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5 graphic novels new this week

CLUELESS: Senior Year

Your favorite girls from Beverly Hills are back in an all-new adventure! It’s senior year and Cher, Dionne, and Tai find themselves in a bit of a crisis of self… Where are they meant to go, and what are they meant to DO after high school? Luckily they have all year—and each other’s help—to figure it out!

ATOMIC ROBO

Tesladyne is seized by a top secret government agency and transformed into Task Force ULTRA to bring global super science firms under the direct control of Majestic 12. Robo’s missing and rogue Action Scientists of Tesladyne have gone underground to hunt him down.

Oh, and giant monsters from the sea are threatening to consume all life on Earth. Sure was a nice planet we had for a while there!

JIM HENSON’S THE STORYTELLER: Giants

The critically acclaimed Jim Henson’s The Storyteller: Giants includes four mythic tales of when giants roamed the Earth, inspired by folklore from around the world and told in the spirit of Jim Henson’s beloved television series. Includes exclusive behind-the-scenes art and more! Collects the complete limited series.

SNOWFALL

Writer JOE HARRIS (The X-Files) and artist MARTÍN MORAZZO (Vertigo Quarterly), creators of GREAT PACIFIC, reunite for a brand new science fiction series.

In the year 2045, it no longer snows following a crash that left the climate ravaged, society splintered, and the newly christened “Cooperative States of America” propped up and administered by the powerful Hazeltyne Corporation. Only one man wages an all-out weather war against the system, wielding the forces of nature themselves as weapons. He’s the White Wizard. The Ghost in the Night. Genius. Terrorist. Outlaw. Hero?

THE LADIES-IN-WAITING

In 1656, Diego Velázquez, leading figure in the Spanish Golden Age of painting, created one of the most enigmatic works in the history of art: Las Meninas (The Ladies-in-Waiting). This graphic novel, written and drawn by two of Spain’s most sophisticated comics creators, examines its legacy as one of the first paintings to explore the relationship among the viewer, reality, and unreality. (It guest stars Cano, Salvador Dalí, Zurbarán, and many others.) Olivares’s art moves from clear line to expressionistic; from pen nib to brush stokes; from one color palette to another, as The Ladies-in-Waiting uses fiction to explore the ties among artists and patrons, the past and the present, institutions and audiences, creators and creativity.

Human Canvas // Lee Donghyuck
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A/N: this is the first request ive ever gotten and may i just say,,,,, HOLY SHIT I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I GOT THIS. So thank you for requesting♥♥♥♥ Same thing,,, i will have a story version up soon on the other blog!! Also. I am so fucking dead, school has been HOOOOOOOKAY. I’ve be getting so much homework and it’s really stressing me out,,,, and i have like no time to write :((( but anyways I hope you like this cute little haechen au ;33

pairing: haechan x artist!reader

genre: fluffy fluffy fluff fluff

warnings/notes: some language??? that’s a constant i guess

word count: 1223

side note: i really want to write gender nerutral scenarios, i tried in this one but i ended up scrapping it beacuse it turned out really stupid, i’m going to practice for sure though! the paintings at the top are mine, the picture of donghyuck isn’t though so cred to where i came from

OH and Y/I means your initials :))

(i didn’t proof read bc im busy so im sorry for spelling errors and such)

Theme/Summary:

  • high school!au
  • soulmate!au
  • every brush stoke you made would show up on his skin
  • this is like a one sided soulmate thing
  • because you don’t get any soulmate mark things
  • it’ll make more sense once we’re in and shit

so let’s gooooo


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starry sky tutorial bc i’m bored and can’t sleep

this is going to be a long post btw. I just draw backrounds too often and wanted to make use out of one.

first of all, you should use the full version of paint tool sai  i don’t remember how limited the trial was

lower the density on the brush tool and stoke sevral large smudges preferably blue and purple colors. 

go over those strokes with a few other colors  try to mix black in until everything looks blurred and smudged

it should look like this or similar

now add a layer and poke a bunch of dots all over for stars in pen or airbrush. this takes a long time but it should look like stars

use varying densities, and change how hard the brush is every so often. use colors such as light pinks,blues and yellows  add in some stray strokes if you want

now make a new layer and do the same you did with the first. just with smaller brushes and more pastel colors

it should look like this after a minute a two. 

stretch it out and put it on luminosity or lumi and shade depending on what mood you’re setting (top left corner under paints effect)

add some random stars and sparkles if you want and that’s pretty much it!

I was just tired but wanted to to a short tutorial so I hope this can be helpful!

Art of Pleasure

Genre: Fluffy Smut

Word Count: 1,359

Waking up to your boyfriend was always a pleasure, but leaving him was torture; especially when you had to spend his days off on campus working. It was your fourth year as a Fine Arts major and you had to complete an Honour’s project before the end of term. Not wanting to fall behind, you dedicated every Saturday to being in the studio, working from dawn till dusk. Unfortunately, Changkyun had chosen the weekend to surprise you by coming for a visit, throwing off your schedule.  However, since he was tired from traveling and would probably sleep until lunch anyway ,you leave a note and sneak out of the apartment.

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For Day 2 of @juminzenweek : Ribbons/Mirrors. Kinda dirty. Not sorry. LOL.

For once in his life, Zen is embarrassed of the reflection he sees in the mirror.

Embarrassed and captivated.

His cheeks are flushed, his shoulders too. The pale arch of his back would be another embarrassment if The slender fingers of one of Jumin’s hands weren’t wrapped around his hips, holding him as he moved against him, within in.

The sight alone sends a shudder of pleasure down his spine. He turns his head away, blinks past the stars at the edge of his vision to see the red ribbon from the box Jumin had given him earlier. The silken thread had held the box together so nicely and now it hung down both their wrists, tied snugly to keep them together.

“My special gift,” Jumin had whispered against the shell of Zen’s ear. And Zen hadn’t pulled away because he was waiting all night for it. Through the subtle touches, barely a brush of skin that stoked the fire in his soul.

“Hyun,” Jumin husks against his upper back, peppering kisses along his shoulder blades. “Don’t you dare take your eyes away from that mirror.” He slides his free hand up the side of Zen’s body to turn his face toward the mirror. “You are truly a sight to see.”

Zen shudders. He can’t watch himself, not when Jumin’s bare body moves in that powerful, seductive way. It’s a rare moment in time when Zen can’t even appreciate his own reflection.

“Dammit…” he groans, pushing back against Jumin. He’s going to smash that mirror next chance he gets, his luck be damned.

Teaching Myself to Draw: August 26, 2017

I finally got around to painting the sketch I did the other day. I wanted to try a less realistic and more brush-y style. Believe it or not, but this was actually much more difficult for me than the more detailed portraits I typically do. I love more simplified and less detailed paintings (the ones that looks somewhere between a sketch and a painting, and let the unblened brush stokes lend character to the piece) when I see other artists do them, but have trouble producing them myself.

I’m moderately happy with how this piece turned out. I over blended the skin and the hair color could use some work (I don’t think it goes with the other colors as well as it could). I also forgot to add some light reflection in the eyes. But all in all it turned out pretty good. And I’m proud of myself for doing all the painting in one session (I forgot to check my start and stop times, but I think it took me around 2.5 hours). I will probably try some more of this style in the near future, since I’d like to see where I can take it and it’s better for my summer schedule (which seems to consist of a lot of days off of arting, unfortunately).

Animated Comic GIF [Mistress’ Tutorials]

Requested by @enygmass

There are LOTS of things you can do with comic panels, such as adding in a glow, animations, or you can even create memes. However, for the sake of this tutorial let’s keep it simple. (Feel free to request something more complex if you would like to see it!)

This is really image/gif heavy, please click the read more!


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Dark (J-Hope Smut)

*What is this??*

-Requests Closed-

Word Count: 1193 words


“Now, everyone picture a serene place. A place where you feel calm and relaxed, your happy place.”

You told your instructor words, mixing paint for your blank canvas. You enrolled in this class a few months ago, needing something to get you out the house beside work and school. Once you saw the flyer, you were instantly hooked on this class.

The class was lovely, everyone was so easy to talk to. Except a certain someone.

Jung Hoseok.

You liked the way his name rolled off the tongue, he was different. Whenever you try and talk to him, he would make up excuses to get out of it.

From having to help his grandmother dig her grave to taking his turtle to the park, you weren’t dumb enough to not notice when someone didn’t like you.

You still smiled at him, only saying hello but stopping yourself from trying to start a conversation. The canvas began to take the shape of your imagination.

“Y/N, amazing as always.”

“Thank you, sir.” You continued painting your scene, taking your time with every brush stoke and fine detail. The class time seemed to fly by you and your teacher left, knowing you would lock the door. You focused solely on the canvas at hand, wanting to perfect the image you had in your head. Thinking that everything had left, you didn’t notice Hoseok watching you immerse yourself into your artwork.

“Y/N.” His voice scared you, making you almost drop your palette. You thought everyone left, what was he still doing here?

“Hoseok, you scared me.”

“I wanted to talk to you..” He wanted to what? He avoided you like the plague for the longest time, what is with the change of heart?

“Sure, what’s going on?”

“I really like you..your p-paintings I-I mean.”

“Thanks…” You tucked a stray hair behind your hair, looking down. You weren’t one to take compliments well, worried that you would stumble over your words. It got silent after that, both of you not knowing what to say next. You finally gather up your thoughts, ready to speak when the lights went out.

You hated the dark. It took you back to when you were a kid and your older siblings would lock you in the dark cellar when you wouldn’t do they wanted. Even now that you were older, you still hated the dark. You got on the ground, crawling towards Hoseok and resting your head against his back.

“Y-Y/N..!” The room wasn’t dark enough that you could still make out outlines but you still couldn’t manage.

“I don’t like the dark.” You whispered into his shirt, clinging onto the fabric tight and pressing your body against him for comfort. He pulled away from you, you reaching out for him until he pulled you in his arms.

“Damn it, Y/N.”

“Hoseok.”

“I like you, Y/N. I know you think I don’t like you but I just don’t know how to talk to girls, especially ones as pretty as you..”

“H-Hoseok..” You felt his thumb run over your lips before he kissed you. His lips were delectable, making you want more. You felt his hand slip down your body, squeezing your waist and you gasp.

“Nghh..” His lips traced its way down your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin. You bit your lip, containing the moans that were ready to rise out of you.

His hands roamed all over your body, you wanting to feel his fingertips against your bare skin. You press your hand against his chest, balling gusts of his shirts and he pulled back.

He took off his shirt, letting you touch him and your hand moved down to his his belt. He lifted your shirt up, and pulled down your bra. You hissed when you felt his tongue on your nipple.

You moaned his name while his fingers twisted and pinched your nipples, he left sloppy kisses to your jaw. His hands slip between your legs, teasing your pussy and you nuzzled your head into his neck. You bit into him, forming a hickey while he slipped your panties down your legs.

You didn’t know he moved until you felt his hands spreading your legs for him. His nose tickled against you and you shuddered. You felt his fingers stroke you before he pushed them inside you.

“You’re so tight, baby.”

“H-Hoseok.”

“Say it louder.”

“H-Hoseok-ah..!” His pacing was quick, plenty of friction was created inside you and the thought alone was bringing you closer to the edge. Your hands tousle his hair, grasping at the strands while he continued to finger you.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” He whispered in your ear, you could sense a playful smirk was dancing on his lips and he removed his fingers.

He purposely let you hear him suck his finger clean, savouring the taste of you before you heard a zip.

Your hands reached to touch him, his hand guiding you and you slowly pumped him. His groans were foreign to your ears but you wanted to hear more. You lowered your head, getting close enough to lick the tip. He immediately put his hand in your hair, wanting to feel more than just your tongue.

You began sucking the tip, tasting the precum on your tongue before pulling away to lick the shaft. You hadn’t stopped pumping, wanting to bring him close to his climax.

In no time, you had started to take him whole. His tip tickled the back of your throat before you started bobbing your head. You bobbed your head at vigorous pace, feeling your core getting heated and needy.

“Fuck, Y/N.” You could feel him beginning to throb, pulling away before he got up. You watched his figure get atop of the desk and you followed suit. He took off your skirt, wanting to feel your bare butt.

You hovered over him, ready to sink down but he held your hips up and you were getting impatient. He sunk your hips down with no warning, carefully filling you up while your voice cried out.

How he felt in your mouth was different from how he feels inside you. You wiggled your hips and he bounced you. Your mind became a pool of nothing, unable to retain thoughts while you felt him.

Your voice was consisting of moans and whimpers. No words other than profanity and his name and you became incoherent. He groaned in your ear, letting his erogenous sound escape his lips.

The sounds of hard slaps, skin on skin, curse words and the mess of names. You could feel the sweat on your body mocking with his, it only made you want to do on longer.

But your body couldn’t take it. His thrusts were powerful, making you cry out his name until you became undone.

“Shit.”

He pulled out, you getting off him and standing up. The light turned on, letting you see him panting heavily. You slipped on your clothes, shy to talk and he looked at you longingly.

“Y/N.”

“Ah-yes?”

“Same time, tomorrow?”

~Admin Blake

*Requests are open*
Spencer Reid Imagine: I don’t even know who I am without you
Masterlist: x
Warnings: None
Prompt List: x
Send me a prompt and tell me who you would like it with and i’ll do it!

You and Spencer had a friendship made to outlast eternity, it had taken only two years to create however, it would take many centuries to destroy. It started when you joined the B.A.U, Spencer was at first quiet around you, testing the waters a little with a couple jokes, but he was soon to realize, you, like him, were also oddly smart and could burst out unexpected, unimportant and unnecessary facts at the same pace he could, on occasion, even faster. It wasn’t long after that people were assuming you were fixed at the hip as you would never find Spencer without Y/n, Y/n, without Spencer. It was the perfect friendship. However, as soon as you had settled into the role of a best friend, things started to change; more importantly your feelings started to change. 

From the first day, you had had some strange crush on Spencer, I mean how could you possibly not? He had the cutest smile you had ever seen, and every single time you saw it you, yourself, would burst into an equally matching grin, especially when his was aimed towards you. It wasn’t just his was aimed towards you. It wasn’t just that though, it was also his eyes, his mannerisms, his hair; honestly it was everything. But he wasn’t interested in you, you were his friend, and as much as you despised that fact, it was going to be one you needed to accept. Only recently, had this little crush manifest itself into something much more. 

Tonight was a rare occasion in which you had actually managed to get a night off, all of you had, and even though JJ had chosen Henry and Will over you all, and Hotch had rushed home to see Jack, you knew that you, Garcia, Morgan, Prentiss and Reid would have quite a night to remember. You and Prentiss, acting like teenagers (Well, you were only 22, you had an excuse), had decided to get ready together, you both wearing the fanciest clothes, yourself choosing a short black skirt with a print top, and Prentiss chooses something similar. You slipped on a black leather jacket and some black heels, red on the underside, a close shade to your top and before you knew it you were in a taxi on your way to a club Morgan himself picked out. When you walked in it took moments to find Garcia, at one of the tall tables, a drink in each hand for you and Emily, you were used to having eyes on you in a club, especially these ones, that had to a tendency to be full of sleezy guys, but something felt different about the way you were looking at tonight. Perhaps it was to do with the fact that it was Reid staring at you like that, not some random guy looking at you and undressing you with his eyes, this was Reid and he was looking at you differently, it was as if you were a piece of art, and he was noting every fine brush stoke used to create you. As you sat down with your drink, your eyes caught Morgan and Reid sliding through the people each with a drink. You realized then that Spencer was still gazing at you.

He must have been watching you from the moment you walked in, he even positioned himself when talking to Morgan so that he could stare just a little longer. As they walked over and you greeted each other, Reid just offered you a simple ‘hi’ before slinking in inches from your side almost pushing Garcia out of the way a little. Emily started to talk about this guy at the other side of the bar, catching Garcia’s and Morgan’s attention, however Spencer stayed fixated on you. He leaned over cautiously, unbeknownst to the others, as the flashing multi-coloured lights made it incredibly difficult to see subtle things like this.

“You look really pretty tonight, ” he whispered into your ear, the breath of his soft words hitting your cheek. Something felt different when he spoke, it wasn’t the normal way he would compliment you, this was a different Spencer.

“Thanks Spence” you spoke, smiling like a school girl, “It means a lot coming from you” that comment made him smile, and before he could summon another word Garcia leaned across and tapped your hand and signalled towards the bar. Slipping out, Garcia followed behind you, nudging you with her shoulder as you ordered the next round.

“What” you questioned, looking at the smirk on her face, you didn’t need to be a profiler to realise she was up to no good.

“You and Reid, I told you he likes you, he’s just not gonna show it until you give him a little push. Give him a reason to tell you, make him believe it’s now or never.” She saw Morgan walking over to help with the drinks, and knew this would be the optimal time. “Here, see him over there” she pointed to a guy gazing you up and down “Go flirt, watch Reid’s reaction.” she chuckled “Poke the wasps nest” making a prodding motion with her finger.

Slipping away from Garcia you slid down the bar until you were face to face with this stranger, you couldn’t lie he was attractive but he was nothing compared to Spence, Spence was special. After a few minutes of obvious flirting, positioned in direct line of the table the others were at so you could clearly see Spencer watching you with jealousy written across his features, you decided that you had played it up enough, making an excuse and slipping away back to the table; only to find Spencer gone

As you opened your mouth, all three of them looked towards the front door, Garcia giggling as she muttered “he was so jealous, he had to leave out the front” both Emily and Derek chuckled a little too as you made your way through the rest of the people and straight out the door to find a sulking Spencer playing with his watch. Before you could speak, Spencer noticed a figure stood him in front of him and beat you to the first word.

“Go away Morgan” he grumbled, not even bothering to look up, “She’s talking to another guy, she’s supposed to be my best friend and I end up messing it up by falling in love with her and -” you had to stop him, you had heard more than enough, it felt as if your heart was going to burst.Morgan” he grumbled, not even bothering to look up, “She’s talking to another guy, she’s supposed to be my best friend and I end up messing it up by falling in love with her and -” you had to stop him, you had heard more than enough, it felt as if your heart was going to burst.

“And here it was me thinking I’d messed it up with my feelings for you” you beamed, watching as Spencer finally glanced your way, the colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with..colour of his cheeks almost matching the colour of your shirt. It took half a second to plan your next move and yet before you knew it your lips were pressed ever so delicately against his, never had you felt such a natural feeling, it was like this was where you were supposed to be, who you were supposed to be with.

The kiss was quick but needed, and as you pulled away, you glanced up to him and the most childish grin appeared on both of your faces, “What does this mean?” he whispered, pulling you out of his eyes and down to his lips where the words had developed from.

“I don’t know, what do you want it to mean” you grinned and watched him blush once more, “I think we should talk about this, do you wanna go somewhere to do that” , Spencer nodded at you intently, grabbing your hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

“My apartment is only a couple blocks from here, we can talk there if you like” he spoke almost inaudibly, his words hitting you and leaving you to giggle a little.like,” he spoke almost inaudibly, his words hitting you and leaving you to giggle a little.

“So, you kiss me at a club, then invite me back to your apartment Spence” you giggle as he begins to stammer.

“No, no, I-I, I don’t want to sleep with you, no, crap. I m-mean, I do, no, that’s not right , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, , what I mean , , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, , , what I mean is” he sighed, squeezing your hand as he stared into your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that, only like that, I have feelings for you, you are such an important person to me, I want to spend every second of my life by your side, hell y/n, I don’t even know who I am without you, there isn’t a complete me without you by my side”

It was time for a blush to creep upon your face. “Let’s go” you whispered placing a kiss on his cheek.

The Lace Cap (1932). Gari Melchers (American, 1860-1932). Oil on canvas.

The Lace Cap, depicting a Dutch woman reading a letter, was Melchers’ last painting. Even at his age, Melcher maintained his skills, including composition, a full palette of colors, and fine details, even while he employed broad brush stokes and a quick hand.

Latin Jazz, for SoMa week 2015 Day 1: Geeking Out

[Day 1: Latin Jazz] [Day 2: Cocoon] [Day 3: Hella] [Day 4: Too Hot] [Day 5: Purgatory] [Day 6: Undamaged]  [Day 7: A Beat]


The lights dim and submerge them in a hazy shadow of the spotlights pointed at the musicians on the stage who’ve suddenly stilled and solidified in anticipation, hands steadied over their instruments. Beside her, Soul pauses, too. He’d told Maka once that the soundless moments before music starts are like taking in a long breath and waiting for your heart to find its rhythm and balance. Maka had never understood until she had glanced up from her notes at Soul one evening and fell in love with how the muscles in his forearms rippled underneath his skin as he ghosted a melody with his fingers absentmindedly, his eyes rolling across the page of his textbook. His chin had been resting in his palm and he’d been motionless otherwise, a brush stroke of beauty, and she’d been entirely defenseless against the tides of fascination.

It’d been quiet. She’d wanted to hear music. 

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You may not be an artist, but you must pick up ur paintbrush. Create your own palette. You are the painter. You are a victim at school, at home, but now you are in control. And oh, the control you possess.

Paint the sky. you decide whether you want a solemn grey or a boring blue, a formidable crimson or a tranquil mauve. You may make your clouds heavy with moisture and anger, and let them overcome your sky like tyrants. Or you could let them float softly like lost cotton balls, colliding delicately, like the formal hug of a stranger.

The stars r ur companions, don’t overlook their potency to provide you with something u so desperately long for and so easily lose- company.

If you make a mistake while painting, and ur brush stoke is too thick or you leave diminituve paint flecks on your canvas, you decide whether to let it be, cover it up, or elliminate it so that no trace of it is left behind. And please, avoid painting your night sky black- such a colour is but a mere cliched personification of Death himself. Try a very dark blue instead.

Don’t let your fingers tremble as bristles touch canvas. Don’t lose yourself amongst the violent array of colours. You are not an obligate victim of whatever fate decides to throw at you. You have such lovely hands. Use them.

You may not be an artist, but you paint your own sky. Paint it well.

—  something i wrote at 2am

paroxsysm-blog  asked:

i'm new to flash and i was wondering how do you make your brush stokes that natural like in the toon grumps video? all of mine are all big lined, ridged and clunky and do the stupid smoothing thing with smoothing set to 0%! this is in cs6. my tool looked different from yours so i was wondering if you used a certain tool?

Flash brush strokes are relative to what zoom percentage you use, check the percentage of your zoom up the top right of your canvas (underneath the timeline/layers).  If you’re not aware of this, the lines come out inconsistent and hideous.  Just do your roughs however you wish with percentage zoom.. But when it comes to line art I recommend zooming in decently enough and working through your lines at that zoom+brush size across the board.  So in short.. If you have “brush size 2″ and 800% zoom.. That won’t be the same as “brush size 2″ at 200% zoom.. They’re entirely contextual to that.

Drarry Distractions...

I need a fic where Harry & Draco both work for the ministry and its Harrys day off and Kingsley asks Draco to drop some papers off for Harry at Grimauld Place and when Draco floos in Harry is there is a pair of old faded denim jeans and no shirt, sweaty and covered in paint cos hes renovating the old house and hes been busy decorating and Dracos head almost blows off cos oh my god Harry looks so madly hot and sexy and Harry has no clue how fit he looks and apologises for looking “a mess” and offers Draco a cold drink cos he was just about to take a break anyway and they talk for a bit then Harry throws Draco a paint brush and says “while youre here” and Draco wants to watch him work so he agrees even though he has his best robes on but after an hour or so hes stripped down to his shirt with his sleeves rollled up and his buttons open and hes to busy staring at Harrys arse to notice Harry has been glancing at him every 3 seconds watching his arms as he stokes the brush up and down the walls and then one of them jokingly paints the other ones nose cos the tension is killing them and the room is like a sauna from the heat between them and it turns in to a playful paint fight and before they know it oopps theyre naked and having crazy hot sex against the bare walls and theres hand prints in paint all over the walls, the floor, eachother…..

I cant concentrate in work cos this is in my head.

Whether they’re dry, dull, damaged (or all three), beat-up nails are never beyond repair. These souped-up staples nurse them back to health with advanced formulas for every care concern. Think of them as must-haves, mini spa treatments—they nourish, restore, and protect even the most worn-out nails and cuticles. Below are eight ways to neater nails. RENEE TRILIVAS

1. PREP WITH DEBORAH LIPPMANN THE STRIPPER LAVENDER NAIL LACQUER REMOVER
Get a clean slate with this aloe-infused remover. From dense darks to chunky glitters, the hydrating formula wipes away all traces of polish in one swift swipe while leaving behind a calming lavender scent.

2. STRENGTHEN WITH JULEP MIGHTY NAIL & CUTICLE SERUM
Fortify both nails and cuticles with one super-charged serum. These convenient, dial-up pen brushes put on the perfect dose of keratin-building proteins and peptides to treat nails without creating a sticky mess.

3. PRIME WITH FORMULA X FOR SEPHORA CLEANSE – NAIL CLEANSER
Eliminate residue and oil by priming nails with this soothing vitamin E cleanser. With purifying witch hazel, this pre-manicure treatment creates a spotless surface and solid foundation for lacquer to latch onto.

4. CONDITION WITH JULEP OXYGEN NAIL TREATMENT
Harden brittle, peeling nails with this creamy-pink tinted treatment that features a patented Hexanal formulation and anti-aging plant stem cell complex. Brush on the treatment once or twice a week and watch weakened nails transform in no time.

5. BRIGHTEN WITH PERFECT FORMULA PINK GEL COAT
Optically enhance stained, yellowed nails with this protective polish. The protein-packed formula amplifies the nails’ natural rosy glow while making the whites appear whiter.

6. SHINE WITH DEBORAH LIPPMANN GEL LAB
Give dull nails a healthy, gel-like luster without the damage. This two-step manicure kit delivers a super-shiny, longwearing finish—plus, an easy removal that’s gentle on nails.

7. SET WITH JULEP FREEDOM POLYMER TOP COAT
Lock in polish to a smudge-proof finish in five minutes flat. This rock-hard topcoat cures nail color while smoothing uneven brush stokes and application flaws.

8. FINISH WITH FORMULA X FOR SEPHORA DRY – NAIL DRYING SPRAY
Speed up drying time with this easy-to-use spray. After brushing on topcoat, wait one to two minutes, then mist to set color. The powerful formula penetrates all layers of polish—even down to the base coat.

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Deborah Lippmann / The Stripper™ Polish Remover
$19.00

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Julep / Oxygen Nail Treatment
$18.00

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Formula X / Nail Cleanser
$10.50

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Formula X / Nail Drying Spray
$14.00

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Formula X / Top Coat
$10.50

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Sephora Collection / Instant Nail Polish Remover
$9.50

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Julep / Mighty™ Nail & Cuticle Serum
$22.00

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Perfect Formula / Pink Gel Coat
$30.00

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Julep / Freedom™ Polymer Top Coat
$18.00

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Deborah Lippmann / gel lab™
$24.00