Movie pitch: think 2 Men and a Baby. Jacob works down at the docks. Union is still on strike; he’s down on his luck. It’s tough. I’m just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. I’m about to take the midnight train going anywhere. Noah appears on our doorstep with nothing but a diaper on. His hair reminds me of a one safe place where as a child I’d hide and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by. I decide not to get on that midnight train. Jacob and I agree to raise Noah as our own, despite being fully aware that Noah is in fact a grown ass man masquerading as a baby but we don’t have the heart to tell him that we know. Nor do we care. Fin.
If you got all those references I applaud you.
swipe for my big valentine’s day reveal 🫀
swipe for my big valentine’s day reveal 🫀
This was hard. Finished at 2:30am after working on it obsessively over the last four days. I am actually really proud of myself with this one. I was intimated by charcoal up until last week, but sometimes you just gotta risk it for the biscuit. Have patience and confidence in yourself and you can learn anything. Perfectionism ironically leads you away from being the more perfect you. And yeah, I like elephants, so what. ❤️
This was hard. Finished at 2:30am after working on it obsessively over the last four days. I am actually really proud of myself with this one. I was intimated by charcoal up until last week, but sometimes you just gotta risk it for the biscuit. Have patience and confidence in yourself and you can learn anything. Perfectionism ironically leads you away from being the more perfect you. And yeah, I like elephants, so what. ❤️
This was hard. Finished at 2:30am after working on it obsessively over the last four days. I am actually really proud of myself with this one. I was intimated by charcoal up until last week, but sometimes you just gotta risk it for the biscuit. Have patience and confidence in yourself and you can learn anything. Perfectionism ironically leads you away from being the more perfect you. And yeah, I like elephants, so what. ❤️
This was hard. Finished at 2:30am after working on it obsessively over the last four days. I am actually really proud of myself with this one. I was intimated by charcoal up until last week, but sometimes you just gotta risk it for the biscuit. Have patience and confidence in yourself and you can learn anything. Perfectionism ironically leads you away from being the more perfect you. And yeah, I like elephants, so what. ❤️
This was hard. Finished at 2:30am after working on it obsessively over the last four days. I am actually really proud of myself with this one. I was intimated by charcoal up until last week, but sometimes you just gotta risk it for the biscuit. Have patience and confidence in yourself and you can learn anything. Perfectionism ironically leads you away from being the more perfect you. And yeah, I like elephants, so what. ❤️
This was hard. Finished at 2:30am after working on it obsessively over the last four days. I am actually really proud of myself with this one. I was intimated by charcoal up until last week, but sometimes you just gotta risk it for the biscuit. Have patience and confidence in yourself and you can learn anything. Perfectionism ironically leads you away from being the more perfect you. And yeah, I like elephants, so what. ❤️
This was hard. Finished at 2:30am after working on it obsessively over the last four days. I am actually really proud of myself with this one. I was intimated by charcoal up until last week, but sometimes you just gotta risk it for the biscuit. Have patience and confidence in yourself and you can learn anything. Perfectionism ironically leads you away from being the more perfect you. And yeah, I like elephants, so what. ❤️
This month is Asian American Pacific Islander Heritage Month. I am proud to be a part of an ever growing community of Asian American entertainers and story tellers dedicated to preserving what makes us unique, redefining what is assumed of us, and setting a new standard. Thank you all for consistently showing up and watching, reading, listening to AAPI art. We do this for you.
Side note: this super suit is from the first movie. Cannot WAIT to reveal the fresh updated ones we got made for Shazam 2! Stay tuned.
let’s make it work/on my romcom shit
@thelaterals
@raulromo
@grace_phillips
@tiffanimorenostudio
@katrina_hung
@heypyeh
@bryankjins
@mlvncky
let’s make it work/on my romcom shit
@thelaterals
@raulromo
@grace_phillips
@tiffanimorenostudio
@katrina_hung
@heypyeh
@bryankjins
@mlvncky
hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, can’t wait to never speak to you again unless we happen to run into each other again in the future at a party and talk about how we never reached out to each other out of respect to this weird social structure society has created about how showing any sort of interest is unattractive and yet instead of addressing it and putting our hearts on the line to counter the mass hysteria we adhere to an emotionally draining and unfulfilling status quo. But text me maybe?
Tell me all your wants. Tell me all your needs.
Tell me all your dreams. Tell me. Baby please.
We’ve had all the time. But time, it seems, it flees.
So now you tell me underneath cemetery trees.
A gentle reminder: log off for a bit. During our quarantine, a lot of us including myself have built a dependency on our phones and social media to help remind ourselves the world is still turning and that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. But now we’re getting closer to that end, we are returning to the world, but we have to make sure we aren’t still relying on this flattened perspective of life to dictate what we define as success and “fun.” Disconnect from the narratives you see on your screens and go out to find your own. To be completely honest, I got caught up in a fomo cycle after my quarantine and let it distract me from my creative work. I had to remind myself that the life we’ve all lived the last year and a half isn’t normal and that my coping mechanisms no longer suited me. I feel a lot better for it. And I hope you will too. Love you all. In My Feelings
I’ll go back one day Florence, Italy
I’ll go back one day Florence, Italy
I’ll go back one day Florence, Italy
I’ll go back one day Florence, Italy
Only two lessons in with the homie @paulbarris and he already got my hips movin like this! Thank you Amanda and Sofia also for making me look a lot better then I am.
#vaccinated
Shazam ready… Here we go
@dogpound @shazammovie @dccomics
On a more personal note, this is a prayer my dad wrote for me on my 7th birthday before he passed away. I have read it every year since and every year it means something different. Every year, I realize more and more how much reading it as a kid as impacted my philosophy as an adult and reminds me how much I still have to work on.
I’ve never been religious. So as a kid, a prayer seemed like a waste of time. And when my dad passed away, I used to think that I had joined a losing game: trying to live up to someone’s standards who is no longer here, someone no longer able to give you their affirmation and approval.
As an adult, I now believe that within each of us lives God, or Allah, or Buddha, or who/whatever you believe in. It took me the better part of my life to realize my dad didn’t write this prayer to bind me to some moral code or to give me a set of rules to live by or to ask God that I obey his guidance. He wrote this prayer as a gift. A gift I could read my entire life and that everytime I read it, it would be a prayer to the part of God inside me, to plead with myself to live to these standards simply because this is the person that I want to be, not for anyone else, not for my dad, not for God. I didn’t have to gain his approval by living to his standards, they were my own. And when I learned this, I realized I wasn’t losing the game anymore. I had already won. And that was the greatest gift a father could give his son.
I hope that made sense.
