Ok, mostly Tolkien, Sherlock, Avengers, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Hunger Games, funny stuff, and whatever else catches my attention.
Welcome to Women’s History Wednesday!
In 1924, the Iowa High School Athletic Association decided that organized basketball was “unhealthy” for girls and announced their decision to eliminate the girls’ state championship tournament. In response, female athletes statewide took action; that included members of the Newhall team, pictured here, who rode on horseback from farm to farm to win their neighbors’ support.
Those efforts paid off big for Newhall’s players, who in 1927 won the first-ever girls state championship under the newly-founded Iowa Girls High School Athletic Union. After a breathless night following the game remotely — it wasn’t broadcast on the radio, so fans gathered at a Newhall restaurant where the tournament plays were called out via a long-distance phone call — the whole town turned out the next morning to welcome their champions back home.
As one newspaper report described it, “The Newhall Girls of 1927 have given the town a place in the sun.”
I came back from my one week trip last Saturday. When I walked into my room, I found… this. My roommate’s welcoming committee.
Everywhere I looked was another Loki sitting in my chair, or staring from the wall, or lounging casually on my bed….
At this point, I am laughing so hard that I’m about to pee, so I go the the bathroom and
I feel as though I should prank her back.
challenge accepted roomie
Smaug the Dragon
Bilbo: “oh Smaug the stupendous.” [First time ever drawing a dragon.]
Sorry fangirls who have now become huge Smaug fans, but I just can’t see him any other way than a massive dragon with a warg’s head.
And if he wasn’t looking so ferocious, Smaug actually looks rather…I wouldn’t say handsome, but distinguished.
A little baby elephant stumbles in your ask box, holding a small letter in his mouth. He hands the note to you,”I love you. You are a wonderful, lovely person.”
Legolas gives pause, a chill running down his spine at the sight. “I cannot accept this.” He whispers darkly.
"I cannot because I have killed your father." He recalled with a haunted expression, recalling the act. "Forgive me, small elephant."
Benedict, you’re so fucking perfect. That gaze is just TOO MUCH!!! Like, I can’t even begin to tell you. And look at that hair. That luscious hair. I just want to hug him to death.