where is thy sting

hexagonal-nuts  asked:

Is there any evidence that Henry 'Headmaster' Masterson from Transformers Animated and Senator Masterson from Inhumanoids are related? Inhumanoids are canon in TFA - the events of the series are referenced in the AllSpark Almanac - but I can't find any confirmation that the two Mastersons are linked. Is there any?

HA! No, there isn’t, but wouldn’t that be hilarious and fitting! Jerky anti-social son of a rich senator, never wanted for anything in his life, always had the best tech, never been told “no” before - and when Isaac Sumdac is the one to finally do it, this loser jerk nerd stamps his feet and says “well them I’m gonna be a supervillain and I’m gonna SHOW YOU ALL!” It could certainly fit!

(Though we must be fair and point out that the reference to the Inhumanoids in the Almanac is noting that it’s canon for the G1 cartoon, not Animated, since the character of Hector Ramirez appears in both series. In Animated continuity, the Almanac only notes that the Inhumanoids were enemy characters in the “Ninja Gladiator” video game Bumblebee plays in “Where Is Thy Sting”!)

‘Golly!’ she said, as I wore to a close.‘You do live, don’t you, Bertie?’
I agreed that I lived, but expressed a doubt as to whether, the circumstances being what they were, it was worth while continuing to do so. One was rather inclined, I said, to murmur ‘Death, where is thy sting?’ and turn the toes up.
—  The Mating Season, P. G. Wodehouse

Man sentenced God to death; by His Resurrection, He sentenced man to immortality.

In return for a beating, He gives an embrace; for abuse, a blessing; for death, immortality.

Man never showed so much hate for God as when he crucified Him; and God never showed more love for man than when He arose.

Man even wanted to reduce God to a mortal, but God by His Resurrection made man immortal.

The crucified God is Risen and has killed death. Death is no more. Immortality has surrounded man and all the world.

By the Resurrection of the God-Man, human nature has been led irreversibly onto the path of immortality, and has become dreadful to death itself.

For before the Resurrection of Christ, death was dreadful to man, but after the Resurrection of Christ, man has become more dreadful to death.

When man lives by faith in the Risen God-Man, he lives above death, out of its reach; it is a footstool for his feet: “O Death, where is thy sting? O Hades, where is thy victory?” (I Cor. 15:55).

When a man belonging to Christ dies, he simply sets aside his body like clothing, in which he will again be vested on the day of Dread Judgement.

Before the Resurrection of the God-Man, death was the second nature of man: life first, death second.

But by His Resurrection, the Lord has changed everything: immortality has become the second nature of man, it has become natural for man; and death – unnatural.

As before the Resurrection of Christ, it was natural for men to be mortal, so after the Resurrection of Christ, it was natural for men to be immortal.

By sin, man became mortal and transient; by the Resurrection of the God-Man, he became immortal and perpetual. In this is the power, the might, the all-mightiness of the Resurrection of Christ.

[…] Because of the Resurrection of Christ, because of His victory over death, men have become, continue to become, and will continue becoming Christians.

The entire history of Christianity is nothing other than the history of a unique miracle, namely, the Resurrection of Christ, which is unbrokenly threaded through the hearts of Christians form one day to the next, from year to year, across the centuries, until the Dread Judgment.

Man is born, in fact, not when his mother bring him into the world, but when he comes to believe in the Risen Christ, for then he is born to life eternal, whereas a mother bears children for death, for the grave.

The Resurrection of Christ is the mother of us all, all Christians, the mother of immortals. By faith in the Resurrection, man is born anew, born for eternity.

Justin Popovich (1894-1979; Orthodox Church):Paschal Homily @ Pravmir.

its honestly like… emotional whiplash which is appropriate bc its the kc but theres a song on there called “alright” and then 3 songs later “some days i don’t want to sing (o death where is thy sting)” so like, yeah

Christ is Risen! Indeed He is Risen!

O death, where is thy sting? O hades, where is thy victory?
Christ is risen, and you are overthrown!
Christ is risen, and the demons are fallen!
Christ is risen, and the angels rejoice!
Christ is risen, and life reigns!
Christ is risen, and not one dead remains in a tomb!
For Christ, being raised from the dead, has become the First-fruits of them that slept.
To Him be glory and might unto ages of ages. Amen.

Paschal Homily

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“If time is a dream, then she was always there, wasn’t she? from the moment I took my first breath till the end of the world. Always at my side — offering me love and wisdom, companionship and challenge. My wife, my lover, my best friend. […] Maybe this feeling we share, Lois and I, is the doorway into a place that transcends death and life, Earth and Krypton. Perhaps it isn’t just time but all of creation that’s a dream. And the only thing that gives it meaning, binds it together — it’s love.”
                      – Superman: Where is Thy Sting (2001)

Why I love Dorothy L. Sayers
  • "...the conversation, such as it was, rather resembled the dialogue of a Russian Tragedy. Thus : -
  • Harriet: Oy!
  • Peter: Hullo!
  • [they meet, centre]
  • Harriet: A boot! I've found a boot!
  • Peter: Alas! Alas! What boots it to repeat.
  • Harriet: Hobnailed and frightfully ancient.
  • Peter: Only one boot!
  • Harriet: Yes; if it had been two boots it might have marked the place where the murderer started to paddle.
  • Peter: One foot on sea and one on shore. The tide has risen and fallen ten times since then. It isn't a good boot.
  • Harriet: No, it's a bad boot.
  • Peter: It's a rotten boot.
  • Harriet: Can I throw it away?
  • Peter: No; after all it is a boot.
  • Harriet: It's an awfully heavy boot.
  • Peter: I can't help that; it's a boot. Dr Thorndyke likes boots.
  • Harriet: Oh, death! Where is thy sting?
  • [they separate, Harriet carrying the boot]
  • Peter: Oy!
  • Harriet: Hullo!
  • [they meet again]
  • Peter: Here is an empty sardine tin, and here is a broken bottle.
  • Harriet: Have you the pen of the gardener's aunt?
  • Peter: No, but my (female) cousin has (some) ink, (some) paper and (some) papers (use du, de, la, des, de l' apostrophe).
  • Harriet: How long has the bottle been there?
  • Peter: The edges are much abraded by the action of the water.
  • Harriet: Do murderers eat sardines?
  • Peter: Do cats eat rats?
  • Harriet: I have cut my foot on a razor-shell; Paul Alexis had his throat cut with a razor.
  • Peter: The tide is going out.
  • [they separate]
  • Harriet: [after a long and unproductive pause, meeting Peter with a sodden Gold Flake packet in one hand and half a Bible in the other] Dr Livingstone, I presume. Do murderers read the Bible?
  • Peter: Any book had served as well, Any book had stopped the bullet - that may be; I cannot tell.
  • Harriet: [reading] "Last of all the woman dies also" - probably from backache.
  • Peter: My back aches, and a drowsy numbness stills my brain, as though of hemlock -
  • Harriet: [suddenly practical] Look at the cigarette-card.
  • Peter: It belongs to the new series.
  • Harriet: Then it may be quite recent.
  • Peter: [wearily] All right; keep it; we'll call it a clue. How about the Holy Writ?
  • Harriet: [in a marked manner] You can keep that; it might be good for you.
  • Peter: Very well. [in a still more marked manner] Shall we begin with the Song of Songs?
  • Harriet: Get on with your job.
  • Peter: I am. How far have we come?
  • Harriet: How many leagues to Babylon?
  • Peter: We have walked a mile and a half, and we are still in full view of the Flat-Iron.
  • [they separate]
  • Peter: Oy!
  • Harriet: Hullo!
  • Peter: I just want to ask whether you'd given any further thought to that suggestion about marrying me.
  • Harriet: [sarcastically] I suppose you were thinking of how delightful it would be to go through life like this together.
  • Peter: Well, not quite like this. Hand in hand was more my idea.
  • Harriet: What is that in your hand?
  • Peter: A dead starfish.
  • Harriet: Poor fish!
  • Peter: No ill-feeling, I trust.
  • Harriet: Oh, dear no."
  • - Have his Carcase, Dorothy L. Sayers.