When I grow up I want to be Ming-Na Wen.
She’s the voice of Mulan, as if she wasn’t amazing enough.
Girl is 50 years old.
FIFTY. YEARS. OLD.
fun fact: When you break things with your hands like that you have t break your fingers on purpose before so that they heal stronger. So basically this woman is so badass she broke her hands just to do this.
You asshat, you’re making it sound like she snaps her fingers in half.
Martial artists like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee (and yes, fucking Ming-Na Wen, that beautiful badass) will build up their bone strength by repeatedly (and fairly gently) striking sand, gravel, wood and steel - this creates tons of microfractures in their bones (smaller than even a hairline fracture) so the bones will heal over again and make the bones stronger and denser with increased deposits of calcium.
This has to be done over long-ass periods of time, so the bones have time to heal, and none of the fractures expand into actual breaks.
Oh, and she’s doing precise-ass kicks in HIGH HEELS.
with all the force of a great typhoon
Some of my favorite art panels from the Keep.
All art is not final & subject to change.
Who are you
Whats your favorite color
Favorite ice cream flavor
Do you have a cat
reblogging again bc I already got some from really cute people, but it makes me unreasonably happy to read these from you SO KEEP ON SENDING THEM
ok new rule: if you’re gonna call me “cute” you have to specify whether you mean “cute like a little girl/baby animal” or “cute enough to bang mercilessly”
"Please stop selling shirts carelessly" wtf are they supposed to interview the people buying them like what does this dude want
"She smiled and laughed long enough to make you go away"
In high school I wouldn’t wear band shirts in public because men would stop me on the street and ridicule me for not knowing a certain obscure song by the band or fact about one of the members, like what the actual fuck.
tiny disgusting little man harasses woman he doesn’t know and attempts to shame her for wearing a shirt
I used to wear t-shirts from the band “Slayer” and like these weird dudes would come up to me all the time and would be like “Slayer!! Woo!” and want to talk to me about “Slayer”, and I’m like “I’ve never even heard one song by Slayer, I just like the shirt.” and then they like get this weird confused look on their face and are like “You should listen to Slayer bro! Woo! Slayer.” and now I don’t even wear my Slayer shirts anymore.