grimace-love

Frank grimaced with concentration. Suddenly, he disappeared. On the deck where he’d been standing, a green iguana crouched next to an empty set of Chinese handcuffs.
“Well done, Frank Zhang,” Leo said dryly, doing his impression of Chiron the centaur. “That is exactly how people beat Chinese handcuffs. They turn into iguanas
—  Heroes of Olympus (The Mark of Athena)
Intra vs Inter-species relationships
  • When a person doesn't like me: Whatever. To each their own and all but your loss buddy.
  • When an animal doesn't like me: OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?! I'M A TERRIBLE HUMAN BEING! EVERYTHING IS HORRIBLE. NOTHING WILL EVER BE RIGHT IN THE WORLD. JUST THROW ME IN A HOLE AND LEAVE ME TO DIE.
Your Not-So Friendly Neighbourhood Consulting Love Poodle
  • : :THIS WAS GOING TO BE TWO PARTS BUT I COULDN'T WAIT. PLEASE EXCUSE MY CLUTTERING UP THE TAG (PS. IT'S LONG) :)
  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *writing frantically*
  • John: *reading the newspaper*
  • Sherlock: *taps his chin with the pen*
  • John: *glances at him over the paper*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *hastily crossing things out*
  • John: *sighs* Aren't you usually at Bart's-
  • Sherlock: Do you know where William Shakespeare lives?
  • John: ...
  • John: William Shakespeare? As...as in-
  • Sherlock: *frustrated* As in the playwright and romantic poet, yes.
  • John: *amused* Why?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* I need his help.
  • John: *folds his paper* So, you want to know where William Shakespeare lives? Presently?
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* Yes. It's a perfectly simple question.
  • John: *forces a neutral expression* Oh, he lives in Stratford-Upon-Avon but he's a pretty busy man. What with all the plays and poems he's writing. Plus, it's a two hour drive.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Mmm. A phone number?
  • John: *hiding behind the newspaper* Try the Yellow Pages. Why are you so keen anyway?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Women seem to like him. He writes romantic poems.
  • John: *smiles* Ahhh *pauses* Here... *gestures for the paper*
  • Sherlock: *narrows his eyes*
  • John: *rolls his eyes* Trust me.
  • Sherlock: *sighs; hands him the paper*
  • John: *writing, folds the paper and seals it; smiles* Go get her, mate.
  • LATER
  • Molly: *yawns; enters her office and finds a note attached to a muffin*
  • Molly: *confused; reads the note* "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite. I do love nothing in the world so much as you'. Your not-so friendly neighbourhood consulting love poodle. PS. I think Shakespeare is still alive."
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *grins*

Since the video card in my macbook decided to die on Monday of this week I’ve had to go back to my old G4 mac mini. Since all of my current pics are on my laptop I’ve been going through some of the old photos that I left on the computer for storage and didn’t transfer over.

This particular photo was taken during a location scout for what was to become the second music video I would direct, Grimace Love’s “Grimstone” (http://vimeo.com/9834087). However, at the time this photo was taken the concept and the song it was for were both different.

When I first met with Grim he was looking for a director for the lead single “Pimpin’ the Riddim” off of his Perception album but after our meet he offered me “Grimstone” which I obviously took.

The initial idea for the video was a high concept and we were looking for a location that could be used for the finale of the video which would have a large group of people gathering in an alley.

This obviously didn’t happen and due to our grant not coming through I had to alter the concept of the video into its current form. 

Broken glass

{ Closed with @castoutbymyown }

Elliot Massen fixed his tie. Another morning, another day to work, another one of the same routine of the past few years. As the owner of the family company “Evenstar Cosmetics” he made more money than he thought he would, at first. The company thrived under his rule and he was happy with the life he had.
He even had a wonderful woman on his side, Tauriel, the read hair he loved. He grimaced on that. He didn’t love Tauriel. Or better, he loved her but wasn’t in love with her. And this was a problem. He was getting bored, but tried not to be selfish. He offered her the life she deserved, but now he was thinking if this life is what he deserved.

Getting out of the elevator, he smiled to his secretary and got in his office, on the top floor. He left his briefcase on his desk and took off his jacket, stretching. His dreams were strange that night. After his family’s death, he rarely saw dreams about them. And yet, he saw when his father first learned him to fire an arrow. He smiled in that, as he looked outside the window, that was practically all the wall. He loved archery, had many medals and trophies. How could he leave his love for that sport back?

His secretary walked in and placed his coffee on the desk, as he sat. He listened at today’s schedule and sighed softly. “Thank you, Kate. Let me know when the representative from the supplier will come” he said and the black girl nodded, leaving the room and him in peace.
“Come on, Elliot, back to your monotonous life” he murmured to himself and started his work.