A movie about a hen and a duck should not make me cry like this. o n o
- men get into something not aimed at their gender: get special titles like "brony." recognition by creators. heralded for defying gender appeal. get documentary.
- women get into something not aimed at their gender: not real fans. probably secret friend zone warriors deadset on erasing men from the human race. get insulting demeaning memes and sexual harassment.
“Is there a way to tell if you’re a vessel?” Vincent asked.
Nakano’s eyes flitted to the left. “We have vast amounts of mana and can grasp magical concepts with ease,” he replied. Vessels also had very short lives, his mind added as a bitter afterthought; he decided not to voice this out loud, Vincent didn’t need to know.
“And Chaos waking up, is that common?” Vincent continued, his tone unchanging. “I gotta know if this is gonna be a reoccurring thing.”
joshcolon asked you:
First off, I love this blog, it has helped me SO much. On to the question: My nude figure drawing is pretty decent. Always more to learn, but I can do it. I am having problems going to the next step in drawing fully clothed figures and designing armor. I can draw nude figures from my imagination mostly convincing but I cant make the jump. So how do I apply what i’ve learned from figure drawing to doing complete character drawings? How do I learn folds and Armor ect. from imagination?
Yaaaaay folds!! I am so glad my tumblr could be help to anyone. It really makes me blush and smile for days knowing I could help fellow artists on their learning journeys.
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Okay I fixed it to where if you save the images it’ll be at the original size I hotlinked them as but it won’t show up on tumblr that size for some reason no matter how much coding hoop jumping I go through. Seems tumblr has a fixed width which makes sense for Ipad browsing.
If you save the images you’ll be fine they won’t be super tiny. If you do Save Page As and save the page it’ll dump all the images into a folder and you can grab everything from there easy peasy lemon squeezy!
So the fandom always have the idea of ‘what if Ib’s the adult and Garry’s the kid’ and here you go and see the kind of mess that happens.
Also gomen since all of them are strip comics some might be difficult to read.
Andddd this marks the end of my hiatus and you’ve been warned for spam-like translations in these two months thank you.
explanation for the omake: garry no bara ~> barry no gara.
- 1: Write your URL in some writing that you thought were super cool when you were younger. Eg, bubble letters, digital clock letters, letters with lots of embellishments, or letters with smiley faces in them.
- 2: Write a list of all the countries or states you’ve been to. Write a comment on each of them. Or some, if you can’t be bothered.
- 3: List your top three statistical Tumblr crushes and draw their icons.
- 4: Draw a selfie.
- 5: Name three things you like about yourself.
- 6: Do you like the climate you live in? What do you like about it or what would you change?
- 7: What is your current mood? Write and/or draw.
- 8: Can you tie a bow-tie? A regular tie? If yes, how and when did you learn?
- 9: Pick something from your immediate surroundings and tell the story behind the item.
- 10: The last time you noticed you’d put a piece of clothing on incorrectly, i.e. backwards/inside out/etc?
- 11: What is a typical breakfast for you?
- 12: How do you take your favorite coffee? Eg strong or weak? Black or with cream/milk and/or sugar/sweetener? Filter, espresso, French press or instant? Hot or iced? Regular or decaf? None of the above?
- 13: Describe your favorite food. Who makes it?
- 14: List 5 movies that you love.
- 15: What is a wanky memory from Tumblr that still makes you blush?
- 16: What brought you to Tumblr?
- 17: Have you had any real Tumblr crushes? If you want to keep your mystery, answer with a drawing.
- 18: Do you prefer to text or call your friends?
- 19: Write an autograph version of your URL.
- 20: Pick up the nearest printed material in your first language and copy out a random paragraph.
If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world.
After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.
I love this thing its brilliant. Even if its your mother tongue, read it aloud anyway it’s worth it I promise.
My English teacher let me memorize this in high school
tvtropes.org is like a black hole that sucks you in and spits you back out five and a half hours later, confused and suddenly self-aware
- Scotty: o n o/ Sami
- Scotty: whenever you are feeling down
- Scotty: just remember
- Scotty: http://25.media.tumblr.com/0dcb23c747613318665778af77de584c/tumblr_mod17xMeBv1r77ccao1_500.jpg
- Yùu: PFFFFFFFFT
- Yùu: O-oh
- Scotty: o u o
- Scotty: = u = party in yo pants
- Yùu: Thank you = u = ;;;;
To an artist, it may be so, but real life and art school taught me, style is NOT everything.
Style alone won’t get you a publisher or a firm. Style alone won’t get you followers. Style alone won’t feed you. You also have to have a good foundation in art and its concepts. You have to understand your craft and master it.
Art school’s taught me that good foundation is more important than having an original style; style is secondary. Not having a good foundation is like not wearing underwear; you don’t really “need” it per se, but without it, you’ll always have that feeling that you’re walking around bare and everything feels rough and exposed. Critique and studying, in this case, is an artist’s underwear; the more exposed you are, the more feedback you receive, and the more feedback you receive, the more you learn, practice, and improve.
Critique isn’t there to make you feel uncomfortable. Sometimes (again like underwear), you have to get used to it first; fit it. But if you stop listening to it, you’ll never get used to it and you’ll never improve. And critique isn’t only received, it’s given, too. This way, you help others improve their talents and you can practice the concepts you learned, helping you further remember them.
It’s sad that a lot of artists forget to wear their underwear and have to hide the fact that they’re going in commando — bare. They’re for your own good and you have to wear them. And, if ever you start to feel uncomfortable with your current pair underwear, you can also always just throw them out and get a new pair. In changing them, you break the rules. This is what style is; you’re still wearing underwear, just that you’ve changed sizes because you’ve grown.
Learned all this the hard way. I understand that ego’s hard to let go off, but sometimes you have to if you want to be the best you can be.
crude analogy but trufax
- Do not compare skin color to food because it’s fucking insulting.
- Do not say someone looks “exotic” because it, too, is insulting.
- If you are going to describe the skin color of a non-white person, fucking describe the white person’s skin color too. The fact that you feel the need to state a non-white character’s race is a reminder that people assume characters are white until stated otherwise — an undeniable and unpleasant fact of society. If you’re going to do it for one, do it for the other. (If you’re using a face claim, you don’t fucking need to describe skin color, please stop)
- Your characterization should not begin and end with skin color in your writing, even for NPCs.
- Do some research about race before you commit to a skin color for your character, if you choose to describe it at all — it can only help.
My favorite part: “Vonnegut once said there were two types of writers: swoopers and bashers. Swoopers vomit everything down on the page, then edit, edit, and re-edit until it starts to look like coherent language. Bashers work sentence by sentence, only moving on when it’s perfect. Most new writers think there’s a third category that Vonnegut forgot: the beautiful fucking Disney princesses of the literary world, who lightly kiss the page once and fully formed masterpieces spring forth. Vonnegut didn’t mention the princesses, because they don’t exist.”
- 3.20pm: Dropped off at the airport. Tearful farewell on my end. Explain to the security check guy that I was okay, and that I'll stop crying eventually.
- 3.30pm: What to do for an hour. Oh, shoe shine. Cool.
- 3.31pm: No money. On the hunt for a cash machine.
- 3.45pm: Oh... they don't clean my type of shoes. Damn.
- 3.50pm: To write or not to write. Too tired to think, will stare into space instead, good.
- 4.30pm: Boarding time.
- 4.35pm: Doooooozzzzzzzzeeeee.
- 5.30pm: Stare out the window until landing. Oh, everything looks like toy models ; u ;
- 6.15pm (7.15pm): Touchdown, we have made contact.
- 7.30pm: I think it's time for alcohol.
- 7.40pm: Whoops, I accidentally bought a cute soft sheep instead.
- 7.50pm: Okay. Food and alcohol, since I have a 2 hour layover. Talking to the seating lady and briefly mention that I only had about $20 on me, so was checking out prices. Lady proceeds to throw $5 at me o A o Thank you Michelle, I won't forget your kindness!
- 7.55pm: Ordered my first ever Long Island Ice Tea. It's too sour ;; Had to show my ID twice cos the bartender didn't believe that I was 21. I wouldn't either if I saw a grown woman hugging a stuffed sheep.
- 8.10pm: Got my Buffalo wings. They're really sour too ; n ; Will try to finish them.
- 8.15pm: I can't finish them ;; Man next to me is looking at food, ask if he wanted any. His friend takes it instead. He agrees that it tastes awful.
- 8.20pm: Bartender lady keeps asking me if I'm okay cos I'm taking forever to finish my drink. Don't have the heart to say that I'm waiting for the ice to melt so the taste is watered down; I answer that I'm fine each time.
- 8.35pm: Leave TGI's, Michelle asks me if the meal was good, I smile and say it was and give her the remaining change. She hugs me goodbye and wishes me a safe trip ; u ;
- 8.40pm: It seems to be a trend that I always end up drunk in Atlanta. Their cocktails, bro. Their cocktails.
- 8.50pm: There's a guy across from me who randomly scored a first class ticket on our flight. I'm genuinely happy for him, he looks so excited o u o *Hugs sheep and tries to write while slightly tipsy*
- 9.00pm: I always end up striking conversations with people in the waiting room. This time, it was a graphic designer. ; u ; People are so nice, they tell me to keep my chin up about job hunting and that I'll find work if I try hard.
- 10.00pm: Ended up striking conversation with the people either side of me on the plane. Ended up in the aisle seat again, right in the middle. The lady to the left of me, whom I thought was Irish, is actually Scouse and gave me her remaining sleeping pills. Am very tempted to use them later in the night.
- P.S: There's a screaming kid on the flight. But just one, thank God.
- P.P.S: Lol jk. There's two.
- 4.00am: Have woken up from sleeping pill daze. Sorta slept. Two hours left, will watch a movie.
- 6.00am (11.00am): Arrived at gate, have been informed that dad won't be here for another 40 minutes. Do I have enough money for alcohol?
- 11.20am: I saw a woman with her son at the arrival gate. She's the same one I saw on the day I was leaving too, I recognise her hair and her kid's Cars' suitcase. Eerie.
- 11.40am: Four frustrated phone calls later, I find dad. Time for home. *Sigh*