The Avengers clan gets a Winnie the Pooh in this excellent set of commision / cover art by Charles Paul Wilson III. Check out more of his work here.
Winnie The Pooh Avengers by C.P. Wilson III (deviantART) (Twitter)
Via: Super Punch
Too much cute
Mental Dump
Haters, ‘mirers, ‘zervers, et al.
11:44 PM now
50 minutes prior, 400 repetitions of assorted exercises. Now I feel like this guy:
Uni is brutal, it slaps you in the face and blows you out of that familiar little heated pool into the deep end of a bottomless ocean, freezing cold. There are 2 ways to take that:
One: I’m Overwhelmed, blah blah blah, depression, lyf sux, must post on facebook wth terrible grammar, etc.
And two: The metaphorical bitch that is life is will be getting the shit slapped out of it.
I went for number 2. The most obvious consequence is the lack of sleep, but it’s funny because I seem to be ahead of everyone else in some of my classes.
But that’s not the main part. The main part is my Psychology lectures. In 2 weeks, I’ve learned more about myself than I have in 17 years, thanks to 4 hours of lecture. The first is that , like many others, am a slave to social norms. I, like 99.1% of humans, seek acceptance.
A week before the lecture, I saw a girl named Natalie, who was a classmate of mine, minus the amity. By saw, I mean I walked past her and realized that I knew her from somewhere, she possibly reciprocated with similar feelings. After my moment[s of self realization, I realized that she psychologically tormented me through passive-aggressiveness all throughout my finishing primary years. Get this, I was a 5’4” fat ass fatass who copped the short stick in that I was never accepted. She was bigger.taller than be because (unbeknownst to me at that time) girls hit puberty before boys. Now I’m 5’11” with a vengeance, I fucking swear, if I ever see her n a vulnerable situation, she will suffer.
Another realization, stemming off acceptance issues, is the fact that as kind, caring, nurturing etcetc. as my parents are, they are manipulative and also socially controlled. No other way to put it.They will stop an nothing to show their dismay at any action of mine that they disapprove of. E.g. I’m doing physiotherapy, dad wanted me to do pharmacy, he insists it errytime, he goes behind my back, bitches to my close friends, etcetc, in the long run I am a social pawn to them. Nothing more. One day, they too will pay for their lack of insight. I’m going to screw with their minds. Not that I’m psychotic or anything, I love and respect my parents, It’s just this generational gap that’s pissing me off.
Finally, not even a week ago, I was facebooking a friend; Pheios, she dropped the hint that not everything was okay. I asked her why and it was a friend issue, she really wanted to be close friends with another semi-friend of mine, Hyacinth. Semi-friend meaning I don’t know where I stand in our relationship. Phieos postulated that maybe it was time for her to let it go, I was like ‘Really? You’re that blinded by adoration?’ It’s sad because she was so caught up with Hyacinth, she stood up for Hyacinth, blinding herself to some real issues, I asked her if she wanted the truth. She hesitantly agreed, I told her that Hyacinth didn’t like her on the basis that people prefer familiar people, Phieos an extrovert outgoing, bubbly, Hyacinth being an introverted, repressed bag of emotions.
If people don’t like each other on that base level, it’s hard to forge a stronger bond. Phieos tried so hard, trying to imitate Hyacinth, behaving like her, sucking up, even listening to Hyacinth’s genre of music, which I give props for because it is shit. But it was too late, Hyacinth already compartmentalised Phieos to a lower tier of friendship.
Furthermore, there are attractive grls in all my classes. Dat Dar pervytiem
This is the saddest part of our great epic. The lamentations of Tara and Angada, Vali’s wife and son, as they came down carrying the dead body of the mighty Vali, make one’s heart grow heavy. But all stories must have a happy ending. Though Tara clung to the inert lifeless Vali’s physical frame, his essential spirit soared to the highest heavens and found a place there, because the great God himself had released his soul.
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| — | The Ramayana, R. K. Narayan (via beliale) |
Branch Warren has just won the 2012 Arnold Bodybuilding Classic, the second year in a row. 5”7 Warren is most famous for his gargantuan legs which are discussed in bodybuilding circles the world over.
It’s always nice whenever one of the shorter, non-6”2-plus ‘manbeast’ competitors wins one of body building’s biggest prizes. Franko Columbu eat your heart out.
