“Martial artists must possess humility and selflessly serve others….
Bushido devoid of this spirit of humility is nothing more than
violence.” -Shihan Ōtake Risuke
He is the master of Tenshin Shoden Katori Shinto Ryu - Japan’s oldest and most traditional
sword school - considered the pinnacle of classic Japanese martial arts. It was founded in the Muromachi era (1336-1573). It is an amazing privilege that warriors can learn from centuries of unbroken Japanese tradition, and also that they have opened their doors to share with the rest of us.
The clip is from a full movie called ‘Art of the Japanese Sword’ by Empty Mind Films, that came out in 2010- available to watch on Youtube for under $5.
Thanks so much to Marc S. for sharing this with me!
A/N: Ya’ll. I’m so fuckin’ swamped in responsibility. I
feel a lil guilty about coming back with something non-Rami but fuck it. Some
other things I wanna say: Send me anything. Send me asks. I wanna answer you
guys’ questions. Be nosy as hell. Also, I have something you might be
interested in coming up after my birthday which is in like 2 weeks. Please feel
free to request more Negan stuff, I’m branching out bitches.
Warnings: Inappropriate teacher/student relationship
(student is of legal age in the US and UK), smut, the usual. Also, I wrote the
character a little more like myself bc I feel like I keep writing the same kind
of reader and its getting tedious. Hit my inbox if this is you af. ALSO HIT MY
INBOX IF YOU’VE EVER HAD ANY KIND OF TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP? SPILL THE
TEA I’M NOSY.
Word count: 4448
“Preserving innocent life, orderly living in society,
worshipping god, educating children, and reproducing.” His deep, gravelly voice
fills the lecture hall. All his students are enraptured, a rare thing for many
teachers. He pauses before continuing. “What are the issues with these precepts
that Aquinas put forward?”
You bite your lip anxiously. Answering questions in
class isn’t an issue for you, in fact your teachers often tell you to give the
other students a chance, but your Philosophy and Ethics professor makes you somewhat
nervous. Tall, late forties, gorgeous black beard with silver streaks and
piercing hazel eyes. The recipe for a crippling medley of anxiety and
Despite this, impressing him and getting your grade is
often the reason you manage to pluck up the courage to respond to his queries,
his opinion of you is something you are very conscious of. You glance around
the room to see no one has raised their hand. You decide to take one for the
team, slowly lifting your arm from the desk.
Was it two years ago, perhaps? The flowers in the royal garden were so beautiful, so I moved them to the greenhouse. But they did not bloom the following year. Only the stems grew. It was almost as if it was an act of rebellion. I assumed that it was because I uprooted them from the garden, and waited another year. But the flowers did not bloom that year, either. I grew tired of waiting and asked the gardener to look into it. He told me that this flower only blooms if it gets cold. To think that they couldn’t bloom because they were inside the warm greenhouse! Isn’t that fascinating?
Something I did for inktober last year. The inking process is always my favorite part of drawing, especially when it comes to more detailed pieces… I always enjoy a challenge. Gotta GO HARD OR GO HOME SON
He stretches the truth when he knows it’ll be to his advantage. He flatout lies when he thinks the truth will upset someone more than he’s willing to deal with.
So when he offhandedly invites Jensen and Jared to his rented house for the duration of filming the season 12 finale, he doesn’t expect them to take him up on the offer until after he’s already told them it’s a four-bedroom house.
It’s not a four-bedroom house.
The downstairs consists of a cramped living room with a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, a small kitchen with enough counter space for exactly one cutting board and a sitting area with a wooden table and three chairs instead of four. The upstairs is one hallway with a master bedroom on one end and a much smaller bedroom on the other end. The spare bedroom barely has enough space for a full-sized bed. There’s one bathroom upstairs, between the bedrooms.
“Uh, you sure this is the right place?” Jensen asks as he sets his duffel bag down on the small couch in the living room.
“I might’ve…stretched the truth a bit,” Misha replies sheepishly.
Jensen turns to him, hands planted on his hips, unimpressed glare on his face. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.”
As Misha opens his mouth to respond, the door bangs open and Jared comes in with a whistle.
“Wow, Misha,” Jared says as he looks around the small room. “This is as awesome as you hyped it up to be.”
“I never said it was glamorous.”
“You also didn’t say it was the size of a broom closet,” Jared replies as he throws his stuff on top of Jensen’s. “Where are we sleeping?”
Jensen and Misha share a look before both turning back toward Jared. Misha says, “We can worry about that after work tonight I guess.”
I had a Mattel Fashionista Zigzag Curvy hanging around, the cool WOC
with half cornrows and half rooted blond curls. I also recently acquired
a Wolf King Female Joker, mostly for her cool clothes, a
reinterpretation of the Joker’s from Batman Begins. The
two-tone hair on the accompanying sculpt put me in mind of Zigzag, whose
head I liked more. I decided to make a person cosplaying the Joker.
Of course, that’s where my idea started, but Ziggy took it in her own
direction. At first I thought I could pop her head on the Wolf King
body and just paint the neck to match, then hide the rest with clothes.
Well, it turns out that paint don’t stick to those #%&%@$ squishy
bust bodies, so I hacked off the Curvy’s bust. I removed the arms and
reamed out the inside of the bust with my Dremel, then glued it over the
Wolf King framework. Then I had only to cover everything else up with
clothes, which I did. Ziggy’s pink socks prompted me to keep her BRIGHT
PINK lips and then add some more pink in the form of the hair covering
her original rooting area.
Anyway, folks, here’s Ziggy Marshall, the Maestra of Mystery, the
Magical Master…Maestro of Mistress… Fuck it. The title is still a work
in progress, apparently. Anyway, she’s a stage magician. She can juggle
pretty well, but her specialty is scrying, which is cold reading with an
acrylic juggling ball as a prop.