Here’s another sneak peek for the final chappy of Home, which I’m aiming to post in June (60 drawings + Lupus = Julie needs extra time) but now it’s 42 paintings down, 18 to go!! Thanks for your unending patience ♥
Oh, that Spiderman: Homecoming end credit scene was just amazing, wasn’t it? I’m glad I was patient and waited for the credits to end. Soo rewarding. Marvel knows us so well, and how to treat us. If you haven’t seen it yet, make sure you stick around ‘til the end because it worth the wait. Trust me.
Felt like I should be writing today, partly because I was inspired and because it’s cathartic. Hope you all enjoy!
a million and one sunsets cannot match the beauty of your smile // red lipstick smears on your coffee cup // and he says “care to come home with me?”
sitting by the fireside with your oversized sweater, tired eyes // flawless without even having to try // please don’t break my heart tonight.
whispers turn into giggles, giggles into laughter // acting strange for strangers // drunk on the moonlight and maybe a beer.
you’re diving into the deep end, yet again // the craters in the crescent moon start to look like swimming pools // but dear, there are no ladders up in space.
a conversation with the mirror turns into dancing in your lingerie // whiskey on the breath & a french manicure // that hair flip says: “don’t tempt me with a good time.”
perfection leads to madness, but isn’t madness genius? // that’s what they call you, glasses and all // with a heart made of crystal that’s chipped from the world’s fist.
lollipops and gumdrops, cough syrup in your cup // sickly sweet like strawberry taffy, drink it up // make a funny face and wish the next girl good luck.
smoking outside of the city lines // the sky is red and you feel so alive // you don’t need a lighter, your penetrating gaze is the flame.
you’ll be the first to fly, so tell me what it’s like // riding on an elephant’s back, kissing another stranger goodnight // in the back of his car, another anatomy lesson.
throw another pebble into the ocean and it splashes like a stone // you put on a brave face so nobody knows // won’t you stop eating yourself alive?
your mind is like a never-ending movie, so don’t wait for those credits to roll // lucy told me that you two have met, you’re one in the same // her watercolor pictures wouldn’t let you catch your breath.
step into the flowerchild’s garden or better yet, let’s step into her head // licorice dreams melt into cotton candy scenes // use a seashell as a cellphone & hear her voice.
So while I sort of gave my impression of the Wonder Woman movie last night, let me elaborate by saying that it was fantastic, and it was wonderful to see such an iconic female superhero represented well, and from a female perspective.
But let me tell you the cherry that topped off the evening: Rach and I were hanging out after the movie, waiting to see if there was a post-credits scene, and we noticed this little girl in the front row with her dad. People had mostly all left, so he was letting her play in the empty area at the front of the theater. And the whole time the credits were going, she was dancing and play-fighting and just generally PUMPED about the movie she just saw.
And I thought to myself, YES. That’s exactly why this movie is so important. I want my daughter, I want EVERYONE’S daughters, to be able to go see a movie where someone like them is the star, someone like them is the hero. Someone like them does the rescuing and saves the day.
Wonder Woman was fantastic. Now, more please. Give us more female superhero movies. Give us black female superheroes, and Asian female superheroes, and Muslim female superheroes, and LGBTQ female superheroes. Every little girl deserves to feel like that little girl I saw last night; to watch a hero like them on screen for two hours and walk out feeling invincible.
When and why did Matt change his name professionally from Matthew to Matt? Love your blog!
That’s a good question! It’s interesting to look at his filmography to figure this out, too. The first project he did where he was credited as “Matt Bomer” was Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning in 2006. But then he went on to do Traveler (2007) and Chuck (2007-2009) credited as Matthew Bomer. Hmm. And it wasn’t just a TV show/movie thing, because he was credited as “Matthew Bomer” in Flightplan (2005), which was a movie. But since White Collar (2009), he’s gone by Matt Bomer. So aside from the 2006 TCM:B aberration, it seems he went from Matthew to Matt in 2009 when he started White Collar. As to why? Other than Matt sounding less “dorky” than Matthew, I don’t know! Personally, I think it was a good call. :)
And because I’m incapable of answering a simple question in a simple way, here are all the Matt credits from his movies/shows, in chronological order:
[missing credits from All My Children (2000) and Guiding Light (2002-2003) because…I don’t have access to those full eps. And there are no credits included in the War Birds (2003) DVD so nothing for that either (he did voicework). And he wasn’t in Relic Hunter and it really bothers me that that’s still on his imdb page.]
Tru Calling (2003-2004)
North Shore (2004). I can’t believe he got “Guest Starring” for a 20 second bit. lol
Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006)
[Don’t have Amy Coyne (2006), sadly]
Traveler (2007). They didn’t have a true title sequence for this show. So his name just appeared during the course of the episode. But his name showed up first! :D lol (Also <3 he worked with Viola Davis on this show)
White Collar (2009-2014). OMG I never realized until now that his name (or anyone’s) isn’t actually in the title sequence! Like Traveler, it just shows his name as the ep plays. I mean, I’m sure I noticed, but I guess I never really thought about it. Weird.
I actually dreamed this one, and tried to paint it as accurately as possible. My writing skills are as underdevelopped as my social ones, but I really wanna try to write the story down. Saddest thing my brain ever produced.
Natan 11.' We're actually being silly for once' kiss?
“Please, you’ll like it.”
“I’ve actually never liked a single movie pick of yours,
“Yeah? Well everything you pick has blood in it.”
Lucifer groaned melodramatically and sunk back into the couch,
and Natalie counted it as a silent victory and slid the disc in the player. She
settled in on the couch next to him as a large, white lettered title decorated
the screen, and soft string music played on the main menu.
The movie panned over a grassy field, then dramatically cut
to a woman facing a stack of papers and an endless pile of stress assigned by
her overbearing boss in an ill-fitting suit. After another round of
lighthearted background music as the quirky blonde realized her life wasn’t what
she wanted, Lucifer crossed his arms and frowned.
“I swear, girl, if this is another movie where the blonde
girls moves away, meets a perfect guy, then contracts a deadly disease, I’m
Natalie leaned closer to Lucifer and slapped his chest, “Not
a disease, amnesia.”
He chewed on the word thoughtfully before nodding slowly,
like it made perfect sense, “Oh yes, amnesia. Of course.”
She didn’t move away from him, and he watched her eyes light
up as the girl finally motivated herself enough to get away from the big city,
and move away to the country. It was a tired plot that he’d seen for decades,
but he supposed humans were buying exactly what was being sold.
The onscreen onslaught of rain indicated that something sad
was about to happen, and he perked up as Natalie’s lower lip trembled slightly,
and the sharp bark of laughter that escaped him startled her.
He bumped his shoulder with hers, “You’re not crying over
this, are you, girl?”
Natalie turned her face up towards his, her cheeks shining in
the light of the TV, “N-no,” she argued, a sniff making her protest sound
Lucifer hummed low in his throat and nodded, “Next time I get
to pick the movie.”
“Aren’t even gonna wait until the credits roll to whine,”
Natalie teased, shaking her head melodramatically, “typical.”
“Not my fault everything you pick is shitty romance.”
At that, Natalie laughed, “So quick to judge. As if you know
“Watch who you’re talking to,” Lucifer said, gesturing broadly
to himself, “I’ve been alive long enough to know what real romance is.
The couple on screen was shouting over the pounding rain,
confessing their love that they were too afraid to admit, too afraid it would
ruin things between them. The indistinguishable main character strode over to
the blonde girl and held her face for a brief second before kissing her, and both
looked fairly perfect for being rain soaked.
Natalie ignored the playing scene, “Oh yeah? And what’s that
Lucifer’s eyes flickered up to the TV screen for a flash, and
then pressed his lips to Natalie’s in a quick moment that had her gasping
against his lips. The shock only lasted a moment before Natalie matched his
energy, kissing him like she was starved for his touch.
Her fingers snapped as she raked them through his hair and
pulled herself closer, but the pain didn’t distract from the softness of her
lips against his, and he tilted his head back to follow her. He would have
chased her out in the rain and kissed her until he drowned, but she would never
run from him. Natalie had practically climbed into his lap at her insistence, and
when she finally broke the kiss, she laughed against his lips.
When he finally spoke again after a few, long breaths,
Natalie could taste his words against her skin, “Real romance is nothing
involving amnesia, that’s for sure.”
Sometimes, I feel as if I'm going through the motions, as if life is just a charade, a simple movie waiting for me to give up and roll the credits. I feel drained to the point of not feeling sadness - I feel immense hyperactivity. It's truly a bother, yes, but, how can I stay mindful.
I know that feeling well. I go to therapy. I meditate. I call others and ask how they are doing. I try to keep myself away from existing in a fully self-centered place.
Loretta Devine was born in Houston,Texas. She graduated from the University of Houston in 1971 with a Bachelor of Arts in Speech and Drama and went on to graduate with a Masters of Fine Arts in Theater from Brandeis University in 1976.She is also a Member of the sorority Alpha Kappa Alpha the Epsilon Lambda Chapter. While pursuing her degree she has directed many productions for Houstons Black Arts Center.
Devine made her broadway debut in the 1977 revival of Hair playing the role of Dionne. She later originated the role of Lorrell Robinson in Dreamgirls, staring alongside Sheryl lee Ralph and Jennifer Holiday.
Her other Theatre credits include:
Lion and the Jewel
Lady Day at Emerson’s Bar and Grill
Midsummer Night’s Dream
not only is she an accomplished stage actress she has had many Film and television roles as well. The most notable being the role of Gloria in the movie Waiting to Exhale.
some of her extensive film credits include:
Introducing Dorothy Dandridge
For Colored Girls
Jumping the Broom
she has won an Emmy for her performance as Adele in the Tv series Greys Anatomy
istfg if tony stark dies in infinity war imma barricade the whole movie theatre and wait for the motherfucking after credits scene that shows him surviving. i don’t care how long it takes. no one is leaving the godforsaken place until i see that goddamn scene. you need to start the next movie?? well tough fucking luck buddy, you better call up marvel and have them shoot the fucking scene right there and then. i’ll wait. i’m the master of waiting. try me. aaron fucking burr aint got shit on me
I am made from the saddest kind of poetry, the words flowing through my veins are more bridges we should burn because a love like this shouldn’t exist inside of my souls that still long when I no longer remember what it is exactly that I wish for– maybe it’s the best friend feeling, the I can share anything with you feeling, the I could tell you that you’re my heart without fear of rejection, the I’ll kiss you goodnight but these tears need to happen less often, the we’ll argue but in the end, I’ll always try to make things work, the I’m sorry after telling you that I’d leave because I’m a shitty lover, the I’m not perfect but you’re not either, we can be imperfect together, the I’m not the one for you right now type of guy, the last words you said inked into my mind, the I need to get over this really quickly or I’ll be going insane feeling, the stress that blows over as smoke, you’re in my lungs and I’m still suffering– I don’t remember much, hell, I don’t feel much, shit, I don’t know much. Writing is an outlet that I no longer understand. It’s just more words trying to pull meaning from pointless things. Poetry is honest, so I’ll be honest. I don’t know what love feels like anymore. Not family love. We’re not talking about that. Not tough love, we’ve got enough scars. I’m not even sure if it’s even romantic love anymore, you’re a movie waiting to end and I’m just the credits that’ll never roll over and play dead. I am made from the saddest kind of words– I can only be heard at 4 am and if you’re really listening, I’m just talking about the bad things after the good. I don’t write about the good anymore, damn, I don’t think I’ve ever tried. Would you like a small detail to it? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Darling, you’re not getting anything from me. Those memories belong to our past– it’s just one big loop. I’ve been jumping and it’s never back into your arms, it’s just who you used to be. Some nights, I dream about who I used to be. You know something? I really did love us at one point, but now? I just write about feelings that’ll make sense one day. A confusion without the question. An answer that’s not scared of the truth. The lie that’s beautiful, inside and out. The words… the poetry… I’m just another heart waiting to bleed. More words designed to make people feel. The writer’s curse. A heart bursting into stomach butterflies that has waited a thousand years to escape. A painting waiting to be a masterpiece. A prick from thorns waiting for the rose to die. A star still explaining itself to veins that bleeds gold. A poet without feelings, darling, I still feel everything and I hate it.
summary: you can’t wait to kiss michael at midnight on new year’s eve but a fight between the two of you before new year’s eve changes that
“That’s stupid.” He snorted at my revelation.
I shoved him hard and he laughed. “It is not stupid! You’re going to be my first ever New Year’s kiss and I’m really excited about it, okay?”
When Michael laughed again, I brought my arms away from around his neck and crossed them, my bottom lip popping out in a pout.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He said, pulling me closer to him on the couch where we were watching New Year’s Eve. I liked the idea of kissing someone at midnight and realised that New Year’s Eve - which was in three days - would be the first New Year’s I would spend with someone and couldn’t wait for midnight where we would share our New Year’s kiss. Unfortunately, Michael didn’t share my excitement.
I’m a film student who’s trying to improve my editing, digital composting, effects and storytelling skills. I find crossovers to be an ideal way for me to practice all those things when on a 0€ budget.
“Why don’t you use your own material?”
I wish I could, I really do. But I’m not an animator, nor am I interested in becoming one. I am interested in writing, directing and editing, so in order for me to be able to do that I must borrow others’ material. I use animated movies because they are most dear to me, the amount of material to choose from isn’t too overwhelming and it is the medium that I want to work in later in life. So just wait till I have animators working with me on my original visions for my stories. No limitations and 100% original visuals. I can’t wait!
“What is the song/program/movie/plot?”
Read the description or end credits! I always add this information in very obvious places.
“How long does it take to make a video?”
It all depends on the videos length, my level of inspiration and how ambitious the project is (amount of masks and such). I can make a MEP part (25-30sec) in a full day, while some videos have taken me months to finish. But I would say 2-4 weeks is the general amount of time I need for a 4 minute video.
“Why won’t you add subtitles/dialog to your videos?”
I live by “Show, don’t tell” religiously and believe that a person is more emotionally open to take in the story if they are forced to really see what is happening, instead of being told all the time. If something I make is unclear, then I explain it, if it still makes no sense, then I have failed. That is why I’m always open for constructive criticism, so that I can improve with every video I make. PS: To Belong includes subtitles, and this is because it would have been near impossible to visually show all the important exposition.
“Why do you make so many tragedies?”
I love stories that can make me emotional and that is what I want my audience to experience that too. If I can chock or make somebody cry because a character in the story for example dies then I have succeed in creating that important bond between the character’s feelings and the viewer’s.
“Why did you use X as Y’s lover? X is already married!”
I don’t work with canon characters, so these kind of comments are invalid information for me. And considering that I have seen the movies I work with over a dozen times, there is most likely nothing that you can tell me about the movie that I don’t know. But I cannot emphasise this point enough: I don’t work with canon stories! I create NEW worlds, NEW AUs, NEW characters, NEW tales, so what happened in the original movies of the characters that I use holds no meaning to me whatsoever when I make a crossover.
“Do you ship X&Y?”
There is only one crossover pairing that I truly “ship”: Jane Porter and Captain Amelia. There are other pairings that I like/think are cute/love to work with/think look good together, but I do not “ship” them.
“But if you don’t ship X&Y, why did you make a video with them?”
Because they met the requirements for what I needed in order to create the story I had in mind. I don’t ship, I cast! Think of me as a casting director! ;D EX: Looking for a character to play the Queen’s love interest in “I have to try” —> Needs to be CGI male, looks good beside Elsa, have clothes that match the setting, seems to be the same as Elsa, has tons of screen time, has varied emotional facial expressions and animation (preferable actions that match Jack’s) and is not from Frozen. Result: Flynn Rider!
“Can you make a video with X&Y / Do you take requests?”
Sorry, but no. I have too many of my own ideas so there is no time over for me to make special requests. There are other editors out there that would love to make your dream videos come true, but I myself am too busy getting all my own ideas out of my head. Will I never ever do requests from you or my subbies? I can assure you that when/if I do something like that then you WILL know.