Cthulhu cultists. Technically, I suppose Cthulhu doesn’t much care if his sacrificial victims are virgins or not. But I like this picture ‘cause I think it’s a boy tied to the stake. And, y’know, Cthulhu.

I used to read comics. Sometimes I still do.
One thing that always bothered me about comic books was how the covers would pose what I considered to be a narrative challenge: the hero is about to be shot, twice, in like 1/1000 of a second. And then the KKK-Nazi-cult leader dude will impale the virginal heroine with his stiff, quivering sword. It’s inescapable. How will they survive?
And then, inside the comic itself, this setup never actually happens, so the author doesn’t have to solve the problem on the cover.
Fucking A, man.
Wonder Woman had an oddly dual role: on the one hand, she was a crucial icon of the strong, empowered woman at a time when there was almost no competition for that position. On the other hand, she was a bondage slut who always wound up tied to something, or, alternatively, tying someone to something.
Wonder Woman became one of the most prominent entry-points of bondage into mainstream media, especially in the frequent scenes where it was depicted as a consensual “training exercise.” This—unsurprisingly—attracted the attention of censors. Fredric Wertham’s 1954 attack on comic books, Seduction of the Innocent, questioned WW’s deviant behaviors, and also raised the all-important question of whether or not Batman and Robin were gay. The result was the Comics Code Authority, one of the most ridiculous censorship bodies ever to reign on earth….a group, for instance, that harassed writer Marv Wolfman from using his own name because of their ban on werewolves.
OMG.
They let their boys get acquainted and then adjourned to the porch for brunch.
(via leathermen)