Filming a rainbow when suddenly.
what the fuck
DOUBLE RAINBOW ANGER
Sherlockian. Whovian. Whedonite. Neil Gaiman...ite.
That consulting detective idiot from 221B, that time-traveller fellow in that blue box of his, that hunter in a '67 Chevy Impala.
And then there's Firefly - ship like her, be with you 'til the day you die.
I like shiny things.
Sherlock Holmes and John Watson
I wanted to try another set of headshots before practicing some full body pieces. I just really love drawing their faces…
Happy 38th birthday Benedict
Happy birthday to one of the most adorable, talented and sexiest dorks on the planet. I really wish you have a wonderful day ♥
Favourite Books - American Gods by Neil Gaiman
Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, “casualties may rise to a million.” With individual stories, the statistics become people — but even that is a lie, for the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless. Look, see the child’s swollen, swollen belly, and the flies that crawl at the corners of his eyes, his skeletal limbs: will it make it easier for you to know his name, his age, his dreams, his fears? To see him from the inside? And if it does, are we not doing a disservice to his sister, who lies in the searing dust beside him, a distorted, distended caricature of a human child? And there, if we feel for them, are they now more important to us than a thousand other children touched by the same famine, a thousand other young lives who will soon be food for the flies’ own myriad squirming children?
(inspired by mmorrow’s magazine-type photosets)
"Do you mean to make me beg, bitch? The gift of mercy… avenge your little Michael…"
"Mycah." Arya stepped away from him. "You don’t deserve the gift of mercy."
[…] Maybe some real wolves will find you, Arya thought. Maybe they’ll smell you when the sun goes down. Then he would learn what wolves did to dogs. “You shouldn’t have hit me with an axe,” she said. “You should have saved my mother.” She turned her horse and rode away from himm and never looked back once.
♫ 'Cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands ♫
Let dog eat dog. Let the beasts devour each other!
And then we shall pick the bones.