shut up this is amazing.
A Lonely God - a series of slightly sad superhero posters.
I’m in love with this
I was just talking to an artist yesterday about the tendency to crop things really close and tight in order to enhance drama. If it’s overdone — which happens frequently with artists—you start to feel like you’re watching a movie through a hole in a sheet.
Pull the camera out. Be brave enough to let the reader orient.
Occasionally, in the right moment, pull the camera way, way out even. How does that effect the emotional beat?
I have to say, Episode 9 of this show will blow the top of your head off…Organize medication, organize a doctor, organize psychiatric help and a small holiday,” he added, laughing.
Liam Cunningham (Davos Seaworth) on the end of Game of Thrones’s third season (x)
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NDGT 4ever.
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Craven, Jaime thought, as Brienne fought to stifle her moans. Can it be? They took my sword hand. Was that all I was, a sword hand? Gods be good, is it true? The wench had the right of it. He could not die. Cersei was waiting for him. She would have need of him. And Tyrion, his little brother, who loved him for a lie. And his enemies were waiting too; the Young Wolf who had beaten him in the Whispering Wood and killed his men around him, Edmure Tully who had kept him in darkness and chains, these Brave Companions. When morning came, he made himself eat. They fed him a mush of oats, horse food, but he forced down every spoon. He ate again at evenfall, and the next day. Live, he told himself harshly, when the mush was like to gag him, live for Cersei, live for Tyrion. Live for vengeance. A Lannister always pays his debts.
For someone who was never meant for this world, I must confess I’m suddenly having a hard time leaving it. Of course, they say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving… maybe I’m going home.
