I just love this pose so much

anonymous asked:

could you explain how you give clothes so much volume/life?? i suck rly bad at drawing clothes w/o them looking like body paint or just draped over-- the way you do it gives it a lot of dimension and believability. also any tips on how to draw the same outfit in twisted poses?? (turning at the hip, bending over, etc) THANK U I LOVE UR ART SFM!!!

notice the tension of the cloth on the figure on the top right. it twists to the figures direction.

here are some examples of cloth folds

hopefully this helps!! please let me kno if you have any other questions!!

I think about this pre-series Yuuri a lot. 

He’s so, so beautiful. This costume is so beautiful (and he’s skating with his hair down which really fits it), and I want to know about this program!! There’s so much musicality in his expression and pose in just this low res image alone. It’s gorgeous. Tell us more. Give us pre-series Yuuri material. And give us high-res versions of the images on the JSF website, MAPPA!

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Okay so, this is not even me just being a weeb; I am genuinely fascinated by the live Vocaloid concerts.

There’s so many things that I think about while I’m watching.

  • She doesn’t actually have a voice; it’s computer generated .
  • Someone had to 3D model not only her, but all the choreography of her dancing.
  • THERE ARE SO MANY FUCKING PEOPLE THERE.
  • The real humans playing the backup instruments on stage with her are really talented in that they know exactly what they need to do.
  • Not only is she dancing, she’s dancing really well. Like, the moves they give her are tight as shit.
  • These songs are really catchy.
  • The fucking 3D animation is sooo smooth. Not only her movement, but her hair as well. It interacts with her body like real hair would, and I appreciate whoever animated her.
  • Also, whoever animated her gave her poses and movements that act as interaction with the audience like a real performer does. They way she points and winks at the audience makes it that much more believable. 

I just think it’s really interesting, and I would fucking love to go to one of these concerts some day.

I weigh

Today is my 32nd birthday.

This is the best birthday I’ve ever had because I’ve woken up to thousands of women sending me pictures and messages about the things they love about their lives, and the things they have done that they are most proud of. This has been going on for days now.

I was scrolling through “explore” on Instagram (always a certified mine field for one’s self esteem) and came across this disastrously damaging picture.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A group shot of grown women with their respective weights posted across each of their bodies, and the post asking what we think of their weights and then asking its followers, “What do you weigh?”

WHO CARES? What kind of crazed toxic nonsense is this? What is this post trying to achieve other than to induce anxiety into young women about something so entirely irrelevant? What are we teaching women about our value? Can it be measured using a metric system? Why do so many posts like this exist on social media? How is anyone supposed to get through the fucking day happy with themselves when we are given such unreasonable and shallow goals to achieve, falling short of which, no matter who we are, what we do, how many lives we save, how many children we raise, how many people’s lives we touch, we are not worth anything.

I snapped. I am just done. I’m so done with seeing this and letting it pass me by. It’s so dangerous and disgusting. It’s so belittling and abusive. We are subliminally bullied all day by the magazines, the side bar of shame, social media, and by each other. The onslaught is so aggressive that we are going to have to retaliate with 10 times the strength to undo all of the damage to the global psyche of women. So I posted this:

A small ode to the brilliant life that I am so lucky to live, that I built by myself from scratch, to the friends I am so lucky to have and to my self worth. This is how I measure myself. What I did, how I made people feel and how much I have enjoyed myself. It has taken me 10 years to get to the realisation that I am worth more than the digits on a measuring tape. And more importantly, the push back against body shaming shouldn’t just be about how much we love our flaws, it should be about something that isn’t really about the body at all. Self acceptance is important. But we deserve more than acceptance. Let’s step as far away from the conversation about our bodies as possible and make acclaim, integrity, achievement, contribution to society and kindness: Values worth shouting about again.

I posted it on twitter, and within an hour women started sending me their own ones. There were too many to keep track of. It happened so fast. The pictures were amazing. None of them were posed and filtered, nobody was contoured to within an inch of their life, or sucking anything in. It was women living their lives, writing down all of the things they were grateful for and proud of. All of the degrees they have, the babies they made, the cancer they beat or are fighting, their families they love, the disabilities they live with or help with, the relationships they have built, the companies they started. Just women waking up and remembering that they are valuable, and they do important, difficult, incredible things. Things that are more than just achieving the perfect lip liner, losing baby weight quickly or being able to EAT PIZZA WHILST AT A LINGERIE PHOTOSHOOT!!! (WOWWEE!)

Here are some of my favourites:

Women of every size and shape and age and background sent me their declarations of self love and clapped back at the shame they have been drenched in their whole lives. We are attacked by this beast our WHOLE DAMN LIVES. Bemused parents are writing to me that social media has their 8 year olds talking about diets and what they dislike about their tiny growing bodies. We are facing an epidemic of self hatred. Instagram while sometimes an amazing way for us to share, is in many ways, hurtling us at light speed towards the demise of what the suffragettes were building.

We lack focus because we are concentrating on the wrong things. Most of the women I know wake up much earlier than men to get ready, and spend much of their time and money on complete nonsense like manicures and pedicures, hair treatments, and waxing. Women bleach their bumholes. THEY BLEACH THEIR BUMHOLES. This is how far we have gone with our pursuit of perfection, that we are no longer satisfied with the natural colour of an area almost nobody in the world will ever see. We have to be thin, but with big breasts and bottoms, gravity free, spotless, hairless, ageless, light skinned but always with a year round sun kissed glow; we must be fun and eat pizza and drink beer but also completely cellulite free and we must all have tiny noses and enormous eyes and lips but with skinny faces, but our skinny faces must never look gaunt and old.

And after all this, and after all the work we do, that we do as much of as men, ON SUBSTANTIALLY fewer calories than we probably need, we get judged more and paid less anyway.

NO. I’m sorry but at some point something has to give. We have to object. We have to do it together. Rather than just complaining about it, lets fill the void of sense with some perspective and some regard for the lives we are so lucky to live. An education is a luxury and a beautiful thing, not afforded to millions of women in the world. Bringing children into the world and raising them to be happy and healthy and kind is a great achievement, that literally builds the world. Surviving illness and war and trials of mental health makes a warrior out of you. Fighting for the rights of those who have no voice is heroic and important. Reading and writing and filling yourself with knowledge makes you so much more fun to spend the day with. Travelling and being independent and supporting yourself is the sign of a woman in control of her life.

We spend our lives in pursuit of the approval of others when we don’t yet even really approve of ourselves. My opinion of me is now (and only very recently) the one that matters.

I remember being 15, miserable and so relentlessly disappointed in myself, thinking it didn’t matter that I had a full academic scholarship and that I had a job and good grades, a Grade 8 in piano and I was a good kid, because my hip bones didn’t jut out, I had a round face and my thighs were forever touching. I was taught nothing else mattered. And that my fat covered up my achievements. I am so, so aware of the damage the media does to a vulnerable mind, it ruined the first 20 years of my life.

I found this really sad old drawing I did of myself when I 16, with what I felt I had to look like in order to be accepted by girls at school, and society in general.

I can’t sit by and read the messages of self hatred that teenage girls send me, about how they hate themselves for not looking like Victoria’s Secret models. I can’t watch what happened to me, happen to them.

I hereby call out every newspaper run by a man that shames women about their appearance.

I hereby call out journalists who write passive-aggressive shaming articles about weight gain and congratulatory ones about women who lose weight.

I hereby MASSIVELY call out celebrities who don’t document what it takes for them to look the way they do. If you have had surgery, say something. If you have a strict diet and workout regime, say something. It is UNFEMINIST to push an image that was created in the fantasy lab of the patriarchy, essentially that of a sex doll, to other women, and pretend that it comes naturally to you, and that junk food and lying down in expensive hotel suites is what keeps you beautiful. You have a platform and have to use it responsibly.

I hereby call out the fashion industry for STILL after 10 years of being called out, perpetuating the idea that expensive clothing only looks good on stick thin, barely pubescent girls. (None of whom can afford your bloody clothes)

I hereby call out the women who troll other women online about their appearances.

I hereby call out the trolls that live in our own heads and eradicate all of our achievements and shower us in self-doubt and loathing.

In this uprising of female power we must realise we are being set absurd extra goals, thick and fast. The further we come as a gender, the more ridiculous the ideals we have to fulfil become. We are being distracted and exhausted and our eyes are being taken off the ball. Every minute you spend thinking about how thin or gorgeous you aren’t, is a minute you aren’t spending on growing your business or your life.

I’m not saying it’s not important to watch out for your health. I’m not saying your BMI isn’t something to pay attention to. I do think it’s important to try to be active and put good food into your engine. But I also think the shame and feeling of failure is what drives us to the unhealthy eating habits we acquire to “comfort” us when we feel inferior and depressed. It’s a catch 22.

And by all means take pride in your appearance. Enjoy your looks, and your clothes and your sex appeal, but don’t make it your number one concern and selling point. It can be in your top ten, but it should never, ever define you. It isn’t important. We aren’t supposed to all look the same. And nothing good ever comes of self hatred. It will never further you. It will always hold you back.

Please think of the things in your life that you are proud of, that fulfil you, that make you happy and write them down somewhere, and look at that list every time you feel that you are failing, or that your jeans are tight, or you have a chubby arm in a group photo of a night out, or when you watch a video of a Hadid eating pasta.

Please remember you have every right to be here, and your life is important and it is precious, and on your death bed you aren’t going to be thinking about your love handles.

I love women and we deserve so much more than this. We can do better. We have to.

We can win the revolution against shame.

coffeecupmaus-deactivated201607  asked:

Ho would you draw shoulders from the side? I've always struggled with that.

I’ve been thinking about it too, and honestly it’s quite troublesome to think about. I never really thought about how I draw it, I just improvise until it looks believable. However, I did notice there is a trick for it…

Okay so here’s the body, right? Ignore the obvious anatomy errors, I’m lazy and tired at the moment, but the idea should be clear. Think of the shoulder as ball-jointed doll. Draw the circle in the motion of the body as the base and…


Bam! Put a teardrop around it! I love teardrops as guidelines so much. I don’t think I have to explain it, do I? I think it speaks for itself; rotate the teardrop and the shoulder should follow it. Use it as a guideline and eventually you won’t have to use it anymore, it’ll be there mentally. I do, however, reccomend you pose in front of the mirror to get more correct results on how the lines will bend with the muscles. Just stand in front of the mirror and move your shoulders around, notice what muscles follows and etc. 

If you need any more help with this, let me know.

HERE TAKE THIS AS MY THANK YOU PICTURE

my casual suga post just got a bunch of notes recently and people seemed to like it so i thought id draw another one in my own outfit from a couple of days ago bc im Gay And Edgy

DISNEYWORLD Hamilton thought.

So everyone saves money for Laf’s birthday to go to Disney World. so while everyone is there this happens:


Laf is super freaking happy to meet Cinderella and Belle and he has princess Mouse ears.


Herc meets Meg and Hercules and gets challenged to an arm wrestling duel (which he wins)


During the Pirates of the Caribbean ride Alex keeps saying “this sucks” or “this isn’t what home was like. ” or “where the hell is Johnny Depp? I was promised Johnny Depp.”


John being a complete gentleman to the princesses and them being like “oh what a well mannered prince” and he’s like “nah I’m just from the south. ”


Thomas hanging out with Jasmine and the two being sassy as hell.


James almost crying cause he meets Eeyore and Piglet and he loves those two so much and when they hug him he cries.


Burr singing with Tiana and they’re killin it.


Angelica meeting Mulan and Merida and does Badass poses with them.


Eliza and Snow White singing and dancing together.


The princesses taking a liking and comforting Maria and being such awesome girls.

JOHN MEETING MOANA AND THE TWO HAVE A BLAST TALKING ABOUT THE OCEAN AND TURTLES.


Peggy doing poses with EVERY character. Like with villains she poses evil like and with princesses she pretends to be elegant and badass and with the other characters (like Mickey, Minnie, Goofy all of them) she is silly.


Laf being super freaking excited over everything and then getting to Epcot’s France and being like “This is…disappointing” but still being excited.


Herc dancing with Laf when they hear “Beauty and the Beast” and everyone staring in wonder. In fact Belle comes over and is like “aw heck yeah”.


Thomas loosing James in the massive crowd so everyone is looking for James. They find him eating cookies on a bench cause he got stressed out.


Alex and John meeting Ariel and Alex being all excited to meet her and singing with her and John is like “YEAH! LOOK AT MY CUTIE BOYFRIEND!!”


The Schuyler sisters meeting Elsa and Anna and taking one huge Sister pick with Angelica and Elsa in the middle.

Eliza and Maria meeting Minnie and having a grand old time.


Eliza getting Maria to dance with her in Main Street.


The Hamilsquad going on the Safari thing and when it’s mentioned poachers got the baby elephant John quietly says “those motherfuckers”.


They all go in the haunted mansion and these things happen;


Herc screams.


When the voice asks for any volunteers to die and live in the house James raises his hand.


James keeps saying “Welp looks like I made it home alright.”


Alex accidentally screams “SHIT” when something pops up.


The Schuyler sisters +Maria and Burr scream and laugh

(That’s all for the HM)


Burr managing to woo a lot of the princesses. Except Jasmine. She’s too sassy.


Laf having custom make Belle and Cinderella inspired outfits made by Herc.


Laf meeting Gaston and Gaston is like “Okay maybe just this once I’ll kiss a man. ” and he kisses Laf on the cheek.


The princesses being taller than James and cooing over how cute and small he is and he’s just shy.


EVERYONE BEING TALLER THAN JAMES AND COOING OVER HOW CUTE AND SMALL HE IS.


All the Hamilton people waiting in line for a ride and doing a freestyle rap thing about Disney characters and everyone else enjoys it.


A little girl asking Laf if he’s a prince.

Thomas carrying James on his shoulders when he gets tired.


Alex and John singing at meals like “hakuna matata” and “Strangers like me”

(Anyone who does fanart or Fanfics of this..Please give the proper credit play? ;3)

- rmbr when louis used to watch lux since he was a wee 19 yo?
- rmbr when louis donated millions to charity because he just wants to help kids?
- rmbr when louis received every kid backstage the 1d shows with open arms?
- rmbr when louis said “dont cry luv”
- rmbr when louis made sure he would walk with that girl on soccer aid and kept cheking on her to make sure she was fine?
- rmbr when louis put together a vegas trip to celebrate his friends birthday?
- rmbr when louis melted when fans called him king?
- rmbr when louis thanked us over and over again for winning him/the boys awards?
- rmbr when louis asked for the fans nouns?
- rmbr when louis said he hoped he wasnt offending anyone when reading names?
- rmbr when louis got in a fight to protect his fans?
- rmbr when louis did the cinderella ball and donated a huge part of his net worth at the time?
- rmbr when louis kept standing up for his fans? again and again?
- rmbr when louis pretended the kid was pnuching him to get them to laugh?
- rmbr when louis protected 0t4 again and again?
- rmbr when louis never trashed a celebrity (the wanted does not count)
- rmbr when louis was never ever anything but selfless?
- rmbr when louis posed for a picture THE DAY HIS MOM PASSED AWAY?
- rmbr when louis thanked the fans for Project No Control?
- rmbr when louis leaked home?
- rmbr when louis was the first one direction member to wear a rainbow?

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I love the awkwardness of this hug; it makes the whole thing feel so much more real. Cosima isn’t in a position conducive to being hugged when she breaks down, and Delphine wraps her arms around her just the same. It doesn’t look comfortable, but someone who needs a hug isn’t necessarily going to pose themselves so that it’s easy or comfortable to give them one (which is something I’ve unfortunately gotten a lot of experience with lately, since we recently lost a pet). I appreciate that the director didn’t say, “All right, give it another try, but let’s see if we can’t make it look pretty this time.”

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I SHIT YOU NOT, I LAUGHED OUT LOUD FOR FIVE MINUTES STRAIGHT.

It’s so goddamned serious, he’s killed twelve of their men already, we’re lucky to be doing this well, he’s out there, Vader’s presence is dark and looming over that first page.

You’re expecting something terrifying, like the cover shows. 

Something like–

AND THEN

INSTEAD

YOU GET

THIS

LOOK AT HIM.

HE CLEARLY LOST HIS CAPE SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY AND, INSTEAD OF JUST CONTINUING ON IN HIS SPACE-WORTHY SUIT OF ARMOR HE DECIDES TO MAKE A NEW ONE.

FOR REASONS, I GUESS??? DRAMATIC REASONS!

AND IT IS MADE OUT OF AN ANIMAL HIDE.

HE JUST STRAIGHT UP TIED IT IN A KNOT AROUND HIS THROAT.

CLAWED TIPS FLAPPING IN THE BREEZE

WHILE HE POSES LIKE HE THINKS SPACE GOOGLE IS ALWAYS TAKING PICS.

TARKIN LITERALLY SAYS IN THE NEXT PANEL HE KILLED THAT SUPER DANGEROUS APEX PREDATOR BIRD THING JUST TO SHOW HOW BADASS HE WAS AND GET A CAPE THAT LETS HIM BE INVISIBLE.

AND LOOK AT THIS EXTRA FUCKER POSING ON THAT ROCK.

I’M JUST FUCKING DYING AT ALL OF THIS, I AM LOSING MY SHIT.

ANAKIN, YOU DRAMATIC PIECE OF SHIT, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.