Spent my evening watching Batman: Gotham Knight and doodling more X-bosom buddies. I’m thinking they’re the ‘87 bunch, althouuuugh Angel didn’t have his wings at that point as I recall (when did he turn into Archangel again? Couldn’t have been toolong after Mutant Massacre..) One thing I realised whilst having a go was that Kurt’s outfit has never changed. Just like his character then I guess! Harsh. As for drawing, my attention span wanes so rapidly; Dazzler’s barely got a line on ‘er, and her foot’s a parallelogram with a growth!
It may be blurry as hell, but this was still one of my favourite little snaps from our time together <:3 love you so fucking, fucking much..
I’m not posting this because of “hur hur naked” reasons, but because I’ve never felt so close to another person like this before, and it feels really pretty great. Uber great, one might say. Just a little longer until I’m in Sydney for an entire month! Think of all the painfully tragic things I’ll do to cause your inevitable mental breakdown, >:D
I’ve spent an hour on this thing. Twenty minutes yesterday morning, twenty this morning, and another just now. And, yeah, it’s not a Rembrandt, but it feels so cathartic to just mess about having fun with paints again and wind down. Relaxing painting is the personification of oxymoronic statements rung true (words *clang!*) but, aurgh, I’ve missed this kind of fun!
Well see the thing is, I was researching thingies for an assignment, as you do, but then I sort of began highlighting my face and now half of it is orange.
Listening to Vince Clarke and Alison Moyet’s ‘You And Me Both’ (which, in my humbly obstinate opinion, is Yazoo’s best album) and stealthily painting Fleddly whilst he lozzoks (how the balls do you spell that anyhow?) before flailing and thus I can no longer paint him… which he did.
A productive morn for all!
I now have glasses! And an over-abundance of checks, it seems…
I’ve adapted to the rims surprisingly well, but, how shall I go and watch films in 3D now that I have to wear glasses in order to watch T.V.? Glasses on glasses? Amateur.
Having to leave your side was one of the hardest things I’ve ever been forced to do. I love you so much. My very own lobster killer <:3></:3>
…If I may. Open collared shirts with a dinner jacket? Not done.
I’m going to crawl all over you in the dark and claw your stomach open yum yum yum, which is Descent talk for See You (Soon), Space Cowboy… <:3
Me and the peeps at Aeroplane in Sound Control (including the Grade A gurn-fest possessing a sweaty beard in the first photo)
… and Chris, looking like a humongous gawptrude skulking in the background of each and every photograph!