but it's a learning process


yerin and sinb’s waves

Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

You, my friend, are anything but a disappointment. You are not even remotely close to being a ‘failure.’ Everyone makes mistakes and takes wrong turns; its all part of the learning process. We all go through it. Don’t be so hard on yourself, you’re doing just fine.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

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anonymous asked:

Love your gifs! I´m just starting out - any general tipps for giffing Hannibal? Thank you!

Thank you so much!!! One big tip I’d give you is learn how to color balance. 

The thing with hannibal is that there’s this green/yellow tint which is more or less the bane of every hannibal editor. If you’re familiar with giffing then you might already know that there’s an adjustment layer called color balance, but that doesn’t always work, especially in hannibal gifs. There’s two different ways I like to do this:

First method: using curves. Honestly when I learned how to do this it was life changing and I use it to color other shows too. You can either use curves or levels, it’s almost the same thing (I like using levels). Sometimes I can’t get this to work so I use the second way…

Second method: brightening gifs with a divide adjustment layer. That’s the title of the video but it also works as a color corrector. This one takes some practice but it gets you good results.

**remember that I use these methods with other adjustment layers (eg. levels/vibrance/exposure) in these gifs. You don’t have to limit yourself to one adjustment layer to edit**

When you’ve got the basic coloring down you can do colorings like this. These are just gifs from an edit I did yesterday so you can see the progression from no coloring to basic coloring to this kind of coloring. Slightly more editing to do compare to the first step, but it’s possible: 

So experiment with your coloring!! If you already know how to do this, great!! Sometimes I still see hannibal gifs with green tints so I thought this might be helpful. I also see a lot of people go for darker edits, probably because thats easier to work with and it goes with the aesthetic of the show, but I’m just here to say you don’t have to stick to one kind of edit. Hope this somewhat helps and I look forward to seeing your edits :D

led by our beating hearts

   The first time Annabeth Chase meets Percy Jackson is much more anticlimactic than she imagined.

   It’s not that Annabeth spends a lot of time actively thinking about someone she’s never met, but being a student at Pantheon Senior High School means that an active education in the ongoings of people like Percy Jackson’s life is inevitable. That’s mostly due to the nature of the rivalry between their high school and his.

   Olympus is a relatively small town in Virginia, surrounded only by rolling hills that are dotted by small farms and fields. The lack of interesting things to do results in all of the annoying teenagers at her school to fixate on outdoing the students of the only other high school in town. Whether it’s academics, athletics, or school spirit, both schools compete with impossible rigor. Akin to the rivalry between Poseidon and Athena, this one between the Spartans and Gladiators was born of hormonal adolescent egos and mutual loathing.

  Legion High School lies on the west side of town, across the Tiber Creek. The students there are generally more wealthy than the ones at Pantheon which only contributes to the unrest. Annabeth has experienced being caught in the crosshairs of the ill-fated rivalry more times than she can count. Being one of Pine’s star athletes guarantees that her high school uses her as ammunition and bragging grounds every chance she gets. While she has as much- if not more- school spirit as the next girl, she has no desire to participate in the cutthroat barbs and practical jokes that the majority of the student body takes so much joy in. She makes it a point to attend all major school meets and games against Legion, if not for her interest in the sports themselves then for her fascination of how the rivalry makes her already arrogant and hypermasculine peers even more conceited and stupid.

  Her heavy involvement in soccer and track may draw attention, but both schools place a much greater emphasis on basketball and swimming where Percy shines. It’s at these basketball games and swim meets that she glimpses him at first. She always sits at the very top of the bleachers with Reyna so they can make fun of the athletes on both sides and review their schoolwork. Even if she didn’t have to hear the accompanying booing from her side of the gym every time he steps out onto the court or up to the pool, she can begrudgingly admit that he is an incredible athlete. She’s never held a conversation with him, but his jet black hair and deeply tanned skin always stands out.

  Although she doesn’t hate him the way most students do, she maintains a constant state of irritation towards all things Legion related. The way their town is split down the middle based on something as trivial as high school sports is remnant of something out of a medieval storybook written by children. Even the adults tend to promote the rivalry, like steadfastly watching a bunch of teens duke it out over volleyball and math competitions with save them from their boring lives.

  She makes it barely 10 minutes into the school day before she hears someone mention Percy Jackson. She’s at her locker, in the midst of shoving her books in her locker (it’s way too far into the semester for her to still organize her stuff) when one of the designated douchey jocks starts loudly ranting about the previous night’s basketball events. Apparently, there was a scrimmage and “that a-hole jackson kid” managed to pull the score into a tie during the last minute. The buzz continues throughout her school day, and even her normally sensible friends think that it’s fascinating how much Legion’s subpar team has improved.

  A couple hours later, Annabeth is making a pit stop at her neighborhood’s Stop and Shop on the way to movie night at Piper’s house. She relaxes at the familiar clattering of wind chimes as she yanks open the door, and mutters a quick greeting to Chiron, the owner. Chiron’s has always been one of her favorite places in town. It’s owner is an old family friend who taught her how to deal with her dyslexia when she was younger. He’s always been a mentor and father figure to her, and she picks up shifts at the store on weekends.

  The store itself has this soothing atmosphere that never fails her. The floorboards creak when she steps across them, and the Frank Sinatra poster that’s tacked to the wall by the door is on the verge of falling off but somehow the building still exudes comfort. She knows every inch of it from elementary school days spent curled up in the big vintage armchair in the corner so she could escape her parent’s fighting.

  That’s partially why seeing Percy Jackson in the snacks aisle is so surprising. It’s not that people from Legion aren’t allowed on this side of town, but they aren’t exactly expected. Percy Jackson with his shock of black hair and sea green eyes is utterly recognizable- not to mention that he’s wearing a purple hoodie with the words JHS Gladiators emblazoned on the front. It’s like painting a target on your back while simultaneously walking into a war zone. She considers walking away, but he spots her first.

  “Hey! You’re Annabeth, right?” he calls out just as she was about to begin her retreat. “You do soccer and track and stuff at Pantheon.” his eyes reflect the light of the fairy lights Annabeth draped all over the fixtures in the ceiling during her interior design phase in seventh grade. The way he’s rocking back and forth on his heels reminds her entirely of Leo, and she wonders if he had ADHD too. It’s certainly a big part of why Annabeth’s so involved in sports- it’s nearly impossible to get rid of the restlessness she always feels. She’s suddenly aware of the fact that she hasn’t brushed her hair all day, or bothered to conceal the circles under her eyes. She shifts her weight onto her left foot and tries to suppress her nerves.

  “Soccer and track and stuff. That’s me.” she answers honestly  “and you’re Legion’s swimming god.” He’s a couple inches taller than her, and even more tan, like he spent all his free time at a beach instead of a tiny town in Virginia. His cheeks take on a rosy pink color and he lifts his shoulders in an awkward half shrug.

  “So that’s what they call me on this side of the creek, huh?” he questions. “You know, people say that you’re the best forward that the town has seen in years.” Usually when people bring up her soccer position their tones are mocking in a oh congrats, female sort of way. But Percy’s tone is earnest and completely at odds with what most of his teammates have thrown at her.

  “Uh- I’m okay.” she manages “soccer’s definitely not nearly as interesting as your whole basketball thing.”

  “So what, pray tell, is one of Westbury’s revered athletes doing on this side of town?” Annabeth prods “You know, if any other student had noticed you you’d have been immediately sentenced to death by overzealous high schoolers.”  

  Percy lets loose a quiet laugh at this, and she can’t help the sliver of satisfaction that snakes through her body. He looks oddly embarrassed, and the sheer normalcy of his accompanying flush goes against all her prior expectations of this boy. She takes in the way he bites down on his lip as he unfurls his right wrist to reveal a small cellophane package filled with… dolphins?

  “You… risked your well being in order to buy candy dolphins?” Annabeth can’t help the astonishment in her voice. Percy looks deeply offended, and his eyes shine with mirth.

  “They’re gummy sharks.” He protested “and they’re my lifeblood. Seriously, Annabeth Chase, gummy sharks are the food of the gods.” he continues, “my cousin, Nico is supposed to supply me with them, since this is the only place in town which sells them, but he’s on some stupid date which means I have to do everything myself as per usual.”

  By the time he’s finished with his tirade, his eyebrows are knitted together in concentration and his hands are still moving to finish his latest dramatic gesture.

  “Nico Di Angelo?” she questions “He’s your cousin?”  Thanks to her longstanding friendship with Will, Annabeth cannot go 24 hours without hearing him ramble on and on about the gorgeous brunette with the gorgeous dark eyes that- oh god annabeth they make me want to melt he’s so out of my league. It took Will an entire semester of pining from a distance before he finally made a move and Annabeth has spent the entirety of the last two weeks helping Will plan an overly complex date meant to woo his pants off, in his own words.

  “You know him?” Percy questions

  “Indirectly. My friend Will has spent so much time talking about his enormous crush that I probably know more about your cousin than I do myself. Will’s probably setting off heart shaped fireworks as we speak.”

  “Ah. So he’s the blond haired casanova that Nico hasn’t been able to shut up about for the past few months. It’s gotten quite concerning, really.”

  “It’s ridiculous.” Annabeth declares “They should just get on with it and adopt their seven kids and three cats.”

  Percy proceeds to wrinkle his nose (and yes, it’s adorable) and tell her about how the children would be named after Pokemon and the cats after Yugi Oh! characters. She notices.. a lot of things. His eyebrows furrow when he’s passionate about something, and he blushes more easily than anyone she’s ever met. Their conversation continues and she finds herself enjoying his personality more than she’s willing to admit. She tells him about her visions of becoming an architect, her soccer team, her qualms and praises of the most recent star wars installment… and before she knows it, her phone chimes.

  “Um. Sorry.” she glances down at her screen. It’s a text from Piper asking why in the name of all that is holy it has taken her over two hours to buy a jar of salsa. “Yeah that’s my friend who will burn me at the stake if I don’t get to movie night with food. I should run.” Percy looks disappointed but offers her a shy smile.

  “That’s cool. I should probably head back home.” he waves his packet of gummy sharks at her “hopefully I’ll see you around?” She tucks one of her curls behind her ear and glances up at him

  “Yeah. I’d like that.” Percy grins at her before he exits the shop and she grabs a couple extra jars of queso just to appease Piper.

  She mulls over the conversation as she jogs her way around the block to Piper’s house. It’s odd, how instantly comfortable she was with him. It took her weeks before she had felt that close to any of her other friends. Her stomach is churning with a weird fluttery feeling and the crisp nighttime air isn’t doing much to clear her mind. She takes her time walking up the steps to Piper’s giant house. With the amount of money Tristan Mclean makes, they definitely should live on the west side of town but something about real estate and contracts made them choose this neighborhood. Piper throws the door open and rushes at Annabeth just a few moments after she rings the doorbell. She’s wearing a pride shirt and shorts with multi colored palm trees on them which make Annabeth’s heart clench with the faintest bit of pride.

  “Annabeth!” she cries “I’m starving. And I’ll murder you if you didn’t bring nachos.” Annabeth takes this as her cue to walk in and settle next to Reyna on the couch. They’re watching the Goblet of Fire (as all the cool teens do on their Friday nights). Reyna squints her eyes at her as a greeting, which Annabeth returns with a one shouldered shrug. The couch groans as Piper flops onto the cushion next to Annabeth and she throws her legs into Annabeth’s lap. Piper is rustling through Annabeth’s bag of snacks when she lets out a low whistle. They both look over at her in surprise as she leans over and brushes Annabeth’s face with her braids.

  “Damn, Chase has game!” Annabeth squints at her and swats at her hair. This catches Reyna’s interest and she turns away from the screen. Annabeth sighs

  “What are you talking about?” she asks. Piper passes over the jar of salsa and is practically trembling with delight as she points out a pale yellow sticky note attached to the side. Scrawled (almost illegibly, she notes) are 10 digits, signed PJ complete with a smiley face. Reyna scans the note as she leans over.

  “Who’s PJ?” she asks as she shoots her a smirk. She knows that they’re trying to be nonchalant about it, but the glimmer in Piper’s eyes tells her otherwise. She hasn’t done anything remotely romantic since her historic crush on Luke in middle school which resulted in one date freshmen year before he moved away. Piper has been begging her to go on a date ever since, and Reyna is convinced that she’s aromantic just like her. It’s not that Annabeth is opposed to dating, or even that she hasn’t been attracted to her fair share of guys. It’s just that any feelings she’s had have been shallow and inconsequential; nothing she could possibly build a relationship out of. This thing with Percy is tentative and she has no idea what it holds, but deep down she knows that he’d make an amazing friend and that’s important to her.

  “Percy Jackson.” She mutters, making sure to fixate her eyes on Victor Krum. The effect of her words is no less than she predicted. Piper squeals and drops her Tostitos and Reyna raises both eyebrows, instead of just one.

  “Like, Legion’s Percy Jackson? Thalia’s cousin? If so, congratulations- he’s like seven different levels of fine.” Piper proclaims  “not exactly my type, though.” Reyna glances back at the number and frowns.

  “Aren’t people from that side of town generally elitist assholes?” Reyna asked “Also when did you get a chance to interact with him?” A wicked grin flashed across Piper’s face and she grasped Annabeth’s wrists.

  “C’mon tell us about your crush.” Piper pleaded “It’ll be fun! Besides, are you going to ca- CEDRIC NO!” Piper shrieks and covers her eyes with her hands. Annabeth mentally thanks Voldemort for the distraction as Reyna shoots her a meaningful look. She glances back down at the post-it note in her hand and smiles, thinking about what Piper was about to ask. Maybe she would.

AN: i wrote part of this drabble a while ago and i added a bunch of crap this morning, but i’ll probably have another chapter up this weekend? also i know my writing is still pretty bad so constructive criticism would be really, really cool

+ a thank you to everyone that gave me feedback the first time, @not-illegal-if-u-win @lilygold23 @seriouslymisunderstood @aedinishellatrash @thedarkwhiteangel @demigodishlymagical @downercalum @pls-give-me-smut

anonymous asked:

i admit to using your art as a reference, but i dont trace it, i just copy it to learn anatomy. i havent posted any of them, either. its just sort of a warmup thing i guess. im really sorry that people are doing shit though and ill stop if youd like me to

same apologetic anon here, to say that i also genuinely enjoy your art and i think that youre super cool!!!! i look up to you a lot and i hope there’s no hard feelings

hi! i just wanna say upfront that there’s nothing wrong with referencing art to learn. you’re okay with what you’re doing, it’s a normal process to reference art to learn and to admit to using art as reference. the problem only stems from people who copy art and then claim it as their own, who think it’s okay to redraw other people’s pieces and then deny it and say “oh it’s just a coincidence that these pieces are exactly alike” 

thank you so much and no hard feelings at all! you’re fine! my anatomy isn’t the best but i hope it’s helping you :’)

edit: i meant to say my anatomy isnt the best omfmgng

Ladrien June Day 16: Siren pt. 2

“Ladybug you’re under arrest for destroying the city of Paris”

“Adrien, I’m sorry… I promise I’ll get us out of this okay?”

Mr Thesassygandalf got me a present *-*

Character Creation/Design Talks (01)

Featured Artist:


Hey there! Would you mind talking a little about your process for creating creatures and characters? Where do you get your inspiration from? -Evvy

It might seem a little obvious from my work, but my two main categories for inspiration are the world I currently live in a experience, mostly focusing on nature elements; and the world before my existence: history, mythology and paleontology. (I collect a lot of things and have a lotta books…)

(This was for a specific project but when I had to choose a career for her to pursue I was able to incorporate my interest in prehistoric life and the ocean)

I think the biggest way to find inspiration hinges on one word: observation. Whether that’s watching animals to figure out how they function; artists, architects and other craftspeople to finagle how they made their work or discovering the rhythms of stories and myths.

(These characters are all based off United States urban legends and cryptozoology)

Its about learning, absorbing, processing and then translating. (and a lot of trial and error!)

And I always keep in mind the role of my creation: what world/setting do they exist in, how is that apparent in their design? Do they have a backstory? Who or what are they interacting with? These and similar questions can immensely help in making them believable entities that engage the audience.

(Lucian the Victorian English newt is a good example of this)

I’ve also noticed that two of the crucial visual elements in any creature and character design are repeating shapes and color palette. Just keeping those in mind can help make design decisions and lead to stronger designs. I tend towards triangles and diamonds with rounded points as well as organic rounded blob/oval shapes. It can often help me to get out as many ideas at once as possible and then go from there.

(Here are my top 20 costume designs for a future project, from here I can mix and match until I get a memorable end product)

And after all that: spark, idea, design, I want to become familiar and comfortable with the character/creature from different angles, and in different moods. The perimeters of what they act like and look like as well as their reactions to events can lead to the development of other characters/creatures and further world-development.

Personally I usually turn to images/visuals for the majority of my inspiration so I utilize Tumblr, Pinterest, field guide books, picture books and my camera and I recommend that to others!

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