Hey. This is a month long character drawing challenge. I’ve been meaning to do one of these for a while now so I can finally learn to draw my OCs consistently, but I never got around to it and I thought maybe I’d be a bit more motivated if I made one myself.
I’m probably going to do this for July because it’s the only month I have nothing planned. Feel free to use this, in fact I encourage you to! Also, If you’re willing, I’d really like it if you could link back to this or something because I’d love to see what people do with this.
Thanks for checking this out! Have fun!
Draw a character:
2. In “formal” clothing
5. Working out
6. With/ Without glasses
8. Wearing gender/orientation flag shirt
9. Eating their favourite food
12. With a cold
13. Losing (at anything really)
14. Wearing a big hoodie/sweater
15. Playing video games
16. In a different pallete
17. Arrested (or bailing someone out)
18. In a swimsuit/summer clothes
19. As a child
20. In pyjamas
21. Caught in the rain
23. Wielding a gigantic weapon
24. Bloody/ wounded
25. In an AU
27. Playing a sport
28. Wearing horrible 80s fashion
29. In very hot/cold weather
30. Drawing a picture of you
Lighthouse by James Winter Via Flickr: One of the three lighthouses on the Isle of May
On 8 June 1778 Robert Stevenson, the noted Scottish civil engineer, was born.
The first of the famous family closely associated with lighthouse engineering for nearly two hundred years. He was born in Glasgow, the son of Alan Stevenson who died prematurely in the West Indies. His step-father and father-in-law Thomas Smith had been appointed Engineer to the Commissioners of Northern Lighthouses in 1787. On joining Smith he was entrusted with the superintendence of the building of the Pentland Skerries light for the Commissioners in 1794, having already had experience at Little Cumbrae with his step-father. Robert Stevenson held the post of sole Engineer until 1842 and was responsible for at least fifteen major lighthouses.
Stevenson is generally credited with the design of the famous Bell Rock Lighthouse, and without doubt was resident engineer, but there is debate on who actually designed it, even nowadays some credit another famous Scottish engineer John Rennie the Elder
You might think all lighthouses are much alike but I beg to differ, having looked through Stevenson’s structures I must say the one in the pic, on the Isle of May is his finest, it’s ornate gothic tower on a castellated stone building was designed to resemble a castle, 24 metres (79 ft) high and with accommodation for three light keepers and their families, along with additional space for visiting officials. The new lighthouse started operating on 1 September 1816, and is now a listed building. Nowadays it is automated.
Perhaps the most famous of the Stevenson family is Robert’s’ grandson Robert Louis Stevenson, can you imagine the adventures being played out in his head as a youngster being taken around all these lighthouses.
“Ha! Did’ya see that guy’s face when I hit him over
th’head?” Rocket barks out a laugh, looking up at Drax. “He looked so stupid!”
“He was not expecting your attack,” Drax replies, just as
“Oh, oh, or how about when…”
Peter tunes out Rocket and Drax’s conversation as they
return to the Milano. Though Rocket’s boasting tends to include exaggerated
summaries of the events of their missions, this assignment had proven to be a
big win for the team. They’d successfully apprehended some of Thanos’ goons for a bounty placed on them by the planet’s government without any major problems
or explosions (Peter is especially
grateful for that one) in half the time they’d expected the operation to take.
“An’ now we got all this extra downtime and extra money!”
Rocket yells, bringing Peter’s attention back to him and the others.
“I am Groot!” Groot cheers from his place on Rocket’s shoulder.
“We should take advantage of this,” Drax suggests. “It is
not often we finish a mission this prosperously.”
“I think we can afford to take a short break,” Gamora
agrees, looking to Peter for approval. She’s become something like a
second-in-command (or, really, honestly,
his co-leader of the team) lately.
Anyway, they’ve been working a little harder than usual
lately, trying to get back into the groove of things since everything with Ego
and Yondu happened a couple months prior. The idea of some vacation time honestly sounds like a godsend to Peter.
“Alright, let’s take a few days, maybe three or four, tops,”
Peter decides, looking at each of his friends. “I think if we stayed on the
Milano or the Quadrant any longer, we’d go stir-crazy.”
“I vote we put the extra money to good use at the nearest
bar,” Rocket says, lifting his paw.
“You’re going to spend your entire break at a bar?” Gamora
raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Not the entire
break, maybe just a li’l part of every day,” Rocket insists.
“I am Groot!” Groot looks up at everyone hopefully.
“What the hell? No,
you cannot come with us to a bar!” Rocket declares, looking at Groot in
disbelief. “You’re too young!”
“A bar is not a suitable place for a child,” Drax says
“I am Groot…”
“One of us will stay with you while the others go out, stop
mopin’, Groot,” Rocket says.
“I’ll stay with you, Groot,” Gamora says, crouching down to
Rocket’s height. Groot jumps from Rocket’s shoulder to Gamora’s outreached
hand, looking up at her. “I, personally, don’t want to spend three days in a
row at a bar.”
“Everyone can do whatever they want, so long as it’s legal,”
Peter announces, trying to placate everyone. “The bar isn’t mandatory.”
“Suit yourself.” Rocket shrugs. “Drax?”
“I’ll accompany you, creature.”
And that settles things. Within ten minutes, Rocket and Drax
exit the Milano in search of the nearest bar. Peter watches them as they leave.
Gamora, with Groot sitting on her shoulder, comes to stand beside him.
“You’re not going with them?” she inquires.
“Nah,” he says. “I’m not really in a bar mood. More in a
relaxing mood, y’know?”
“This planet is far too beautiful to spend all our time on
it inside of a bar,” she says. Though they’ve never traveled here before,
Peter’s often heard of its amazing sights, which reminded him of the
National Parks like Yosemite back on Earth.
“Yeah.” Peter sighs. “I heard there’s a nice beach only a
couple hours away from here, too. If only we had…”
Gamora looks up at him in an are-you-serious way.
“Wait. We do have
“You did declare
time for a vacation for the team,” she reminds him.
“Right, right…Okay, it’s settled.” Peter nods. “Road trip,
first thing tomorrow!”
As he celebrates the idea with a loud, “Wooohooo!”, Gamora
looks to Groot and asks, “What’s a road trip?”
“Please don’t kill Groot with your driving,” is Rocket’s way
of seeing them off the next morning.
“Gee, how about a ‘drive safely,’ or, ‘I’ll miss you guys,’
or, ‘can’t wait until you come back,’?” Peter retorts, rolling his eyes as he
finishes packing. He slings his backpack over his shoulders.
“You’re right, I’m sorry, that was impolite of me,” Rocket
says, though Peter knows not to expect much from his tone. “What I meant was
please feel free not to come back for a week so we can have a longer break.”
“I am Groot,” Groot insists from where he’s sitting on
Gamora’s bag, off to the side.
“I would not get
lonely!” Rocket insists.
“I am Groot.”
“Y’know what? I take it back. Quill, please kill Groot with
“No one’s killing anyone with their driving,” Gamora says as
she enters the room, holding up her communication device. “I’ll have this with
me so you and Drax can contact us in case anything happens.”
“Nothing’s gonna happen,” Rocket insists.
“The last time you said that, something blew up,” Peter
“That was one
time!” Rocket protests.
“You nearly got into a fight at the bar last night,” Drax
recalls. “You told a man his head was shaped like a fruit, and then he—“
“Ugh, fine, we’ll
be good!” Rocket cuts him off. “Now just leave already, ya two love birds.”
“Gladly,” Peter says, picking up Groot, who climbs up onto
his shoulder. Gamora picks up her bag and comes to stand beside him.
“Please stay out
of trouble, seriously,” she
practically begs Drax and Rocket.
“And call us if anything—“
“—happens, yes, I know, I’ll let ya know if Ronan comes back
from the flarkin’ dead to get revenge,” Rocket says, rolling his eyes. “Drive
safe, or whatever.”
“Drive safely,” Drax echoes more earnestly, placing a hand
on Peter’s shoulder.
“Yeah, uh, thanks,” Peter says, nodding. “We should be back
in two days.”
The cars on this planet remind Peter of the ones back on
Earth, but more hi-tech. Though he never learned how to drive there (his
sixteenth birthday was spent very far away from Earth, after all), he’s learned
enough from his time on different planets over the years.
So after about five minutes of bickering over who has more
driving experience, which led to asking Groot to choose who should drive for
them, they’re on the road, Peter behind the wheel and Gamora in the passenger
seat with Groot perched on her shoulder, mesmerized while watching the quickly
passing scenery out the window.
A new song comes on the car’s stereo from his Zune, which
Peter had managed to hook up via a cord he found lying around the Milano (this
must be what everyone on Earth uses to play music now in the car, he thinks).
Gamora looks over at him. “What’s this song?”
“’Tiny Dancer,’ Elton John, 1971,” Peter recites. “My mom
and I didn’t listen to it much, but it’s a pretty cool song.”
It fits their current setting, in a way. Something about the
song just fits with driving on what’s basically a freeway.
“Back on Terra, we’d drive to get everywhere,” he suddenly
says, thinking of the days spent just driving down the rural roads of Missouri
with his mom, singing along to every song on the radio. Though she’d be
driving, she often danced, too, which isn’t the safest thing to do when driving (well, technically, you shouldn’t
be doing anything else besides driving while driving, Peter figures), but the
roads never had too much traffic for it to be a problem. “Everyone would learn
to drive when they’re a teenager. Or, well, that part of life when you aren’t
quite an adult, but you’re not a kid anymore, either.”
“Which is why you never properly learned.”
“Learn by doing, as they say.”
She smiles at that, looking out at the road in front of
them. “I didn’t travel much as a child,” she says. “On my home planet,
everything we needed was in walking distance.”
“I’m jealous,” he admits. “I’d much rather have walked to
school than take the bus every day. It was basically this really big car that
could fit a bunch of kids, so it would pick up all the kids at different places
to take us all to school. Kids on there could really be assholes.”
“I struck fear into bullies’ hearts,” she says proudly.
He rolls his eyes. “Of course you did.”
Their conversation mainly consists of childhood memories and
discourse on whatever song came on via his Zune’s shuffle. Some they’d
recognize instantly, and brought to mind specific memories of time spent with
the Guardians, while others are judged for whether or not they’d dance to it.
(More often than not, the answer is yes.)
“I like this U2,” Gamora says after another U2 song
“Yeah, they were just getting big around the time
Yondu picked me up,” Peter says, checking over his shoulder before changing
lanes. “I wonder whatever happened to them.”
She studies him for a moment. “Have you ever thought about
returning to Terra?”
He’s caught off guard by her question. Of course, it’d
crossed his mind more often than not over the years, especially in the time
just after Yondu first grabbed him. But, as time faded, and the grief over his
mother’s death set in more permanently within him, he found himself preferring
“I used to a lot when I was a kid,” he finally answers. “Not
so much anymore. It just kinda pales in comparison to other planets, y’know?”
“Even though it’s your heritage?”
Months ago, he would’ve gotten defensive over questioning
like this coming from anyone, even
Gamora. But now?
He glances over at her, meeting her eyes for a moment.
There’s no judgment there—after all, he actually has a home planet to go back
to, while he’s well aware of the state of Gamora’s former home and lack of life
left on it, so it’d make sense for Gamora to envy him or just feel hostile toward him, in a way. But there’s
none of that; she’s simply curious, in a way that he knows is out of her own concern
He turns his eyes back to the road ahead of them with a
shrug. “It’s still my heritage, but shit happened there that just kinda spoiled
it forever. I mean, maybe I’ll change
my mind and return someday, but for now…”
She nods, accepting his answer. “I’ll support you either
Of course she will, because she’s Gamora. Peter smiles at her. “Thanks.”
She points to a place where they can exit the road ahead.
“Pull over. Let me drive for a while. We should be halfway there by now.”
Following her gaze, he spots what appears to be the
equivalent of a freeway exit, with a rest stop and a place to eat. “You sure? I
can keep driving, I don’t mind.”
“I am Groot,” Groot says before Gamora can reply. His eyes
are on the front windshield now, rather than the passenger side window, and he
points a finger toward the exit.
“You’re hungry?” Peter asks for confirmation. “Still don’t understand how trees get hungry…or can digest food.”
“Well, guess we’re stopping either way.”
Stomachs filled, they pile back into the car, this time with
Gamora behind the wheel and Peter in the passenger seat. Groot settles into his
usual spot on Peter’s shoulder.
“If you get tired you can sit on my leg,” Peter reminds
Groot, making eye contact with him in the side mirror. “Or the cup holder, I
“I am Groot.”
“Okay, no cup holder then, that’s fine.”
“Is your seatbelt on?” Gamora asks absentmindedly while
buckling in herself.
“Was that directed at me or Groot?” Peter jokes.
“Yes, ma’am.” He buckles in.
“Good.” She starts driving then, pulling out of the parking
“T-minus two hours until we get to our destination,” Peter
announces, plugging his Zune back in and scrolling through the songs. “Any
“You pick,” she says, picking up speed as they’re back on
He smirks, halting his scrolling as he comes across just the
right song. He clicks on it, and as the familiar chords fill the car, Gamora
actually laughs and Peter’s convinced
it’s the most precious thing he’s ever heard.
“Are you trying to tell me something with this song,
Star-Lord?” she teases.
“What can I say?” he says, all too casually. “I fooled
around and fell in love, after all.”
I wanted to add in some team fam love by having rocket and drax say “drive safely” and gamora partially directing “is your seatbelt on?” to groot ;))) also, snuck in a reference to my fav band in there, heh
Some goes to women, some goes to Jesus, Though I’m absolutely certain both’s all right But it takes me at least halfway to the label ‘Fore I can even make it through the night
Aside from being about whiskey, I’ve always thought this was one of the best VH songs because of the diversity of Eddie’s playing. Granted, diversity is a vague term, but in this case the acoustic guitar at the beginning is amazing because it’s much more than the campfire sing-along strumming many other metal bands adopted. Of course, the rest of the song is absolutely classic Van Halen, and in the midst of them experimenting with various effects and sounds (don’t get me started on what a waste of space “Sunday Afternoon in the Park” was), experimenting with an acoustic intro was a good, albeit safe, change of pace.
I was just wondering but what brushes do you mainly use when drawing on photoshop?
Hi bb! Here are my ultimate favorite brushes to use:
The first brush — the size 175 one — I use to do almost everything, from sketching to rendering to detailing. The second brush (25) is a soft round brush that I use to soften out unwanted hard edges left by the first brush.
The middle batch of brushes (700; 28; 80; 93) I use as substitutes when I get tired of using the above two brushes. The last batch (491; 430; 771) are versatile cloud brushes that I like to use when finishing up.
I believe most if not all of them come from concept art diety Jaime Jones’ set, which you can download here. <3
Julie Weflen had an uncommon job for a woman in the 80s. At 28, she worked as an operator for the Bonneville Power Administration, and even though she’d faced some sexism at first, her male coworkers had learned to respect her commitment and efficiency.
On September 16th, 1987, Julie was working on site at Spokane County, in Washington. She was supposed to be back home at 5 pm, when she would get a call from her husband Mike, who was working painting a house in another town. Mike called their house repeatedly, but he couldn’t contact Julie. At first he didn’t get worried, until he went back to his motel room that night and found a message from the local police, telling him his wife had been kidnapped.
Indeed, Julie had vanished at some time after 3:30 pm, when she had the last contact with one of her coworkers. She was going to check on one of the transformers that was low on nitrogen near Riverside State Park. Her work truck was found with its door and back hatch open. Her purse was inside the vehicle, and on the ground next to it they found her toolbox, hard hat and sunglasses. The gravel of the area showed signs of struggle, and authorities even theorized she could have been overpowered by two people.
It’s been almost 30 years and Julie’s fate has never been discovered. Police has cleared one person of interest, and had another unnamed suspect that failed a polygraph, but has since died. She has also been connected, although not officially, to the disappearance of two other women in the region: Debbie Swanson, who vanished on March 1986, and Sally Anne Stone, who went missing exactly 4 months before Julie. However, it’s more likely that she was taken by someone who knew her and had been watching her movements for a while.
I want opening and closing quotation marks on both my wrists (I thought of it first, Tomlinson, fuck off) to remind myself that I hold all the stories I want to write in my own hands as well as the fact that writing will always be there for me, the moon cycle down my spine (but not big, very small so it stays minimalist hahah I’m that dickhead, I don’t wanna say why on Tumblr, it’s very personal, but it means a lot to me ), now I want the coordinates to London too, either on my collarbone or my ankle? But I have a lot more that I’d like, these are just ones I’m 100% sure I wouldn’t get sick of. If I’ll ever get them is another question
27. First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:
Luke Pasqualino hOLY MOTHER OF GOD (my first thought was actually Louis and Perrie but……… how predictable)
28. Favourite icecream?
Lemon, straciatella, chocolate with vanilla (always together please) or Ben & Jerry’s cookie dough
52. Have you ever kissed a picture?
jkdflsklklsdkdslklsdkl YE S…… my friend and I did a photoshoot for fun as teenagers and we got so giddy and annoying that I ended up taking a picture of me kissing a lifesized Taylor Lautner poster jfkdsllksdkldsklsd
80. Have you ever sang in the shower?
I always sing in the shower, I even dance in the shower, I’m a superstar in the shower and always pretend I’m on stage HOW LAME
99. Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?
The model I interviewed, this one girl at Urban Outfitters who said ‘here you go’ and I said ‘yes please’ kfsddssjdksskkskld ??????? @ me cHILL. There was also a guy in uni who was everything I ever dreamed of and every time we talked I’d just. Everything about him, killed me. also, again, Louis and Perrie
I don’t know if a lot of people would read this but it is a really dark time in Korea.
About three days ago, the cruise ship Sewol, with about 350 high school students who were on their way to a field trip, sank.
The ship’s maximum boarding limit was 900 people. Only 476 people were on that boat but they could only rescue 80 people. 28 are dead, 11 of them are the Danwon High School students. and 268 are now missing. It’s been three fucking days and they say that the 250missing kids are unlikely to be alive.
The Ship’s captain was a 69 year old man who ordered a 26 year old new comer to steer the ship while he took a nap. When they started sinking, he told all the students to stay where they were and wait.
INSTEAD OF TELLING THE STUDENTS TO IMMEDIATELY RUN TO THE DECK, HE ANNOUNCED THEM TO STAY PUT WHILE HE ESCAPED VIA HELICOPTER
The ship started to sink around 9am and it took about two hours until the ship flipped over to the side. The crew members, however, apparently announced them to stay put while some of them managed to get on life boats or the chopper.
Funny thing is, the one who called the sink in wasn’t the captain or a crew member. IT WAS A PARENT who received messages from his kid who told him that the boat was starting to tip and water started flooding in.
Even after the initial report, it took the coastal guards an hour to check it out, not to rescue, but to see what was going on. After that, the whole navy seal, UDT, divers were on there way.
The ship turned over to its side and caused many of the kids who were still inside to injure themselves. The exits were blocked and unreachable and i believe many of the students did not make it out of the ship. Some people say that the kids inside could still be alive through air pockets but its been almost 72 hours since the sink and the most likely situation is that they are dead.
The one thing that pisses me off the most is the vile approach of the media and the social network services right now. News Networks are reporting unconfirmed facts to have “exclusive” news reports, confusing the entire nation about the current situation. Facebook and Twitter is full of bullshit government conspiracy theories, and some idiot fucks are making fake fb messages or posts from the victims still inside the ship. The SNS is also spreading vicious lies/unconfirmed facts about the sink and deliberately tricking many of us. I can’t believe anything right now because they report something one moment and then they apologize for it because it turns out that most of the facts were fake. What the fuck is wrong with this country. Reporters and journalists are badgering the survivors, survivors who barely made it alive and who suffer from extreme trauma. Their friends are DEAD and some dumb fucks want to traumatize them even further for a story.
Now honestly, I find it extremely hard to firmly believe that the missing 250 students are alive. It’s been three days, a storm hit the site, the water was freezing, The students who might have been able to make it out alive would not have survived the freezing sea.
I am frustrated because the ship, the captain and the crew members did a shitty job. They did not provide any safety announcements, and instead of calmly guiding and leading the students to safety, they were the first ones to escape. Leaving hundreds of 16, 17 year old high schools students to die.
It’s just too painful for me to watch the news right now. Some of my acquaintances have children who were on the boat and some of them still missing. I can’t imagine and never can understand the pain and frustration the parents might be feeling.
I can only pray for the safe return of the students or at least the recovery of all their bodies while they are still intact.
Please pray for us. Pray for the Students and the people still missing. Pray for the parents of the victims. Pray for our nation, Pray for Korea because it is a devastating time for all of us
UPDATE: I’ve seen some people saying that the numbers are wrong. for some of the numbers, they are approximations of the total people and some of them are not the exact numbers.
To clarify, 476 people were on board. However, the numbers change frequently because the Sewol Ferry company did a shitty job in keeping their list of people on board. About 2~3 people may be added or subtracted from this number.
And please remember, i am not a journalist nor someone who has direct sources to the sink (but honestly, no one does right now.) The information here is CONFIRMED facts and none of those unconfirmed/made up bull shit.
I didn’t mention the people rescued so here is the current, death/missing/save count.
UPDATE: The Vice Principal was rescued from this whole disaster but he committed suicide yesterday. It is a tragedy and all of our thoughts and prayers goes to him, Danwon High School, and Korea.