and a word to the wise

Oh my - for a good laugh, go into the anti-Tony Stark tag, where the mewling and roiling jealousy is on mini-boil amid the rapidly shrinking ranks. Of course “Spider-Man: Homecoming” - just on the strength of the few scenes in the trailer - looks poised to become one of the MCU’s biggest hits and make Iron Man even more of an icon for kids and the adult crowd. Marvel does these things wisely - they know RDJ is the most popular movie star on the planet and will draw legions of fans to see the movie. The scenes of Peter with Tony are adorable and hilarious, and the father-son vibe will increase audience engagement exponentially. Mentoring Peter, a new young superhero with zero baggage and tons of genuine optimism, will work wonders in healing Tony from the scars of Civil War. It’s so brilliant I can’t even…(and when *I* can’t even find words, you know it’s something!). Tony mentors Peter; Peter’s guileless enthusiasm brings new life and hope to Tony. I love it so much. It’s all we hoped for! Haters can suck on it - this will skyrocket Tony’s popularity off the charts (especially since Spidey is Marvel’s best-loved character - who better to pair with the founding father of the MCU? It couldn’t happen to a greater pair of heroes the clown.
Nothing defines a human being except for their heart, their mind, their words, and their actions. That’s what makes you a person, that’s what makes you a human being. And if everyone understood that concept, we wouldn’t have this crazy hatred. We wouldn’t have borders, we wouldn’t need to have a conversation about why immigrants are real people, or why their struggle is important. We wouldn’t have to do that because we would immediately associate their pain with our own, because we would feel it too if we were in their position.
—  Lauren Jauregui

anonymous asked:

continued respect for cait and how she Social Media's. tis all.

Wise words from my daughter a while back: One uses sm for self promotion, the other for self expression

“Mistress Toni will not tolerate any disobedience from a male slave. You should choose your words wisely. Also, you must ask permission to speak to me.”

1) @muhensai : Thank you so so much for your kind words <3! We’re super happy to hear that, it’s always so flattering to know we can inspire others! It’s not spam-ish at all, thank you again : )

2) Anon: Omg thank you!!! We’re always super happy to hear people notice these things ;; Thank you for reading it! 
As for the studies: I’m REALLY honored you’d want to do studies off my art. Truth be told, I still have no idea what I’m doing 80% of the time and I know i have a lot to learn. I wouldn’t want you to accidentally pick up my mistakes in the long run. I’m not stopping you, but maybe it’s better to study some master painters I look up to? 
Here’s a list of some inspirations:
Alfred Joseph Casson, Stepan Kolesnikov, Frank BrangwynDean Cornwell, Heinrich Lefler, Mikhail Nesterov, Viktor Vasnetsov, Ilya Repin

Hope it helps!

better days

better days

we could live in such better days
once we recognize how crime pervades - & pays

while we’re left ducking, dodging the richochets,
bullets flying from the white house & from the beltway

on slick provocations in tweets for click-clicks & paydays.

stoners in chronic’d haze eating frito-lays,
reminiscing on innocents in a pre-nuub-teen phase;

me - i crack wise, snack from fruit & cheese trays,  
taken aback by the decline, near-malaise & amazed -

at yes-men stepping to ‘Simon Says’ or ‘Captain May I’.

while i crop chimes in due time just to say - “hey i”…
choose to unwind & tweak minds with fleek lines

dropping rhymes, not rap - more refined - i’m a pap,
& reclined…

mind scribing pages as the spirit unwinds me
not donning a stage venting rage, crew behind me;

these days, they’re just passing - and I kinda sigh,
proud to be known as a helluva guy,

with a far-eastern soul and post-urban eyes,
an inner child grazing the vast western skies.
3/17 - lebuc - better days 

Day 7, March 26
  • OST (General): Battle
  • Saitama: “Killshot!”
  • Genos (AU Prompt): Western/Cowboy AU or Assassin/Spy AU

A/N: I could only think of death fics for the other prompts but the one I’m using is “Killshot!” which is really more of a “Shot to the heart”. Genos seems like the kind to write a lot of love letters to Saitama and I like the idea of Saitama’s face going absolutely red when he reads them. After all, what could be more of a ‘direct attack! Killshot!’ than reading your disciple’s heartfelt words?

My dearest, most honourable Saitama-sensei,

I write this to you under the veil of night by firelight. I know it is not wise or necessary to light a fire in the forest during a tracking mission, especially since I do not need the heat, but as I was packing for this trip you distracted me. It was when you were reclining against the futons, your legs sprawled across the floor, and you put down your book to say, “Genos, how long will you be gone?”

I still do not have the answer to that question, and I know I brushed it off by kissing you, but you must forgive me. You were so warm and so close, I had to. When I did, you melted like the sun does at the end of the day. Although I admit longing looks good on you, I would rather you had the things you want. You yearn for a lot of things. Both of us do, each to our own. I think longing is searching for the parts that make you whole. I used to long for darker designs, assuming that those parts would make me whole like some mutant, not just of bolts and bones, but of righteousness and revenge. Since then, you have taught me to yearn for more beautiful, tangible things.

I say this with full understanding that I am out here in the dead of night seeking revenge instead of being with you. We should have had dinner tonight, watched that new drama you wanted to see and fallen asleep side by side. I do not regret my mission, I view it as an integral part of myself, but so are you. I long for different things, I said. One of them is time spent with you. Every second that goes by is a second that is devoid of your presence and is a second I regret not spending with you.

You are my most beloved sensei, the love of my life. I will not find any other. No one is as strong as you, in mind and body alike. I have memorised the way you look while cooking, while eating, while sleeping. Even so, it does not compare to being there while you are doing those things. When I am with you, I feel so incomparably happy. I feel like I might burst with the desire to hold you before, during and after. Isn’t that somehow ridiculous? How could you do any of those things if I am constantly holding you? How would I be able to watch you do them if I am holding you? And yet it is never enough. Even when I do hold you, I want to be closer. But how would that be possible? If I knew, I would definitely do it.

It is almost terrifying, how much I desire you. Sometimes I feel I might even be pulled apart by the fire that burns inside me, but the flames are tempered because of who you are. I am so incredibly lucky I was able to fall in love with a man like you, a man of your caliber, who consented to love me back.

I digress. I was trying to tell you about the lamp but all I can think about when I think of that evening is the way you looked at me. It was like the way you look when you try something new for the first time and you like it, and you like it every time after that. It is like the way you look when you get to a sale on time. The way you look when you notice the leaves have changed colour or the sun has begun to set. It is the way you look in the morning, warm and close, just before you kiss me. I cannot name all the emotions but I know it is the way I feel when I look at you.

I do not know how long I will be out here but I will return as soon as I am able to. I dearly wish to be by your side once more. Staying away too long makes me feel as though I have started to rust, that my heart is grinding itself to dust. But the thought of you sends courage coursing through my brains and I know a strength I never before thought possible. I call your name during the heat of battle and it spurs me on. I will forever chase your image as my goal but I will also forever treasure your warmth by my side.

I think the lamp is still at home, somewhere on the shelf behind your shoulder. You might be looking at it now, thinking about how silly I was to have left it behind. I do not think it matters.

Only you do.

Your most faithful disciple,

anonymous asked:

🎊 🎊 🎊 and why plz?

🎊: @mactaggertmoira because Nat is my grandchild and also a memester and they make amazing gifs !!!

🎊: @v-writings because V is absolutely wonderful - both personality and writing wise - and I lov V

🎊: @alexsunmners because not only is Alex incredibly stunning, but she’s an amazing writer (she uses so many pretty words - sometimes I don’t know what they mean but they sound so pretty I cri) and she’s a truly delightful person (and she’s the love of my life)

Don’t take life too seriously. Be carefree. Laugh at your mistakes and shrug them off. Life is meant to be lived freely, so live it with happiness.