All you need is an idle French class and a dry erase marker.
Work In Progress I swear I’m not obsessed. This is for you, Nash. And you, Myelle. And you too, KC. And you, fangirl reading this. It’s not finished yet (hence, the title of this post), but hurr ya go. “Mother of buddha. What is that, Marriene, a piece of excrement?” No, it’s an eraser that needs some cleaning. Or some throwing away. As a matter of fact, I’ll do that right now. RIP Eraser 2011-2012. IN DIRE NEED OF NEW ERASER HELP GUISE. Obviously, the drawing is not as handsome as the real life one, but- STOP COMPLAINING DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO DRAW AT 5 O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING conversation got boring… WHEN YOUR EYES FEEL LIKE THEY ARE GETTING PUNCHED BY IDK PEDOBEAR. Anyway, I’ll finish it sometime soon (which, as you may or may not know, means next to never in The Marriene Dictionary). Enjoy. I swear I’m not obsessed.

Work In Progress

I swear I’m not obsessed.

This is for you, Nash. And you, Myelle. And you too, KC. And you, fangirl reading this. It’s not finished yet (hence, the title of this post), but hurr ya go.

“Mother of buddha. What is that, Marriene, a piece of excrement?” No, it’s an eraser that needs some cleaning. Or some throwing away. As a matter of fact, I’ll do that right now. RIP Eraser 2011-2012. IN DIRE NEED OF NEW ERASER HELP GUISE.

Obviously, the drawing is not as handsome as the real life one, but- STOP COMPLAINING DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO DRAW AT 5 O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING conversation got boring… WHEN YOUR EYES FEEL LIKE THEY ARE GETTING PUNCHED BY IDK PEDOBEAR.

Anyway, I’ll finish it sometime soon (which, as you may or may not know, means next to never in The Marriene Dictionary). Enjoy.

I swear I’m not obsessed.

Emma Watson Good ol’ pencil on paper
OTP! *flails* (Yes, that is the title of the piece.) Just pencil on paper.
This is what I accomplished last night (or shall I say earlier this morning). Trust me, this is an accomplishment, considering I never finish anything. Apparently, today is a different day. It took me a back ache, a java chip frappuccino, and consciousness at 3 am, but I finished. Which reminds me, why the hell am I awake?
Anyway, this was - of course - fueled by yesterday’s excessive Saula goodness on Twitter. Very few instances can bring out the patience from the lazyass that the world knows me to be. So, yay.
With a lame ol’ mechanical pencil.