So here we are. February 9th.
It's kinda weird for me, since that last three years I couldn't do anything for Tom due to my anxiety and mild depression that has blocked any creativity and joy. So I don't know why and what's happened now, in the worst year of my life. But this is it. I'm sorry because he's not smiling, or joyous,...he seems maybe too much serious...but anyway I'm very happy to get back able to draw him again.
HIM.
My birthday boy. The kindest, purest, sweetest man I've ever seen. He amazed me every time he speaks. His culture, his speech, the smile, the laugh, the look of his eyes.
HIS AMAZING TALENT.
He gave me the most precious characters throughout all those years. Thomas Sharpe, Jonathan Pine, Adam, Hank, Hal, Laing,...characters I've loved, characters I've laughed and cried with. Characters that gave me something, each one of them.
BUT ESPECIALLY HE GAVE ME LOKI LAUFEYSON. MY PERSONAL HERO. MY PRINCE. MY BROKEN, BEAUTIFUL BOY.
Tom is so important for me. He's been my safe place, my smile, one of the reasons I've smiled.
So, Happy Birthday, dearest Tom 💖💖 may your birthday can be full of joy, friends, family, love, cakes and fun. May you have all the success, all the good things, all the love you deserve. May your birthday can be laughs, goodness and obviously mischief.
THAT mischief...💚💚 that Mischief you bring back to us, once again, for rule them all.
Happy birthday, Tom💟. Thank you so much. May you never change.