I'm Sean. This is slowly devolving into a Nightvale and Twin Peaks blog. I love owls, food, music and traveling. I am too idealistic for my own good. I go to school in Seattle.
i feel like all joffrey needed was to get turned into a llama for a while
My three pieces for the “Lined in Lead II” graphite groupshow that took place last month @ Gallery Nucleus. There’s still a lot of work available from all the great artists, for inquiries: http://www.gallerynucleus.com/gallery/pieces/384
Also, I have a new print out through Nucleus:
Alphonse Mucha | The Moon and the Stars
Another one of those Indian bride sketches I had stashed in a pile from a while ago….this one finished off in black and white.
forever reblog. dat elbow
The second panel. What a fucking SLUT. Respect yourselves, women!11!!! How else can you expect a guy to ever respect you?
her shoulders. they’re… bare.
She’s obviously a brazen whore, revealing her forearms like that.
guys please can we tag this stuff as not safe for court
BESLEEVE YOURSELF, STRUMPET
Brazen strumpet! Cover your shame, the Lord is watching!
Mine eyes were not prepared for such promiscuity! Lo, fetch this, this blasphemous lustful witch some proper attire, she is scaring the children!
Beatrice: O, God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place.
Benedick: Hear me, Beatrice…
Beatrice: Talk with a man at a window. O, a proper saying.
Benedick: Nay, but, Beatrice…
Beatrice: Sweet Hero. She is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone.
Beatrice: Princes and counties. A goodly count. O, that I were a man for his sake! Or that I had any friend who would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into curtsies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongues, and trim ones too. For he is now as valiant as Hercules who only tells a lie and swears it! I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.