Forever 21 debuts collection inspired by Batman & Catwoman!
Clothing retailer Forever 21 has introduced Bats & Cats, a limited-edition collection men’s and women’s apparel and accessories inspired by Batman and Catwoman.
Created in partnership with Warner Bros. Consumer Products, the line’s pieces range from sweaters and a faux-leather backpack to T-shirts and a phone case.
“We have been enthralled with the animal emergence and took to cats, epitomizing a soft femininity and bats, symbolizing our desire for nocturnal nonconformity for an updated approach to the trend,” Forever 21′s Betsy Zanjani said in a statement. “This limited-edition line will allow our customers to discover unique and contemporary merchandise with a nostalgic charm of bats, cats and the iconic super heroes of Gotham City.”
Bats & Cats is on sale now on the Forever 21 website and at select stores.
|| Rememmber when I only had one oc blog and my writing was pretty ic and I hade a nice art flow of drawing ls of her and I had all the time on the freakin planet to dp replies and relax on tumblr?
Yeah. Me neither. ||
So, I got this headcannon for the turtle tots. Before they could have their own rooms, each brother had to prove that they can spend a single night on their own. Mikey took the longest to do this, because there hasn’t been a night he’s slept, without either his brothers, or Splinter. In the end, the brothers brought together what little cloth they could find and made him a teddy bear, and after Raph taped a Kunai on it’s hand, he reassured Mikey that it will protect him at night, so he can sleep by himself. This did the trick, and Mikey slept peacefully by himself for the first time, granting him his own room.
Random doodle I did tonight. I’m taking art requests right now, so feel free to pop into my chat room and talk to me, or send me a message.
((Oh, we really must! I’ve never roleplayed with any Teen Titans/Young Justice blogs, and I love ocs!))
|| I’m not specifically set in that fandom, though lol. I can do other verses too! 83 I JUST LOVE YOUR DONNIE AND I’VE JUST STALKED YOU FROM AFAR FOR FAR TOO LONG LET ME LOVE YOU ||
Phobias may be memories passed down in genes from ancestors
Memories may be passed down through generations in DNA in a process that may be the underlying cause of phobias
Memories can be passed down to later generations through genetic switches that allow offspring to inherit the experience of their ancestors, according to new research that may explain how phobias can develop. Scientists have long assumed that memories and learned experiences built up during a lifetime must be passed on by teaching later generations or through personal experience. However, new research has shown that it is possible for some information to be inherited biologically through chemical changes that occur in DNA. Researchers at the Emory University School of Medicine, in Atlanta, found that mice can pass on learned information about traumatic or stressful experiences – in this case a fear of the smell of cherry blossom – to subsequent generations. The results may help to explain why people suffer from seemingly irrational phobias – it may be based on the inherited experiences of their ancestors. (via Phobias may be memories passed down in genes from ancestors - Telegraph)
i would love to know what this means in the context of slave descendants.
He finished writing and put his notebook away, turning his attention directly to her. “You should be made aware that you are in custody of the federal government. The subject at hand is both highly dangerous and unknown. As of right now you are to cooperate fully, or there will be consequences. We will not-“
He was interrupted by the man in the passengers’ seat, who spoke with more authority. “Relax. She’s just a kid. For once we’re not dealing with some mutant who spits acid or throws train cars. We’ve got an unknown subject, which as of the moment is unconscious and harmless, and a sixteen year old girl who happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.” The bald man pursed his lips in irritation, and his higher up spoke again. “Excuse the rush. All we can let you know is that this is a code green, level one concern. Which makes it top on the priority list.”
Oh, I’m quaking in my freakin boots…. she thought towards baldie, her glare not leaving her face til the passenger spoke up. Other mutants? Acid? Throwing train cars?
Nope, you’re dealing with a mutant with a thirteen foot wingspan and can use her wind powers to knock your- oh. Oh no.
This was bad. Real bad. These guys were hunting mutants? Well, considering she was a mutant herself, this put her on edge. Even if she was extremely good at hiding it.
"Can’t you guys give him medical supplies? He’s hurt badly. Please? I need to know if he’ll be okay, that’s all I ask." she said firmly, looking down at him with a concerned expression before looking back at him, expecting an answer really soon or she’d force it out of him a second later.
"No telling right now. This kid’s not just some mutant or a meta-human. As far as we can tell, there’s nothing we know of that could puncture his skin, nor do we have medications strong enough to have any effect on him." He noted her tension, mistaking it for worry about the boy. "Relax kid, we’re not gonna hurt him. We’re just used to dealing with a lot more resistance than this."
The van came to a sudden halt, and the three men left in a very practiced synchronization. The bald man haphazardly dragged Rush out of the back and put him on a stretcher that two other people had waiting. The higher up said something to one of them before the carted him away. “Alright, Nicole was it? We need to know anything you might know about him. He has no ID, isn’t in the system, and as far as we can find around the globe he doesn’t exist.”
Worry dripped through her system like a IV drip, and she stayed at her side until she was stopped, watching as the boy was carted around a corner, down a hall, and through some double doors.
"Yeah. Nicole. I don’t know anything about him. I just saw him crash and wanted to help him. I mean….I don’t think he’s broken anything in his body, but his head was bleeding real bad, and…"
Nicole paused, a thought coming to her before she raised an eyebrow at the well suited gentlemen, “….Gentlemen have you considered that he might be kryptonian?” At the puzzled looks she got, she explained, “Who else can get knocked out by a green rock? Superman. Kryptonite. You do the math. Until then, I’ll be waiting until I can go and see him, okay?”
Then without a word, not following any orders spat to her back, she walked out, heading for a small waiting room they had there.