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With an almost naive arrogance, Maranzano assumed that no one would dare challenge him, that any threats could be eliminated with little difficulty. He sent out invitations to a formal crowning, to a ceremony of obeisance—more a command than an invitation—to hundreds of mob leaders and followers in New York and around the nation. More than five hundred jammed a large banquet hall on the Grand Concourse in the Bronx, filling every chair in a prearranged order according to rank. On the dais, facing the throng, sat Maranzano on a large thronelike chair, rented from a theatrical prop warehouse specially for the occasion. On either side of him, he placed those he was about to install as his princes and lords, the heads of the various gangs and units. Luciano sat at his right hand, the designated crown prince.
—  The Last Testament of Lucky Luciano

"I offer my respectful obeisances unto His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, who is very dear to Lord Krsna on this earth, having taken shelter at His lotus feet. Our respectful obeisances are unto you, O spiritual master, servant of Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Gosvami. You are kindly preaching the message of Lord Caitanyadeva and delivering the Western countries, which are filled with impersonalism and voidism."

To be beautiful is to be almost dead, isn’t it? The lassitude of the perfect woman, the languid ease, the obeisance, spirit-drained, anaemic, pale as ivory and weak as a kitten.
—  (Possessed) Vanessa Ives (inPenny Dreadful 1x7 ‘Possession’ by John Logan) on the bullshit of perfection and its intersection with patriarchy (I reckon).

Fitness is my life …. • When I first decided to do the competition-thing it wasn’t with thoughts of winning or anything. I wanted to grow. To push myself, discover my limits and face my fears. I’ve known nothing but obesity my whole life. Even treated at a childcare for a few months with other obeised children. Going from that, to have the oppurtunity and courage to step on a stage and let someone judge me on the main thing I’ve always hated and felt miserable about.. My body. That is BIG! Unbelieveable big!! It’s not just about the body for me. I don’t even have the words to describe what happens in your mind. It has been 2 years since I decided to change my life. Best decision I ever made.
👉 And now what? I gotta admit.. I’m hooked!! I wanna get better! I want to improve. And I want to be in it to win it 😉 And someday.. I’ll get there 😉 How do I know?! Because I have a goal and a drive nobody ever can take away from me ✌️Ever! 🙏 ..
Now.. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. If you have a dream with the will and courage to pursue it - Miracles happen 💫
#transformation | #fromfattofit

I met Joan Rivers only once, though I’d been going to her shows for years. It was in 2007, at a birthday party thrown for a mutual friend in New York. Meeting her was like meeting Margaret Thatcher, which I also did a few times just before the latter passed. Each possessed a unique sort of charisma that can only be described as transcendent: something in their eyes that commanded obeisance and adoration.


this is that “promiscuous feminists are destroying gaming” dude btw

Surya receives worship from the multitudes; Tanjore School miniature painting, 1800’s

Source: http://www.christies.com/LotFinder/search/LotDetail.asp?intObjectID=2689138&SE=CMWCAT02+24697+1764406468+&QR=M+1+15+Aqc0000900+24414++Aqc0000900+&entry=india&RQ=True&AN=16
(downloaded Aug. 2001)

"A Painting of Surya. India, Tanjore School, 19th Century. The nimbated Sun God depicted upon his chariot surrounded by attendants with smaller figures at left in obeisance."


Chemical ~ A HalSin drabble

No matter how amicably their meetings may start, Hal always found himself arguing with Sinestro over something. Diplomacy, defense and now power. They’d fallen onto the topic of the emotional spectrum only to debate which each man considered to be stronger. Sinestro was adamant that fear ruled all for it was the fear of a thing that drove any person to obeisance. Hal’s answer surprised Sinestro. Instead of his own corps’ power of will, he chose love.

"Love?" Sinestro scoffed. "Love is just a chemical reaction the brain artificially produces."

"Naturally, not artificially," Hal shook his head. "Maybe you can explain the feeling away with science but that doesn’t diminish the feeling. Hell, Sin, every emotion is a chemical reaction, but you know the thing about chemical reactions? They need triggers."

Hal floated over to the Korugarian and stopped just inches from him. He could feel the heat of Sinestro’s body seep through both of their uniforms. Risking a provoked attack, he lifted one hand to graze a gloved fingertip down crimson skin.

"Am I initiating a response?" He whispered, his lips close to Sinestro’s.

Sinestro refused to concede, he would never believe that love could ever be strong enough to win wars or move mountains. However, there was no denying the small fluttered pulse within his chest that Jordan’s light touch aroused. Perhaps love was incapable of great things but he accepted that there might be a chance that whatever it was between him and the Green Lantern could be.

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[Meme] "I can see you’re unimpressed."

Predaking sneered as he loomed over the shorter mech, looking down directly into the other’s optics. “I see nothing to be impressed by. The Prime made a grave mistake in thinking you worthy of wielding the hated weapon.”

He spared little thought for the other item which the Prime had bestowed - and thankfully reclaimed - from this blue mech. He did not truly care, for no matter what it was it would never command his obeisance.

All that mattered was that he would never bow to any unworthy mech, no matter what a Prime said.

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namas te narasiḿhāya
hiraṇyakaśipor vakṣaḥ-

ito nṛsiḿhaḥ parato nṛsiḿho
yato yato yāmi tato nṛsiḿhaḥ
bahir nṛsiḿho hṛdaye nṛsiḿho
nṛsiḿham ādiḿ śaraṇaḿ prapadye

tava kara-kamala-vare nakham adbhuta-śṛńgaḿ
keśava dhṛta-narahari-rūpa jaya jagadīśa hare

1) I offer my obeisances to Lord Narasimha, who gives joy to Prahlada Maharaja and whose nails are like chisels on the stone like chest of the demon Hiranyakasipu.

2) Lord Nrsimha is here and also there. Wherever I go Lord Nrsimha is there. He is in the heart and is outside as well. I surrender to Lord Nrsimha, the origin of all things and the supreme refuge.

3) O Kesava! O Lord of the universe! O Lord Hari, who have assumed the form of half-man, half-lionl All glories to You! lust as one can easily crush a wasp between one’s fingernails, so in the same way the body of the wasp like demon Hiranyakasipu has been ripped apart by the wonderful pointed nails on Your beautiful lotus hands.