Tags #spoilers #avengers assemble #avengers emh was better but this is still kind of fun #natasha pwning everyone is always good #black widow #natasha romanova #comics
Tags #yessss #love how whatever lois is about him tipping the plane #lois lane #superman #clark kent #clois #comics #superman unbound #spoiler
Lois, Jimmy and Clark character designs, by Brittney Williams
Oh, I love them all!
Tags #so cute #lois lane #clark kent #jimmy olsen #comics #superman
Tags #yessss #sucker for all good bmww art #but i especially love the expression on diana's face here #bmww #batwonder #batman #wonder woman #diana of themyscira #bruce wayne #comics
-My Wonder Woman redesign fully colored via colored pencil. Wonder Woman’s costume always seems to get the most attention, since she’s kind of running around in a bathing suit. When it comes to pants, I don’t think they fit Diana, she’s a Greek Warrior, they didn’t wear pants either. So I went for a look that was in keeping with her classic/iconic look, while making her look like a Greek warrior and a bad ass without compromising her femininity-
Tags #very nice #i enjoy this #fashion is my passion #wonder woman #diana of themyscira #comics #redesign
Tags #lol #batman #i used to love this show so much! #comics
Why I love Lois Lane: She has everybody’s number.
Welp, now I’m thinking about how Spock and Nyota’s first date, a week after she gets out of his class, is to dinner and this lecture someone’s giving on, I don’t know, the evolution and social impact of High and Low Orion? And she asked him out, right, because she’d spent the entire semester wanting to and he’d spent the entire semester citing Starfleet’s rules on student/teacher involvement in this intensely pointed way that made her pretty sure he was interested. She was thrilled when he said yes, of course, has spent the whole week feeling nothing about it but pure, unadulterated excitement, but now the day has come and she’s nervous. She’s nervous and she spends the whole day trying to convince herself that she’s not, that it’s just a normal Saturday, that there’s absolutely no reason to panic, Nyota, you are a grown woman, get a hold of yourself, and because of this she forces herself to do exactly what she normally does on Saturdays: shrug on some civilan clothes and skip putting in her contacts (yes I know there’s probably ~vision correction technology~ and nobody would need contacts or glasses in the Trek reality, please direct your gaze above and note how unbelievably gorgeous Zoe Saldana looks in glasses and suspend your disbelief), leave her hair down instead of spending the time to pull it back into her usual high ponytail, and get the hell away from campus.
Only something happens while she’s out, maybe she gets stuck in traffic or runs into an old friend she can’t shake off, maybe some errand she’s running takes three times as long as it’s supposed to — whatever it is, she doesn’t have time to run back to her dorm the way she’d planned, has to go straight to the restaurant. And if she was nervous before whatever’s happening now is something else; she keeps running over in her head the things she was planning on getting done, the dress she’d picked out with Gaila, the two pairs of shoes she was deciding between and the way she was going to do her hair. But it’s not like she can be late, either — she herself would never tolerate that on a first date and she wouldn’t expect Spock to either, wouldn’t want him to, because that would make him someone other than the person she’s spent all week thinking about like a ridiculous teenager and… yeah, maybe she’s freaking out a little.
But the point, right, the point is that she decides to salvage the situation as best she can, so she throws on some red lipstick in the cab and hops out at the restaurant planning to duck into the bathroom and put in her spare contacts, only when she’s almost to the door she hears a familiar voice say, “Nyota.” And so when she turns around she looks just like this: lips red to match her glasses and hair falling over her shoulders, wearing jeans with the button down she’s been walking around in all day and the necklace her mother bought her when she graduated high school. She’s excited and exhilarated and so nervy it might just kill her, at once caught out and drawn in, and she knows all of it shows in her smile.
Only then she sees Spock’s cheeks go very faintly green just as she realizes he’s holding a bouquet of hysterically wrong flowers, huge poisonous-looking monstrosities with orange spots, and her nervousness has fallen away like it was never there even before Spock says, “You look very lovely tonight,” in Vulcan. And it’s so honest and heartfelt, so clear that he means it, that it makes her breath catch a little in her chest — not because she doesn’t know she’s beautiful, not even because it’s nice to hear it, but because she’s just realized she’s been thinking about clothes and shoes when what she was really worried about was that they wouldn’t be able to do this, slide from teacher and student to something else.
But here it is, easy as breathing and so obvious in Spock’s tone, nothing to worry about after all. So she grins, smaller and slyer and happier, too, as she takes his arm, says, “Well, so do you,” and leads him into the restaurant.