day of the great leap


Raúl Esparza drawing Nr. 162: More Jonas Nightingale from Leap Of Faith. Hail the King Of Sin 😉🔥❤️

As you can see, I’m always experimenting. This time I tried the finished unfinished look with colored pencils. Really difficult to do… but I gave my best and hope you like it. Next is more Barba I think, or Chilton. Not sure yet.
Have a great day, guys! 😘

Strange Magic Week - Monday: Aliens

When the Space Agency began actively recruiting faeries, Marianne had signed right up. In the early days of space exploration, simply getting to space had been a terrible ordeal, and one that would have killed any faerie within moments of rocket ignition. Only the sturdier races could survive the trip so only they went into space.

But those days were nearly a hundred years ago, and fae-kind had made great leaps in science. Interialess drives, hyper-sleep, perfect body cocoons, and most recently, the beginnings of intergalactic exploration. And faeries, with their aerial mobility and slight weight were ideal for these long range missions. It was a thrilling time to be alive and with a taste for adventure.

Even though Marianne had graduated top of her class in the Academy, she had been stunned by her luck when her first posting was First Mate on one of the early intergalactic science vessels! It was a huge honor, a position far FAR above one usually offered to raw graduates. She stammered her overjoyed thanks, took her orders, and ran like hell to get ensconced in her berth, as soon as possible. If she was already on board, it would be harder for them to claim they’d made a mistake, she thought.

Her haste was her first mistake. She did no research on the Sugar Plum, and so it was not until she first reported to the bridge that she discovered she was the only fairy on-board. Every other officer, crewman, and scientist was a goblin. And they were all mad.

And her Captain was the maddest of all. His idea of keeping ship’s discipline was nothing like what she’d been taught at Academy.  He would simply ignore his crew, and their… shenanigans as much as possible, and when it wasn’t possible, to throw them down hallways, shaken them like rattles, or threaten to throw them out airlocks.

Captain King, indeed. In the depths of her mind Marianne preferred to refer to him by his given name, Bog. She thought it more fitting. Captain Bog, sounded nicely piratey.

Still, First Mate Marianne had discovered that some of that madness bore surprising fruit. With no orders coming from their Captain, the navigational crew played games of chance to determine their heading, leading to several exciting discoveries. The science officers were absolutely fearless, and would try the most random, bizarre, dangerous experiments, “because I had a thought, and just wanted to see.” And the engineers… well, the less Marianne thought about how they were constantly tinkering with the engines, the happier she would be.

But even after she had come to accept the madness, it still rankled on her. The fourth time in a week that she found her station covered in a substance that resembled grape jelly, but smelled like Brutus’s socks, something inside her broke. She lost her temper, she lost her training, she temporarily lost her mind.

Roaring wordlessly she darted across the bridge, grabbed the giggling hydroponic mycologist (she knew the stuff was his favorite slime mold), hoisted him by the collar of his uniform, shook him soundly, marched him to the passage just outside the bridge, and kicked him halfway down it with a well placed foot to his backside. She turned back to the bridge, panting, only to see the entire bridge crew staring at her.

Captain Bog raised an eyebrow. “Good,” he said, and went back to motionlessly staring out the viewport. The rest of the crew simultaneously went back to whatever they had been doing, and everyone stayed carefully out of her way as she took over the mycologists, clean, science station and pulled up her workspaces on his screens.

There was not a repeat of the smelly grape slime mold incident, and she found that the occasional cuff or kick kept the crewmen from enacting the worst of their stupidity, and keeping it allaway from her. The ship occasionally ran on a modicum of efficiency.

Her posting finally became some flavor of routine.

So she was completely disoriented when her in-berth com went off at 0345. She flailed around, tangled in her wings, until she finally managed to hit the button.

“First Mate Marianne,” she croaked.

“Marianne! Get down to the airlock, yesterday! We have a visitor! A non-fae, non earth visitor! I don’t even know how it got in there!” The scowling visage of her Captain filled her small screen, as he spoke more words together than she thought he had in the last seven months.

“A visitor!” she yelped, but the screen was already dark.

She tumbled out of bed, and flung herself into pants and a breastband. No time to go through the arduous process of sliding her wings into a uniform top, and its not like anyone on the ship cared. Boots unlaced and flapping around her ankles, she pounded down the corridors to the airlock. The few goblins up at this hour were smart enough to get out of her way.

Captain King was standing only a few feet from the airlock hatch. It was almost through cycling.

“What is it?” Marianne panted, and leaned her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

“I don’t know,” he growled. “Something alien. We’re light years from the next Fae ship. I don’t know how this thing got on my ship, or in the airlock, or what it wants. We need to be prepared for anything.” He crouched into, not quite a fighting stance, but a pose just barely shy of it.

Marianne gulped, but planted one foot behind her and squared her shoulders.

“Remember the mycologist,” the Captain said to her, and to Marianne’s complete shock, winked. What a time for him to prove he had a sense of humor.

The light beside the airlock clicked over from orange to green, and the heavy hatch began to shift aside. It slowly rumbled away into the wall to reveal…

…well, Marianne thought, the alien is kind of cute!

It was about a quarter her size, white and fuzzy. It had a long, pointed nose, big ears, a thin tail, and some wickedly looking sharp teeth. But it sat on the floor of the airlock with its head cocked to one side, as if it were as puzzled by them as they were by it.

“Huh,” Bog said.

The thing in the airlock held up something glowing softly pink, and shook it gently.

Then it sprang out of the airlock with surprising speed. Marianne was sure the noise it made was a giggle, just before her vision filled with pink sparkles.

Blessed are you when men hate you,
And when they exclude you,
And revile you, and cast out your name as evil,
For the Son of Man’s sake.
Rejoice in that day and leap for joy!
For indeed your reward is great in heaven,
For in like manner their fathers did to the prophets.
—  Luke 6:22-23 (nkjv)
Playlist Q&A

As requested on twitter, I’ll do another one of these before I pass out and probably in the morning. 

Basically, you know the WicDiv playlist? It’s on spotify and I’ll put it all beneath the cut?

Go to my ask box. Name a track. I’ll say who it’s connected to or why it’s on there.

Some are clearly huge spoilers, so I won’t answer. Others I won’t answer just because I haven’t much to say. Others I won’t answer as I’m very tired.


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sanveerbindra  asked:

Spotify is not available in my country, and I can't view the Wicked and the Divine playlist. Could you furnish me with a list of all the songs on there? Please and thank you.

This is the current version. It’s both a working playlist and a playlist I’m working on, so things are still being added, removed and re-arranged. While other playlists have a certain narrative arc to them, this one certainly doesn’t, except in a couple of really small areas.

Also, it’s a cut and paste from spotify. Don’t worry about what version of the song it is. It’s not specifically the 2009 Digital Remaster of From Her To Eternity that’s on it.

Summer Camp – Pink Summer
Florence + The Machine – Shake It Out
The Rolling Stones – Sympathy For The Devil
Pixies – Tame
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – From Her To Eternity - 2009 Digital Remaster
Sleater-Kinney – Sympathy
Janelle Monáe – Q.U.E.E.N. [feat. Erykah Badu]
Kanye West – I Am A God - Digital Album Version (Explicit)
JAY Z – No Church In The Wild
Florence + The Machine – Dog Days Are Over
Peaches – Fuck The Pain Away
Billy Bragg – Waiting For The Great Leap Forwards
Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Date With The Night
Savages – She Will
Bat For Lashes – Laura
Florence + The Machine – Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up)
Cay – Princes And Princesses
The Modern Lovers – Roadrunner (Once)
Le Tigre – Deceptacon
Ramones – Cretin Hop
Feist – 1234
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Stagger Lee - 2011 - Remaster
Björk – Pagan Poetry
Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Sacrilege
Daisy Chainsaw – Love Your Money
Solange – Losing You
Queenadreena – Pretty Like Drugs
Arthur Conley – Sweet Soul Music
The Doobie Brothers – What A Fool Believes
David Bowie – Baal’s Hymn
Stevie Nicks – Edge of Seventeen
Antony And The Johnsons – Berd Guhl
David Bowie – Heroes - 1999 Digital Remaster
David Bowie – Five Years
David Bowie – Ziggy Stardust
David Bowie – Rock ‘N’ Roll Suicide
David Bowie – Fame - 2007 Digital Remaster
David Bowie – Fashion - 2002 Digital Remaster
David Bowie – We Are The Dead - 1999 Digital Remaster
Kanye West – POWER
Lorde – Royals
Inspiral Carpets – I Want You
Faithless – Insomnia - Monster Mix
PJ Harvey – This Mess We’re In
PJ Harvey – Good Fortune
The Beautiful South – Song For Whoever - Single Version
Earl Brutus – God, Let Me Be Kind
Labrinth – Earthquake - Full Version
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Into My Arms
Elvis Presley – Heartbreak Hotel
The Rolling Stones – Play With Fire - Mono Version
Otis Redding – Try A Little Tenderness
Dr. Dre – Still D.R.E.
Prince – I Wanna Be Your Lover [Single Version]
Prince – Thieves In The Temple
The Streets – Weak Become Heroes
The Bangles – Hazy Shade of Winter
PJ Harvey – 50 Ft Queenie
Bananarama – Venus
Belle & Sebastian – I Don’t Love Anyone
Pet Shop Boys – Left To My Own Devices - 2001 - Remaster
Iggy Pop – The Passenger
Melt Banana – Shield for your eyes, a Beast in the well on your hand
Aretha Franklin – I Say A Little Prayer
The Fall – I Am Damo Suzuki (remastered)
The Smiths – The Boy With The Thorn In His Side - 2011 Remastered Version


July 22nd 1977: Deng Xiaoping restored to power

On this day in 1977 the Chinese politician Deng Xiaoping returned to government. He had been a prominent figure during the Chinese Civil War, having first become active in the communist movement while studying in France in the 1920s. He rose through the ranks of the Chinese Communist party but his policies differed from those of Communist leader Mao Zedong, especially regarding the economy and the rapid industrialisation and collectivisation of the Great Leap Forward campaign. He was therefore purged for his ‘capitalistic’ tendencies during Mao’s consolidation of Chinese communism in the Cultural Revolution. Deng was especially sidelined by the hardline leftist 'Gang of Four’, but after their fall in October 1976 he emerged as the next likely leader of China following Mao’s death a month earlier. Therefore on July 22nd 1977 Deng was restored to the posts of Vice Premier of the State Council, Vice-Chairman of the Central Committee, Vice-Chairman of the Military Commission and Chief of the General Staff of the People’s Liberation Army. He then succeeded in pushing aside Mao’s chosen successor Hua Guofeng and Deng thus became China’s de facto leader. Whilst in power, Deng made a reputation as a reformer who aimed to open up Chinese society by allowing criticism of the Cultural Revolution; he firmly argued that “Poverty is not socialism” and aimed to lift millions of peasants out of poverty. He also led market reforms that helped make China the global economic force it is today. However Deng was inflexible in his devotion to communism, and the 1989 brutal suppression of protests in Tienanmen Square occurred during his tenure. He also introduced the infamous 'one-child policy’ in China. In 1984 Deng Xiaoping negotiated with Britain the return of Hong Kong to Chinese control by 1997, but did not live to see its fruition as he died in February 1997 aged 92.


fang island - tickle mountain

anonymous asked:

16 everlark

brand new neighbours au


Katniss heard the whining protest of the moving truck’s breaks over the sound of rain hitting the windows.

Peeking out her blinds, she smirked. Picked a great day to move, new neighbor, she thought.

Buttercup leaped onto the windowsill beside her and peeked through the blinds himself, arching his back with a hiss when a clap of thunder sounded, making Katniss laugh.

“Oh, get over it. You’re inside, you’re warm, deal with a little canon fire.”

Buttercup looked up at her for a moment, seeming to ponder her words before finally hissing at her and jumping down to the floor.

“Dumb cat,” Katniss muttered, looking back out at the street. Who needs that much stuff, anyway?

A pickup truck pulled up behind the moving truck, exhaust pumping out into the air as it idled, before finally switching off.

The first door to open was the driver’s door, and out came a man looking to be her age, broad shoulders, curly blonde hair that was quickly turning to waves in the rain, blue eyes that stood out in sharp contrast to the overcast day, and the largest grin she had ever seen.

He stood in the rain without any form of covering, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Out next from the passenger side was a man, slightly older, and by far the most attractive man she had ever seen. And he carried himself like he knew it.

He ran around the the drivers side and opened the back door, popping open an umbrella as a woman about the same age stepped out, equally as beautiful, squealing slightly and laughing as a few drops landed on her head.

She leaned up and planted a kiss square on his lips before they both took off toward the front door.

The first man just stood in the yard, his clothes obviously soaked through, staring at the house with a proud smile.

The other man walked back out of the house, umbrella still open but leaning lazily on his shoulder, slowly walked up to Blondie - that was what she was calling guy number one - with an ever growing smile on his face.

When he reached him, he wrapped him in a quick hug and announced, “I’m proud of you, Peet.”

Okay. So Blondie was Peet.

“Thanks, Finn,” Peet smiled.

And the other one, Adonis, is Finn. Katniss filed this information away for future use.

“Where’s Cinna?” Adonis asked. Her nicknames were just easier. Well, if she was being honest, it just made her feel slightly less creepy for staring. Less personal.


Just then a dog bark clearly rang out from the area of the pickup, Buttercup freezing in her tracks on the banister. Katniss noticed he genuine fear in the cat’s eyes with a smirk. “I always knew I was a dog person. Now more than ever.”

Buttercup hissed at her and she hissed back before going back to staring through her blinds.

God. I’m the creepy stalker cat lady.

“Oh! I almost forgot, I was so excited!” Blondie was nearly bouncing on his toes. “He’s in the truck. I’ll go get him.”

Katniss admired how his wet white shirt clung to his torso as he jogged over to the car. He was in great shape. And his eyes. Maybe she would like this new neighbor after all. Maybe- Oh my God, a dog.

Katniss kicked herself mentally. She should have put the bark to the name in the first place, but as she watched the Golden Retriever zoom around the yard in ever faster, blurrier, muddier circles, she felt her smile growing, which made her scowl.

Katniss Everdeen did not smile at cute dogs.

Blondie threw his head back and laughed, wrestling with the dog, muddy paw prints on his shirt, and Katniss felt that treacherous grin growing again.

Katniss Everdeen may not smile at cute dogs.
But what about their owners?

This trail of thought was quickly derailed as she saw the speeding bullet known as Cinna come barreling towards her slightly ajar front door. She had left it open to let in the smell of rain, and so Buttercup could come and go as he pleased, thinking nothing of it.

Now it was all she could think about as the door swung fully open and a wet, muddy dog was running through her house. He didn’t seem to have any decided direction other than forward, be that running in circles around her kitchen table, or up and down her staircase, or simply every room in the house.

She faintly registered voices hollering behind her, growing closer, louder, until Blondie was right beside her, looking around madly for his dog. “Oh my god, I am so sorry! He ju-“

She looked up at him to see what had stopped his apology, and found him simply stating at her, mouth agape.

Cinna ran by them at possibly a faster speed than before and into the other room where Katniss maybe heard a hiss, but she could care less right now.

She fiddled with the end of her braid as Blondie shut his mouth and rubbed the back of his neck.

Chancing a small smile, she held out her hand. “Hi. I’m Katniss. Looks like we’re neighbors.”

He smiled, returning the handshake. “Peeta. Mellark. Looks like.”

Cinna ran by again, pausing for a moment to look between the two of them, tail wagging, before taking off again.

“Wait. Mellark as in the bakery?”

He nodded. “Family business.”

“Hey. Better family business than the mob.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“So, are there any perks to being the neighbor of a baker?”

His grin seemed to turn mischievous. “I don’t know. We’ll have to see.”

They are broken from their conversation by the sound of breaking glass.

Peeta sighed, inspecting the damage around him as he jogged toward the sound. “Cinna!”

They walked in to a guilty looking, and surprisingly, still Cinna sitting beside a broken plate. Katniss laughed.

“What?” Peeta was totally lost.

“I hadn’t done the dishes yet. That was my left overs from breakfast. A little bit of toast and some bacon. Can’t say I blame him.”

Peeta smiled. “I’m sorry. Again. So sorry. I’ll pay for whatever, help you clean….”

Katniss waved him off. “Don’t worry about it. Just bake me a loaf of bread or something. It’s my day off, anyway. Now I have something to do. Like redecorating.”

Peeta laughed as he clipped a leash she just now noticed in his hands onto Cinna’s collar.

“By the way, what kind of a name is Cinna, if I may ask?”

Peeta smiled broadly. “It’s short for Cinnamon.”


Katniss had successfully cleaned up all the mud rather easily, cleaned up the broken plate, and finally coaxed Buttercup off of the top book shelf when there was a knock at her back door by the kitchen.

Opening it, she had to bite back a laugh. In front of her stood a clean but rain soaked Peeta and Cinna.

Peeta had a loaf of bread wrapped in a light cloth, still steaming, obviously fresh.

Cinna, who sat on Peeta’s right, held a piece of wire through his teeth with a sign dangling at the ends, obviously made out of white cardboard from a moving box, which read in orange scrolling letters, “I’m sorry.”

And looking between the two of them, she couldn’t tell who had the better puppy dog eyes, Peeta, or the actual dog.

She finally let out a laugh as she stepped back to let them in.

Peeta set the loaf down on the counter and Cinna followed closely behind, still carrying the sign, before sitting back down at his side.

Katniss rubbed his ears and took the sign from him, hanging it on a magnet on her fridge.

Suddenly Buttercup popped up near the loaf of bread, inspecting it closely. As soon as he went to paw it, Cinna growled at him, causing him to hiss and run away, Cinna wagging his tail.

“I didn’t take you for a cat person,” Peeta said, seemingly amused.

“I’m not.” Katniss’ tone left no room for question and earned a hearty bark of agreement from Cinna.

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anonymous asked:

What do you do when you show significant improvement, but then the improvement starts deteriorating at an impossibly fast rate?? I've been practicing drawing every day for two months now, and I saw a great leap of improvement through the first month, but now in the second month, I can see it somehow getting...worst? I've watched technique videos, observed others, but I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong! How can I stop this problem?

one teacher told me that when you can see an improvement, that’s because you still suck.  it’s easier to notice improvements when you’re still way below on the skill level, but once you get higher up, it will become less and less noticeable, until you won’t notice it anymore if you’re only comparing this month’s work and last month’s work– however, if you compare a year’s worth of work, you’ll totally see the difference.

that is to say, don’t get discouraged.  keep at it and know that even though you can’t see an improvement right now, next year you may be able to see it.  

another way to go about it is to stop drawing what it is you’re drawing and try drawing other things you still don’t know how to draw.  for example, if you’ve been practicing drawing humans for the past two months and you’re fed up because you don’t see any improvement, take a break from it and try drawing animals.  once you don’t see improvements in the animal, go back to the humans, or move on to vehicles, then environment, then plants.  keep the subject fresh.

10 small steps equal one giant leap

Some of us can run a marathon today. And some of us are not well, so it will be a struggle for us to get out of bed and take a few steps.

Some of us will deliver a life-changing speech to hundreds of listeners. And some of us will struggle to make eye contact with one stranger and say, “Hello.”

Some of us will accomplish great things because we believe strongly in ourselves. And some of us will hope the positive voices in our heads will drown out the negative voices in our heads just long enough for us to try something new and challenging today.

We all celebrate great leaps of accomplishment. But don’t overlook those who took small steps today … because it may have taken them just as much courage, determination and strength to take those small steps as it did for the strong people to take great leaps.

You may not be strong enough to take a great leap today. That’s OK. Can you take a small step today? Can you accomplish something today that you couldn’t yesterday?

So you couldn’t go running today. Then just stay busy as long as you can. So you didn’t get a job offer today. Then celebrate that you got an interview next week. So no one complimented you today. Then be thankful no one criticized you today.

Here’s the deal: some people get down on themselves because they can’t take a great leap. And they’re right - they can’t take a great leap today, not yet anyway. So they quit. And that’s the worst thing you can do, because you can take a small step today. What if 10 small steps equal one giant leap? It means you’ll get to where you want to go eventually, even if it takes time, patience and determination to get there.  

I’ll let you in on a secret. I didn’t want to write this post today. I was afraid my idea for my post was lame compared to the ideas that inspired some of my better posts. But I sat down and wrote this anyway. And this post may really stink so bad, I should be embarrassed. But I’m not - I’m holding my head up high right now. If I made mistakes, I’ll learn from them and become a better writer. I took a small step today. I’m closer to where I want to be than I was before I wrote this post.

If you can take a great leap, by all means, take a great leap. But small steps are important, too, and will eventually help get you to your goal if you take enough of them. Take the largest step you can take today and keep doing it day after day. Don’t worry about if it’s a great leap or a small step - rather, worry more about trying as hard as you can, using whatever you have going for you.

You’ll get there eventually if you just keep taking steps.