i don't know what this is i was playing with textures and things

anonymous asked:

Hello! I really love your work and I was wondering what kind of brushes you use for coloring and lineart? Anyway, I hope you have a nice day!!

Hey there, thanks so much! I use Paint Tool SAI, and have a brush set downloaded and installed that gives me a lot of extra brushes that don’t come with the default program! You can download it here, if you want it, it’s got some cool stuff in it!

So the first one I use is the normal Ink pen, with the size somewhere between 4 and 20, depending on how big the drawing is! I don’t really change the brush size while inking, so all my lines are really just the same consistency (line weight isn’t something I really worry about very much in my art?? lol whoops) I also sketch with the Ink pen.

The other I use is the Nib Pen, and I use it when I want lines with a more traditional / rough texture! I draw with it between the size 4 and 9, and I usually play around with the density of the texture (Crust, in this case) until it’s the right amount of crispy for me, haha! I sketch with this too!

I mostly color/shade/render with the Ink tool, but when I want to add glowy effects or make it look slightly more painterly, I use the Wet Brush with the Tonto texture, cuz I like the square/glitch look it gives, I think it’s really cool, haha!

Coloring is my Least Favorite Part of the drawing process, so I don’t really have any fancy Tips or Tricks. These are the layouts I’ve come to use the most after experimenting a lot with the density/blending settings of the brushes!

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I got some asks about my process so here are some shots i took of my last drawing. My sketches are an ugly mess haha sometimes i skip the line part depending on style, I start shading each part separately in different layers so i can adjust colors/values/play with gradients, textures and curves during the process and when i’m happy with the overall look I merge it and start painting over the whole thing, this may not be a good example but i hope someone finds it useful  

ur-favorite-pincushion  asked:

I'll be at work at 6pm, so I can't ask then :'( I'd actually be really interested seeing more things abut Shino Aburame. I also enjoy Ibiki Morino (don't judge me too hard plz.) For Shino I'd like to hear your take on what it would be like to have sex as a member of the Aburame clan. Their bodies aren't only theirs, so I've always wondered. Also, Shino is my waifu5ever <3 As for Ibiki, I feel like he'd be into S&M. Especially as the head of torture and interrogation. So... Sub vs. Dom Ibiki?

Yeeeeeah baby! First request and I hope I didn’ disappoint. Sorry you had to be my first, @ur-favorite-pincushion, but I had to pop the cherry somehow. Put a lot of thought into this one cuz I didn’ know if ya wanted a generalization of the clan itself or just some Shino headcanons. There ain’t enough love for this bug boy, I can tell ya that right now. Ibiki, what a man what a man, was another challenge cuz I got conflicted on it. I don’t see him just being satisfied with *just* S&M, so I went a bit deeper. Still, had fun, and the first time is always the hardest, right? Feedback is always appreciated! Hope you like it! <3

Shino NSFW and Ibiki BDSM Headcanons

Originally posted by temariiz

SHINO ABURAME

• If you’re inquiring whether or not the bugs stay in his body or not, then don’t worry, they do. Unless that’s your thing in which case you may make Shino lose whatever erection he had just so he can tell you the common mating habits of his bugs. You might even forget that they’re in there just, chillin’. So, basically, just don’t mention the bugs until after the hard love-making session just to avoid the risk of killing the vibe and getting a nude entomology lesson. It’s not as sexy as it sounds.

• A lot of the time it is you initiating sex. It takes work to seduce bug-boy but dang, is it worth it. Your first plan of attack should be wearing clothes with a softer, smooth texture to them like silk. Loves the smoothness. Wearing earthy colors and even just wearing comfortable clothes that show off some leg will get his attention. You know you have it when you walk by him and his head follows you. Another, more recent discovery, is perfume. Floral scents. That gets him buzzing. Nothing overbearing, but light and flowery leaves him shook. Walk to the bedroom and he’ll be bound to follow you.

• In accordance to scent, different perfumes will garner different reactions. Some make him more ‘affectionate’, like holding your hand or kissing just under your ear when in private. All in private of course. Others tend to make him heady and maybe a little handsy. It, at this point, shouldn’t come as a surprise that he enjoys the smell of sex. The muskiness of it just relaxes him after the act. Just be careful with the perfume thing, otherwise he’ll be picking your shampoo so you can smell like a damn meadow. Your original shampoo and conditioner will conveniently be replaced with whatever he chose.

Originally posted by blackspringwhite

IBIKI MORINO

• First, you have to build up to this point in your sex life before he even considers it. He plays games with you already in bed that leaves you aching and trembling without the whole (BD)SM factor built in. It’s the little things, y'know? For instance, teasing and edging, and if you are up for it, sensation play. Anything that gets you riled up and begging is fun for him. Hell, you getting pissed is almost downright hilarious for him, not that you’d be able to tell from his stony face. Slowly, ever so slowly, you’ll both work up to a point where he sits you down across from him and it honestly feels like you are being interrogated.

• Deadass serious, he’ll ask if you wanted to try some venturing into BDSM territory, and if you’re eager and enthusiastic, he will look a little softer before his face hardens again. Now, you may wonder why the hell he’s not whipping you the next session of sex and only bringing handcuffs, Ibiki will scoff. Tells you it’s something you build up. After that new round of sex and some aftercare, he tells you he made an appointment to bring you to a seminar that helps teach beginners. Listen, BDSM is psychologically a hard, fun thing to do and it has to be done right down to the flogs. Ibiki is a sadist, but he won’t push beyond what you want to try. There is a HUGE difference between a doeskin flog and a latigo flog, so seminars will help you understand that this isn’t something you can just nose dive into. He will emphasize multiple safewords and gestures, and scenes will always be discussed before and after the act. There’s no spontaneous s&m scenes, Ibiki doesn’t believe in those. He also doesn’t care for being called ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ or 'Mister’. Calling him by his name is just as fine

• Aftercare is super important, and he’ll ask (interrogate) you on how you’re feeling, what you want to drink, how good you were, etc. He’s thorough in cleaning you up, and it’s one of the rarer times he’ll let you snuggle up on him.

• Psychologically speaking, Ibiki isn’t always comfortable with mixing his work and home life. Preferably he’d rather keep the two seperate, so you’ll have to learn that he isn’t always in the best headspace to be doing any type of super kinky stuff in the bedroom. He knows himself very well in the fact that if he’s not in the right head space he won’t be tying you up. If you insist, he’ll scowl at you and retire to bed. So, don’t push him.

anonymous asked:

Hey fee!! Um, I know you've answered asks about this before, but what are some signs or things that could be linked to autism? Or like how can you tell if you may or may not be autistic? (And like if you don't wanna answer this it's okay I can look through your old asks) 💙💙💙

it’s no problem really…the biggest ones that come to mind are

  • social Complications….not necessarily social anxiety (although that pretty often coincides) but just like..trouble keeping track of the conversation, difficulty discerning sarcasm or very dry senses of humor, interpreting things literally, excessively draining experiences socializing, total lack of interest in smalltalk, poor understanding or total loss at discerning social “cues” like eye contact and when it might be impolite to say something or forgetting basic greetings/pleasantries, aversion to touch (there’s a LOT more but those seem to be the common ones)
  • less common or less socially acceptable body posture and motor skills, like walking on the balls of your feet or holding arms in a position that people might perceive as strange even (bent at the elbows but facing upright, for instance, or keeping your wrists always turned in towards your chest), stimming (most commonly or at least most stereotypically in the form of hand flapping, rocking, and spinning)
  • sensory issues, could be including any of the senses (there are a lot more than 5 btw), issues with bright lights and loud noises are very common, as are aversions to certain textures (food, clothing, you name it) and smells, sensory overload
  • some kind of averse reaction to extreme social situations or overload, like a meltdown or shutdown (meltdowns are outward reactions and shutdowns are inward, they’re worth googling to see if you’ve ever had one)
  • autism requires that like a significant and consistent part of your life be affected by these symptoms, and you obviously don’t need to have all of them and they present in different ways in different autistics but you should have…more than just some of them, and they should span the categories of social, motor, and sensory symptoms to a certain degree (not to make you go on checking boxes or anything bc i really don’t believe in “this is how autistic you must be to be autistic” but like you there’s plenty of symptom overlap so like if your symptoms are exclusively social and you have absolutely no issues whatsoever with motor and sensory stuff, there’s probably a better diagnosis out there for you. that’s all i really mean).

less talked about symptoms (that we should talk about more):

  • using “scripts” to plan out a conversation or stick to the “rules” for a social situation (resulting in panic when someone else goes off script, leaving you high and dry and fucking confused)
  • difficulty maintaining hygiene (could be due to sensory issues like “i can’t STAND the feeling of toothpaste on my teeth” or could be due to executive dysfunction ((pls see the spoon theory)) or some combination of both)
  • a need to have everything organized “just so” and confusion or extreme distress when the organization is somehow violated
  • difficulty identifying your own feelings, like knowing you feel “bad” but not knowing if you’re angry, sad, hurt, jealous, etc
  • very high empathy, creating attachments to treasured possessions or animals and having a strong emotional bond with them
  • special interests (difference between an interest and a Special Interest: special interests are usually researched to the point of you being An Expert in your topic and are pretty much the activity that brings you the most joy in life) and infodumping about your special interest (bc it feels really great to just Drop Your Knowledge about it)
  • often having another mental illness or disorder, anxiety and ocd are both super common
  • feeling stiff and sort of robotic
  • echolalia (repeating words/phrases over and over again, usually a form of verbal stimming bc it’s fun)
  • synesthesia (usually linked to sensory issues but not necessarily)
  • feeling like you’re playing a role when you’re socializing, so you appear “normal” to no-autistic people
  • digestive irritation and gastrointestinal disorders
  • “inappropriate” or uncommon reactions, like laughing when you feel sad or having a “resting bitch face” even when you feel quite happy, people ask you questions like “why do you look so angry” and you have no idea what they’re talking about because you’re not angry and you don’t know how to “not look angry”
  • dissociation and dissociative episodes, sometimes linked to memory problems (like tuning out in times of extreme social stress and having sort of like blackouts when you’re shutting down)
  • needing very specific step by step instructions, have a lot of difficulty following very broad instructions (like being totally clueless when someone says “clean the house” and needing the clarification of “wash the dishes, do the laundry, vacuum the floors”)

birothedragon  asked:

so this is in reference to your "including autistic people in more different roles" post. i'm a writer and am trying to be more diverse in my writer, but i'm not autistic so don't know really how an autistic person would act in certain situations. do you have accurate references or ideas or others i could talk to so i could more accurately write autistic characters?

Hey! I don’t have much for actual professional writing reference (aside from my brother J who’s not really comfortable talking about it), but I think there’s a few key things to keep in mind about autistic (specifically high-functioning) autistic characters:

  1. Make their character first, and adapt their spectrum to reflect that character. I don’t mean add autism as an afterthought, I mean that a character with autism will still have the same kinds of life experiences as any other kind of character. Unless you’re writing specifically about that character’s autism (which you shouldn’t really do unless you have lots of research), you should learn how autistic people adapt to everyday situations, professions, and other aspects of life.
  2. Autistic people aren’t super-geniuses, they hyperfocus. This is obviously not true for all, but a common denominator in people with high-functioning autism is that they will often focus on one particular thing to the point of having extreme knowledge about that topic. This could be (using my brother as an example) a broad topic, such as video games, or a more specific subject like Super Smash Bros. Whatever the subject, you can bet that they’re happy to talk for hours on end about every fact and detail they know. And they will know it. J has like fifteen million facts and figures about Super Smash Bros characters in his head and he has like 99% accuracy with them. As for the super-genius part, people on the spectrum have the same capacity for intelligence as anyone else. Their hyperfocusing does make it easier to study in a specific field, but it’s not anything superhuman. Writing example: A knight who has studies every conceivable aspect of swordplay. They can tell you the best sword to use against any other weapon, which moves or body positions are best for what battle situation, the style and composition of any blade you show him, and (with much excitement) a play-by-play of the most famous sword duels of recent history.
  3. Autistic people are not emotionless or sociopathic. They simply have a hard time understanding abstract logic and empathy. This is in opposition to the edgy sociopath depiction of autism *cough Sherlock cough*. J gets emotional and recognizes when others are upset. At a younger age he didn’t pay as much attention to this due to him having sensory overload a lot of the time, but as he’s grown he’s begun learning more and more about hurting other people’s feelings, reading the mood of a room, and recognizing when his actions are inappropriate or awkward. He still has a hard time with the fact that people act irrationally because of those emotions, even when he himself does it, but it’s a process that even non-spectrum people struggle with. Writing example: The leader of a squad who is able to help the rest of the team focus on the mission because while she knows x character has recently died, grieving should be saved for after the mission. Afterwards, she calmly talk as best she can with the grieving team members, but know it is best to let them do so among themselves.
  4. Autistic people mature. A lot of fiction paints autism as an infantilizing or mentally diminishing, keeping them in a child-like state of mind, preventing them from socializing or integrating into society. J is a senior in high school, prepping for college next year almost entirely on his own. He’s gained a great group of friends who he invites over for board games, he gets invited to parties, he’s made friends in his school’s baseball team as their statistician. The dude’s got more friends that I do! He knows how to clean stuff and bathe himself like anyone else, and while he can’t cook, again, that’s absolutely normal. Writing example: The boss of a local knick-knack store. That’s it. They run the shop, do the sales, socialize with customers. After hours, they may love organizing everything on the shelf in a hyper-specific way, or perhaps they go on an internet forum and talk about the latest computer hardware late into the night.
  5. Autistic people do get hypersensitive, but they can learn how to deal with it. Hypersensitivity could be reactions to loud noises, a touch or a texture that feels wrong, a flash or pattern of light or color, even taste and smell can overwhelm them and make it difficult to process other things. On top of that, they can become sensitive to their own emotions, and a simple brief moment of upset for a NT person can become a massive breakdown. This is most obvious in early childhood, where the child will become inconsolable for long periods of time due to simply not being able to process anything else. J had to have a good couple years of professional child therapy before he was able to get past this stage, but as he grew to better comprehend language and his own mind, and I and the rest of his family learned how to talk to him, this became less and less frequent. Autistic people will learn coping methods for their hypersensitivity, typically either with growing out of it (J simply became less sensitive to loud noises and pain like any person would), or learning to mitigate the effects (taking themselves out of a high-sensory location, wearing earplugs, etc). The only time they might have a meltdown in this stage is if they are unable to have access to these coping methods. Writing example: An explorer who carries a velvet cloth with them during desert journeys to counteract the rough sand textures. They might also use the cloth to protect their hand before holding rough objects like stone statues or a crank for a gate.

These are some major bits I can think of right now, but there are lots of little nuances and variations from this. I think the main takeaway is that autistic people are just as varied as anyone else. Write your characters with depth and complexity, give them reasons for doing what they do, and you’ll often find that the autistic characters will find you!

so uh I haven’t touched this blog for a while but I wanted to describe the most terrifying experience of my fucking life that happened while playing Subnautica

few clarifications: I last played this game like, September 2016. IT HAS UPDATED SIGNIFICANTLY SINCE THEN. I also decided to play it on “creative mode” aka “invincible fun time mode” because I just wanted to ~have fun and explore the new stuff~, you know?

So, I haven’t kept up with the updates. The story bit of the game has bulked up significantly since I last played, and there’s much more direction now if you want it, which is nice; the icons are all cleaned up and such, a lot more stuff is textured, the cyclops can apparently be lit on fire, yada yada. I went ‘sploring and found a couple new faces, an electric eel type boy and a warp warp man. (Ultimate goal is to go up and scan a reaper but I am still???? too scared??? i literally cannot take any damage in this mode but the deep and ancient part of me that remembers being prey on the serengeti says DONT)

(subnautica is very good at VAGUE ANXIOUS ENVIRONMENTAL FEAR while also being very lovely to look at, and really grinds deep into the gray matter of Terror of the Deep, it’s very very good and I hatelove it)

anyway I started taking screenshots of the koosh zone while exploring/picking up samples for my soon-to-be-ultimate-creature-zoo, because this game can be very pretty

anyway after digging around a bit i discovered a TRENCH. i did not screenshot the trench because i did not realize i was about to have to fight for my very existence on this good earth.

did i enter the trench? of course I entered the fucking trench. there’s no crush damage in this mode and the game told me there was some sort of Big Energy Signature nearby. Down I went.

….and went. For 6000 meters. NOTHING. Except a kind of shelf at one point that I went and got under. (this minor detail is going to be crucial)

anyway at 6km i decided fuck it, i’ve held down on the s key for like 5 minutes, if i’m gonna plumb these depths i need to come back with my big boy sub. so i went back up. got to 3000 meters.

hey remember that little shelf i went under well turns out it was a ROCK CEILING 3000 METERS DEEP and i had gotten so turned around in the plumbing process that I couldnt fucking find the way out, it was all barren rock ceiling, no way back up even when i searched around and around and probably criscrossed my own path trying to map out featureless rock, i was boned as heck

OR…. WAS I….

said my own thoughts, because i happened to have in my possession a TERRAFORMER and as all good subnautica boys and girls know that thing can dig big ol holes in rock.

so… trapped 3000 meters below solid rock… i did what any sensible extrastellar refugee would do and decided to TUNNEL MY WAY BACK UP

leaving my trusty seamoth behind, i began to tunnel…. about 2000 meters through solid rock, in complete blackness, clicking frantically in the darkness, probably crying

(listen, i had some good eggs and scans in my inventory and i didn’t want to LOSE them by resetting, you gotta understand)

about 1km from the surface, i finally encounter open water!! i’ve done it!! i thought, foolishly, to myself. i brought out my seaglide and began to zoom up only to find

1. this was not open water

2. this was a cave

3. this was a giant cave filled with lava

4. subnautica has LAVA CAVES NOW???

5. the game was perhaps not totally sure about my method of getting INTO said lava cave, and didn’t seem prepared with some of the textures

by the way, IN ADDITION TO IT BEING A GIANT LAVA CAVE, there were like… structures down there?? which again I was not prepared for because I have not played this game in like 6 months?? but the textures wouldn’t load?? so I just got these really scary ominous unknown pieces of architecture that i was in no way prepared for and had no idea how they were supposed to look?? and everything was red?????

also because the textures weren’t loaded it was extremely difficult to tell what you could pass through and what you couldn’t, so i was basically ping ponging through invisible walls and wanting to cry because i tunneled 2000 meters thru solid rock and i was gonna die in badly rendered hell anyway

did i mention also, the noises

did i mention that there were a lot of VERY DISTRESSING SOUND EFFECTS IN THIS CAVE

and then, through the invisible walls, i saw the friend who was making them!!!

it’s hard to tell from this screenshot but that is a VERY. LARGE. BOY. TOO LARGE.

at this point ya boy koryos was basically like ready 2 ascend from this mortal plane. what is going on. WHAT AM I LOOKING AT. VERY DISTRESSED. ALSO WHATS THT THING IN THE CORNER

ok so i stopped trying to penetrate the invisible walls eventually and tried to burrow my way out again except APPARENTLY you cant burrow through LAVA which was STUPID anyway i was still very trapped

but i explored a bit and found……. this??

insert fuel crystal???

this mystery device bore all the hallmark of a Lazy Concept Sci Fi Warp Gate which was exciting to me because by god i was ready to be anywhere but there, in hell. but i didnt have a “fuel crystal” and it definitely wasn’t part of the game back in the center. But no problem!! This is creative mode!! I can just build a base down in hell!! A hell base!! Where I can craft anything I want!!!

so i made a base and a fabricator but uhhhhhhhhhhh there was no “fuel crystal” on the item list. so at this point it had been like an hour of desperate sweaty anxiety and i was like fuck it, i’ll console command it in, i just need…… freedom…… (without losing any of those good good scans)

anyway i looked it up and got the ~oddly pixelated crystal~, which powered up the warp

please… just take me somewhere that’s not red… that’s all i ask……

what

SO NOW IM HERE

“HERE”

THIS WASNT PART OF THE GAME IN SEPTEMBER, I HAVE NO IDEA WHATS HAPPENING AND IM STILL SCARED

anyway i believe i accidentally stumbled on some plot because i found a “control room” set to deactivate the “weapon” but a tentacle boy didn’t want to “deactivate” it because i was “““infected”““

mind you im still fucking… 69 m under the water…. 69 huh? i just noticed that in the screenshot nice

ANYWAY I WAS STILL TRAPPED LOST AND SCARED IN ALIEN HELL

anyway to make a long story short after getting lost about ten more times i FINALLY found an exit to the neon labyrinth and nearly cried when i saw my bud warp warp man outside

now that i was outside i could finally appreciate the fact that this shit was dope as hell, look at how cool that is, I LOVE MYSTICAL RUINS AND SHIT LIKE THIS

also it was connected to an island???? i thought subnautica was all about not having land???? anyway let’s just drop a beacon for later i need to get back to my fucking base and lie down to contemplate the ether for 6 hours

READY TO GO

100% SURE IM READY TO ESCAPE THIS NIGHTMARE

and so i survived the incident in which i was never in any actual peril, both in a real and virtual sense, but was still very distraught and very sweaty about, 10/10 would recommend subnautica to a friend

anyway i went on tumblr to soothe myself afterwards which was a MISTAKE because the monteray bay aquarium reminded me that there is no escape from the eldritch horrors of the ocean

THE END.

If anyone wants to know what ADHD is like
  • It's feeling yourself talking too much or too loud and not being able to stop.
  • It's having a super short temper and trying to figure out ways to hold it in.
  • It's not being able to focus when someone talks to you for more than 60 seconds.
  • It's constantly being scared of going to work because when if you can't focus on a customer? What if you can't focus on your bosses instructions?
  • It's having to constantly remind yourself that numbers matter and the future is real so you don't spend all of your money in one day.
  • It’s constantly playing “what’s least dirty” because you ran out of clothes last month and you keep forgetting to wash them.
  • It’s actually remembering to wash your clothes for once, but letting them mildew in the washer for a week because you forgot to move them.
  • It’s forgetting to brush your teeth or put on deodorant for days.
  • It’s not being able to clean anything because your mind can’t decide what to do first.
  • It’s then spending two hours going through a single stack of papers on your desk.
  • It’s being late to work every day for a month because you literally can’t remember where you put your car keys or wallet.
  • It’s constantly putting off a something simple because the steps involved seem overwhelming or time consuming.
  • It’s realizing that you had meant to follow up on something a day later, and two weeks have passed.
  • It’s not being able to have a simple conversation with someone when the tv is on.
  • It's getting so obsessed with something it's all you can talk about for months.
  • It's not being able to eat certain food because of the texture and going weeks only eating one kind of food.
  • It's not being able to borrow school supplies when you forgot a pen because you know the way you fidgit in class will break it.
  • It's years of your life that just don't exsist in your memory.
  • It's having to be really insistent on getting plans from people so you can make notes and reminders so you won't forget.
  • It's the fact that just to type this I had to pause my music and turn off my noise machine so I could try to focus on the words.
  • So people who say ADHD isn't real can go to hell. You have no idea.
  • (Similar to ticklemetuesdays post but I added some things I feel)

redridingharlot  asked:

I have recently become blind and this is probably the hardest thing on me. I'm 23 I was getting my shit together to be independent and on my own and now I can't do anything without help, I can't even cross the street on my own because our crosswalks aren't all auditory. I used to be a very visual person, I read a lot i wanted to be a writer. Now I don't know what to do because without my eyesight I'm nothing. And this probably sounds like I'm feeling sorry for myself but no one I know gets it

Hey! Don’t worry about that at all, absolutely not. This is a perfect place to talk about it, and it’s perfectly OK. Most people experience the exact same thing at first, so the first thing I can say right away is that you are definitely not the only one and almost all of us have been there. Almost everybody, even those of us who have grown up blind, end up having this phase at one point or another in our lives, usually when we first go blind or begin to approach adulthood as blind teenagers. It’s almost guaranteed for most people, so I can definitely tell you that so many of us understand and are more than happy to support you.

So the first thing I’m going to do is actually link you to a post a question I answer the other day. The first paragraph or so it’s actually about guide dogs, but the rest can apply to everybody and has some incredibly useful information, and I would 100% urge you to check all of that out online and just read as much as you can from the links and the information and the paragraphs above them. The post has a lot of really important information that can help you out a lot, and if you don’t have a screen reader or another way to make reading easy on you, definitely have a friend or relative read through it with you.

https://actuallyblind.tumblr.com/post/161562086251/hey-im-not-completely-blind-but-i-am-badly

And next, what I’m going to say is that there is a way to do almost absolutely everything as a blind person and that you do not have to feel like you can never be independent or successful. I can tell you right now that I cross streets on my own every day all day, and have done so for several years, and so do hundreds and hundreds of other blind people I know and know of. Fun fact, you actually don’t need auditory street lights to cross streets all on your own. There is actually a way to cross streets by just following the sound of traffic. That sounds really intimidating and strange at first, but think about what sighted people do when they cross the street: they look at the light, right? But what does that light mean? When the light is red, it’s usually because they were cars crossing in front of them, right? And when the light is green, it means that the perpendicular traffic has stopped and now the Paramount traffic is going, leaving the crosswalk open, right? So blind people actually use the traffic the same way sighted people do, only we follow the cues of the traffic it’s self rather than the lights that are telling the traffic what to do. When you go to training or get some orientation and mobility Kane training, this is one of the most important things you learn, how to cross streets. You learn how to recognize the sound of traffic crossing in front of you and how to recognize the sound of traffic passing parallel to you, and how to figure out how close the traffic is or if a car is turning. Most of us after we learn how to cross streets all on her own don’t even bother with auditory crosswalks anymore, because the sound of the traffic is far more reliable.

So there really is a way to do everything. We cross the street by using the sounds of the direction of the traffic, we cook by using spatulas and stirring spoons as sort of stovetop canes to know where the pots and pans are and to find a handle without touching anything hot first, and hovering our hands well above the heat source to determine if the burner is actually on or not and if it seems hot enough to use. Will use those spoons and spatulas to get a feel for the texture of whatever we’re cooking to know if it’s done or not, if the noodles are still hard and stiff, if the meat is still soft and squishy, and everything else. We use tiny little labeling dots on some of our appliances that do not have markings already, for instants washers and dryer’s with Diles. We mark the spot that we want each child to be turned to whenever we use the machine, or we mark a handful of buttons on microwave that we regularly use, or mark the spot on the dishwasher dial that needs to be activated at the usual setting. We read using auditory screen-reading software on phones and computers, or using braille either on paper or through an electronic device that can be connected via Bluetooth to phones and computers and tablets. We write using computers or braille writer’s, take notes in class using computers and braille writer’s, read books the same way reread everything else. Will use apps and clothes pins to organize her clothes and remember what color somethings are, free tiny money reading devices from the Bureau of engraving him to read bills, and the edges of coins to know the value of those. We have a technique for holding a tray of food while still using a cane, techniques for shopping at the grocery store, techniques for Reading our mail on our own.

So when I say there is a way to do nearly everything, there really is a way to do nearly everything. We work, we go to school, we hang out with her friends, we play sports, we talk and laugh and have a good time, we play games, we live independently without a single sighted person around to assist us, and we do it all safely and just as easily as anybody else. This isn’t to say that your fear is unreasonable, because you didn’t know that. This is to give you hope, to let you know that it’s really not as bad as it probably feels right now and that we can help you learn how to get through it just like we did. I promise that you do not ever have to live your life being dependent on your parents or not being able to go to school or move out or have a life of your own. I 100% promise and swear that it will never have to be like that if you don’t want it to be. Life after blindness is not hopeless and it is not sad and useless and I promise that the media has always been wrong. There is a way to live exactly the life you always wanted, I promise you.

Now, I can’t explain how to do everything, so again I would look through the post I linked to because there’s a ton of links and information on the other post that can give you a whole ton of resources and information that will change your life, but hopefully this was a good start. Please don’t hesitate to ask questions or come talk to me privately or anything else, and I wish you the absolute best of luck.

Breakdowns of some of my Autistic Characters so that I don't screw this up! :O

(So I sorta tried to cover things that I noticed were mostly what made autistic people, well, autistic, but I really hope these aren’t coming across as offensive! :O ) And sorry it’s so bloody long! 

Meghan Cerne, 29, French.
Stimming: Playing with hair/rubbing scalp, entertaining self by reciting her favourite films (usually Greek myth movies), healing magic strands (they’re pretty, golden, make a nice sound, and have a visually stunning flow to them).
Sensitivities: Textures on skin (she hates the feeling of make-up particularly), extremely sensitive to pain, noise, and bright lights.
Special Interest: Languages, Ancient Greece/Greek Myths
Social Skills: Though seemingly very social, she gets distracted when catching someone’s eyes and tends to talk too much. Likewise, she also jumps between one of several languages she knows mid-conversation without knowing it and will often quote things out of context when they mean something particular to her.
Other notes: Has a strong idea of how she wants things to go and reacts negatively when things don’t go that way, mostly by becoming confrontational and grumpy.

Eliza Drakes, 21, Canadian
Stimming: Brushing her bangs out of her face, pinching her ear when overwhelmed, pointing at things randomly (mostly to get that beautiful flicking sensation in her finger, less so for actually pointing at something), ASMR (aural stimming).
Sensitivities: Very insensitive to busy sights, pain, hunger, and exhaustion, which leads to her being malnourished and depressed alot of the time. She’s also very sensitive to pressure and enjoys weighted clothes and being held very tightly. 
Special Interest: Species of crow/raven, family history
Social Skills: Difficulty empathising with others, anti-social, disjunct speech patterns (she thinks in fragments and her fragmented speech is her way of putting those thoughts in an understandable order as best as she can), desperate need for routine.
Other notes: Is easily overwhelmed, doesn’t have many meltdowns (but gets unfortunately self-destructive when it does happen), perhaps a sense of justice that is far too strong/black and white perspective, has regular shutdowns. Has her coat and sword as comfort items, and loves milk but only 2%.

Steph Nashi, 19, Japanese
Stimming: Pressure stimming with tight, constricting clothing (like corsets), hitting things (drumming), touching herself/doing the honhon, scratching at her shoulders/elbows/knees.
Sensitivities: Extremely sensitive to heat, gets uncomfortable and loudly complains in way-too-hot areas. Also hyposensitive to sound, doesn’t hear things usually the first couple of times until attention is brought over.
Special Interests: Fashion/make-up, hair styling, very specifically jungle beat drumming.
Social Skills: She’s overly extroverted, never usually understanding the concept of personal space. She often talks over people, makes far too many sarcastic remarks without realising she’s actually being rude, but eventually she usually does find the flow of the conversation.
Other notes: Also has strong ideas of how she wants things to go, though when they don’t go that way she becomes aggressive and feels the need to hit things. At first those things were walls but she was taught to play drums and now uses them to vent her anger when things aren’t right.

Lauren Nashi, 19, Japanese
Stimming: Looking at shiny things and things with cool patterns for hours, ‘ticking’ (a sound she makes with her tongue), working on her motorcycle (especially when she gets to disassemble something), pulling her beanie over her face and muffling herself.
Sensitivities: Strong aversion to the smell of oil despite loving her workshop (hence all her air fresheners), hating any taste that is fruity, sweet, or sour, no vestibular sensitivities whatsoever and loves intense speeds and bumps.
Special Interests: Mechanics, motorcycles and cars, the Mad Max movies.
Social Skills: Lauren is far less social than her twin. She only associates with people when she wants to, otherwise mostly keeping to her work. She is often mistaken for mocking people or deliberately copying them but she is actually a person who needs to repeat statements to herself several times before comprehending them. If she is pressed for time, she won’t make much sense and will simply repeat the word followed by the first word that comes to mind for her.

Again, I hope these are actually okay for characters, if not please tell me cause I wanna do these badass ladies well! And thanks again! ^_^

Looks like you’ve put a lot of work into these characters! I think most of what you’ve written looks pretty good to me, but I can make a few comments to try to help you improve. :)

Meghan: Overall, she sounds quite realistic, especially the part about quoting things out of context (I do that all the time!). I do see one issue, though: multilingual people do not jump between languages without realizing it, especially if one of those languages is a native language. This is unrelated to autism, it’s just how human brains deal with languages. Someone who knows more than one language at a non-native level will never accidentally use their native language. However, what can happen is that when using a non-native language, they may accidentally use one or two words of a different non-native language when they are not speaking carefully. These are usually the “little” words that we don’t think about using, and they may slip out in the non-native language most recently or most commonly used. For example, I am fluent in both German and Czech. I speak Czech frequently, but I rarely use German these days. When speaking German to someone, a sentence might come out like:

“Ich habe eine Katze, ale keinen Hund.”

Most of this sentence is in German. However, the “little” connecting word (ale = but) is in Czech: “I have a cat (but) not a dog.” The correct word in German is “aber” - and that makes it all the more likely to use the wrong word, because they are very similar. If I make a mistake like this, I realize immediately that I’ve used the wrong word and correct myself. Similarly, German words might come to mind more slowly if I’ve been using mostly Czech for a while, and the Czech words might enter my mind instead, but I recognize them as Czech and don’t use them.

It is also possible for someone to make a mistake and use the wrong word in a language if they simply haven’t learned that word correctly, or think it’s the same between two languages but isn’t. And in writing, it’s possible for words which are similar between languages to be accidentally misspelled, using the wrong language’s spelling. Still, this is usually not overly common.

What doesn’t ever happen in real life is someone speaking one language then suddenly switching to another language for a while without realizing it. It just doesn’t happen. Characters on television shows or in films are sometimes shown to randomly pepper their (usually English) speech with words or phrases or sentences from another language (usually their native language), especially when emotional. This is not realistic and really doesn’t happen, at least not by accident. If I switch to English during a conversation in German or Czech, it’s intentional - either I’m speaking to people who are fluent in English and want to express something better expressed in English than the other language, or they don’t speak English and I want to say something without them understanding. This would feel very uncomfortable for me though - it’s quite rude to suddenly use a language you know someone doesn’t understand, and most people wouldn’t do it.

Eliza: I like her! The only thing I’m unsure about is the speech patterns, but I’d need to see an example to know precisely what you mean. Certainly the rest of it looks good to me, and I like the specific detail about the 2% milk. :)

Steph: Again, looks pretty good overall. The only thing I’m unsure about is how you say she eventually finds the flow of the conversation. This is not necessarily impossible, but feels odd to me - how would she “find the flow”? Autistic people generally aren’t able to just “go with the flow” or pick up on all that nonverbal communication allistics are so keen on. We typically develop “social skills” by finding and mimicking patterns and developing scripts which work in most situations. I’m having trouble imagining how she would “find the flow”. I’m not necessarily saying it’s impossible, just that without very specific feedback from the people she’s talking to, it’s hard to see her starting a conversation awkwardly then sort of “magically” adjusting to it.

Also, on the word extroverted: this is a commonly misunderstood and misused word. An extrovert is someone who derives energy from spending time with and interacting with other people. An introvert is someone who needs to be alone to recharge their energy. An extrovert can be very shy, and an introvert can be very outgoing - it’s to do with how they recharge, rather than how they behave around others. So Steph may be an extrovert and need to spend time with other people to get energy, or she may be a social introvert who is very outgoing but needs time alone to recharge.

Lauren: Most of this also looks good. A note on the wording though: being sensitive to something isn’t necessarily the same as being bothered by it. (For example, think of the most sensitive parts of your body - not necessarily unpleasant parts to be touched!) Sensitivity can be positive or negative. When you say she has no vestibular sensitivity but enjoys moving fast and being bounced around, I’d say she probably is sensitive to movement (otherwise she wouldn’t get any joy from it), just that it doesn’t bother her. She may be vestibularly understimulated and crave movement all the time. However, it’s fine that she’s not bothered by all this type of movement. She may be hyposensitive.

I hope this is helpful feedback for you. Best of luck with your badass ladies - I’d love to read this story! :D

-Mod Aira

A note about Eliza : generally speaking, when you really enjoy a sensory stimuli and crave it, it is because you are undersensitive to it and need more input, not because you are hypersensitive. Adding a stimulation you’re hypersensitive to is generally painful (because you have some kind of “maximum threshold” that is met very quickly when you’re hypersensitive), though it is better when you can control it yourself and decide exactly how you are exposed to it.

-Mod Cat

coffeesugarcream  asked:

For the fic prompt thing - okay, this may sound veeery specific but...Feyre and Rhys helping Lucien to heal and defending him from Tamlin's manipulative influence? I don't know the contest or anything but HOW cute

Bless your soul for this prompt. I always love writing about my ginger child. (This… got a bit out of hand.)

Found on AO3 here!

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“Oh, like you’ve never –”

Feyre, two floors above and distracted by the note she’s writing to Rhys, still flinches at the snarl that cuts Lucien off. Tamlin takes issue with others mouthing off to him as much as any High Fae, and Lucien has been very mouthy indeed of late.

It’s been three months. Three months of planning and plotting. Three months of pretending to shudder at the very mention of her mate’s name. Three months of simpering and placing her lips on Tamlin’s cheek when needed and resisting the urge to disembowel him.

A lot has changed in three months. Cassian’s almost completely recovered, though he isn’t flying yet, and it’s doubtful whether he ever will; Elain’s started a garden of moonlace and jasmine on the roof of Rhys’s home in Velaris; Azriel and Mor are evidently, in Rhys’s words, “a thing.”

And Lucien…

Feyre isn’t sure whether it was her return that triggered the change, or the discovery of his mate, or maybe even the banishment of Ianthe, but something like a flame – bright and vibrant as his hair – has been rekindled in Lucien. She hadn’t realized it was gone until it was back. His eye no longer dulls, sweeps over her in hopeless despair. She catches him absentmindedly humming snatches of a folk tune, or playing a few tentative keys on the pianoforte, or braiding flowers into his hair. (She wonders how much he notices the mating bond; the flowers in question look remarkably similar to the ones Rhys describes Elain coaxing out of his roof.)

Of course, along with these changes comes a revival in Lucien’s quick tongue and sharp wit. She remembers it from her early days in the Spring Court, when it was directed at her.

Lucien, she thinks, has a knack for using it on exactly the people who will react the worst.

Just as her note disappears, Lucien storms into the room, slams the door behind him, and flings himself onto the couch. “That bastard is getting on my last nerve,” he growls.

Feyre shoots him a warning look. “Lucien –”

He waves a weary hand. “He’s out. Don’t know where. Meeting with Ianthe, for all I know. But not before…” The hand drops, and he rubs slightly at the blossoming bruise over his cheekbone.

Feyre hesitates, troubled. Lucien’s been invaluable in the past two months. He snapped a month after the Hybern fiasco, pushed back against Tamlin like he hadn’t since Under the Mountain. Afterwards, Feyre (still a bit reluctantly) tended his wounds as he muttered bitter words about what he wished he could do to change – all this, he said, change all this, everything he’s done.

She’d promised Rhys that she didn’t trust anyone at the Spring Court, but the genuine pain in Lucien’s face, the whirring of his golden eye as he made sure Tamlin hadn’t damaged it, cracked her composure. She told him. Not everything – not their plans, not details about the Inner Circle – but enough that she saw shock, then suspicion, then finally hope light his face. She explained about Rhys, what he was really like, why she was in love with him. Before Hybern, Lucien would’ve refused to believe it. Afterwards, he couldn’t ignore it.

“Mouthing off to him isn’t going to solve anything,” Feyre says, but her heart isn’t in it. She’s so relieved by the return of Lucien’s silver tongue that she would write a play just to hear him snark his way through the lines.

“I know, I know.” He lets out a frustrated sigh. “How do you do it? Just – keep quiet when he gets like this?” Feyre gives him a look. “All right, any time he opens his mouth?”

As she’s about to answer, Rhys’s response appears in midair and drops into her hand. “Like this,” she says, waving the page at Lucien. “Someone to talk to.” She feels a pang of unexpected sympathy. She knows Lucien wishes with all his heart that he could talk to Elain like she talks to Rhys, but that’s just not possible.

Lucien rubs his eyes. He looks tired. Not tired the way he did before – not hopeless – just bone-weary. “Maybe I should start writing to him, if he’s that pleasant of a correspondent.”

Feyre laughs again, but it isn’t as genuine as before. Since they allied, Lucien’s been taking the brunt of Tamlin’s outbursts. He doesn’t have daemati powers, and Feyre can’t always be with him to soothe Tamlin’s fury, tweak his thoughts. And that isn’t even taking into account the pain of being without his mate and the aftereffects of the months between Under the Mountain and Hybern. Lucien’s spirit is unquenched, but constant stress erodes even the hardest of hearts. And, Feyre thinks, that would not quite be the word to describe Lucien’s heart. It’s softer – like gold, perhaps:  resilient and invaluable, but able to be marked even by the slightest pressure.

“Lucien?”

“Hmm?” He glances at her, the note in her hand, and away again.

“If…” Feyre hesitates. “If there was a chance to leave the Spring Court – I’m not saying there will be, but if – would you take it?”

Lucien’s silent for a moment. His fingers absently stroke the textured wood of his chair. “Where would I go?” he finally says. “Not to the Autumn Court.”

“What if you could go to the Night Court?” Feyre asks carefully.

Lucien’s eyes snap to her, fingers stilling. In the silence, she can hear his golden eye whirring, adjusting and readjusting, seemingly unable to focus on her. “What?”

Feyre almost winces at the rawness in his voice. “You heard me.”

“I would take the chance,” Lucien finally says. “If I could.”

“I’ll remember that,” Feyre says, her voice quiet.

*************

She’s very nearly too late.

Afterwards, she thinks she should’ve seen it coming – should’ve seen how fast Tamlin’s sense was deteriorating, should’ve seen how vulnerable that left Lucien, the one within the blast range who didn’t have the powers of all seven High Lords.

Feyre hears Lucien’s scream from three floors away, and her blood runs cold. She winnows before she thinks about it, stepping through the fabric of space towards her friend. She can still hear the echo of his cry when the world resolves around her.

“Tam, please – please –”

“You’ve been spying for them!” Tamlin’s voice is all animal snarl, and his claws have burst through his knuckles. “Don’t try to deny it. After everything they did to Feyre – after they took your mate away –”

“You don’t understand, Tam.” Neither of them have seen Feyre yet, but she can see them. Tamlin has Lucien cornered, and – she feels a jolt of horror as she realizes that one of Tamlin’s knives, his Illyrian knives, is embedded in Lucien’s gut. His long, pale fingers are clenched over the steel, scarlet blood welling up between them. “Please, don’t do this. I’m your friend. I’m still your friend.”

“Liar!” Feyre sees, as if in slow motion, Tamlin pulling an arrow from his quiver and nocking it. Leveling it at Lucien’s heart.

Come. Now. That’s all the warning she’s able to give Rhys before she flings up her hand, and Tamlin’s arrow shatters against her shield.

“Don’t hurt him. Don’t you dare.” Darkness dances over her outstretched fingers, forming into talons for a moment before dissolving into shadow once more.

Tamlin whirls to face her. “Feyre? What…” The words die in his throat.

“Surprise,” Feyre snarls, the heavy wings only Lucien has seen before settling between her shoulderblades. “Touch him again, and you’ll pay in pain.”

“My, my, Feyre darling…” Unlike the first time he appeared in the Spring Court, there’s no clap of thunder, no lightning flash of darkness, that accompanies Rhys’s arrival. Instead, he simply steps to her side, straightening his lapels, his darkness winding into hers like a sweet caress. “Such manners. And to a High Lord, too. I never would have thought it of you. Oh, wait…” He gives her a wicked grin.

“Prick,” she murmurs affectionately. Thank you for coming so quickly.

Anytime, Feyre. He glances at her, violet eyes soft. I’ll always come to you when you call.

“You –” Tamlin nocks another arrow, but seems not to know who to point it at. “Fuck. Fuck. Get away from her, you bastard.”

“Tam,” Lucien croaks. He’s still bleeding, his face paling by the second. “Tam, for the Mother’s sake, leave it. You can’t – they’re mates, they’re in love. Let them be.”

You,” Tamlin snarls again, whipping around to face Lucien, dropping his bow and grabbing another of his knives, lunging at the red-haired Fae now that Feyre is distracted –

“Ah, ah, ah…” Rhys winnows between them with a sharp crack. “I think little Lucien’s suffered enough, don’t you?” Feyre stares, a smile growing slowly on her face, as Rhys turns around and carefully pulls Lucien to his feet. Then, as Lucien stumbles, his eyelids fluttering, Rhys (not without a small sigh) sweeps the other male into his arms. “Don’t read anything into this,” Feyre hears Rhys murmur to him. “This is the first and last time this will ever happen.”

“We’ll be leaving now, Tamlin,” Feyre says, striding over to join her mate and her friend. “Next time we see each other… you’d better have chosen the right side. Because if not, it’ll be the last.”

“Is that a threat?” he snaps, hands white-knuckled on his knife.

“No, Tam,” Feyre croons. At her command, the temperature and light in the room drop, as if the sun has gone out. “It’s a promise.”

Then she places a hand on Rhys’s shoulder, and they winnow.

anonymous asked:

Hi, Nikki! I really really love your graphics. They're so beautiful and aesthetic pleasing! If you don't mind, could you make a tutorial for this /post/145172474666/url-graphic-poedameron-want-one graphic (last picture), please? Thank you so much! (P.s. you're amazing person!)

Thank you! And sure, I can make one!! The only thing is…I have thousands of texture packs and I’m not positive which packs I pulled from for this graphic! Unfortunately, my computer crashed yesterday and I lost all my recent open photoshop files. So, I’ll tell you what I’ll do….I’ll make something similar and it will be like the same steps I went through to make the Poe graphic, alright?

Tutorial under the cut!

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Old Tricks {Maxwil}

Pairing: Survivor!Maxwell/Wilson
Summery: Old habits die hard, and making life more difficult for Wilson is one of the toughest to break. Shadow-clones, a little power-bottoming. A short fill for this request.

As much as he disliked the former king, he could no longer say that he hated him. Maxwell hadn’t changed, but he had been forced to show another side, living alongside Wilson like this.

It was getting late enough to start becoming concerned. Almost an hour had passed since the sun went down, blanketing the wilderness in a heavy sheet of darkness. Wilson couldn’t see more than a few paces outside of the light that the fire gave off, which was hardly enough to cover the tent, crock pot, and closest chests. As much as he wanted to turn in for some much needed sleep, Wilson’s anxiety wouldn’t allow him to rest without knowing what became of his campmate. The hard-headed former puppet-master had up and decided to go off on his own without so much as an excuse other than ‘I have to collect a resource.’ Damn him. Wilson snapped another twig, tossing it into the fire. If Maxwell wanted to go and get himself killed, that was his problem. What resource? They weren’t hurting for anything right now, not that he knew of. Food, wood, water, they had the basics at the least.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I'm mobile so I don't know if this is stated in your faq, but whenever you get a chance can you do a tutorial on how to get a tear texture for your container on your theme or know a tutorial to do so? Thank you!

hello there anon - and yes, sure thing!

I use tear/ripped/torn texture effects on a lot of my graphics - here’s an example of one of my large rp icons.

so the following will take you step by step through making the same effect on any graphic - which you can always use on your theme background ( as i have on this one! )

okay - so the following is how to create the effect using photoshop… I’ll show you how to do this on a ‘blank’ image, and then how you can pop a picture on the top so that your ‘tear’ effect is reusable!

1. create a new document, whatever size you like - usually make it a little bigger than you want the finished piece to be, because remember, you’re going to be ‘ripping’ a part off!

2. then create a new layer - it’s best to make this a colour so you can see what you’re doing clearly!  layer > new fill layer > solid color.  you will need to rasterize this - right click on the layer and click ‘rasterize layer’

we also need to get rid of the vector mask ( the white block on your layer thumbnail ) - just right click on the white block and choose ‘delete layer mask’.  this should leave you with only your color fill.

3. next, select the ‘lasso’ tool;

4. then draw a ‘squiggly line’ freehand across your canvas ( make sure your solid color layer is selected ).  when you’ve drawn the line, don’t let go as the selection will automatically join the two ends and look weird - you need to continue the line all the way around the outside of your canvas ( off to the side, along the top or the bottom ) and then back to the start…

5.  with your selection made - hit the ‘layer mask’ button ( the small grey icon with a white circle, third one in the image below )

which will add the selection to your color layer as a layer mask…

and your main image will look like this…

now we want to make the edges more ‘raggy’ to give the ‘torn’ effect…

6.  go to, filter > brush strokes > splatter.  set the ‘spray radius’ at between 10 and 15.  and set the ‘smooth’ between 8 and 10 - whatever suits your preference in the preview.  click okay to apply the splatter.  this will start to look more like a torn edge…

7. to add to the realistic effect, make sure your layer mask is selected on your color fill ( the white/black thumbnail ) and click on the ‘fx’ icon ( the second icon shown below )

and select ‘drop shadow’.

8. in the dialog box that appears, play with the selections ( distance, spread and size ) and the opacity until you get a ‘shadow effect’ on the preview that you like and click ‘ok’’.

9. now you have your torn template… to put an image over this, open your image and place the layer above your color fill.

this will probably cover your whole torn template.  right click on your image layer and select ‘create clipping mask’ - this links your image to the ‘torn’ area of your color fill… ( you can grab your image layer and resize it or move it around to get an effect you like inside the ‘tear’ )

NB/ if you’re using this in a background, just stop here and that’s it, save your image and you’re done!… if you want to save this for use in a post on tumblr, you will need to do 2 more steps!

10. you will now need to make the ‘white’ area of your image transparent, so that you can post it on any blog, with any colour background and not have the big white section making it look odd!  turn off your ‘background’ layer ( close the ‘eye’ icon next to your layer thumbnail )

and where the white section was, you should now see a ‘crosshatch’ effect - this is the transparent bit.

11.  now save your image but – make sure to save it as a ‘png’ and NOT a ‘jpeg’.  png’s support transparency, jpeg will just fill in the blank parts with white again.

here’s your finished image…

if you look at this on the dash, it appears fine against the white background, then look at it ( and the example at the top of the post ) on my blog, you can see it’s transparent against my grey background… 

and that’s it - creating a ‘torn’ effect on an image… :3

if this helps at all, a like or a reblog is much appreciated <3

What (You Do/You Have) That He Loves (Be My Princess Headcanon)
  • Willfred: Daydream. He can always tell when you are not paying attention, you still nod and reply at all the right times. But your eyes always look a bit different, a dreamy haze falling over them. He loves saying your name, watching you jump back to life and try to convince him that you were paying attention all along. "Were you dreaming of me, my princess?"
  • Joshua: Your Skin. He loves how soft and smooth it is, he's always eyeing any skin that happens to be showing when your not paying attention. It makes him feel so awkward, and perverted. And worst of all, he can't find any reassurance anywhere that this is normal. "Jan, bring me more books!"
  • Keith: Stand Up For Yourself. He loves it when you fight back, he loves that you don't put up with anything. You're so feisty sometimes, it's hard to imagine that you're actually a princess. Of course, every once in a while when you do need rescuing, he doesn't mind offering a hand. "Do you need some help, darling?"
  • Roberto: Hair. He loves the texture, the length, the color. He loves playing with your hair, and running his fingers through it. He loves the way it frames you face in the nighttime, the way it's wild in the morning sprawled all over the pillow. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!"
  • Edward: Your Smile. Everyone knows there's nothing more bewitching then a flower fairy's smile. Far lovelier than any sort of sensual appeal, your smile is full of innocence, naivety, and kindness. The very traits he aspires to see in himself. "I only ever wish to see you smile, my love."
  • Glenn: Eyes. They've never changed, it doesn't matter how old you get, or what you're doing, your eyes never change. They still light up when they see cake, and crinkle at the edges when you smile. In many ways, he feels like it's one of the things that has kept you two connected over the years. "No, I do not enjoy seeing you cry!"
  • -SKY
BTS - [NOW ] BTS in THAILAND (Photobook + DVD) (Limited Edition)

Hello beautiful people ~ I’m finally here with a new review. Yay ! It’s always a pretty nice surprise when I received package in the mail, so this fabulous photobook was a big one since I never really know when my stuffs came. I thought that I was going to wait until the end of the next, but not anymore.

I had the change to pre-order the photobook on Kpopmart before it came out of stock/out of print and since the publisher had no intention to reprint the photobook, I was like “Nope, I don’t care if I’m poor, I’m going to buy you piece of art”.
So, it was my first ordering from here. I like the fact that they send us a picture of the package before it got shipped.
It took my package 24 days to come and sadly the box where my photobook came was pretty damaged. I should have taken a picture of it. There has a big hole on it, and the book got slighly damaged since there was also a lack of bubble wrap and the box a bit too big.

As you can see on the picture, the texture of the cover is pretty nice with a lot of relief all over the photobook’s jacket. Or I don’t know how to name it so  ~

1. 화보집 콘텐츠 리스트(250P) 
BTS 1st PHOTOBOOK ALL DISC 01 : 
-Pt.1 Hotel Room 
-Pt.2 Resort 
-Pt.3 Sports 
-Pt.4 Pool
-Pt.5 Hotel at Night
-Pt.6 Pattaya
-Pt.7 BTS Top Model (Group Mission) 

SPECAIL FEATURE 
Interview : “NOW" 
Epilogue 
Special Thank to. 

2. DVD 콘텐츠 리스트 
DISC 01 : 
1. BTS PHOTOBOOK MAKING IN THAILAND 
2. SURPRISE MISSION IN THAILAND 

A little close up on the BTS official sticker on the back of the book’s jacket.

And this is how it looks like when you open the book’s jacket. 

The photobook also includes 3 postcards and a mini poster who’s around the same size as the photobook, 18,5 x 26 cm. 

Cover of the photobook. Yay ~ I didn’t forget about the DVD, I’m just going to talk about it in the last part of my review so (❁´◡`❁)
Godness, I’m going to talk about this fabulous photobook who contains 250 pages of pure gold. Also showing some of my favorite pictures of the book. And since the photobook is really thick, it was a bit hard to take beautiful pictures. I swear to god I tried my best to have good quality pictures ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)
Please, do not take, reblog or edit my pictures unless you ask for a permission first. 

The contents pages are so flashy seriously. There was also group photo on top.

Part 1. HOTEL ROOMAt the start of each part, there’s a camo design with the name of the ”chapter“. Also each of these pages got a different color ~

This is the 1st picture of the photobook. So much gold. And legs. There’s a lot of skin in this book tho. All of the photos are freaking beautiful, in high quality and all. There’s probably a couple part in the book where the pictures are in less quality because it was taken outside, in the dark. But still, they’re all so pretty anwsome ╮(─▽─)╭

Pretty Hobi (⊙△⊙✿)Jin & Jimin in the bath is one of my favorite part of the book ~

Part 2. RESORTThis is one of the part where the pictures are a bit low in quality, but they were taken during the night (as you can see on the DVD too) and they’re still pretty nice quality tho.I took more pictures of J-Hope. He’s one of my bias so I’m sorry for spamming you with is beautiful face (。≖△≖。✿)Flower boys ~

Part 3. SPORTSI think this is the part I took most of the pictures ~

J-Hope & Taehyung were playing Tennis.Rap Monster, Jin & Kookie were playing Ping PongFinally Suga & Jimin were playing Basketball.

Part 4. POOLSweet jesus lord oh I wish I had taken more pictures of this part. THIS IS MY FAV. So much gold, skin and half naked Kookie and Jimin in the pool. Pretty nice. I sound like a perverted noona ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)Jin being the princess he is (◡‿◡✿)

Part 5. HOTEL at NIGHTI really liked the concept of this part, even thought the quality is not at is best. But it’s better than nothing yo ~

Part 6. PATTAYA Oops ~ J-Hope again. And forever. Pretty boy.

Part 7. BTS NEXT TOP MODEL : GROUP MISSION

At the last pages of the photobook, the boys had a kind of mini interview, with all the same questions for each members and they had to choose there’s favorite picture, as you can see on the bottom corner ⊙ω⊙

The credits part. This picture is so fabulous ~

And finally, sweet god, the back of the photobook. I really liked the concept for their cover photobook. Took from their sport part ⊙△⊙

DVDIt took me around 2 days before listening to the DVD. I had so much feels when I got my photobook, so watching this was not in my top priorities. 
The DVD is an all region category, with english, japanses and korean subtitles and the duration of the disc is around 30 minutes. It contains the making-of of the photobook and the surprise mission, who was on their last part in the book.

I don’t know what to say… Haaa ! This was pretty nice to see the behind the scene for the photobook. They showed up the making of each part, and the boys chilling out at each locations. There were some part that was pretty funny too.
For their mission, the boys were seprarated in 3 groups : Jin & Suga, RapMon & J-Hope, and the maknae line, Kookie, Jimin and V. They had to chose a theme and a location for a photoshoot. And if I remember well, the winning team was going to have full pages with their pictures on it. The funiest thing is that Jin & Suga had like only 7 minutes to do their photoshoot, while the other boys had around 20 minutes.
For the winning team (☞゚∀゚)☞ I’m not going to tell you. Nah. I’m kidding. The maknae line won this run. 
They also talked about their experience in Thailand, how the mission was and all. 

At last, those 30 minutes were pure gold. And I couldn’t stop giggling like a little schoolgirl having a freaking crush. Like. Yeah. Help ಥ‿ಥ

FINALLY, I just wanted to say despite his price that was kinda expensive with the shipping, I don’t regret anything. Every A.R.M.Y need this piece of gold, or at least, watch it one time in your lifetime. I hope to see more from the boys and up until now, they never disapointed me. 

Hope you liked my kind of review. Sorry for my long post and grammatical error. And stay tunned for my future release. And who knows, probably a giveaway ≖‿≖

ca199900  asked:

Could you do a story where the Reader and reid works for the bau she gets kidnapped by the unsub like who Reid did and the unsub tells her to say hi to Spencer and right as she was going to kick him were the sun don't shine and then Reid and the team come in save her and she has to stay in the hospital because she had to have surgery on her knee

I can most certainly do this!  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


Waking up on the damp floor, you furrow your brow in confusion, wondering why the floor of your apartment is so wet.

Trying to get to your feet, you move your arm, pain shearing thru it as you yelp out, throwing your eyes open to try and figure out what has your arm in so much pain.

But all you see is darkness.  Darkness, and wetness, and a camera.

“Say hello, Y/N.”

Whipping your head around, you try to catch a glimpse of the person who owns the voice.

“I said, ‘Say.  Hello,’“ he says, ripping your head up by your hair and forcing you to stare into the camera.

“H-hello…” you say, your eyes blurring over with tears.

“Good girl.  Now, say hello to Spencer.”

“W-what…?” you ask, trying to reel in your emotions and flip the FBI side of you on.

“SAY HELLO TO SPENCER!” he yells, his hand cracking across your face.

“Hello, Spencer,” you say, whimpering as the blood trickles down your chin.

“You hear that Dr. Reid?” he says, getting in front of you and looking into the camera, “My little play thing says hello.”

Shifting your feet around, you realize that the rope is coming loose.  Sighing a shaky sigh, you slowly move them back and forth, hoping to free one as he is bending down in front of you.

“You know, I always thought she was beautiful from afar,” he continues, talking into the camera that was undoubtedly being streamed to the team.

“But I didn’t realize that she was…mmmmmm,” he says, and you hear him licking his lips.

“…I didn’t realize that she was going to taste like candy.”

Cringing at the thought of what he may have done to you while you were unconscious, you slowly feel the rope fall to the floor, freeing both of your legs.

It’s now or never, Y/N.

Reeling your leg back, you fling it up, knocking him in his groin, causing him to bend over at the waist, collapsing to his knees.

“Oooooh, aaaaah!” he groans, rocking back and forth as you yank at your hands, pulling the chair apart as you stand to your feet.

“You stupid little bitch!” you hear him scream as you turn your back to run for the door, and just as you get to it, it flings open, catching your knee as you fall to the ground, pain ricocheting up your leg and in to your hip.

“FBI!  Hands in the air!” you hear Morgan yell as the team barrels thru the door, Reid kneeling by your side as you roll back and forth in pain.

“Y/N!  Oh, my god, Y/N,” he muses, taking you in his arms and picking you up.

“Oh, my god,” you choke out, the tears streaming down your face as the swelling pain churns your stomach.

“You’re alright, come on, you’re coming with me,” he muses, rushing you out of the dark, damp room and quickly into the afternoon sun.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The ambulance ride was a blur, and you don’t remember being wheeled in to the hospital.  All you remember is Spencer rubbing your arm as they set the IV, and then a doctor telling you to breathe deep.

Coming to, your mouth the texture of cotton, you lift your hand up to try and grasp the cup sitting next to your recovery bed.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” you hear Morgan say, his voice low and comforting, “Take it easy, baby girl.  Here.”

Bringing the cup to your mouth, you feel the cool liquid cascade over your tongue, drinking it down furiously as it spills all down your chin and into the crook of your cleavage.

“She’s awake!” you hear Garcia shriek, the team filing in to the room with Spencer at the ready, wiping your mouth and chest with a napkin as the cool water satiates your tongue.

“You shattered your knee,” Hotch says, his eyes soft and filled with concern.

“W-who…barreled thru the door?” you ask, wanting to know who was responsible for your knee.

“That…would’ve been me,” Rossi sighs, running his hand up and down the shin bone of your good leg, “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“No need to be, I’m alive,” you say, smiling lightly, “But, I will guilt trip you a few times into those wonderful dinners of yours.”

Hearing everyone chuckle lightly, Rossi smiles and says, “Guilt trip all you want.”

“You need to get some rest,” Morgan muses, brushing the hair out of your face as you wince, trying to sit yourself up.

“Just stay down,” Spencer says, placing his hands on your shoulders and guiding you back to the bed, “Close your eyes, and let the drugs to all the work.”

“Spencer…” you lull, your eyes drooping as you turn your head towards him.

“Yeah, Y/N?” he asks warmly, his hand guiding a cool washcloth over your forehead.

“You’re incredible,” you say, giving him a goofy smile as your eyes droop down for the last time.

“And so are you,” he smiles, chuckling in between his words as he watches you drift safely off to sleep,

“Someone should stay with her for the night,” J.J. says, standing up from the corner chair and furrowing her brow.  “She shouldn’t be alone whenever she does come out of her drug-induced naps.”

“I’ll stay,” Spencer says a little too quickly, the team giving him looks as his face flushes.

“I mean…I might as well, I’m getting pretty tired myself,” he stretches and tries to fake a yawn, doing nothing but making the team laugh.

“You’re an idiot if you think we don’t know,” Morgan says, getting up and walking over to the door.

“We’ll be back in the morning,” Hotch says, shuffling the team out the door.

And as the team gives their last glances through the window, Spencer walks over to shut the room light off as he grabs a light blanket and settles down in the over-sized chair next to your bed, determined to be here whenever you did wake up.

anonymous asked:

cassandra (or leliana) massaging josephine's hands after a very long day filled with mountains of paperwork

When you spent enough time with a person, you soon became attuned to their quirks, their habits. You noticed what they did, and knew what it meant–and what it meant they were likely to do next. 

Leliana knew that well. It was a bard’s most important skill; proficiency with daggers or a bow could be taught, singing or playing an instrument or dancing or storytelling could be taught, conversation could be taught, stealth could be taught, even seduction could be taught. But the alert eye and the discerning mind–that could not be taught. Leliana had it, she knew, and knew moreover that it was a mixed blessing: it was what had drawn Marjolaine to her, after all. And when you had taught yourself to see it was impossible to stop seeing, to unsee.

(Josephine had it too. She could have been an incredible bard; legendary, possibly. ‘She didn’t have the stomach for it’ had sometimes been said in the company of bards, after Josephine had vanished from their ranks, reappeared as a minor dignitary in the diplomatic corps some years later. Leliana thought it was a simpler thing: Josie was simply too smart for it.)

But now, as she read her letters before the fire and Josie worked at her desk, she was glad of it. She had noticed enough to know the progression that Josie would go through. First there were the sighs, not loud or obvious, just somewhat hardened breaths. Then there were the pauses, the slightly too-vigorous way Josie would dip her quill in the inkwell. Then there was the way she would roll her shoulders, tilt her head from side to side on her neck to loosen the muscles there. (That was something that Josie would never do in front of almost anyone else. Working the kinks out of your neck was far too vulgar to do in front of noble guests.) And then, finally–Leliana ticked down the seconds in her head–she would put her quill in its stand and roll her writing hand on its wrist until it cracked. flex and fold her fingers, and make a little impatient noise.

“Hand hurting you, Josie?”

“I’m fine,” Josephine said, even as she pressed the fingertips of one hand to the wrist of the other.

“You’re working too hard.”  Leliana set aside her letters and stood, crossing to the desk.

“Hah. As if you are one to talk, milady Nightingale.” Josie smiled up at her, that sweet shrewd smile. “You know there is a rumor among the rank and file that you never sleep?”

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word count: ~ 2,900 

rating: m. i’m serious.

a/n: ok mostly just smut and some feels, but MOSTLY SMUT. is under the cut bc some people won’t want to read this. now let me go fly to alaska without internet and never be seen again for writing this.


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anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but what exactly is autism? And how does it affect people? I'm really uneducated about it and honestly I'm just not really understanding it from Google searches, so I hope you don't mind me asking!

you’re not bothering me at all :D

with my understanding of my own autism (and i’m going to relate this to myself a lot in my explanation), it all began with identifying with certain characters more than others and recognizing a recurring pattern with them. a few great examples of characters with autism are moss from the it crowd, abed from community, tina from bob’s burgers, zuko from avatar, and temperance brennan from bones.

autistic people simply experience the world in a different way than allistic (nonautistic) people do, and autism itself is a wide spectrum and presents in everybody differently. here are a few common (but not defining) traits:

  • trouble recognizing social cues (such as oversharing personal info, or recognizing when other people being uncomfortable or bored). this kinda goes with how we usually love showing things (like videos, movies, etc) to people as our way of reaching out/connecting, because if the person we’re showing stuff to is bored/not interested, we often won’t notice unless it is explicitly laid out for us
  • hyper-focusing on special interests (for example, i get obsessed with tv shows and/or actors for periods of about three to four months to the point where that person or show is all i can think and talk about)
  • stimming (usually self-calming and/or involuntary, like repeating words/noises, hand-flapping, and rocking back and forth). for me, stimming is most commonly hand-flapping, and it happens when i’m happy. it just feels like a small electric shock of pure joy that goes through my whole body, and it makes my hands kinda flap for a second or two as i temporarily pretty much lose control of my body but in a good way. stimming can also be wringing hands, playing with jewelry, etc
  • we also commonly experience something called “sensory overload,” which can cause some autistic people to go nonverbal (especially when they’re younger). essentially, sensory overload is when there’s too much stimuli with sound and feelings and everything and it’s just too much for us to handle. for me, i usually only experience this like on theme park simulator rides, and i just plug my ears and close my eyes and i’m good. also i can’t listen to most vampire weekend songs because there’s just too much going on, even though i like what i’m listening to (truly a tragedy)
  • on that note, we’re extremely sensitive— we can’t handle certain textures, tastes, etc. we’re often picky eaters, have to sleep in complete silence and darkness, and stuff like that

a common misconception with autism is that we have no empathy, when in reality it’s the exact opposite: i’ve even seen a quote from an autistic person saying that they could walk into a room and immediately know what everyone was feeling, and feel all of those emotions themselves simultaneously. autistic people, when we feel other people’s pain, experience it on such a scale that it overwhelms us. we think very logically as a way of understanding, but we are deeply moved by other people’s pain. we’re also introspective and self-aware— the kind of people that constantly seek to understand ourselves, the world we live in, and how we fit in (or don’t). if that makes sense.

more important things to also know:

  • autism is a spectrum (definitely read this one)
  • autism speaks is an evil organization
  • autism presents differently in women and men; women generally internalize things that trouble them while men generally make it very known when they’re in pain or something is bothering them. (my knowledge of autism is mostly just how it presents in women, because i am a woman)
  • i am just one autistic gal and i’m pretty new to the diagnosis, so my word is definitely not law when it comes to the autistic community
  • here’s something with ten common traits of autism in women and here’s one explaining a bunch of traits in women with lots of details

anonymous asked:

hey nerd whats up.. i'm sorry this is a terrible way to start a message i don't know how to be informal. hello do you have a tutorial for how you make those cool circular icons?? <3

I just click a few things and hope whatever I’m editing turns out alright, so don’t expect it to be an a+ quality tutorial (I really don’t know what I’m doing omg)

But I’ll tell you how I do it

Before you start, you need a decent picture. Make sure it’s not blurry or anything and make sure it’s at least 200x200px, it can be bigger of course.

I’m using one of my screenshots of my inquisitor. Before you do anything, check if your layer is a background layer or not.

If it looks like this, double click on the lock on the right and click ok, this way you make sure it’s a transparent layer, not a coloured one. After that you have to use the lasso-tool to get rid of the unecessary background (or not, if you prefer having the original background).

After you’re done with that, play with the colours, the vibrance and the brightness, until you’re satisfied with the outcome.

Make sure you merge the layers before you continue. Select all layers (except the one you started with, if you didn’t delete it). Right click and select “merge layers”.

You should have something like this.

After you’ve done all of that, create a new layer and find a nice texture - or just a nice colour if that’s what you like/want - and make it your new background.

I decided to go with a texture.

Select your transparent layer (the one with your figure on it) and your texture/coloured background layer and merge them like I showed you earlier. Now create a new transparent layer but don’t do anything with it (yet)

Use the Elliptical Marquee Tool and select a circle (make sure you’re holding the shift key on your keyboard so it really is a circle, not an egg or something) and fill it with a white colour (make sure you’re on the new layer with nothing on it!)

Do not click on the picture! If you accidentally do, hit CTRL + Alt + Z to get the circle selection back. Click on your icon layer (mine’s called Denyla Icon) and press ctrl + c, then go back to your circle layer and press ctrl + v and make your icon layer invisible (click on the eye).

And you should get this.

Go to your newest layer (in my case, Layer 6) and press CTRL + T. You should be able to adjust the size now. Make sure you’re holding Shift while adjusting the size!

Crop the picture properly (leave some space between the borders of the circle and the borders of the image!!) and you should get something like this.

Now just save it as a “.png” file (I always pick png 24, not sure what it does though) and voilá, you have your circular icon!

I hope this helped!