and i felt like photoshopping about it


The Passion of Joan of Arc, Carl Theodor Dryer, 1928

from “Nay Rather” by Anne Carson:

There is something maddeningly attractive about the untranslatable, about a word that goes silent in transit. I want to explore some examples of this attraction, at its most maddened, from the trial and condemnation of Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc’s history, especially the historical record of her trial, is one fraught with translation at every level. She was captured in battle on 23 May 1430. Her trial lasted from January to May of 1431 and entailed a magistrate’s inquest, six public interrogations, nine private interrogations, an abjuration, a relapse, a relapse trial, and condemnation. Her death by fire took place on 30 May 1431. Thousands of words went back and forth between Joan and her judges during the months of her inquisition; many of them are available to us in some form. But Joan herself was illiterate. She spoke Middle French at her trial, whose minutes were transcribed by a notary and later translated into Latin by one of her judges. This process involved not only the transposition of Joan’s direct responses into indirect speech and of her French idioms into the Latin of judicial protocol, but also the deliberate falsification of some of her answers in such a way as to justify her condemnation (this criminal intervention was revealed at a retrial that took place twenty-five years after her death). Yet these many layers of official distance separating us from what Joan said are just an after-effect of the one big original distance that separates Joan herself from her sentences.

All Joan’s guidance, military and moral, came from a source she called ‘voices’. All the blame of her trial was gathered up in this question, the nature of the voices. She began to hear them when she was twelve years old. They spoke to her from outside, commanding her life and death, her military victories and revolutionary politics, her dress code and heretical beliefs. During the trial Joan’s judges returned again and again to this crux: they insisted on knowing the story of the voices. They wanted her to name, embody, and describe them in ways they could understand, with recognizable religious imagery and emotions, in a conventional narrative that would be susceptible to conventional disproof. They framed this desire in dozens of ways, question after question. They prodded and poked and hemmed her in. Joan despised the line of inquiry and blocked it as long as she could. It seems that for her the voices had no story. They were an experienced fact so large and real it had solidified in her as a sort of sensed abstraction – what Virginia Woolf (in To the Lighthouse) called 'that very jar on the nerves before it had been made anything’. Joan wanted to convey the jar on the nerves without translating it into theological cliché. It is her rage against cliché that draws me to her. A genius is in her rage. We all feel this rage at some level, at some time. The genius answer to it is catastrophe. 
I say catastrophe is an answer because I believe cliché is a question. We resort to cliché because it’s easier than trying to make up something new. Implicit in it is the question, Don’t we already know what we think about this? Don’t we have a formula we use for this? Can’t I just send an electronic greeting card or Photoshop a picture of what it was like rather than trying to come up with an original drawing? During the five months of her trial Joan persistently chose the term 'voice’ to describe how God guided her. She did not spontaneously claim that the voices had bodies, faces, names, smell, warmth or mood, nor that they entered the room by the door, nor that when they left she felt sad. Under the inexorable urging of her inquisitors she gradually added all these details. But the storytelling effort was clearly hateful to her and she threw white paint on it wherever she could, giving them responses like:

…You asked that before. Go look at the record.
…Pass on to the next question, spare me.
…I knew that well enough once but I forget.
…That does not touch your process.
…Ask me next Saturday.

And on 22 February 1430, when the judges were pressing her to define the voices as singular or plural, she most wonderfully said (as a sort of summary of the problem):

The light comes in the name of the voice (in nomine vocis venit claritas).

The light comes in the name of the voice is a sentence that stops itself. Its components are simple yet it stays foreign, we cannot own it. Like Homer’s untranslatable molu it seems to come from somewhere else and it brings a whiff of immortality with it.

Very quick JB. It’s so weird to draw digitally again, it feels like computer is resisting every of my moves and commands, and constantly double-clicking, ugh. Was it always like that? I don’t remember.

Anyway, did it because I was using someone else’s drawing of JB as screen saver in phone… but always felt bad about it. Have to say tho, other person’s placing of character was so much better, and mine kinda blends with icons :/

Not happy.


ciel-bandomhive - I hope you like it, I don’t know if it’s exactly like you wanted :)

Daddy Jinxx (Jinxx - Black Veil Brides) (Smut)

Word Count: 980


You couldn’t believe what you were seeing on social media, your boyfriend Jinxx grinding on multiple girls in a club. You were meant to go with him and the guys tonight but you wanted to give them some celebration time because they’d just wrapped up another album. This kind of thing happened all the time and you normally left it alone, but tonight was the final straw.

“Baby girl I’m home.”

Jinxx walks into the apartment you share and slams the door behind him; you weren’t in a baby girl mood tonight. You stood up and storm towards him with your arms folded across your chest.

“Don’t baby girl me Jinxx. I saw the pictures of you all over other girls tonight, I’ve had enough so why don’t you go and find one of those sluts to call baby girl.”

You storm past him towards the bedroom. You pull off the sweats and t-shirt you were wearing and walk over to your dresser to grab a pair a shorts and a baggy tank to sleep in. You don’t hear the bedroom door open as you throw the pair of shorts onto the bed.

“Did you just raise your voice at me baby girl?”

You jump as Jinxx grabs your waist roughly from behind and you feel his bulge press against you through his pants, of course he was horny at a time like this. You roll your eyes and turn around trying to push him off you but his eyes roam your naked body.

“I’m not in the mood Jinxx. I just want to sleep and we can talk about this in the morning.”

Something dark flashes behind his eyes sending a shiver down your spine as he smirks.

“I think you are y/n.”

He smirks as his fingers start to caress and circle your clit; you bite your lip to suppress a moan. Your body betrays you as you feel yourself become wet at his touch.

“So wet for your daddy baby girl.”

“Jinxx..stop…I’m angry at you…”

Next thing he pulls his fingers away and you find your body flipped so that you’re pressed against the dresser, your breasts squished together and a metal drawer handle touches your already wet clit sending another shiver down your spine. You know what’s coming next so you grip your hands on either end of the dresser. Jinxx tuts behind you.

“Someone’s being a naughty girl tonight; three times you’ve called me Jinxx when you know to call me daddy. My baby girl needs to be punished.”

You feel his hand come down hard across your cheeks; you jump slightly as the metal handle pushes more against your clit making you moan out loud. Jinxx pulls the back of your hair forcing your head upwards so your eyes meet.

“Say my name baby girl.”

He slaps you again.


A third slap comes this time more roughly.

“You try my patience baby girl, say my name.”

He tugs more on your hair as a fourth slap comes and you break.

“Daddy…daddy daddy…that’s your fucking name…”

Behind you he chuckles and releases your hair. You hear his zip open and your throbbing clit knows what comes next.

“Get in position baby girl.”

He presses a single kiss on your throat below the jugular, his voice husky and deep. You run to the bed after squirming free from his grasp. You lie back on the sheets and open your legs for Jinxx. Some people thought it was odd that the two of you had a mirror above your bed but Jinxx liked you to be able to watch as he fucked you, which turned on the both of you.

He removes his pants and shirt and stands at the foot of the bed staring down at you as lust fills his eyes and he drinks your body in.

“Fuck you’re beautiful baby girl.”

You bite your lip and smirk.

“And wet for you daddy. Please fuck me daddy.”

Jinxx doesn’t need an invite to crawl onto the bed so that he’s on top of you within seconds. Without warning he thrusts inside you and you let out a little yelp before running your fingers down the length of his back as he gets into a rhythm.

“You’re such a good girl for daddy.”

He swiftly finds your G-Spot and thrusts in and out quickly working you up. You dig your nails into his skin and scream.


Jinxx thrusts faster extracting moan after moan from your lips as you feel a warmth rise in your lower half.



You feel your body twitch as you both release at the same time. Jinxx collapses on top of you and you run your fingers through his hair.

“That wasn’t me in those pictures y/n. You can ask the guys, they love you and would kill me if I ever cheated on you.”

You sigh as Jinxx looks up at you, you knew the guys wouldn’t cover for him and the fans and media did like to photoshop images every now and then in hopes of breaking you up. You felt bad for overreacting earlier.

“I know you wouldn’t cheat on me Jinxx. But sometimes the fans get to me. But if it means rough daddy sex you should ‘fake’ cheat more often.”

Jinxx laughs and rolls off you; he rests your head on his chest and starts to play with your hair.

“You should disobey me more often y/n.”

You smirk and crawl on top of him so that you’re straddling his waist.

“That can be arranged. How about round two daddy Jinxx?”

“Fuck y/n you’re one of a kind.”

You cut him off with a kiss, as much as he liked dominating you it always turned him on when you topped. You had an odd but beautiful relationship.


You were the weird girl in high school, the 5 year reunion was a disaster, and now it’s your ten year high school reunion. You planned on not going, but Pietro, your best friend, isn’t going to let you miss it and surprise your former classmates. At first he was just going to be your date, but now you’re pretending you’re happily married and have a kid, and you’re both enjoying your classmate’s dumbfounded faces. Only problem is, now you wish it were true.

Warning: sexual references/situations, language

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Words:  4,116

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I Didn’t Have A Damn Choice

((A/N: So I’ve had a few drinks and I wrote this thing. I don’t hate it. I kind of like it. It’s got some serious Winchester mojo going on and who doesn’t like that? And as we know… death never stopped a Winchester.

Warnings: Language. Death.

Word Count: 2010

note: gif is not mine. ))

“C’mon, don’t you die on me, Y/N!” Dean was hovered over you, alternating between chest compressions, as you lay, lifeless. He was frantic, green eyes wide with fear and fright, leaning down to breathe into you, attempting to force life into what was appearing to be less and less hopeful as each second ticked by.

Sam watched, desperate. The hunt was supposed to be easy. Quick. It was the three of you and you had even waved it off as being more than simple. Werewolves had thick skulls, you had boasted, and you had sharp knives and speedy bullets. Dean had said you were cute and to stop it or else he’d throw up. Sam had agreed.

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Genyatta week - day 6 (Winter)

Sorry that I skipped the last two days but Photoshop gave me some issues lately… >=0

Anyway! I feel way better now and I have already planned something nice for tomorrow. Hope you will like it ^^

BTW, have a nice day <3

schijtkind  asked:


orange: what makes you feel warm inside?

When I’m feeling really sad and Emanuel tries to comfort me. Even if it doesn’t work right away, I like that someone makes the effort.

what’s your favorite halloween tradition?

Sitting around doing nothing for virtually the entire day and only until it gets to an ungodly hour in the evening do I decide to watch a shitty horror and stuff my face with unreasonable amounts of candy.

what’s the last thing you learned?

How to do that one thing in photoshop where you can give a figure a fancy border properly like so —

See that white outline?


when’s the last time you felt obsessed? —

I mean, I’m obsessed about dogs all the time, bruh.

what’s your favorite article of clothing? —

This T-shirt I have from UNIQLO because I love sanrio stuff so much.

anonymous asked:

idk if you know anything about this but what was the whole deal with misha retweeting (posting?) a manip of jensen naked? like, i saw that on his twitter yesterday and stuff but like? what's the deal? did he say anything about it other than he was embarrassed?

Yesterday, on March 28, after posting a picture of himself supposedly from ‘92, Misha asked his fans to post pictures of themselves from that year. Some people posted joke replies, including @ThankzPete, who posted a manip (a faked picture) of Jensen with the caption “I looked like this”:

The picture, which is a very well-done fake, has young Jensen’s face photoshopped on an actor wearing a lime-green tanktop and lifting it up to show his chest/nipple area, and though his genitals aren’t visible, he’s clearly not wearing pants. 

Misha retweeted it apparently without noticing the pantslessness. He talked about this at the convention, but I haven’t seen video of it yet. He said that he only noticed when Rob Benedict told him about it, and then he felt mortified and deleted his retweet, which is now missing from his timeline. 

A fan asked Jared and Jensen about it during the panel, and he apparently hadn’t seen it until then. Here’s video of his reaction to it. He said, “I apologize for Misha. You know what’s funny, though, his manips are getting better.”  

Edit: Here’s a short video of Misha talking about the picture. And much clearer video of Jensen talking about it (starts at 17 minutes in). Jared actually brought it up, not a fan.


Illustration guru Shannon Wright is currently working on a comic project, a poster project with friends, and editorial work (like the image above done for INK Magazine). We’re grateful she had a free moment to chat with Muse’s Milk!

“Even growing up in a Christian household, I brought scraps of paper or composition notebooks to church to keep myself occupied. But it was like a game of trying not to get caught due to the fact my Grandpa was the pastor. So yeah, as far as I know, I’ve been drawing since I was a little girl.”

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Week 6 Studio Tutorial

This week i had quite some difficulty with using photoshop, i found the instructions quite vague, this could be due to the outdated version used in the instructions. I also have not used photoshop like this before so i found it quite overwhelming, not as intuitive as it could have been and thus frustrating. Even the tutorials online were on PC and different layouts. By the end of the exercise i found it relatively easy to get around. 

What i did like about the program is its flexibility once knowing how to use it, the abilities of this program seem endless. I also had trouble with getting the chrome and shiny surface, its still not perfect but much better than previous attempts. Next time i would probably attempt to do something much simpler that gains a good understanding of the tools and the program before attempting the task again. 

Most importantly what i felt like i learned was a crash course on photoshop layering and masking, the shading and edging was interesting, different ways to make edges “pop” and more defined rather than adding a thicker line. 

Interview: Erin

Today we’re joined by Erin. Erin is a fantastically talented visual artist who specializes in traditional mediums. Her attention to detail is absolutely amazing and the pictures she sent to go with her interview show that she has an incredible eye. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.


Please, tell us about your art.

I do mainly traditional work with pencils and fine tip felt pens. I haven’t done much digital work recently, but I really enjoy working in Photoshop when I have the time. Overall, I like working small and packing detail into whatever I’m drawing.

What inspires you?

Since starting a fine arts degree in August, I’m finding that seeing people around my own age working hard in their own styles and making incredible work is very inspiring. We all push each other to do our best work, and it really shows when it comes to final critiques. Professionally, I’d say artists who work on large-scale movies inspire me, as that’s what I’d like my career to turn into one day. The Lord of the Rings trilogy was what first inspired me to become serious about art.

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

Watching the special features for movie franchises like the Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter really got me interested in a career in art. Whenever I see a film I love, I immediately run out and buy the art book and absorb all I can from them! I’ve always been creative, and I’ve been drawing since I was little, so a career in art was always where I was headed. Even though I still have a long ways to go, seeing my own improvement keeps me passionate.

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

Not really. In some of my digital pieces that aren’t watermarked, I hide my initials very subtly all over the place.

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Whatever your chosen medium is, do it a lot! Even if you think what you do isn’t the best, the only way to get better is to make mistakes and try again. That being the most important factor, try to also keep inspired by the people around you. Keep a folder full of pieces and artists that you look up to, and don’t be scared to emulate the parts of their work you like. See a colour palette you like? Try it out! Like how somebody draws eyes? Try drawing that way! Eventually you’ll arrive at your own unique style that feels natural to you.


Where on the spectrum do you identify?

Right now I’d place myself as heteroromantic, sex-repulsed asexual.

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

The people in the field who know my orientation have either been nonchalant or politely curious. I’ve had a few classmates even approach me privately during after-hours studio time to ask questions. It was a little nerve-wracking to be honest, but it’s been very encouraging to have encountered such a positive reception. I’ve had very negative receptions outside the field, and the way I’ve dealt with that is to acknowledge that we’re a small, fairly unknown community, so getting confusion or seemingly rude remarks from people is to be expected. Take people’s words with a grain of salt, and encourage them to do their own research.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

Probably that it just means a person’s shy, or naïve about sexual relationships. For me, sex-repulsion happens totally separate from my feelings about a person. I could have a sexual relationship if I wanted, but I’m just not in tune with people feeling sexually towards me, because it’s not something I understand or can reciprocate. I had to end my last relationship because I thought I was just ‘too shy’, even though the anxiety I was having over things as little as kissing was part of my asexuality (though I didn’t know it yet).

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

Don’t feel like you have to nail what you’re feeling down to a bunch of labels, because chances are, none of them will fit perfectly. It’s important to not try and define yourself right now, especially if you’re younger. Things could change for you, so just take yourself one day at a time and find people who will be there for your ups and downs. Following blogs like this one that shines a positive light on the community is a good step towards being okay with yourself. Chin up, kiddos!

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

My Tumblr art blog is neon-biology, and if you like daily updates and doodles, I post tons of stuff to my Instagram, aberrantbiology.

Thank you, Erin, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

I’ve been meaning to make one of these ever since I had 600 followers, but I ended up postponing it and HERE I AM POSTING IT NOW.
First of all, I would really like to thank you all for following me. I never thought I would reach this number and here I am today!
You guys make tumblr an amazing place for me. I’ve met many awesome people and I learned so much on here. I can’t thank you enough. For a long time I have been searching for a place where I felt like I belonged to, and this is the place that made me feel at home. I am grateful to all of you.

Special thanks to yunalesca for helping me out with the image (because idk shit about photoshop but now I do), and thank you for being an awesome friend.

Here is a list of people who will forever be in my heart.
I may have forgotten some of you, and I’m really sorry if it’s the case i just follow way too many people

#-C: 3wayfinders aeroas afantasybasedonreality aizy-boy, asexualroxas
belovedroxas, caerberus, cloaked–schemer, chocobomausi, cassieflyhigh, curagaa

D-G: decisive-pumpkin, destinysembrace-oblivion, dearlybelovedzack, enoughaboutsora, exploringcastleoblivion, excusemewhileiplaykh, epfox eventshorizon, everyusernameistakensoyeah, gayeyebrow, gummiblock, ghostmarch, greekeycoo

H-K: hieitan, hedevimaiyya, hehaihohum, heartdrives, inside-the-mountain, kayzokudarkarts, kingdomheartsnyctophiliac,khvanitas
khventus, kingdom-stop-breaking-my-hearts, kyokkoeos, kingsaix, kingdomsanctuary, keytothetriforce, kiainakika, kingdom-kokoros, kingdomofthefractured, khpalooza, kh-terra keytotruth

L-P: ladykao, limitforms, lovethedancingflames, mickeyblades, masterxaqua, memories-of-rokushi, noah-hebri, oathkeepers-in-oblivion, our-hearts-are-connected, pkmndaisuki, prompto, paopu-wayfinder, paopuofdestiny, projectdestati, phoenixdowns, paopufruiit, purple-ascots, princesoraxiv

Q-S: queenofbaws, queenxemnas, roxaswearspants renderedkeys, roxasthatisastick, roxas-has-the-stick, raklahris, red-rose-angel, rakatakat, refleja, radiantgarden, seasaltandcastles, soraspromise,scrying-phantom,storm–fall, stormcrests, seasaltmemories, scottyyy77, skysailz, skypillar, sassmasteraqua, seashell-hearts, sharingthesamesky, shinqe, spirit-queenie  

T-Y: twilightown, thalassashells, thetwilightroadtonightfall, there-is-a-sora, thalassa-charms, thefantasyhasnolimits, terrasnort, tiiifa, thedawnslayer, vii-lights, vanikey, vanillavanitas, wayfinderventus, wingblade, xxprincesskai, xarzeus, xioned, xprince-ventus yunalesca

I saw some logo mashups for other ships going around but didn’t see one for ColdAtom so I made one out of spite because I felt inspired. :D

As with all my edits/gifs, feel free to use!

nervous-cactus-deactivated20160  asked:

How did you improve so much so quickly

Originally posted by but-i-can-pretend

I’m actually happy to share my experience about that.  Hold on to your seats, it might get long.

I’ve been slowly coming out of one of the worst art blocks of my life.  It felt like I couldn’t draw ANYTHING, and it lasted the better part of two years.  Everything I drew looked wrong.  I hated everything that I even attempted to draw, so I just… didn’t draw.  There is hardly any art that came out of those two years.

Earlier this spring my younger sister came over to visit from out of state.  We’re very close.  When we were younger, we loved making up OCs.  We would draw for hours at a time, just listening to music, coming up with backstories and personalities, laughing and just being adorable geek siblings.  We had SO MANY OCs, we kept meticulously organized in two giant binders.  (There’s a point to this, bear with me XD)

My sister and I are both adults now, but when you get us together we turn back into giggling teenagers, just being dorks and making inside jokes all the time.  I even got out my sketchbook this time around so we could reminisce and draw our old OCs, just like we always did. 

Something just clicked in my brain.  Suddenly, drawing was easy again.  Not “easy” as in I was suddenly better and everything looked exactly how I wanted it to look, but “easy” in that I didn’t have to think about getting up the motivation to do it. My sister had no high expectations, I was just doodling.  I wasn’t pressured to please anybody, it was just for kicks and giggles. 

I visited my old Pinterest board with reference pictures and started trying to do new poses and facial expressions. I experimented with different styles. Eventually I felt like joining an online community again. Tumblr seemed like a natural choice for a millenial like me. 

Suddenly I had an insatiable desire to draw.  Maybe it’s my brain making up for lost time.  I started reading and watching tutorials about Photoshop techniques, anatomy, coloring, etc.

The funny thing about wanting to draw all the time is that you get A LOT of practice, and you slowly get better.  I’ve been drawing A LOT over the past few months.  I don’t post everything that I draw, not by a long shot.  I have so many ideas in my brain of things I want to draw it makes me want to explode because I don’t have nearly enough free time as I’d like to just sit and draw (thanks, adulthood XD). 

If you’ve stuck with me for the whole tale, I appreciate it.  Have some cookies!  🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

TL;DR:  I’ve suddenly started loving to draw again after years of art block, and practice means improvement.

Finally!! I got this out for @moosoppart! It actually got me back into drawing again which was nice, I felt the inspiration like, “Kurt plays rugby!? OOO! I get to look at some nice reference photos! Alright!” 
I’ve drawn him more or less what I think he’d look like in college, so I don’t know if the mustache was there or not. 

Posting twice in one day…holy crap! I rarely take digital work all the way to completion because I usually just use it to make color roughs. I have issues with brushes and making digital work not look so…digital. But I felt like mucking about with photoshop to try painting in it again because it is just SO much faster than painting by hand. :P So I made a weird little pinup girl. Not sure what I think of it, really. Digital is weird.