This is a picture of my soul.
(Source: fancycwabs)
I’ll never stop wishing I lived in a Studio Ghibli film.
…I was asked to draw Spider-Man.
1. If I haven’t seen this by the Toronto Tweetup, I’m probably going to try to guilt some of you into taking me to a matinee. Fair warning.
2. I’m already way too emotionally invested in this movie. I try to keep from getting my hopes up, and usually succeed (didn’t care about The Hunger Games at all, didn’t expect to like The Avengers so that was a pleasant surprise, know I will love The Hobbit no matter what), but Alien is one of my very, very favorite movies and I yearn, continuously, for intelligent, serious sci-fi films that don’t end up going off the rails, which so many of them seem to (ugh, I just re-watched Sunshine, and dammit, movie, you are so perfect until you aren’t, and then you are RIDICULOUS AND TERRIBLE. We could have had it all, rolling in the deep, etc.). So, another fair warning: watching this with me may result in gnashing of teeth, rending of garments, and the like.
3. Seriously? “In space, something can hear you scream?” They really went with that? Do you see why I’m worried?
Tiny Thor and Loki.
I’ve actually never been interested in superheroes, but mix in some Norse mythology and Hemsworth Brother the Greater (as opposed to The Hunger Games Hemsworth, who is clearly the spare) and I’ll play.
Nana nananananana nana nananananana tiny Batman!
I’d appreciate your beauty more if you didn’t turn me into a wheezing snot factory, you pollen-riddled bastards.
And Arwen.
I’ve drawn more in the past two days than I have in the last year, dang.
