Yes really WHY??? He is not a type most people (women) will consider handsome. Let’s face it… he is not… BUT there is something in him. Oh I do not know! You just can’t help but want to submerge with him into the cosy old sofa, with glass of wine or beer, to watch something old and funny and stupid, to laugh at his jokes and comments, to fall in sleep feeling absolutely at home… you know as if there is no other place you’d rather be. For me he just radiates this irrational feeling of cosines, warmth and all silly fluffy stuff… I should shut up now…
Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, (OH GOD YES!!!) As honest madam’s issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base? Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take More composition and fierce quality Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed, Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops, Got ‘tween asleep and wake? Well, then, Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land: Our father’s love is to the bastard Edmund As to the legitimate: fine word—legitimate! Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed, And my invention thrive, Edmund the base Shall top the legitimate. I grow; I prosper: Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
WIP ~ 2 hours (15% done) THIS WAS TRACED FROM A SCREENCAP.
This is what I used to do during school lessons. It requires literally nothing but concentration and a steady hand. And once you got the basics down (eyes/mouth/head, which I traced here) it’s just about dots and lines and things. It calms me down like nothing else in the world. Just thought I’d share.