also my sharpeing looks not good

((under readmore is some real time gifs of a jotaro from sketch to shading! it’s not quite a tutorial i guess bc he is,, in summary a guy with strong eyebrows, jawline, hair hat, cheekbones and sharp eyes that you will get better at drawing after a few times… referencing canon will help a lot)) 

((thanks! I’m not sure, it depends on the dude, I start all my drawings with a circle for the head and keep adding and removing stuff until it looks like the guy? reference if it looks weird, doing art studies of ppl will build up good image library to base off shapes on)) 

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Secret is Out: Part 6

AN: Here is Part 6, as voted on twitter! Enjoy!

Prompt: What happens when secret identities are taken away from every DC superhero?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

    “You know you don’t have to wear the glasses, right?”

    Clark glances back at you in the mirror, before looking back at the glasses, “I suppose it doesn’t matter. They’ve pasted both versions of my face all over the news.”

    You crawl out of bed and jump on to his back, so that you’re hanging off his back. When you can’t quite manage it, he smiles and bends down a bit. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he makes sure you’re secure before straightening again.    

    “You realize it’s the same face, right? This one just happens to be void of glasses.”

“I know, I’m just going to miss it.”

You kiss his cheek, “Miss what?”

“Being able to walk around without being recognized, or taking you to dinner without

being ambushed by reporters. Going to work without being stared at.”

    You wince before letting go, and sliding off his back, “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

    “More than a little.”

    You nod, “Understandable, because if I worked in our office I’d give you lots of grief over writing articles about yourself.”

    His eyes focus in on you, “You do work in my office.”

    You snap your fingers, “That’s right! I take the photos, and dig up information, silly me.”

    He stares at you, “You have something planned.”

    You shrug before sending him a smirk, “Guess you won’t know until we get there.” And without another word you walk into the closet and change. When you’re done, you come out to find him staring at the door.

    You whisper, “Is there an alien on the other side?”

    His tone has a bit of bite to it, “Nope. Just lots and lots of neighbors.”

    You roll your eyes, “The neighbors have been trying to steal a glance of you since the news broke. You just keep flying out the window.”

    “There’s other women out there.”

    You roll your eyes, “Do I look worried? I have Shayera and Vixen at my beck and call. I’ve got mad back up, so it’s time to kick the farm boy persona, remember you’re in the city and get a move on, before we’re late.”

    He pouts a bit, but allows you to push him towards the door, you pull it open to reveal several of the little old ladies who live on your hall. You give him a look that says, “This is what had your tights in a twist?” before focusing on the neighbors.

“Good morning Ms. Ghent, Ms. Libby, how are you this morning?”

They smile, “We’re fine dear. Just here to tell you something.”


“Yes, we just wanted to let you know we got rid of those girls who were trolling around.

You and Clark are a match made in heaven, and just cause he saves the world doesn’t give them the right to come trolling around.”

    You smile, “Thank you Ms. Libby. To tell you the truth Clark is a bit nervous, this is our first time going out with everyone knowing.”

    Mrs. Ghent snorts, “Nonsense. Clark Kent is just as good a man as Superman. In fact this whole thing just makes the world seem a bit less crazy.”

    You glance at Clark to find him smiling, “Thank you Ms. Libby, Mrs. Ghent. Let me know if you ladies need anything moved, okay.”

    They smile and send the two of you off with a tin of cookies. The front door to your building is a bit of a different story. It’s filled with reporters and shouting fans. Clark glances at you, “Sad thing is we know each and every one of those guys.”

    You nod, “Half of them are scum.”

    “We should get a car.”

    You roll your eyes, “When you fly you can break Mach 1. We are not getting a car.”

    “Is flying your suggestion for this situation, because I’ll remind you that you’re wearing a skirt.”

    You smirk, “I have shorts on underneath.”

    The two of you stare at each other, before you surge forward and push open the doors. You stick your fingers in your mouth and let out a sharp whistle. The flashes from the cameras stops and you smile, “I’d just like to remind ALL of you, that there is a very good chance that we have worked together before, or at the very least I’ve worked with someone who knows you. That means I know your dirty little secrets. Also remember that I’m not my husband and I have no problem hanging you out to dry. So stop looking for news and go find a celebrity to photograph instead.”

    More than a few of them look nervous, and all of them know what you’re capable of. Clark comes out a minute later and asks, “Was that really necessary?”

    You stare at him for a minute, before turning and walking down the street. You murmur just loud enough for him to hear, “I married a boy scout.”

    He catches up, and takes your hand a moment later. You get stopped several times on your way. Mainly by fans. You get more than a few stares, but you make it to the office eventually.

    The stares are enough to unnerve even you. You’re proud of the way Clark keeps his head high and his eyes on his desk. You take your seats and get to work. You’ve almost blocked out the being watched feeling when Perry yells, “Kent. My office NOW!”

    You both jump up, until he says, “Superman only.”

    You wince at the use of the name, but watch as your husband walks in. Then you realize everyone else’s eyes are on him, and turn back to your work. He comes out half an hour later and slumps into his chair.

    Clicking through the images you ask, “Do I want to know?”

    “I’m not allowed to write about Superman anymore.”

    “As expected.”

    “He wants me to cover what it means to have superhero identities exposed. Interview the League and such.”

You laugh, “Can I be there when you ask Bruce for an interview?”

Clark just groans.  

kwinpuddle  asked:

Do you think you could give tips on how to draw teef?? You're so good at them and I really wanna learn, like with plant monster or the halloween version of your overwatch oc, they pop out and it's just- how does one draw so well???

HMMM well let’s see if I can find some references to put together! My teeth drawing experience comes from a combo of looking at tutorials/others’ art, and having an interest in bones and having to learn some things about tooth set-ups for a few different classes throughout my schooling. 

Okay so first, is this tutorial. It’s specifically for sharp/carnivore teeth, but it holds a lot of ground for setting up teeth in general. 

There’s also this one - which I love because it touches on both realistic and cartoony methods for drawing teeth. There are a lot of words explaining things, but it is very much worth the read!

There’s another reference post floating around, which while it has mostly good resources, has a particular image in there that I really hate because that is NOT how teeth work or look at all for the categories they chose. So here’s the one that I do like.

[from this artist]

In the same vein as this, when I do teeth I tend to imagine strips first, draw the strips, and then define the teeth after the fact. And if large canines are involved, make sure that they look like they form an almost zipper-like closing when the jaws are together. That’s something I heard my orthodontist say back when I had braces and was getting looked at, and it’s stuck with me ever since.

Diastema are a biiiiig thing in large canine’d jaws that I see artists sometimes leave off - basically it’s any space between teeth but for this post’s purposes, it’s the space that a canine of the opposite jaw fits into when the mouth is closed. Otherwise the mouth can’t close all the way and things just look weird!

See how there is a gap in each dental arcade for the corresponding canine to sit in? It’s a lot easier to see with the lower canine, but there’s one there for the upper canine as well. It’s worth noting that this is just in the instance that the canine is so large that it will extend far enough to need a space. If something has large canines but they’re not particularly long, the might not need a diastema!

This tutorial is also really nice for drawing big bite-y teeth. 

I also recommend looking up pictures of irl teeth and jaws for reference - even in fossil species! There are some fantastic things out there in nature for inspiration. I particularly really like Dunkleosteus teeth, for example.

Seals also have really nice teeth.

Hope that helps!

I was searching for the gorilla emoji on google because I’m on desktop and got inspired to do the ranking emoji meme. Here goes.

An okay job, not consistent with the color of hair. Gorilla maybe went to a barber and had dyed it’s head. 3.5/5 I guess.

Only face no body, looks a bit accurate I guess. 2/5

??????? WHAT IS THAT FACE 0/5





1/5 looks high and would probably maul my face.

The arms looks like it’s dislocated?? Or maybe I’m just not familiar with the anatomy of a gorilla, that ass though looks a bit sharp, and those thighs look thicc. Also looks a bit similar to Disney’s Tarzan’s daddy gorilla. 99/5


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A new SweetFX setting for those who want something less subtle. It’s bright and sharp, with a subtle gradient. Feel free to ask for alterations, I’m doing requests currently.

Features Include:

  • SMAA Anti Aliasing
  • Bloom
  • HDR
  • LumaSharpen
  • Cineon DPX
  • Vibrance (just a touch.)
  • Curves
  • Vignette (for the gradient)
  • Dither
  • Border (also for the gradient and to make the UI look better)

To Install:

  • Copy all files in FX folder in your main game “.exe” folder.
  • I prefer to right click my sims 4 desktop shortcut and go to open file location to get there quickly.
  • As long as your graphics card isn’t ancient you can run any of the HQ sweetFX’s, but only really good moniters and graphics cards will look good with the high or ultra. Otherwise, use medium or low sharpening.


  • To turn off & on toggle the f12 key.
  • Take screenshots with the f10 key, then they are placed as .bmps in the main game “.exe” folder where the sweetFX is installed.
  • Turn off edge smoothing in game. Anti-aliasing is done by the SweetFX. 
  • Untick post processing effects to make the game even faster, the SweetFX does all the post processing itself.
  • Does not conflict with any other lighting mod.
  • Does not work with windowed mode. It will crash. Only use this with fullscreen. (I’m looking for a solution to this)


  • Only one version available to not confuse and updated to 64 bit sims 4.

All credit goes to for the sweetFX tools.


My World is a Kaleidoscope

My world is like a kaleidoscope, I want to tell them
Soft pastels bleed into a setting resembling a Monet painting, while a single thread of focus holds my attention
A book, a particularly rhythmic piece of music, the bliss of a soft pair of pants
It sounds silly, to say it out loud, but my world is not the same as your world
Or maybe we just experience it through different lenses

I won’t lie, it isn’t all beautiful
The sound of someone using a paper towel grinds on my ears like the shriek of monkeys
If you say something to me in the wrong tone of voice, I have to try and convince myself you aren’t angry

People tell me I look nice with my hair up, but what they don’t know is that wearing it down makes my neck feel as though a million pine needles are rubbing against my skin
I couldn’t wear jeans until I was in middle school, because their fabric felt like sandpaper on my skin
When I went to primary school in England, my mother had to order special shirts for my uniforms because if someone tried to put a polo on me, I would cry and scream because the collar felt like someone was strangling me

There used to be a commercial about recognizing the signs of a stroke, with Sharon Stone in it
She wore all white makeup, and the lighting would menacingly flicker in, and she’d talk in a deep, monotone voice
And every time I saw that commercial, up until I was 12 or 13 and they stopped airing it, I would instantly feel my blood go cold and my skin go clammy
My heart would start beating really fast, and since I didn’t know what was happening to me, all I could do was scream until someone else ran in to mute the commercial
It was involuntary, I have no idea what it was about that commercial, but I remember it vividly
I remember being ashamed, embarrassed, that I could not control myself
That part never went away

I want to tell them that I am an artist
When I was little, I mean, like two years old, I used to memorize the names of all the Crayola colors in the box
And when I went to pre k, and everyone else was learning red, green, blue
I knew magenta, burnt sienna, turquoise, sky blue, royal blue, violet, periwinkle, lime
I said these colors like they were the gospel because to me they were something beautiful, and I loved all of them

I couldn’t hold a pencil until I was in third or fourth grade, and I had to get special permission to type my assignments
My hand didn’t have the fine motor skills necessary for writing, which meant it didn’t have the motor skills necessary for coloring or drawing neat little pictures

But everyday, I’d bring my parents piles of artwork, piles of colored pictures, all outside of the lines, all scribbled glory and unabashed youth
Kids used to make fun of me, and I spent so much time crying out near the cubbies because I couldn’t color like they did, or write my name like they did
Then they made fun of me for crying, but I kept drawing

Today I’ve won county, state, and regional contests, when I was a freshmen my art made it to a national contest through 4H
And still, sometimes my hand will drop a pencil, or fling a utensil out in front of my desk for no reason
And everyone will look at me, but I don’t cry anymore
Never in front of them again

I want to tell them that I love science
When I was very young, I mean, 4 years old, my mom pulled up videos of amoebas on our home computer
I thought those were the greatest, funniest things in the world, the way they ate up the other organisms and absorbed them into their own mass
I used to look up different types of bacteria, strep and staph and their different strains, I looked up genetic diseases and the rarest medical conditions
My favorite show was House M.D. as a fourth grader

When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said a neurologist, than I said neuro-genetics, and now I say biochemistry and genetics
I used to be ashamed and scared of my interests, and nobody ever wanted to talk to me about CRISPR or gene therapy or cloning, and now these things are assets to me
I’ve been lucky enough to know what I wanted to do since I was six, and I think how many people get to know what their passions are before they even know how to write

I want to tell them about my family
My sister, the nonconformist who loves to read and despises fractions with a passion
Whose wit is sharp enough to slice steel, whose stubbornness and perseverance earned her the affectionate nickname “little buffalo”
My little sister with perfect pitch, who plays two instruments and isn’t even in middle school yet
My sister who has the best stories but can’t spell to save her life, who is the most creative mind in school but is confined to fill-in-the-blank standardized tests that confuse her
My sister, who people keep reminding me “isn’t like me,” they see me the say “prodigy”
And they see her and they think “unfocused, doesn’t apply herself, isn’t academically gifted but has a great personality,” which is to say they only value creativity when it’s measureable, profitable

My mother, who knows what I am going through and sees too much of herself in me for this to be an accident
Who grew up dissecting animals on the farm because she loved anatomy, who couldn’t follow social conventions, who never had the opportunities I do now
My mother who grew up in a time where people like my sister and I weren’t accommodated but beaten, whispered about, stared at in the middle of small town gatherings
My mother who lost friendships with other parents who took personal offense to me as a child, who raised me with no knowledge on what Autism Spectrum actually meant
My mother who has grown so much, who sees her own childhood and experiences finally explained in me and through the information now available

My father, who is so quiet and also the entire comforting roar of ocean waves
He is an artist like me, but also a builder, a thinker, an innovator
A master of blending in, and still I recognize an air of familiarity
In the exhilarated discussion of the Everglades and tropical fish, and in the brutal scrutiny in his carpentry
I hesitate letting him in on school projects because even though I know that with him it will be absolutely perfect, he will spend an hour trying to get the paper on the poster board straight
My father, the kitchen’s beat boxer and repeater of words, the artist and builder and crafter, who loves my sister and I and understands as closely as anyone will ever get

I want to tell them that I, that we, people like me, are not accidents
We’re not just mistakes in genetic code, or a series of environmental factors, or puzzles waiting to be solved
If they really want to get to know us, they can just ask us
Our lives aren’t always easy, we suffer sometimes, I know I’ve suffered sometimes
Sometimes we can be tedious, our needs may be difficult to pinpoint, our behavior may shock you or horrify you or scare you or bewilder you
But then, at this point I ask, doesn’t everyone have moments like this
We are all burdens, we are all gifts, we are all worthy of living as we are

I want to tell them that I don’t want to be fixed, because there is nothing to be fixed
Maybe I’d like to not bang my head against a wall when I’m stressed, or not be too uncomfortable to be hugged, or not scratch and pick at my skin when I’m anxious, or not be unable to talk sometimes, or not feel like my brain is stuffed with cotton during verbal conversations
Maybe I’d like to be able to write like other people, to be able to copy down pictures and graphs in my physics and math classes with ease like they do, to be able to read numbers like they do, to be able to go to parties and malls and social gatherings without feeling like I’m floating away like they do

But I think of all the things I’d potentially be giving up if they would have their “cure”
My drawings, maybe I’d still be an artist, but I never would have had the determination, the passion I do now because I would have known what it was like to color inside the lines, my art would not be the same
Maybe I’d still like science, but I would never have spent hours researching the human brain and psychology and genetics, I would never have known the joy and amusement I felt when my mother showed toddler-me the amoebas

Maybe my sister would still be a musician, but she would not have the focus to listen to the same song over and over, the ability to recognize when a note is flat or sharp or just right without looking at sheet music
She’d never have the compassion and open-mindedness she has now because she knows what it’s like to truly function differently from everyone else and be ridiculed for it

Maybe we wouldn’t have our problems anymore, but we also wouldn’t be us anymore
Our experiences would be taken from us in the name of our own good, our passion exchanged in the name of normalcy

They can argue with me all they want, tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about, call me a liar, dare to call me “high-functioning”
But they will never know what it’s like at all, they’ll never see the world as a kaleidoscope

And that’s okay, but what I really want to tell them, is that they don’t have to be afraid
I want to tell them that their children are going to be okay, and they are too
I know it’s hard, I know it’s confusing, but they will get through this and their kids are not broken, they too will persevere

I want to tell them that vaccines did not cause this, we have always been here
I want to tell them that people don’t grow out of this, there are plenty of adults on the spectrum, and that’s okay

I want to tell them that trying to make their kid “normal” only teaches them to be ashamed, and only teaches them to hide their true nature, which only causes more problems
I want to tell them that even if there was a cure, they’d be altering the entirety of a person’s mind, their interests, behavior, personality, potential experiences, and I don’t think that that is a choice anyone should get to make

I want to tell them that they’ll never entirely understand, no one can entirely understand another person’s brain anyway and it would be foolish to try and generalize anyways
I want to tell them that’s okay
We just experience things from different lenses

Dragon Glamour

So, I thought I would post the ritual that I did on Sunday for those who wanted to know!  Now I should start this off with a warning that you should know your limits, what things you can and can’t do in terms of magic and energy.  This may not be a gentle practice for some and from what I have discovered, some people seem to be sensitive to energy that dragon spirits give.  If you are one of these people you’ll want to perform a different type of glamour.  However, the foundation of what I do here should work for you but you will need to remove the dragon influences and substitute with whatever feels more comfortable for you.

I feel like I should also add that not all of this is pure glamour.  Glamour, in its essence works on the function of influencing how others see you.  But some of this came from asking my guides to grant me the things that I needed and used my face as a means to harness it with make up.  

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aqueeriasstrology  asked:

Hey I need a really good but not too detailed of what the signs look like, hair color, eye color, facial features body features etc. I'm so tired I can't think but I have a project I'm doing over it and want others opinions besides my own. 😄

So rising signs, 1st house planets and aspects to the ascendant matters most in appearances. You can also relate to aries if you have mars in 1st or mars conjunct rising for example 

Aries - Arched/prominent eyebrows, sharp or strong features and usually has a confident look in their eyes 

Taurus - They can have face shapes leaning towards square, soft or relaxed looking eyes and ‘long’ or beautiful necks 

Gemini - Big or curious eyes, can look younger than they are and can seem like they always have something to say 

Cancer - Round, big and usually deep looking eyes, soft, rounded out features and can have a round-ish face

Leo - Mane-like hair, broad or shoulders that can look very structured and nicely shaped faces 

Virgo -  Can seem like a hard to read person and curious, delicate features and can look younger than they are 

Libra - Balanced face, features work well together and they can have heart or oval shaped faces 

Scorpio - Intimidating gazes, can have sharp features with lean faces and the most noticeable feature tends to be the eyes 

Sagittarius - Can have long looking faces or features, great smile and a seemingly casual look a lot of the times 

Capricorn - Shapely features, eyebrows and nose can be the most prominent and have a stern look most of the time

Aquarius - Long or shapely legs, their foreheads can be prominent and they can draw in many different types of people 

Pisces - Dreamy eyes, can have a very gentle or elegant look and have a very sweet smile 

wip of a yongo I’m doing bc I’m trying out a new style thing and I wanna push my anatomy more so who else but this fuckin gay (also he may or may not be in his 2016 daesang outfit bc I thought it would fit him)

DANG thIS IS 365 FRESH(9`・ω・)9

anonymous asked:

What is the 1776 fandom??

This is 1776:

1776 is a musical which tells the story of:




Together they will create the most hella lit “I know what you did last summer- screw me on the congress floor” squad of 1776. 

Oh by the way- they sing their way through getting the declaration sighed. Featuring beautiful songs such as:

Sit the fuck down, John. 

Piddle Twiddle and Abby fucking kill me Abby

The Lees of old I-get-more-pussy-than-you

John Adams I can’t write the declaration because I need my damn nut but we have lots of sexual tension so we can fix that

Yours Yours Yours

Thomas Jefferson won me over because he’s good with his tongue

Cool Cool, considerate we-are-better-than-you-fuck-you

Momma looks sharp because damn hit those notes

The egg- we are all mothers. Ooo! ooo! Can i dress independence? no-Franklin shut the fuck up we are in a war

Molasses to rum to let’s cause a civil war in ninety years

Is anbody there? (I’m just gonna say- boi- that song could rise me from the dead). 

Of course the ending will also hit you a ton of bricks. It’s also a movie by the way. 

In all seriousness- 1776 was one of the inspirations to Hamilton, and it’s disappointing that not much people know about it- if I’m being honest. It’s an amazing musical. 

here is another post I made about 1776 (x). This is explains it better. 

cow emoj1 rev1ew t1me...

soulful eyes, but her nose looks l1ke a button? not 1n a cute way… 1 do not trust her. too pointy. 2/5

d1gg1ng the y1n/yang deal w1th her eyes. the septum p1erc1ng 1s boss but goes all the way through her head? help her… 3/5 too gnarly

charm1ng dude, bold and rude. everyth1ng you wanna be when you grow up. seems l1ke he l1fts? too charm1ng to downvote… 5/5

fat faced cow w/a mouth shaped l1ke a heart. cheeky but trustworthy… warm g1rl, would hug. <3/5

her nose 1s fake and her horns are translucent. probably h1d1ng many sharp teeth. 3/5 try1ng too hard to ga1n your trust; don’t turn your back on her…

looks l1ke a good pal who just wants to have a fun t1me. 4/5

she’s BEAUT1FUL!!! real1st1c cow who clearly 1s full of love and poss1bly also fash1on? th1ck lashes for charm1ng you 1nto g1v1ng her treats and creat1ng powerful gusts of w1nd to blow your problems away. 483929/5

…d1sgust1ng. 1nsens1t1ve and offens1ve. th1s 1s a horse 1n cow cosplay. -3/5 get out of my s1ght.

1 would lend th1s cow my favor1te book w1thout quest1on. 4/5

1s… 1s th1s a gyro1d? what… sound does 1t make? ?/5

th1s 1s clearly a p1g wrapped 1n a cow sk1n? l1ke 1 apprec1ate that other farm an1mals wanna be cows but 1t’s freak1ng me out. how d1d you even make that costume? 1t better not be leather… -5/5

she looks very 1mportant, l1ke she’s got places to go and people to see! what a b1gshot… and her eyel1ner’s on po1nt, too… 5/5

reviews for the red heart emoji on emojidex

not a big fan of artistic choices made here, like how there’s the impressive combination of both pillow shading and a gradient, but it makes up for that by being a highly recognizable classic. definitely the first thing i would think about when it comes to a heart emoji.

i really like this one. it reminds me of the ace attorney character april may, both in color and in… shape. overall, very lovely, although not actually red.

for some reason, the red heart emoji does not strike me as something that should be drawn in a geometric style, but i suppose it’s better than an asymmetrically drawn heart. its thick black outline contributes to the visibility of this emoji, which is a thing i appreciate and admire.

i’m not a huge fan of the shading, but i’m more distracted by the fact it’s asymmetrically shaded. i’m not sure if i’m seeing this right or if it is an optical illusion, but it looks like there’s a hot pink streak over the right side of this emoji, while the rest is all in red gradient. while i’m not sure what to make of this asymmetrically blushing (?) heart emoji, it is one of the most visually intriguing ones on this list.

while usually i think gradients are unnecessary, the shading on this one is particularly charmingly executed and gets away with it. it looks like a glossy candy heart, and i would like to eat it. my only complaint is that it isn’t quite red.

i really like this one! it’s a very soft and round sort of heart, without sharp edges, while not compromising its recognizability as a heart shape (unlike for example LG). the contrast between its border and body is low, but the outline still adds a lot to the overall shape.

this heart feels a little off-balance: i suppose this is facebook’s way of shading the heart, but it just looks like the heart’s body isn’t set within its border right, rather than being nicely cell shaded. it also isn’t red either. that said, the overal silhouette is a very classic and recognizable heart shape, and i like it a lot.

not one of my favorites on this list. the shading adds very little to the shape, and it feels like the bottom isn’t aligned with the top of the heart, so it wouldn’t quite be mirror-symmetric even if it wasn’t tilted away from us. even the shines on this heart don’t match each other. overall a wonky heart, but with a load of personality and a very nice shade of red.

this heart has a mature look and color to it, and is very nice and round. its simplicity makes it easy to recognize, though also a little plain. i like it

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similar to microsoft’s geometric heart, but with a nicelier drawn shine, and without the outline that sets apart microsoft’s emojis. the color is very, very good, one of my favorites on the list, and i like how its sharp edges and indents are slightly curved off to create a more gentle look.

my favorite, which means i must now take back all my complaints about red hearts that werent actually red, because this one is definitely pink. scientifically speaking, its shape and color are perfect, and it should be easily recognizable even at a small size.

it turns out there were a lot more heart emojis than i was expecting, and at this point i am mostly glad it is over, actually. this emoji looks like an anatomical diagram of the abdomen, where the stomach is highlighted. thats not right, since hearts themselves are organs and do not have stomaches inside of them, but i think it looks cool anyway. thanks for reading

luckytruck replied to your photo “Aren’t you’re supposed to leave helpful comments on your wishlist?”…”

This looks awesome! Never throw glitter at people whom you want to stay healthy though. There are lots of stories of people losing their eyes because they got some craft-glitter in there by accident. Non-cosmetic-grade glitter has sharp edges and is very very difficult to get off your skin or out of hair.

Which is why I picked the spikiest looking confetti I could find. Pepper spray might be illegal in my state but glitter aint. But also yes, very important children: do not throw glitter at people at random, it’s not good. Always ask permission first and make sure it’s cosmetic-grade. You don’t want to hurt anyone by mistake.

At some point all seven members of the inner crew get stuck in an elevator.

There’s a moment where it screams trap, ambush, a clever attack from some phantom rival, but no. Its a stock-standard mechanical failure. The rulers of Los Santos, arguably the most dangerous crew this side of the country, trapped like rats in a little metal box.

It’s fucking undignified.

With no reception to contact their own people they use the inbuilt emergency button to call it in, expecting a technician to be rushed to their aid, only to be told they are in a queue. That there will be some delays. The conversation starts professionally polite but quickly devolves into everything from outrageous bribes to thinly veiled threats but Mark, who’s clearly in some call centre far away from Los Santos, is utterly unmoved.  

Unused to such blatant disregard Geoff abuses the call button, determined to make Mark as miserable as they are in an effort to annoy him into submission. By the time he considers allowing the crew’s main negotiator a turn on the phone the ‘self-important assholes’ impression has already been irrevocably ingrained.

Michael lifted Jeremy up to pick the lock on the emergency hatch only to complain about lax safety standards when the hinges jam and refuse to open more than halfway. Gavin snarks about their heavy hitters not being so strong after all, Michael snaps back about useless twigs keeping their mouths shut, and Jeremy is quickly forgotten in favour of a grade-school-level slap fight.

As time goes by the heat rises and tempers flare; Geoff railing against Mark, Jack snapping at Geoff for antagonising the people controlling their placement in the queue, Gavin and Michael prodding each other into more and more aggressive arguments and Ryan beginning to twitch alarmingly every time the background music loops.

Ray hasn’t moved from where he leaned 5 minutes into their stay, hood up, earphones plugged into his DS, absently swaying out of range whenever the rolling ball of furious MichaelGavin bounces towards him. Following his lead Jeremy quickly boosted himself up to sit on the handrail in a corner, as out of the way as he can be in a contained metal box, morbidly fascinated as he settles back to watch the fireworks.

At loop 17 Ryan takes a knife to the speakers, prying out the screws before calmly tearing the whole thing out of the wall. This prompts a moment of absolute silence, blessedly free from repetitive piano, before the lights flicker out, Gavin screeches, and it all kicks off again.

In the chaos no one notices Ray slipping through the jammed hatch and clambering on to the roof until its too late to catch him. His exit sets off an explosion of yelling, threats and promises and downright pleading, but realistically none of them are operating under the illusion that Ray plans to do anything more than clamber back up to the penthouse and have a nap. Gavin is the only other one who’s shoulders are slim enough to slip through but no one lets him go - they say they don’t trust him not to trip and kill himself but lets be real: if Michael and Geoff don’t get to leave this hellhole there’s no chance on earth Gavin gets to.

When they are finally set free, listening in strained silence as the lift lowers and the doors are wrenched open, the technician cracks a lewd joke about the awkward tension and no one has it in them to stop Ryan from punching him in the throat.

Geoff stalks away muttering about having unfinished business with Mark while Michael makes a beeline for the fire-stairs, intent on getting to the penthouse before Ray realises they are free and goes into hiding. Jeremy is lumped with the duty to go check in with the support crew, who have probably already tracked down the source of their absence and are bound to be smug little shits about it. The others go their separate ways in silence, normal jobs abandoned in favour of refusing to be in the same room as one another for the rest of the week.

anonymous asked:

Are your faces getting longer? Do you think it's because of all the Voltron?

it’s my attempt at trying 2 draw better faces but also i love blaming things on voltron so yeah i blame all the sharp fucking chins in voltron


a Nyota/T’Pring Starfleet academy au for my college au section of bingo (cause starfleet is the college of their universe, right?) also here on ao3


When Nyota first heard that her roommate at the academy was going to be a Vulcan she’d been both excited and worried; most of her worry came only from not wanting to make the wrong impression and cause a cultural mishap.

She perhaps should have been worried about something else, like the sudden strong attraction that came when she opened her dorm room door to see T’Pring for the first time.

“Greetings.” T’Pring inclined her head, the braid that adorned the lower half of her complicated hairstyle fell to the side. “My name is T’Pring.”

Nyota smiled brightly and issued the standard ta’al sign and tried her own greeting and introduction in the Vulcan language.

“You know Vulcan.” T’Pring raised an eyebrow coolly in what Nyota liked to assume could have been either surprise or mildly impressed, “I presume that is why they have roomed us together.”

“Seems logical.” She was joking but T’Pring didn’t catch that, nodding her head again and turning away from Nyota.

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anonymous asked:

also!!!!! they all talk in a groupchat in the morning and just get ready together like.. "hey kev does my hair look good??" "yes arch it's a masterpiece also jug wow love that skirt, you look cute today." "v, your cat eyes aren't sharp enough, they don't capture your badassness enough" "oh, thanks betsy, love u baby",, god i love them 🌻

Jug: Archie stretched out my tights
Kev: How could you!!
Archie: He kept saying how comfy they were and he gave me permission to try them on!!
Ron: If you gave permission it’s on you Jug
Jug: Why would I give him permission??
Archie: You did because you love me
Betty: He’s got you there.
Jug: the point is!! They’re stretched and my outfit is ruined
Kev: shit that is bad
Ron: I got you.
Jug: Stop giving me clothes!!!
Ron: But you want these tights, dude
Jug: ……. Yeah I do
Ron: 😘
Jug: Shut up