Muere el perro más feo del mundo
[Cats] neither lend themselves to our sport, nor provide us with material benefits, nor flatter us with lavish affection. Without accepting any master, they live in a friendly, independent, equitable peace with man. For this rare talent, which man himself still labors to achieve, we pay them homage. — Maya Deren
(Source: electriceden, via mattfractionblog)
“Bring forward the hammer!” called the king of the giants. “Bring forward the hammer to hallow the bride. Put Mjollnir between her knees now so that Var will hear our marriage oath and give us her blessing.”
The Thunder God’s unsparing heart sang and danced when he saw his hammer. As soon as it was placed between his knees, he snatched it up in his mighty grasp, swept off his veil and stood revealed as the god, Thor, the Hurler.
Thrym leapt up from his high seat and his companions leapt up from their benches.
Thor’s eyes were as red as his beard. He glared at the company of giants and growled. Then he raised his hammer, took one massive step towards Thrym, and crushed his skull. Thor showed no mercy: he felled all the other giants and giant women at the bridal feast. The hall floor was strewn with a host of bodies. Thrym’s luckless sister had dared ask for gold rings but the iron hammer rang on her skull.
And so Thor, the Son of Odin, won back his hammer.
1st Issue Special #4 (DC Comics - July 1975)
Illustrators: Dick Giordano (Pencils/Inks) & Terry Austin (Inks)
If they don’t relaunch LADY COP on some new New 52 heads are gonna roll