Bruna. 28. Bisexual. Brazil. I've got a film degree.
Sometimes I post mature content, so I'll ask to only follow me if you're 18+.
This is a multifandom blog. Expect lots of Hannibal and Star Trek. Also Vampire Chronicles. Lots of movies. There will be on occasion rock bands and singers. Also books and TV shows and random stuff.
Check my About Me and the links in the navigation page to see more info.
I am called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-Eyed. I am also called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and Hooded One. I am All-Father, Gondlir, Wand-Bearer. I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die. My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows. I am.. Odin!
The New Gods squad eating from/supporting their local corporate franchises! Starbucks for Media, Burger King for Technical Boy, and of course chips and salsa for Mr. World (Chipotle or Taco Bell). You bet your ass these guys can be cheap af when they wanna.
What was your feeling the first time you saw yourself as David Bowie?
The weird thing was that I was wearing a flowery dress that day in the makeup trailer. The first pictures I took of myself in the mirror…the hairpiece was already on, and my response to the makeup guy was like, “Oh, my god, it’s getting close, but I still have this flowery dress on!” The juxtaposition was just a bit disturbing. (Laughs.) There was something about it that was just weird. And then I ended up having some time in my trailer while they were shooting another scene. Time was counting down, and I can’t remember if I was out of the dress yet, but as I was continuing to work, I looked up from the chair and caught myself in the mirror and I had a really strange reaction. I think it’s probably the first time in my life I’ve been dressed as a man, so to speak. It was more to do with that than seeing something that resembled another human being I was familiar with. It was more about gender. All of a sudden, I just did this photo spread — just on my phone, I haven’t sent them to anybody — but I started staring at myself in the mirror and taking pictures of the person I was seeing. It wasn’t necessarily Bowie, but it did not even feel like it was me. I was so focused on this person in the mirror who was not me. It was a very, very curious experiment. It was fascinating. (x)
The screen is the altar. I’m the one they sacrifice to. Then till now. Golden Age to Golden Age. They sit side by side, ignore each other, and give it up to me. Now they hold a smaller screen on their lap or in the palm of their hand so they don’t get bored watching the big one.
