This is the new member of the family! Finally I have my baby thanks to everyone that helped me with the commissions and watching my videos on Youtube. Thanks to you all I’m getting better equipment and my work is getting more professional :’D
This tablet display is not a Cintiq, it is an XP-Pen, works pretty good with the programs I usually use especially with Flash. it’s cheaper and bigger than the Cintiq I wanted to get for $1000 USD - so yaaay!! I saved a lot of money that will be used to get to IndypopCon next year and even fixing my old glasses.
This is not only to improve my work, this will also help me with my health since I was starting to have a little bit of pain on my neck, back and right shoulder because of the posture I had with my other tablet. Now with this one I’ll start to fix the posture now that I can draw directly on the screen (You can graduate the screen in many angles so it’s very useful).
I’m really happy and I can’t wait to animate something with this baby <3 But it will be after my short vacations.
Thank you so much guys, I still here thanks to you! <3 <3 <3
My dad was a mechanic for 20+ years, and for as long as I can remember, I drove him nuts because I would go around the house with a screw driver he left out and take everything apart because I wanted to see how it work. As I grew older I developed an affinity towards computers and electronics, which led me to be “that kid” in High School who changed his grades, crashed the school districts servers, and used the NETSEND command with great success. I would spend my weekends either with my grandparents and uncle working on science projects or dragging my dad outside to help me fix my car (which consisted of him telling me that he would help once I got it taken apart). Those “figure it out” lessons were the probably the greatest gift he could’ve given me growing up.
I joined the US Army in 2004 and went into communications or “commo” for short (25U) where I managed to go from PVT (E1) when I joined to SGT (E5) by the time I returned from my deployment in 2006. After returning home, I was subsequently transferred from a Light Infantry Unit (walking everywhere) to a Mechanized Infantry Unit (Riding in an armored vehicle everywhere) and placed in charge of the Battalion Commo Shop as the current person running the commo shop was scheduled to retire in a few months and I was the only other NCO. This is where things got interesting and my Commo vs. Mechanics ProRevenge story starts…
THE MUSIC IGNITES THE NIGHT WITH PASSIONATE FIRE MAUREEN I'M NOT A THEATER PERSON THE NARRATION CRACKLES AND POPS WITH INCENDIARY WITH COULD NEVER BE A THEATER PERSON ZOOM IN AS WE BURN THE PAST TO THE GROUND AND FEEL THE HEAT OF THE FUTURE'S GLOW mauREEN?! you're equipment won't work?! OKAY ALRIGHT I'LL GO
This is a newcomer’s guide to the gym from a social perspective, focused on the trans* experience. This is not a workout program.
This guide draws upon my own FTM experiences, feel free to add your own experiences.
Disclaimer: I live in a diverse city and go to a left-leaning university. My circumstances could be drastically different from yours. Use your best judgement.
The Locker Room
Bring a friend (who you’re out to) along, they can affirm or stand up for your identity if anyone questions your presence.
Rarely is anyone looking at you while changing, especially in male locker rooms. Find a nice little corner and face the walls, or go to a stall to change. You’d be surprised at how many cis people do the same. I’ve changed tshirts in the locker room while wearing a binder tank after 4 months on T without any problems.
You can also try changing in a bathroom that has less traffic first, then walk to the gym. If the weather is cold, wear a hoodie or sweats on top, then take it off at the gym.
Avoid going at peak hours if you are uncomfortable, it is more likely that you’ll have to change in close proximity with others.
Avoid changing next to old people. They are very comfortable nude and will strike up conversations randomly.
I have never showered at the gym, but bring a towel to dry off my sweat, and deodorant to keep the scents fresh.
I find boxers to be easier than boxer briefs. If I’m wearing briefs, I either pack, or find a really good corner without people. Packing is personally uncomfortable after a especially hard session, due to shifting and sweating. Boxers sort of hide everything, and I feel comfortable standing in them for a bit to cool off.
The Gym (mostly the weight room)
You are NOT the only person who doesn’t know how every equipment works. You can:
Ask a staff for help
Watch YouTube before your workout. I sometimes pull up exercise videos during my workout to check how a machine works because I’m too introverted.
If you don’t like to talk to other people and want to avoid chit-chats:
Stare at the equipment as if you’re formulating your workout plan
If someone is at an equipment you want to use, you can ask them “how many sets do you have left”, which means how many more repeats of the exercise they will be doing. A common etiquette is to let you use the machine right after, if you’re hanging around. Be courteous and give the other person room to finish their workout.
Don’t walk between mirrors and the people training in front of it.
It’s ok to not like looking in your image in the mirror if it triggers dysphoria, but still try to make sure you are performing the exercises correctly by bringing a friend along to form check.
You are not weak. Everyone starts somewhere. The huge guy in the corner? He was once a lanky teenager. It takes immense dedication and discipline to reach the level you see in the media.
Summary:She calls Bucky by many different names. Each one portraying a different emotion, motive behind her words changing and telling with every utterance off her lips.
A/N:Tags are now closed! This gets a little suggestive, but not smutty.
He knew he was in for it whenever she called him Sarge. It slipped out her lips when she was feeling flirty and coy, yet she hardly ever used it subtly. He loved every second of it. There was no way he could ever escape her charm, especially not when that nickname was whispered in his ear.
They weren’t even a couple the first time she used it. After months of flirty banter, deep conversations, and lingering glances; it was clear there was something between the two of them. Not that either of them was doing anything about it.