i can do better graphics than that


I watched all of the shrek movies recently. Memes are fucking immature so this is going to be kind of an uninfluenced review. I dont feel like the tim and eric or what have you style comedy where you pretend to like shrek a whole lot got into me when we were doing this as its a little dated. I decided to take the films at face value. What are they worth?

Shrek 1 - Shrek was written and created by some people who work on movies over at Dream works. Its still pretty good. The graphical quality holds up. Shrek doesnt appear in the movie but eddie murphy does make up well for the eerie silence brought about by the vanishment of each other cast member. Its so good that Will smith remembered every line of it in that other movie.

(Five tiny scream guys out of five) 

Shrek 2 - This one is still good but the DVD went to autoplay when I was microwaving popcorn and my gf made me make it go back to the root menu and the popcorn caught fire and we nearly died. The premise shows wear but the wit is still alive. The last great shrek story as simon cowell viciously tore Shrek to pieces with his fangs at the end. PS: The dvd (issued 2005) of this i have said on the back it was the “highest rated animation of all time”. Which isnt true because it gets one less tiny scream guy than the first one.

Shrek 3 - They made a whole movie but forgot to put any jokes in it. Eric idle is in it becuase john cleeses character died. Do u think they passed in the dreamworks corridor and looked awkwardly at one another? If the best your movie has to offer is referencing monty python and the holy grail then you have to do better because in the first place that movie isnt actually that funny. I loved it when i was 10 but the only jokes i can remember now are the knights of the round table song and the killer rabbit. Its better than this though.

Shrek 4 - what the hell. ok id seen the first three before in the past but this one was totally new. Reality gets erased and Shrek is unborn. A world of warcraft race struggle plays out on the screen. For some reason the graphics are worse. The acting is also worse. Everything is worse and yet i also kind of loved the mayhem of the writers deciding to create an alternate timeline where shreks insidious legacy is erased and where a cool battle happens instead. I dont know who in the office they got to voice the little man but it was scary.

Puss in boots - No this isnt a joke. This is a real movie that was in theaters. No one watched it until I did so this is actually the first review! A bunch of good animators were forced to waste their time making a movie based off a script generated by a neural network. This whole thing is a mess. In the first thirty minutes the only joke is puss in boots says “leche” instead of milk. The next hour will reveal that in every moment of puss in boots’ life he is being watched in the corner by an egg person, like a bad slenderman arg. The dartboard they use to pick fairy tale characters to be the villain must have broke halfway thru because who the hell is “kitty soft paws”? This movie genuinely may be an industry test to see if the audience will be satisfied with anything they put on the screen and I kind of love how callous it is. Its about a cat fighting an egg.

aj-wisteria  asked:

Quick question: I have a character who is a doctor in, essentially, a wasteland. She has some access to decent medical tech, but most of what she does would be considered "battlefield triage". This is the first time I've written a character like this, and I was wondering if you had any good sources on writing for, or as, a doctor? Like, as in, from the POV of a doctor, not first-aid related.

If you’re referring to the physician’s mindset the best literary example is Sherlock Holmes. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle based him off a Scottish surgeon named Joseph Bell. Think cause and effect, process of elimination, and prioritization, because physicians are very specialized detectives. Medical school, and especially Grand Rounds (some schools still do them), are not only giving doctors the skills they need to treat people (how to set a bone or how to draw blood), but to reinforce that all important deductive reasoning.

Side note: military medicine and wilderness medicine are technically subsets of emergency medicine. Research guidelines for emergency medicine and you’ll likely find better information.

Some of my favorite resources:

  1. Youtube: You can find thousands of quality training videos posted by medical schools and other health care educators covering every imaginable topic—surgery, autopsies, how to take a patient’s history, how to listen to someone’s heart, how to set a broken bone. Many of these do get into mindset or cover good medical practice. Some of these videos can be extremely graphic, so be warned. 
  2. Student Doctor Network: this is a forum where aspiring medical professionals can network with current doctors and specialists. Many continue posting throughout their medical school experience and share their stories. I don’t think you need to create an account to read, but do not post if you have to make an account. It’s for future doctors and doctors to share their stories, not to help a writer do their research.
  3. Research Medical School course catalogues: No better way to think like a doctor than to read through what they’re being taught. Some even have syllabi online. Take a look at the books they’re reading or the topics they’re covering.

Lastly, if you’re going to write scenes where your doctor is treating someone, you have zero reason to make things up. Use the proper terminology and do your research. No one is expecting you to get the exact right dosage on a medicine, but with some basic googling you can come close.



We all laugh together, and mine transforms into an overwhelmed smile. I look to Ryke, but I can’t do anything but nod at him—you know those moments where you’re just so full you can barely breathe? So full of feelings you only hope to meet.
They crash against me like freefalling. Like cliff diving and bungee jumping. Like screaming at the top of my lungs. Like one-hundred-and-fifty miles per hour.
All with Ryke Meadows.

Creepypasta #1023: Gamer

Length: Super long

You know that little boys aren’t supposed to go into strange rooms with men they just met, right? When I was ten, I knew this too, but I was a huge video game nerd. In the 1980’s, if you wanted to play video games, you had to go to the arcade in the mall.

The arcade had a wide array of video games in the lobby area. But the best games were hidden in a secret room at the back of the store. I had heard about it from other boys at school. They said that if you spent a lot of time (and quarters) playing video games on the main floor, the owner, Stanley, would take you into the backroom where the secret games were kept.

The guys said that Stanley got access to the arcade games months before they came out. It was also rumored that there were some games in the backroom that were too risqué for the main floor. Weird underground video games from Japan that involved sex and gore.

I had been coming to the arcade with my friends for over a month, but Stanley never showed any interest in me until I came by myself one day.

You have to understand that this was a safe, quaint college town in the 1980s. Things were different. Moms would drop their kids off at the mall, armed only with stern warnings about talking to strangers - and leave them there for hours. Everyone did this. It wasn’t neglectful.

I was playing Street Fighter when Stanley approached me. “You’ve spent a lot of time at that game.” I was a little shocked that he was right here. I had seen him around the store, but never this close. It was like seeing a celebrity in person for the first time. 

“Ya. I’ve almost gotten a high score three times.” 

He asked, “Do you want to play some other games in the back?”

And that was it.

It was like he had asked me if I wanted a million dollars. I backed away from my game (right in the middle of a hard level) and said, “Yes.” Right away. No hesitation. That’s how stupid I was.

As he led me back through the game room lobby, he asked, “Has anyone told you about the back room?” I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble for telling the secret. He promised that they wouldn’t get in trouble. He just needed to know who it was. I gave him Jonathan Blakely’s name.

When we entered the backroom, I felt a pang of disappointment. I quickly scanned the arcades along the wall, but didn’t see anything particularly salacious. A few older games. One or two that had recently broke and were removed from the game floor. There were three separate doors to some further rooms on the side. I guessed they might be bathrooms or an office area.

There was also another boy about my age in the room. He was playing one of the wild west shooter games. Stanley walked me over and introduced the boy as Ian. Ian greeted me with a casual “Hey” and a smile. He lowered his red plastic gun, looked at Stanley, and said “Now that there’s another kid, can we play that special game?” 

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Fake Diamonds Are An Interrogator’s Best Friend

Originally posted by angelpaigex

Request: For @angelsdeadromance who requested prompt #26 “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake” where the reader is trying to get a female serial killer to confess so she says that to the unsub to get her angry. Reid is in the interrogation room with her and he has a hard time not laughing. 

A/N: I did take some liberties with this one and put Reid and the reader in an established relationship because it fit better. Also if you want to request a fic just drop a character and a scenario in my inbox or a character and the number for a prompt off of this list. You can make the request as simple or as detailed as you want it to be. Side note: If I used your name for a vic’s name or the name of our killer I do apologize.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Some mild descriptions of the crime and murder but nothing too graphic, and some mild foul language

“Hotch please tell me we have something other than that she was in possession of the wedding rings and that she ran?” you asked as you stared through the two-way mirror watching the female unsub sit in the interrogation room quietly humming with her legs crossed at the ankle and hands resting on the table. The BAU had been called in to work a case in Baltimore Maryland. Three women and a man had been murdered over the course of the last month, one a week. All had received quite the beating before receiving a fatal gunshot wound to the back of the head execution style. All of them had been found in alleyways, stripped down to their underwear and all of their wedding rings had been taken. The only thing that the victims appeared to have had in common was that they were married. Well, that was until Garcia did a little digging. 


“Tell me something good Baby Girl.”

“More of a question than a statement, but how do you feel about polygamy chocolate thunder?”

“Mh really not into sharing sweetness,” he shot back smiling. 

“You and Kevin looking into trying some new things, Garcia?” JJ asked. 

“Nothing icky like that my sunshine. Now back to the reason I brought it up. All four of your vics are actually married. Well let me rephrase that, Ian is married to Jessica, Rose, Theresa and here’s the kicker he’s got a fourth wife. Here name is Miranda Kent and she lives well within the desired hunting zone,” Garcia explained and you could hear the keyboard clacking as she typed. 

“I’m sorry you’re telling my this man was married four times and not one of these women had a clue?” Emily asked. 

“Sometimes love can make us blind to the truth,” Rossi replied.

“But only for so long. This is starting to sound like a tale of murders committed by a jilted lover,” you muttered. “Tell me this jerk doesn’t have any more wives.”

“No my sweet, the pig’s last wife and the only one to outlive him is Mrs. Miranda Kent and I have just sent the work and home addresses to your phone,” Garcia replied. 

“Good work Garcia. Morgan, Reid, and Prentis take the work address. JJ, Rossi, (Y/N), and I will go to the house. Kent’s either our killer or she’s our next victim,” Hotch delegated and everyone grabbed their kevlar.

“Spence, wait one sec,” you said jogging over to him. 

“Hm? What’s up?” he asked spinning around to face him. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. You felt him start smiling against your lips as he moved his hand to your neck and tangled a hand in your hair. After years of being together you’d both warmed up to the idea of public displays of affection, always doing so before arrests or dangerous field work just in case something bad happened.

“I love you and please be careful,” you muttered as you pulled back and rested your forehead against his. 

“I love you too, and same goes to you about being careful,” he replied, reaching around to smooth down the velcro on your vest. 

“Hey, lovebirds! You can make out later, we’ve got a suspect to bring in,” Morgan teased, holstering his gun and headed out for one of the SUV’s. The two of you laughed. Even after dating for two years and being engaged for about six months, Morgan never got tired of teasing you and Spencer about how caught up in each other you both were. Spencer pressed one last kiss to your forehead before you both jogged over to separate SUVs. Miranda Kent had been at her house that she shared with Ian, polishing four different wedding rings. 

(Back to the present)

“Unfortunately no. All we can prove is that she was in possession of rings and because they are wiped clean of prints and blood there isn’t any way to prove she was the one who murdered them,” Hotch said as he came up and stood beside you. “We need a confession.”

“And you’re planning on getting one how?” 

“Not me, you and Reid are.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“We profiled that these were crimes both premeditated and crimes of passion. You and Spencer are one of the happiest engaged couples I’ve ever seen. If Miranda is our killer she probably realized that her husband was finding happiness somewhere else. Seeing a happy couple might just put her on edge,” Hotch explained. 

“Makes sense, just give me a minute to grab Spence,” you said and walked off toward the break room. You found your lovely fiance enjoying a cup of coffee and talking to Morgan. 

“How’s interrogation going?” Derek asked.

“Hasn’t started yet. I need to borrow you,” you said turning your attention back to Spencer. 

“Sure what’s up?”

“Well, Hotch seems to think that seeing a happy couple would somehow trigger an agitated response which might get us the confession we need to convict, but I’m thinking we need to come at this from a different angel,” you explained. 

“Whatcha thinking mama?” Derek asked taking an interest in your plan. 

“Well think about it, Miranda killed the three women and her husband because they weren’t being faithful. Ian wasn’t being faithful to their marriage and each of those women she saw as one of the reasons for him being unfaithful.”

“Not following how this is going to help us in interrogation. What are you going to do convince her that you and Reid are having an affair of some kind?” Morgan asked, laughing at the ridiculous idea. 

“Exactly,” you answered. “Now let’s see,” you commented pulling Spencer so that he was standing up straighter. “Morgan go find me something that looks like a wedding ring.” Derek rolled his eyes and muttered something about having to do all the work. After he’d left, you tugged Spencer’s tie over his head and undid the top two buttons on his shirt. 

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked, going slightly rigid as you pressed your lips against his throat. 

“Because we are amping up the sexy cheater aspect,” you clarified as you pulled away satisfied with the hickey that was now visible on the high right side of his neck. 

“By making it look like we had a quicky in the break room?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you. 

 “Well something like that,” you replied smiling goofily and slipped your engagement ring into your pocket. “Having an affair with a married man might just get under her skin.” You ruffled your hair so that it fell in a more alluring way around your face and ditched your blazer. 

“Alright here’s your- woah, am I interrupting something,” Derek asked walking back in and taking note of both of your changes in appearance. 

“Just some last minute additional touches to sell this thing as much as possible,” you replied fixing the collar on your shirt. 

“Whatever you say Baby Girl and here is your ring. Borrowed it from Officer Jackson and promised to return it within the hour,” Morgan told you and handed the ring to Reid who slipped it on. You looked yourself over and Spencer, deciding that it was quite convincing. You slipped your hand in his and dragged him off toward interrogation. 

“(Y/N) what did you do?” Hotch asked, clearly confused as the two of you came around the corner. 

“Trust me Hotch, I’ll get our confession,” you assured him and picked up the case file, straightening your pile. Hotch gave you a look but chose not say anything as you and Reid walked into interrogation. “Miranda Kent my name is Special Agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and this is Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid,” you said taking a seat in front of her and Spencer sitting down beside you. 

“Pleasure to meet you Dr. Reid and to formally meet you Agent (Y/L/N). You look much nicer when you’re not handcuffing me against a wall for crimes I did not commit,” she said smiling sweetly at you.

“Well you know when you try to run from law enforcement, it tends to cast a guilty shadow on you,” you shot back resting your hands on the table.

“I’m behind on my rent,” she defended, crossing her arms. 

“And the landlord usually sends the FBI to collect rent?” 

“Look I don’t know what you think you have on me, but I didn’t kill my husband or those women. I don’t even know them,” she snapped. 

“You were in possession of the women’s wedding rings as well as your husband’s,” Spencer said. 

“Sometimes my husband takes his ring off and forgets to put it back on when he’s home,” Miranda explained. 

“Now see I don’t think a happily married man would just forget to put his ring back on or for some reason be in possession of three other sets of women’s wedding rings. I mean, Spence would you?”

“No, I shower with mine,” he replied. 

“I know you do,” you chuckled running your fingers up his arm. Miranda’s eyes flicked between the two of you. “Oh sorry, sometimes I forget that our relationship shouldn’t be brought up during work.”

“Relationship? You two married or something?” Miranda asked.

“Well, I guess we would technically call it an affair because he’s married but I am about to become a sister wife,” you squealed feigning excitement. Spence looked like he was about to bust out laughing and you pinched his thigh. “See people like you are what ruin our kind of relationships,” you said getting up and draping yourself over Spencer’s shoulders. “A wife like you is bound to get jealous.”

“For the hundredth time, I do not know those women. Look I just lost my husband and I’ve got no idea where the other wedding rings came from,” she said frustratedly. 

“So the rings of three dead women as well as your husband just happen to be in your possession?” Spencer asked.

“Yes. Have you ever considered it might all be one giant coincidence?”

“You’re lying Miranda.”

“And I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” you said leaning forward, “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.” You watched as she narrowed her eyes at you and visibly paled. You saw Spencer raise an eyebrow at you and smirk like he was about to start laughing so you stepped on his foot. You had no clue whether or not it was fake, but you were baiting her and it was working. 

“What are you talking about?” she demanded. 

“You see the way that the light is glinting off that stone, it doesn’t sparkle like a real diamond would. That is nothing more than some cheap glass. Ian probably bought it for you at a costume jewelry shop,” you clarified, sitting back down in your chair. 

“No, no that’s not possible,” she muttered trying to keep from shaking. 

“Oh but I’m afraid it is, and its funny the diamonds in Jessica, Rose, and Theresa’s rings were all authentic. He must’ve cared about them more than he cared about you. It’s a good thing that my future hubby loves me as much as he loves his wife. I’ve been promised a 1.5 carat diamond ring with two rubies surrounding it,” you explained wrapping your arm around Spencer’s and leaning your head on his shoulder. That was the final straw. Something in Miranda broke and she lunged across the table for you. Both you and Spencer quickly recoiled back as Morgan and Hotch charged the room, pinning Miranda back in her chair. 

“You’re wrong stupid bitch! Ian loved me most, those other whores were just distractions that kept him away from me!” she growled.

“That’s why you killed them? To get your husband back?” you asked, “if so why would you kill Ian?”

“Because he found out what I was doing and tried to stop me. If I couldn’t have him to myself, no one could,” she growled. Miranda looked you and Spencer up and down. Until this point, you hadn’t realized that he was holding you. “That’s all you whores are, homewreckers.” 

“Do you know how I know that diamond is a fake?” you asked quietly reaching in your pocket as you leaned toward her. 

“No, but I’m sure you are going to tell me,” she sneered. 

“Because mine is the real deal,” you replied sliding your ring on your finger. “He’s not married and we aren’t having an affair. He’s my fiance. Your first mistake was not leaving your asshole of a husband when you found out he was cheating on you and got married to the other woman,” you said in the same sweet tone that she had used with you earlier. You smiled and grabbed Spencer’s hand, starting to leave interrogation and headed for coffee. 

“You were awesome in there,” Spencer said as he poured two cups, one for you and one for him. 

“Eh, all in a day’s work. Just had to find the right angle to get under her skin. Although, you did almost ruin it when you started laughing,” you replied bumping his shoulder. 

“Sorry, it was hard to keep it together. The idea of sharing your significant other with another person is ridiculous to me,” he explained stirring his sugar. 

“Not into sharing, Dr. Reid?” you asked teasing him by quoting Derek from earlier that day. 

“Not at all,” he said lowly, almost growling as he wrapped his arms around you, lacing his fingers together behind your back. You giggled draping your arms over his shoulders and brushed your lips against his. 

“When we get back, I’m thinking we go out tonight. Dinner, drinks, and then head back to my apartment for some more private entertainment,” you suggested, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Sounds like a plan,” he muttered in reply. 

“Alright you two, let’s pack up and go home,” Hotch said sticking his head in the room. “And don’t even think about joining the mile high club on the jet ride home.” You and Spencer both burst out laughing at his comment. You pulled away after giving him one last kiss and walked off in search of your bag. 

 “Told you I’d get the confession,” you muttered as you passed Hotch. He gave you on of his rare smiles and shook his head. 


So I got a professional super-high quality scan made of this drawing in black & white to save, and then went ahead and colored the original.  I didn’t think the color would be better than the black & white, but I think I actually like it better!  

I’m super happy with this.  Like, SUPER HAPPY.  It might be one of the best things I’ve ever drawn, and not just because it’s Kristoff.  ;)

By the way, since this is now digitally stored at the professional graphics company, I can get super-high quality digital prints made, and even Giclée prints on fancy paper/canvas/etc.  So, if anyone is interested in buying a very, very nice copy of this (either color OR black & white!), please do let me know!  :D

Copic marker and Copic multiliner on 14 x 17″ smooth bristol board.

I Dare You - Chapter 1 - JohnTen - Mafia Leader x Detective - Soulmate!AU

Chapter 1 - Intro ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5

Trigger Warning: Offensive Language, Graphic Descriptions

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU


You see, not everyone can do what he does.

It takes a certain amount of emptiness to be who he is, and everyone around him knows better than to take that for granted.


More screaming.

Having actual blood cover you never seems like an issue until you wear a white shirt. What a silly thing to do when you’re working, isn’t it?


The screaming was shifting from tiresome to mildly irritating. Maybe if the man would answer, Ten wouldn’t have to be breaking every single one of his fingers as he had him tied to a chair.

Why did they always make it so unnecessarily difficult?

“Are you going to start talking, or should I break the rest of your bones as well?” Ten asked rhetorically, snapping another finger as the man wailed in agony.

“I’ll tell you,” said the man between ragged breaths, “please, I’ll tell you anything.” He was beyond desperate, his head spinning as he felt almost ready to vomit. How could anyone be so ruthless? Was protecting his client really worth all this torture?

“Perfect,” mused Ten unsympathetically, snapping yet another finger in two as the man screeched at the sight of his bone piercing through his flesh and skin, the blood oozing out slowly.

“When do you plan on talking?” Ten inquired as he disgustingly eyed his fingers, wiping them onto his victim’s shirt in an attempt to remove the blood.

The man gave a shit-eating grin as he lazily looked Ten in the eyes and answered. “As soon as they get here, smartass.”

Ten’s eyes widened in shock as he cussed out and immediately felt anger flush through this body.

“Check if he’s wired,” he demanded at the rookies he was with, “now!”

The closest man ran forward and cut open the man’s shirt, exposing his wired chest as the victim laughed and winced from the pain his body was trying to tolerate.

“Fucking hell,” Ten muttered, kicking the man in the gut and knocking the air out of him. “How did you not check if he was wired?!”

The silence that ensued was deafening until it was interrupted by the gasping and moaning of the victim heaving in his chair.

“I’ll see you in prison, you filthy shit,” laughed the man, still heaving.

“Not this time, asshat,” was Ten’s reply as he pulled a revolver off the closest rookie and shot the victim right between the eyes.

He looked around at the terrified faces of the newbies he had to be training that day. To say they had bad luck at catching Ten in a bad mood was more than just an understatement.

“Whose job was it to check for the fucking wires,” asked Ten boredly, shifting his gaze among their faces in order to identify the culprit.

They all looked around until one of them came forward.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“My name is - ”


The body slumped forward and collided lifelessly with the floor as the gunshot wound started bleeding out.


“Anyone else?” Ten asked with the same monotone voice.


“Good. Clear the scene.“

As the rookies rushed around before another one of them got killed, Ten bent down and dipped his finger in the dead rookie’s pooling blood, staring at the mark on his hand and slowly etching the insignia onto the floor next to the bodies. It had become the Mafia’s symbol, and everybody knew it by sight.

Ten was the most feared Mafia boss in the entire country, and everyone knew not to cross him.

If you want to live, you respect the boss.

Never disrespect the boss.


Meanwhile, the detective was growing more frustrated as he slammed his fist down on his desk, knocking over his already-empty coffee mug.

He glanced at the clock he kept in his office, and it was already well past midnight. It had been months and he was the best worker on the force; how the hell had he not caught him yet?

A knock came at his door, and he turned around to face the cop who had come to deliver news he already knew.

“Johnny, we lost him. They shot him and cleared before we could get there. We have the recorded audio files, but it’s not enough for a trace. If we tried, we could probably - ”

“Thanks, Jeffrey. I’ll handle it,” said Johnny with a bitter smile as he watched the cop close his door and retreat to his own office.

Another plan, failed. He was starting to run out of options, and Johnny never ran out of options. He wasn’t going to allow some slick guy with connections to tarnish the reputation he had worked so hard to attain; Johnny was good at what he did, and that was all he needed to think of to know that he was bringing this sucker down.

As if his frustration wasn’t bad enough already, his arm started stinging for the fourth time that day, and he was about ready to lose his mind at it.

Ungratefully cussing as he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeve, he felt his mind blank as he stared at his arm.

“What in the name of hell is this supposed to mean?”

Angrily, he threw the folders off his desk and kicked his chair, walking briskly over to the wall where he kept all the photographic evidence of the crime scenes he was studying.

He punched the wall, screaming in frustration as he ran his fingers through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This better be a fucking joke!” he muttered angrily, throwing more of his work across his office and pulling the attention of Jeffrey from across the hall.

Johnny moved quickly and pulled the blinds to his office down, trying to be rational and not do anything stupid or rash, like killing anyone.

It was frustrating enough to have to catch a ghost, but what could possibly be even more frustrating?

Looking down at his arm and seeing the Mafia’s insignia slowly etch itself onto his skin.

anonymous asked:

Hello, i want to start making aesthetics, but I have no idea where to start... like for example where do you find the images? a how do you make them smaller without them getting blurry and then how do you put them together.. and how do you change the backgrounds to different colors.. like i'm so lost.. can you give me some tips? i would be grateful :)*

how to make aesthetics like this

okay, so idk if i’m the best person to answer this, but i’ll be doing my best to put up an easy-to-understand tutorial for you. we’ll be going step-by-step :) all the stuff is under the cut since it was rather long

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I CAN'T!!!!!

Omgosh you guy I have to do a application for a Entry level Graphic Designer(basically a intern), something that I want to do, but I’m so nervous that I not good enough! people in school are so much damn better than me, I honestly pick the worst career, I’m not creative enough!! Some please hug me…

superwhiteshadows  asked:

hii! I was editing your pictures, and I was wondering how do you make your sims look so HD or idk, but for me, everytime I take a screenshot, when I want to edit it, it doesn't look that good. And also, the sims in the CAS look better than in the city. P.s: my graphics are in ultra. Thank you!

^-^ Hi!!! My settings are also on the highest that they can go and I have uncompressed sim textures & post processing effects on. But I think the difference between our games would be that I have reshade on!!! I’m using this preset as well with it, it makes my game more crisp and colorful. :) Also my screenshots save to a 1920 x 1080 and I resize them to 1200 x (whatever it automatically changes it to). :O I hope this helps somewhat!?!?!? <3

edit: I will add the preset link later tonight, I forgot!!! But it’s pickypikachu’s first ever reshade preset!!!

ok so i finally got my new macbook pro a couple days ago and i’m just blown away by how well it performs. i got the highest tier graphics card (amd radeon pro 460) expecting it to hopefully run portal 2 or smth. instead i found out that it can run dragon age: inquisition at good quality in 4K with a frame rate of about 30fps. i’m pretty sure that’s better than what my gaming rig can do.
also you can plug the power cord into the left side or the right side this is the future

anyways expect a pic spam of my new inquisitor coming up soon.

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Omg can I ask u for makeup tips my look is.... meh at best because of how strong my glasses are I have no space for eye stuff (tho tbh I'm doing my best with getting better with contacts) and I love your makeup style more than everything and I love the fact you're unapologetically not white

If you have no space for eyeshadow id do a graphic winged liner and short false lashes and maybe a rose gold colored liner on your waterline. Glasses look good with a decent contour too so try that as well

I was joking about using InDesign to type a paper (although I did once hear a joke about graphic design students doing this), but I do use it to make my resume and my cover letters. For the cover letter there’s only two text boxes, one for the header with my name and contact info and one for the actual body of the letter. I like it better than a simple word processor because I like being able to do things like change the leading, length of line, and placement of the text so I can fit as much as I can on one page and not have rags, rivers, widows, and orphans when applying to a creative position (Also, there’s no way I’m making a nice header in Word or Pages.). I don’t know what that person was saying about making “a perfectly sized text box every time” or “waiting for shit to load” (If it’s mostly text with little or no graphics there shouldn’t be a long load time, unless maybe if it’s a very long paper.).







donation amount has been met! (i can also buy a nice sandwich for lunch tomorrow, so that’s pretty hype too). in a DAY i am SPARKLING WITH JOY and all of my thankyous to you if you helped in any way, there are no words for how much i love you  (there are perhaps pictures for it, but they will have to wait 3-5 working days for delivery before i can make them)

you’re all the best, this is the best thing, everything is Best

(i am leaving the tip jar link on my bio so if you were gonna donate specifically for my graphics tablet needs then i’m already sorted there, but if you wanna donate for my sandwich needs at any point thats ongoing. but like i said before, everything i make is for free cus i like doing it and i like the little community i found through it. so if you cant/dont want to that is always fine, because there are better things in life than sandwiches and you, you individually and personally, are each and every single one of those better things.)

anonymous asked:

20 :)

20. Advice you would give to beginner graphic makers

ahh advice!! i feel like a lot of what i do is different from other ppl because i used gimp instead of photoshop?? and also i just taught myself everything so idk what i’m actually doing at all, but here’s some things :)

  • don’t use too many colours as it can get messy
  • also fonts, try not to use more than two (also arial works better than you would think)
  • making the saturation a little lower on gifs before changing contrast really helps, idk why but it does
  • if you find a style you like feel free to concentrate on that for a while!! play with it, see how you can improve and make it more you! not everything needs to be completely different
  • but also! don’t be afraid to try new things
  • and don’t be discouraged if an edit doesn’t get many notes even when you spend a lot of time.  sometimes that just happens and it’s not a reflection of your skill at all dw.  as long as you’re creating stuff you’re growing and improving and that’s the most important part!

also here’s my tag for tutorials that i’ve made that have tips for gifs and a couple types of edits!

ask me graphic qs from this list