Oh (Brother), you fought Darth Vader. I am so proud of you. You got him. And I helped too!
My cousin’s preschoolers went to Disney. The little sister provided moral support via “using the Force” while her big brother went and fought Darth Vader (his mom was briefly worried he was going to just drop the saber and opt for giving the dark lord a hug instead)
My favourite angsty trope in G/t is when a giant accidentally scares their tiny friend in an argument or something (maybe they yelled too loud or threw something in their anger) and their tiny friend suddenly sees them as a giant monster again- they get afraid and the giant realises they’ve really scared their friend and they feel terrible.
The giant then desperately tries to apologise and coax their friend back to trusting them, but nothing works so the two merely avoid each other completely.
Of course I only like this trope if it gets sorted out in the end! Maybe the tiny finally approaches the giant as the giants crying and they try and make it up to each other- the giant relieved that they haven’t lost their friend.
i am powering through the tiny tim zine, deep in the throes of inking everything. it’s going to be something like 36 pages, oh dear. this is the back cover illustration! angel ukulele babies, an homage to their king.
Without another word, the doctor leaves the room and closes the door behind her.
Katniss turns to face Peeta again. His eyes are still closed and he’s begun rocking back and forth a little, humming tunelessly under his breath.
Tentatively, Katniss walks over to her husband and the baby he’s cradling in his arms. With her fingertips she gently caresses the girl’s arm. She runs her hands through the wispy hair on top of her tiny head. She touches the baby’s cheek, her skin so soft it almost makes Katniss gasp in shock.
A moment later, she’s in Katniss’ arms. She’s so warm. And so tiny. Oh, god…
“I love you,” Peeta murmurs. Katniss doesn’t have to ask; she knows he’s saying it to both of them. He wraps the two of them up in his arms and Katniss instinctively leans her head against his chest.
“Let’s go home,” he murmurs into her ear, and the baby sighs against her neck, and Katniss has never felt more whole.
The three of them walk together down the short hallway – slowly, and very quietly, so as not to wake the baby. Peeta fills out the necessary paperwork as quickly as he can while Katniss cradles their sleeping daughter in her arms.
Katniss counts her sleepy little breaths – each inhale and exhale – barely realizing she’s doing it, her heart full to bursting with joy.
two of my favorite pages from forthcoming the tiny tim zine (less than 10 days away!). there’s also an illustrated key describing these duds, because some of this just does not translate majestically into black and white. for example, the larger outfit on the left is a BRIGHT TEAL GLITTER JUMPSUIT WITH GOLD ACCENTS AND GOLD SPACE BOOTS. for real.
i just want to thank the internet for all the gifts it has given me over the years. [i don’t know anything about the origin of this photo, otherwise i would love to credit it to someone.]