kellysue:

davizlopez:

kellysue:

comics-and-things:

The ups and downs of Big Two books. It takes me a few issues to get the hang of the artist (only for the artist to switch with the next arc…).
I really liked Captain Marvel #4, due in large part to the introduction of Ja Kyee (“Jackie”) Lrurt and her candid, fluid personality. In the character’s first scene, David Lopez (artist) does a fantastic job of keeping the woman in constant motion — she’s athletic, she’s bright, and she has prehensile hair. But the best part about this interaction is the small stuff, as when she takes off her right glove to shake hands with Danvers in consecutive panels. Nice, easy, and fluid.
(from Captain Marvel #4)

That hair handshake is all David—not in the script. I looooove it.

Maybe it wasn’t written in the script, but it was in the spirit of the script.

Hey, check out who’s on Tumblr, y’all — Captain Marvel artist, David Lopez. Follow him at davizlopez! 
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kellysue:

davizlopez:

kellysue:

comics-and-things:

The ups and downs of Big Two books. It takes me a few issues to get the hang of the artist (only for the artist to switch with the next arc…).

I really liked Captain Marvel #4, due in large part to the introduction of Ja Kyee (“Jackie”) Lrurt and her candid, fluid personality. In the character’s first scene, David Lopez (artist) does a fantastic job of keeping the woman in constant motion — she’s athletic, she’s bright, and she has prehensile hair. But the best part about this interaction is the small stuff, as when she takes off her right glove to shake hands with Danvers in consecutive panels. Nice, easy, and fluid.

(from Captain Marvel #4)

That hair handshake is all David—not in the script. I looooove it.

Maybe it wasn’t written in the script, but it was in the spirit of the script.

Hey, check out who’s on Tumblr, y’all — Captain Marvel artist, David Lopez. Follow him at davizlopez

willnobilis:

ladyshinga:

scribbleowl:

hyenaspotz:

@WorstMuse

I couldn’t remember how I had arrived at that dark place. The last thing I recalled was going to a student’s house, a nubile young thing whose beauty stoked the fires of my aging passion.

"How did I get here?" I said quietly, distantly to myself. This dank cave was no place for an esteemed professor of English literature, the most glorious and noble of all the Earth’s tongues.

There was a pool of water, and I washed my face in it. Staring at my reflection, I noticed a cast to my eyes, as if some great thing were floating upon their surface like a person could float upon the Dead Sea.

Suddenly, there she was. My student. The soft, ivory tone of her flesh still stirred something within me.

"You are here," she said cryptically. Something was wrong. Her… curves were in all the wrong places. There, in the darkness, it was as if the contours of her youthful body did not conform to the Euclidean laws of the universe, bending and twisting in ways out of the corners of my eyes. Her head tilted to the side and that mouth opened, revealing teeth and eyes far within…

She wasn’t like other girls, I thought, screaming.

ok but this is marvelous

Reblogging again because that was fucking beautiful

Wait…I have seen this anime. I know how it ends.

(Source: jabletown)

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