Comics about Comic-con!
My dream scenario also includes grabbing drinks and becoming twitter friends and just plain bein’ cool like Fonzie. Like a goddamn pro.
Consider this a formal apology to everyone i meet this weekend.
Comics about Comic-con!
My dream scenario also includes grabbing drinks and becoming twitter friends and just plain bein’ cool like Fonzie. Like a goddamn pro.
Consider this a formal apology to everyone i meet this weekend.
Lissa tellin’ it like it is.
Read: Me meeting artists or authors or actors I like.
Also read: Me with everyone that follows me online that may meet me in real life at any point. Or even communicating with me online. Or communicating with me ever.
What I’m saying is, everyone intimidates me. I’m not very good at being social. I either am awkward and quiet, or I’m awkward and I don’t shut up and babble about everything ever.
Will never stop reblogging. My history of being unable to talk to relatively well known people who I respect is woeful
So… I might have to do a giveaway here. Because that’s… a lot of followers.
I’ll try and gather up some stuff. Have a little selection for people to choose from since I’m hoping all of ya’lls tastes are as varied as mine. Maybe the Avenger bunny print set, or the Super Hero ponies set, or ...
You’re so sweet :)
MIDDLE FINGERS UP
IF YOU DON’T GIVE A
*whispers quietly so my parents can’t hear me* frick
*POLICE SIRENS*
*HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING*
*NUCLEAR LAUNCH SIRENS*
“Hey, what if Hannibal gave us bad directions?”
“Newt please stop talking.”
“No, wait, hear me out-”
“Newt! This isn’t the best time!”
“Oh, him. The gun guy.”
“Yes, simpleton. Bit of a minor issue with continuing conversation wouldn’t you say?”
“Well, maybe…”
…
“We could have disposed of him sooner had you not wished to place blame entirely upon my shoulders.”
“Wow, really? We just did something badass, like a goddamn team, and you don’t even sound impressed?”
“If you read my thoughts before speaking, Newton, you might know I am reserving any compliments, or gestures of reward, until we are out of this mess.”
“What kind of gest—-oh. Ohhh… Right. Uh. Yeah. Let’s find that exit then, shall we?”
And then I cry because this cleaned up area is only about a fifth of the entire image. D:
But damn are his tattoos fun to draw.