As you very well know, I share my sister’s art all of the time. In fact, every Wednesday, I share my favorite pieces of fan art that she has created that particular week because I am so astounded by her work and want to share it with you too.
Yesterday was the four-year mark of Prince’s death and my sister created a piece to commemorate the iconic musical artist. Here it is.
This piece has left me speechless.
I thank you for reading and I hope you have a lovely day.
With our recent viewings of The Rise of Skywalker and the Siege of Mandalore being so freaking incredible to see on The Clone Wars, my sister got some serious inspiration and created two fantastic pieces of Star Wars fan art that I HAD to share this week. Enjoy!
Rey Finds her Parents’ Graves
In The Last Jedi, Kylo Ren tells Rey that her parents were buried in a pauper’s grave in the Jakku desert. My sister brought that concept to life by highlighting a moment where Rey finds the graves of her parents and adorns there burial site with beautiful flowers.
I’m not crying. You are. Continue reading Fan Art Wednesday
The Marvel Cinematic Universe is packed to the brim with lovable moments but I have tasked myself with the difficult assignment of trying to pick my top 20 favorite scenes in the MCU. However, I’m breaking it into a four-day countdown dismantling all twenty scenes into four posts leading to my eventual final 5 favorite scenes. So, with no further delay, here we go!
20. Ronin’s Reveal
Endgame had a lot of surprises, namely one of them being Hawkeye’s updated and much cooler alias, Ronin, which he adopted after he lost all morality and turned into a crime-fighting killing machine following the loss of the family he loved. Even though this is the only scene when we get to see Clint Barton as Ronin in action I positively LOVE IT! Continue reading My Top 20 Scenes in the Marvel Cinematic Universe: Part 1
“What’ll it be, Sam?” the bartender, a husky blond-haired Asgardian named Rusk, asked Valkyrie as she stormed into his establishment fuming.
She glared at him. “Don’t call me that,” she said sternly, referring to her true name, Samantha Parrington.
Not many people knew her birth-given title but during one particularly tipsy evening, she had felt chummy and told the friendliest Asgardian in town, Rusk, a bit about herself as a younger Asgardian. The name came with the sprawl of information. So…ever since he had started calling her Sam. But right now she had no time for the chumminess. Continue reading Valkyrie: The Kings of Asgard?: Chapter Three