My first thought was it's the first time I see Amai and not immediately get uncanny vibes. Seems to me like it's the first time he is drawn so… humanly? Is it the dress shirt? The eyes? The realistic arms/physique? Hm…
New Ones Debut(?!):
Amahare's daughter, Zanbai's son, & Nichirin back stronger than ever …?!?!
Amahare's daughter and Zanbai's son …wait… awhooOmm-
AMAHARE's DAUGHTER & ZANBAI's SON?!
…i…ok I'll go sit down at the back…
But look at Nichirin, it's true, elder masters are always metal asf. Literally and figuratively.
I was reading about the German heavy metal band Grave Digger and found out that in the late 80s they briefly shortened their name to just "Digger" and released an album with a cyborg Donald Duck on the cover
My mother this morning didn't miss the opportunity to show us, once again, what a cruel person she is. With me and my brother. I'm fine, I'm used to it, and four years of therapy have helped me to quickly forget the nastiness that comes out of her mouth, and to make sure that it doesn't affect me. I envy people, like Pedro Pascal, who remember with infinite love the mothers they no longer have. That won't happen to me.
I often see hope described as a gossamer and fragile thing. I don’t believe that. Hope is one of the hardest, most courage soaked acts in existence. And it IS a verb. Absolutely. To wield hope in the world we live in is an act of defiance. It is a weapon against darkness. It is the choice to look directly upon apathy & evil and still choose goodness. That choice, everyday, in ways both small and large, takes courage. Choosing to be GOOD is work. Choosing hope in the face of *gestures wildly at everything* takes strength. A lot of it. To wake up every day and decide that there is hope to make the world a better place and to actively engage in doing good, no matter how small the ways, is akin to going to battle. And for all my friends out there who are weary of the fight, I see you. I’m with you. We will get there. Arm up. We got this.
Hope is a discipline
It is the discipline of one week, one day, one hour at a time. Of holding back the darkness with tightly clenched fists filled with a righteous fury.
Hope is a discipline
It is the discipline of finding joy in even the smallest of moments and of giving grace and forgiveness to yourself not only when you need it, but in everyday things
Hope is a discipline
Of looking within to comfort the child you were so that the world you inhabit can heal alongside you. Of touching with kindness, compassion and love, both ourselves and others.
Hope is a discipline
One that screams into the night and fills it with light where no light may be found. One that ignites the fires of change and bears forth the torch of decency