.

    Suck it.

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  • clockworktears:

art: (x)  colored: (x)

    clockworktears:

    art: (x)  colored: (x)

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  • ironinkpen:

    silverqueen:

    ironinkpen:

    Do you ever have those moments where you read fanfiction

    And you’re just like

    No

    Okay the other day I read the phrase “his rampant erection”

    and I just had this terrifying image of a hard penis just detaching itself and running around trashing the room and breaking things

    and people screaming “OH GOD, SOMEONE STOP THAT ERECTION, IT’S RUNNING RAMPANT!”

    Well this post just got a million times better

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  • artist-confessions:

My grade 4 teacher took my desk away because I would draw on it. I was to sit on the floor for months as my punishment. (Deserved or not, to an 8 year old this was really embarrassing.)My grade 7 teacher went into my desk to go through my folder of (admittedly angsty) art without my permission, then went to my mother. Because of her I was forced to see the school psychiatrist regularly.My grade 8 teacher told me art could never be a career and that I would end up without any worth, working somewhere trashy for my whole life.My grade 9 teacher ripped up my entire art folder because I was drawing in class, after bawling in front of everyone she then chased me into the washroom to lecture me while I hid to cry in a stall.My grade 10 teacher didn’t believe I had painted something by myself, she told me it was plagiarism and gave me zero. When it was in fact 100% mine.This is just few of many.
Thirteen years have passed and I am ashamed to admit that any of this still affects me. These instances for which I am sure are insignificant to any of you shook my confidence, sucked the passion out of my only escape, and made me feel as if my hobby was wrong, worthless, and should be hidden; and for that I will never forgive them.
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    artist-confessions:

    My grade 4 teacher took my desk away because I would draw on it. I was to sit on the floor for months as my punishment. (Deserved or not, to an 8 year old this was really embarrassing.)

    My grade 7 teacher went into my desk to go through my folder of (admittedly angsty) art without my permission, then went to my mother. Because of her I was forced to see the school psychiatrist regularly.

    My grade 8 teacher told me art could never be a career and that I would end up without any worth, working somewhere trashy for my whole life.

    My grade 9 teacher ripped up my entire art folder because I was drawing in class, after bawling in front of everyone she then chased me into the washroom to lecture me while I hid to cry in a stall.

    My grade 10 teacher didn’t believe I had painted something by myself, she told me it was plagiarism and gave me zero. When it was in fact 100% mine.

    This is just few of many.

    Thirteen years have passed and I am ashamed to admit that any of this still affects me. These instances for which I am sure are insignificant to any of you shook my confidence, sucked the passion out of my only escape, and made me feel as if my hobby was wrong, worthless, and should be hidden; and for that I will never forgive them.

    submitted by -Anonymous

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  • artzygirl:

    scifiromancemachine:

    Oh my god it’s the full set 

    ahhh what is it doing?

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  • “ Do something. If it doesn’t work, do something else. No idea is too crazy. ”
    — Jim Hightower (via quotedojo)
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  • “ Confusion is the welcome mat at the door of creativity. ”
    — Michael J. Gelb (via quotedojo)
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  • “ Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still. ”
    — Chinese Proverb (via quotedojo)
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  • “People are dying from over thinking. They fill their brains with harsh thoughts and it brings the body down too. Chances are no one thinks as bad about you than you.”
    — Unknown (via ileu)

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  • “ Good advice is always certain to be ignored, but that’s no reason not to give it. ”
    — Agatha Christie (via quotedojo)
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