So, going by the tags on my recent jump gifsets, the difference between jumps is apparently still a source of great bewilderment for some people. Now I could link you to some excellent posts on the topic, but since I am, as usual, an extra lil piece of dirt with too much work to do and a lifetime’s worth of procrastination, I’ve decided to put together my own layman’s guide to identifying figure skating jumps (stressed on the layman part).
First, here be a flowchart, since everybody loves flowcharts, right?
If the flowchart works as intended and you can now tell the jumps apart, great! If you need a bit more explanation and illustration, read on.
jin: small kisses were being trailed up your neck as jin’s hands caressed your body. slow hands slowly pushed the hem of your tshirt higher and higher and jin gripped onto your hips. “god i love your hips, baby,” he whispered into your ear, “you’re so pretty for me.” a blush crept up your neck as you shook your head, “jin no…” “shush, princess,” jin bit down onto the supple flesh over your hip bone, “don’t finish that thought, you’re gorgeous.” jin used his tongue and his fingers to make sure you knew just how gorgeous you were.
yoongi: yoongi’s sharp thrusts drew out loud moans from your throat as you tightened your arms around his neck. earlier that day, you had been insecure about your body, saying that your thighs were too fat along with your stomach, and yoongi was not standing for it. “you’re fucking gorgeous baby,” a hickey was placed on your neck, “say it.” he growled in a voice that you knew had no room for ‘no’. “i’m gor-,” the next thrust hit the most sensitive spot inside you, “i’m gorgeous,” you moaned. “that’s right, baby,” yoongi said, “my gorgeous babygirl.”
hoseok: “but hoseok,” your voice cracked as you protested his pleas, “this dress makes me look fat.” your face scrunched up in pain as tears flooded your eyes and one slipped down your cheek. “baby.. baby, no,” hoseok shook his head frantically as he came to stand behind you while you were looking at yourself in the floor length mirror. “you’re fucking beautiful,” his arms wrapped around the silk dress and your waist, “i’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you, baby,” he continued. soft hands pulled your arms away from covering your stomach, “i love you, all of you.”
“wow,” you said as you watched the pretty girl on the screen dance with her partner in the cheesy romcom, “she’s really pretty,” you said as you slowly curled in on yourself. “yeah,” namjoon agreed, “but you’re prettier~” he teased as he kissed your cheek and cuddled you closer to his body. “don’t be jealous of her, baby, you’re drop dead fucking gorgeous.” he nibbled on your ear as you giggled, “so pretty, amazing, caring, smart, and beautiful,” he whispered into your ear. “joonieee stoppp,” you laughed as his fingers began to tickle your sides. “see? even your laugh is beautiful, never doubt yourself, princess.”
jimin: the water splashed around your and jimin’s bodies and bubbles fluttered into the air as you squealed, “JIMIN!” jimin’s adorable laugh filled the air as he blew bubbles into your face. “this was supposed to be romantic, park jimin,” you huffed while trying not to laugh yourself. jimin reached forward and pulled your hips to have you sit on top of his thighs. “jimin, don’t, i’m heavy,” you whispered the end as you tried to scoot backward off of his legs. “you are not,” jimin grabbed hard onto your hips and tugged you back onto his lap, “heavy.” you giggled as he started to kiss up your neck, “jiminieee.” “i love you baby, don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect.”
taehyung: your hips swayed to the music as you flipped the pancakes that you were cooking for you and taehyung. turning around, you went to go get the orange juice from the fridge but instead you were met face to face with a grinning taehyung. “don’t let me stop you,” he winked suggestively as he began to sway to the music as well. your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as you remembered you were only in a pair of booty shorts and one of taehyung’s tshirts. “tae, you’re embarrassing me…” you covered your face with your hands. “hush none of that,” he pulled his hands away from your face, “you’re gorgeous,” he planted a kiss on your neck, “gives me something to grab onto yeah?” “KIM TAEHYUNG”
jungkook: sweat poured down your forehead and your back as you tried to keep up with jungkook while learning the dance moves to ‘dope’. you had wanted to dance with jungkook for a long time, to see him dance up close. “i almost have it,” you said as you pushed yourself harder, trying as hard as you could to get the move right. “babe it’s okay,” jungkook said as he walked up to you, taking your hand in his, “this is a hard dance, it took all of us hours to get it right.” you huffed, “i knew, i just want to live up to being the golden maknae’s girlfriend, and it’s kinda hard with all this,” you said gesturing to your body. jungkook growled, “don’t ever think you’re anything less than perfect, baby,” he said, “besides, watching you dance like that is really doing something to me,” he said as he ground his hips onto your backside, “let’s go home, yeah beautiful?”
you’ve vacuumed the scene shop at least three times. there’s somehow more sawdust than before
the director puts you in charge of locking up and turning on the ghost light. you turn on the ghost light and lock up. as you leave the building, you don’t remember whether or not you turned the ghost light on
the arbors in the fly rail clang. there is no one in the show rail
the mannequin has been in the green room for too long. she’s always striking a pose. her hand is on backwards. where is her leg
the hair techs say they’re almost done but they keep brushing and braiding. you didn’t know you had that much hair
the director changes the blocking. the stage manager marks it down. the next day the director forgets the blocking changed. the stage manager looks down at their notes—there was never a blocking change
the lights are focused. everything is still kind of hazy
“sound s, go.” everyone forgets it’s a silent cue. why did we program a silent cue
the mic table isn’t where it should be
the props master is missing. the actors can’t find their props. all the props are missing too
an actor forgets their line. a single audience member claps softly
the asm waits for their cue but all they hear is static. the show closed two days ago
an actor misses their entrance. you can’t find them in the theatre. you check the cast list. they were never in the show
so playing andromeda and drawing kaleans got me thinkin’ on another minor complaint i have about ME and it’s this:
dang they can’t figure out how to make digitigrade legs work on a humanoid character and they end up adding extra joints to the legs to try to make it make sense
like i watched the animation cycle of that angara working out at the resistance camp and when he started doing crunches and his legs made an M shape i was just like smdh
i mean i think they handle it better with the angara since they have those weird little hand-feet (angara are so cute i cannot stand it) but the worst offender is probably the salarians
anyway i love the concept of humanoids with digitigrade legs so here’s some notes about it. it’s not beautifully formatted or anything but maybe it’s helpful!
basically the main thing to get out of your mind is that you’re not going for “backwards knees.” i am sure backwards knees could work and would be an interesting design, but it’s gonna change how this character moves and sits, it’s gonna affect the character’s center-of-gravity, it’s gonna be a much bigger overhaul of the anatomy than creating a digitigrade leg requires.
when you’re thinking of a digitigrade leg as having backwards knees, it’s probably because the joint you’re thinking of as the knee is actually the ankle
both plantigrade and digitigrade legs will have four major points of articulation: the hip the knee the ankle the toes
and a digitigrade leg isn’t a plantigrade leg backwards, but on its tiptoes:
that’s basically all you gotta do! then you exaggerate the effects by changing the proportions of the leg, starting with making the knee-ankle length shorter, and the ankle-toe length longer.
the benefit of drawing digitigrade characters like this is that they can sit in chairs without looking ridiculous!
and finally, if your character doesn’t have paws or hooves or talons, they probably want to wear shoes! hell, even if they do they still might wear shoes. the ground is nasty! think this through and let it be another cool design opportunity. a good place to start if you’re stuck is looking at wedge heels, then drawing them without the heel!
aaaand here’s some aliens
now get outta here and draw some weird-ass legs aight
Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.
So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…
Camping Antics – ArchiexReader! Mini Fic - Part One.
hey guys, so this is going to be an ArchiexReader! mini fanfic, probably with two or three parts! This was a prompt sent in by @sweetvengeancee so hopefully it does it justice haha. Part one is basically setting up the storyline :) If you’d like to be added to the taglist, please hit me up, and also send me some feedback in my ask! :)
Summary: (Y/N) and the others go camping, which leads to Archie and (Y/N) sharing a tent for a night ;)
Warnings: THIS FIC WILL CONTAIN SMUT. There are hints of smut in this part, but please be warned, that the second part will definitely be smutty. Could I say smut any more? Yes, yes I could.
The sky was an inky, midnight blue with tiny pin-pricks of
bright white. The chill in the air was evident by the visible clouds of our
breath that enveloped our faces. We sat around the small campfire that Betty
had expertly lit, and the smell of toasted marshmallows wafted through the air.
There is officially enough cannon material to make a decent stab at what all of Jasper’s markings look like
So I made an as cannon as possible map of them
And it was also a great excuse to draw a hot af Jasp so why not
(If the clothes look bullshat then that’s because they are. I drew her without them at first since Gems don’t have sex parts but I went ahead and covered her anyways and I’m sad)
I got her leg markings backwards and now I can’t freaking edit my post even though I fixed the drawing ;A;
STEAL HIS LUNCH MONEY (standalone picture from this post)
@koryos from what you’ve written about working with flying foxes, they seem the type to bully some poor nerd.
a thing about bats that I completely forgot earlier: not only are their knees backwards, but their whole legs and feet are backwards– gr8 for hanging upside-down from stuff, absolutely terrible for being drawn standing up. Bats, god.
word count: 1.4k warnings: blood mention, violence, swearing, no major sm:h spoilers but it spoils the bank scene. summary: reader is one of peter’s best friends and has so far successfully hidden the fact that she’s a butt-kicking superhero by night until she finds herself fighting side-by-side with spiderman and getting a little injured.
a/n: hi! this is kinda reader-heavy in the beginning but I’m very very new to this + this is my first imagine so please bear with me here! there’s probably going to be part 2. + I’m probably going to post it maybe? i hope you enjoy!
p.s. reader has invisibility powers also i decided that the reader’s alter-ego is ‘ghost’ but feel free to substitute whatever.
You sat on a rooftop overlooking Queens. You’d already donned your black outfit and was now transformed into your alter-ego: Ghost. Your costume was simple and didn’t fully hide your face, but did it well enough that you weren’t easily recognizable. Either way, this wasn’t a massive problem as you could turn invisible at will.
Swinging your legs backwards and forwards, you looked eagerly around to see if there was any trouble. Of course, you didn’t want there to be trouble, but it would certainly make things a little more interesting.
As everything seemed quiet around you, you let your mind wander to lunch earlier that same day.
“It is with great sadness that I must announce that I’m not going to be able to make it to movie night tonight,” You said, taking a bite of your sandwich and resting your elbows on the table, dramatically making a frown face.
Peter looked at you with a look of disbelief, “You? Missing a movie night? Last time I tried to do that, you acted like I committed a crime!” he scoffed, laughing but didn’t seem to mind it, giving you a smile afterwards.
“Why are you ditching anyway?” Ned asked, taking a bite of his chicken nugget.
“Uh- Well- I-” You hesitated for a moment. You gulped and opened you mouth to speak before you were cut off by the school bell. Saved by the bell, you mumbled a quick goodbye before speed-walking to your next class where neither Ned or Peter were—thankfully—in.
You shook yourself out of your thoughts, It hurt you that you couldn’t tell them the real reason you had ditched. You just knew that even if they had supported the idea of you being a superhero, it meant that their safety would be breached.
Admittedly, you hadn’t wanted to skip movie night. However, you knew that criminals don’t exactly stop doing criminal things just so that you could watch a movie or two with your best buds. You couldn’t risk not going out tonight. You had felt it in your bones that something was going to happen tonight, but so far, it seemed your bones were wrong and you wasted a perfectly good night.
You were about to just give up on your ‘bone (rather than gut) feeling’ when you heard a piercing alarm go off from your right. It was a bank. Being robbed. By the Avengers?
Summary: In which Chae Hyungwon gets rough sometimes.
Hyungwon likes routine. He likes constants, things he can count on to be there at the beginning and end of every day. He likes naps during the day where he can feel you snuggling into his neck. He likes cooking Italian lunches with you as you both dance to music, the smell of basil and tomatoes in the warm air. He likes spending Saturday nights with you at home, watching old movies on television, when you tell him that the Bee Movie is a ‘contemporary masterpiece’. He likes the smell that wafts off your body at night when you press close to him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear as you both drift off.