Will a Hawkeye Pop Vinyl ever be made?
I’d imagine so, but it’s not something I have info on right now. But if you want Hawkeye (or Falcon…I really want a Falcon Pop figure) then let Funko know! Tweet ‘em, and let them know you love their toys and want to give them money for more! :)
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth.
- George R.R. Martin (via indisposablehero)
This is one of the most beautiful quotes I think I have ever read. I love it, and I will treasure it for my entire life.
That’s why I like urban fantasy, because it tells you that if you look hard enough, or find your way around the right corner, you can find the lapis lazuli that’s veined through concrete.
I have the exact reasons for loving Urban Fantasy nowadays. = ]
In a nutshell. Especially the comment about Urban Fantasy and finding Lapis Lazuli in the concrete.