have you, lovely mod, been keeping up with the Spider-man/Deadpool comic. that shit is nuts, I literary screamed thanks to the last issue
Of course dear anon, I read them online when they come out in E.U and I buy the issues when they arrived in Mexico (one month after).
Except the first and second numbers (where Miles is on the cover), those two are in English (Yep, two numbers are the same, but I want it to have the two covers…).
A disadvantage is that in English they are more expensive (you know, things of the peso and dollars and blah blah blah), so only when I have the opportunity I buy them in the original language, like this baby:
Ta-daaaa! This post has been stocked in my scraps for like… a decade! I’ve been changing things, names, dates so many times that I have issues myself to remember who and when. But we are finally here!
Some general, basic informations about my Overwatch Child, Margherita. It’s the first time ever I go this deep with an Original Character, so I really hope you like her! More infos, skins and backstory will come soon.
Fancy to tell me if you’d like to play as her? Ahah! I totally would!
I wrote more detailed explanations about her abilities, but I’m gonna hide the rest of the post since I talked too much. LOL
Do you hate the way Baby Boomers talk about you? Well, I want you to remember something:
The Baby Boomers were also the generation of the Hippies. And the so-called Greatest Generation said the exact same things about the Baby Boomers as the Baby Boomers say about Millennials.
The exact same things. The only thing missing was the word “selfie”.
Hippies/Baby Boomers were called lazy and entitled. They were called selfish and self-important. They were treated as if they didn’t know how to work or show proper respect for their elders and everybody thought that they wanted some sort of special treatment. The Baby Boomers were perceived as this group who thought everything was all about them. If you asked the Baby Boomer Hippies, at the time, they’d say they were just exploring sexuality and fighting racism and trying to do away with the old ways because the old ways weren’t working. They fought and they protested and they were passionate.
Then, to borrow a phrase from The Dark Knight, “you either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become a villain.” That’s what happened to the Baby Boomers. But, there’s a third option.
Remember what this feels like. Remember what it’s like to be in your teens and twenties. Remember that it’s not easy. Remember everything the past generation says about you.
Because there will come a day when the Millennials are in their 30s and 40s and 50s. Where the President and Congress will all be Millennials. Where you will be the establishment. You will be in charge.
And there will be people of your generation, your age group, who will look at the Post-Millennials and say “Look at how selfish and disrespectful they are! What is wrong with their music? What is wrong with their hair? They can’t be separated from their technology for one second, can they?! People in my generation knew how to work hard! They weren’t lazy and entitled like these kids are!”
It will happen. Don’t let it.
Fight it. Fight for yourselves now but, when you’re older, fight for the next generation.
Break the cycle.
If you hate the way you’re treated by the older generation and the media, then remember that and don’t do it to the ones who come after you.
Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely readers with a Happy Birthday one shot to him that is almost exactly two weeks late! Inspiration and time are funny that way – always against you, you know? ;) Enjoy, loves. xx
Anybody would have to be blind not to see it, and his mother
thinks he is and you are, too.
Her beautiful boy has always been a bit oblivious. He’s
incredibly smart, she’s proud to say, and very astute, but sometimes – only
sometimes – he can’t see past the end of his own nose.
He’s in love with you. She’s suspected it for awhile, but
tonight it’s painfully plain to see. Her son, her youngest, her baby, loves
It’s more than a passing fancy, because he would have
stopped lighting up in the same way when you walked into any room if it was as
simple as that. And it’s more than the love that comes with strong friendship,
because if it stopped there he wouldn’t look at you the way those thousands of
adoring fans look at him – like he just wants one chance, just the one, to show
you how good he’d be for you and to you.
None of his friends see it – they’re all too far gone into
the alcohol and guffawing as they have go after go at him in the name of good
fun, and he just laughs along with them with crinkle-eyed, dimply humor.
You don’t see it either. You don’t see it when he looks up
at you with adoration that shines, unbridled, thanks to the liquor in his
You don’t even see it when he leans his head against the
gentle curve of your hip while you stand next to him, one eye drooping just a
little more than the other as he listens to whatever story is being told before
giving in and letting them fall shut as you rake your fingers through his thick
curls and massage his scalp. He does love a good pet, but he doesn’t reward all
the people who comply by turning his head inwards and giving a little kiss to
the hip that’s been his pillow.
And her boy – her birthday boy – he doesn’t see it at all.
Adding this to one of the many reasons why Garnet’s relationship with Steven is my favorite. The look Ruby and Sapphire give one other is the same all those years later when they’ve caused their baby distress.