The foe is an oily wyrm, one of the more disgusting denizens of the lower reaches; its only aim to spread polluting slime where-ever it goes. For all that its dripping maw gapes fearsomely wide, it poses little threat to the Queen. She dispatches it with brutal efficiency, each slice of her magic sword leeching away the creature’s foul life force.
I have a new project and that project is called Make Some Fucking Art it’s like literally the least I can do but…it’s also the most I can do. It’s a start.
It’s not really a story. It’s just a bunch of single panels. Hopefully it’ll be updated daily. If it’s not, throw a brick at me. Select panels will be reblogged here, if I like them a lot. Critique is VERY welcome.
A powerful lass who seems t’ be English can make a dreadfully amazing an’ beautiful camp!
Though I think she looks a might bit French!
Beautiful native warriors
“We went to Kineshma, that’s in Ivanovo region, to visit his parents. I went as a heroine and I never expected someone to welcome me, a front-line girl, like that. We’ve gone through so much, we’ve saved lives, lifes of mothers, wives. And then… I heard accusations, I was bad-mouthed. Before that I’ve only ever been “dear sister”… We had tea and my husband’s mother took him aside and started crying: “Who did you marry? A front-line girl… You have two younger sisters. Who’s going to marry them now?” When I think back to that moment I feel tears welling up. Imagine: I had a record, I loved it a lot. There was a song, it said: you have the right to wear the best shoes. That was about a front-line girl. I had it playing, and [his?] elder sister came up and broke it apart, saying: you have no rights. They destroyed all my photos from the war… We, front-line girls, went through so much during hte war… and then we had another war. Another terrible war. The men left us, they didn’t cover our backs. Not like at the front.” from С.Алексеевич “У войны не женское лицо”
In Soviet Union women participating in WWII were erased from history, remaining as the occasional anecdote of a female sniper or simply as medical staff or, at best, radio specialists. The word “front-line girl” (frontovichka) became a terrible insult, synonimous to “whore”. Hundreds thousand of girls who went to war to protect their homeland with their very lives, who came back injured or disabled, with medals for valor, had to hide it to protect themselves from public scorn.
This has always happened in history: Women do something important. Then they get shamed for it (so nobody will talk about it) and it gets erased from history.
And then certain men will say: “Women suck, they’ve never done anything important.”
Look into history and learn that women have played a far greater role then douches (present and past) wanted you to know.
Hong Kong flight attendants take Wing Chun classes in order to protect themselves in the close confinement of an airplane.
While I’ve watched Wing Chun employed in street fights and fail, it seems like the perfect martial art to learn when needing to quickly diffuse a physical confrontation.
The speed, up close combat and quick neutralization of Wing Chun is ideal in this particular reason.
Also, when flying from Hong Kong, never complain about not getting ice in your drink of you’ll find yourself on the floor, pissing blood.
Yeah, while I tend to agree with Bruce Lee that styles don’t win or lose fights, fighters win or lose fights, I do think Wing Chun is perfect for flight attendants to study. First of all, Hong Kong — capital of Wing Chun. Plus, it was developed by a woman, for a woman, so that’s good. As is typical of southern styles of Chinese martial arts, it’s suited to tight spaces, and to the southern Chinese boat culture, with rooted stances designed for maintaining balance on a rocking boat and an emphasis on hands and elbows, unlike the northern styles suited to the horse culture of the open plains, with their jumping and spinning kicks. This makes sense for airplanes, right? The whole thing just makes sense. And the best thing about studying martial arts are the confidence, calmness, and mental clarity that develop in a practitioner, which are probably even more important than fighting ability when it comes to managing a crisis.