appreciate musicians in musicals. so much unbelievable talent is on stage that it’s often easy to forget the performers playing the music their vocals accompany. appreciate the orchestra. appreciate wonderful trumpet players and flutes and trombones and clarinets and oboes and tubas and all the other wonderful instruments that are apart of our favorite musicals because they have 8 show weeks like everyone else yet their talent is quite often brushed away. appreciate musicians no matter if it’s their voice or their instrument being heard.
listen, there is absolutely nothing that gets me going like mutual seemingly unrequited pining like? i live for both people losing their minds over the other person in bitter silence. savoring every single accidental brush of their fingers, elbows, thighs, every stray glance, memorizing every gesture or expression they catch while the other isn’t looking, all while being absolutely convinced that it’s one-sided only to finally!! finally find out it wasn’t in a triumphant moment of bliss after years and years of delicious, soul-rending, torturous, heart-wrenching pining. i literally don’t care about the fact that this trope is predictable af and always plays out the same way i will still go wild over it every single time like they’ll be doing the same reveal scene i have seen a million times and i’m still on the edge of my seat gasping “are they gonna kiss???”
Hello again guys! Here are some tips about brushes- once again, I’m no expert, so explore these points on your own! Some of these are a little more abstract, while others are to help deal with minor brush annoyances ;)
1. PHOTOSHOP BRUSHES are based on a “stamp” system, not a brush system like some painting programs. That is why photoshop brushes are great for things like chains and repeated patterns, but you have to fiddle with them a bit to make them look natural. 2. The first brush setting underneath the brush panel you must become familiar with is “transfer.” this tab plays with the opacity and flow of the brush. 3. As stated in previous tutorials, the essential hotkeys for brushwork are: [/]= brush size larger and smaller alt= eyedropper tool Numbers= opacity of brush Shift+Number= flow of brush 4. Brush icon not showing up/ behaving correctly? Usually one of four things: Caps Lock is on, Edit in Quick Mask Mode is on (which can be found on your left main tool panel), the brush blend mode is on a different setting (found next to opacity and flow), or you have something selected (crtl+d will do the trick). 5. DON’T knock the photoshop brush sets that come with the program. Many artists I know use these brushes while tweaking the settings. Consider utilizing settings such as dual brush and texture to make these ordinary brushes great. 6. Brushes with large amounts of detailed texture tend to pixelate and not work correctly when scaled down too far. 7. Trying to create a natural brush tip? Brush settings>Shape Dynamics> Angle Jitter> Control: Direction. This will make the brush more natural and dependent on how you stroke your pen. 8. Do you use a signature/watermark a lot? A certain shape or pattern? Make it a brush. 9. When changing things like opacity and flow in both the brush settings and the layer settings, Photoshop will sort of get “stuck” there, and you will see the number highlighted. Simply hit enter (don’t bother reaching for the mouse!) and it will go away. 10. Rotating the canvas will help you with your brushstrokes. Shift+R rotates the canvas in nice equal increments, and is a easy way to set the rotation back to 0. 11. Texture brushes just don’t look right? Make a selection, zoom out, and make the brush slightly bigger while you paint. Think of them as big sponges, not brushes.
Thanks again guys! I have a lot of tutorial requests from you, and I’ll be working through more soon!
I am always terrified that nobody is feeling the way I am at any specific moment. There are weeks I am so exhausted to my core no matter how long I spend hiding inside of my bedroom; the weeks where I feel my body telling me to do something, anything, to stop feeling like this and I answer myself, “maybe tomorrow it will be better” and I can’t help but feel like I am pushing the truth. The problem with having an illness that nobody can see is that when somebody asked what hurts, you want to ask if they know how to bandage a beating heart. I used to be in love with somebody who would brush my hair for me when things got really bad, and he would come sit with me on the bathroom floor while “You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are” by Keaton Henson would be playing and for a few minutes I would be safe and there would be nothing in the world except the feeling that maybe this is what making progress feels like; that each knot pulled from my head means that finally I won’t be coming undone. But this isn’t the movies, this isn’t a book; you don’t magically get fixed because somebody is holding you together. Their arms will get tired. They won’t understand why it seems like nothing they do makes any difference. It is not their fault, and it is not your own either, but what is messy once will be messy again. I think about love so much I’m worried that one day it will consume me entirely, and that there is something so inherently unloveable about me that I can’t seem to scrub off no matter how many times I shower in a day. There are days where the dirt seems to live under your skin and you can stand under the hot water for hours but pieces of people that used to be a part of your life get stuck under your fingernails and you carry them with you wherever you go. Each time somebody gets close to me, I wonder what the tipping point for them will be. If they will be frustrated with me when I need the directions explained over and over again, because the thought of being lost is so much more than just not knowing with way to turn. If they will get angry when I can’t find it in me to take the few steps forward; because I have tried crossing oceans that look like puddles for some people and it seems that all they see is that both of our feet get wet. I wonder why people fall out of love, and if it’s always because there is that breaking point, that one extra knot you needed pulled from your hair that they just could not reach anymore. I see people kissing on the street corner and I wonder if she remembers what his favourite movie is, or who she aspired to be when she was young, or if he listens to each song that he gets sent, from beginning right until the very end. In the end, I think everything comes down to love. Because I see it in each businessman that empties his wallet into a barista’s tip jar, in each mother that’s ever sat through their daughters excruciatingly long ballet recitals, in each father that’s ever edited his sons essays and wrapped an arm around their shoulders as they sit beside each other, in each child that kisses each other messily on their cheeks, in the newly weds that just married their best friends and can’t stop feeling the weight on their ring finger, in the 90 year olds that still hold hands while they walk through the grocery stores, in the college girls who apply each other’s lipsticks in the bars and tell everybody in the washroom that they look beautiful, and in myself, when I brushed my own hair this morning, and told myself that maybe tomorrow will be easier than this.
sometimes you fall down in life and it sucks!!!!!! like it’s actually terrible but… hey. u gotta get back up champ bc u r a STAR. in other words, i have fallen down recently and this is how i plan on getting back up. bc i am a star.
clean your room bc outer peace brings inner peace
clean yourself bc outer peace brings inner peace and this means removing your makeup washing your face brushing your teeth combing your hair wearing nice-smelling clothes
drink a glass of water because hydration. important.
play a happy song like rlly whatever u want that makes u happy and want to dance
i know this might sound hard but like u got this i believe in u
ok this is hard part but u still got this love
think about everything that is wrong literally like EVERYTHING but maybe not everything bc maybe it will stress you out but maybe writing it will be cathartic whatever works for u
find solutions for those problems
i know i make it sound super easy and i know it’s actually really hard but usually u know what the solution is just something is holding u back
so rlly decide that that is the solution
tell urself, “this is how i am going to fix this”
to make this very hard and difficult step, please be nice to yourself by listening to cool tunes and rocking eyeliner
it rlly helps
organising your thoughts is also useful bc organisation
i have heard a bullet journal is rlly gr8 for this because like u get to plan ur days but also write random crap that’s not actually random crap but instead very good crap like “how to cheer up when sad” it’s all there in one notebook !!! radical eh
the step where you get back up
set urself up for success by sleeping early and waking up early bc sleep is like soooOo important u have no idea
exercise bc endorphins and all that good stuff and drink water and eat yo vegetables
do the shit that u planned to do in the previous step even if it’s hard i know it’s hard life is hard but u r hardier u r a star
stay on track
k so a lot of ppl r like “discipline > motivation” which i 100% agree but like motivation is also nice
have someone believe in u/someone u can talk to and be ur ray of sunshine like this is rlly helpful
find a purpose for whatever u want to do like what is ur reason for going through the shitty path of life and choosing this hard decision
typical motivational quotes like idk about u but i fall for those every single time
pep talk urself and fake enthusiasm even if u don’t want to like isn’t it radical how the only person holding u back is u
ur life will go on track and then back off again!!! bc u r a human and humansmake mistakes
don’t u get all mopey on urself and be like “i have ruined my life” like stop being so dramatic tough love ik but like U R ALIVE AND THAT MEANS U GTA KEEP KICKIN AT SMTHING
u can mope for a bit and when u do mope mope ur heart out like cry and use tissues and whatever u need but like limit ur moping period bc u need to move on
bad things will happen to u bc life and no matter how much ppl want to help u only u can rlly help urself
ur life ur decisions. forgive urself and start over again (refer to beginning of this post)
fun little reminders
u have the most beautiful smile
my inbox is always open if u need a pep talk and i will always fight ur negativity with my jaw-dropping, amazing, radiant positivity
<b>me:</b> here play my game for a little bit, I'll be right back<p/><b>alana:</b> but I don't know -<p/><b>me:</b> *leaves*<p/><b>me, ten minutes later:</b> *comes back*<p/><b>me:</b> how many pokemon did you fight?<p/><b>alana:</b> I don't know but I spent a lot of time petting your owl. it said I needed to care for it and it had dirt on its leg and I brushed it and then I fed it a rainbow bean. it doesn't like to be petted on it's emo fringe. also I accidentally started riding the tauros and couldn't figure out how to get off.<p/></p>
The sweetness of September has left my lips but you still drip like sugar from my tongue. It’s not fair.
Because I exist like salt on raw gums but all I can picture is dragging my anxiety over the crooks you call lips and staining your skin the shade my doctor prescribed to heal the vacancy you painted my everything. And it doesn’t matter doesn’t matter doesn’t matter that you mark me like a hospital band alone but separate because I can’t I can’t I can’t sleep at night without three pills and a chaser because the shade of sky pooling on the wall looks too much like your eyes. I’m in love.
Maybe I’m too much or maybe I’m too little too frequent too forgettable but you left two months ago and I still taste you in old films and book pages like frost on my cheeks. And I’m sorry because I can’t forget can’t forget can’t forget the the brush of your skin like velvet against the heartbeat I call a harp because you played my heartstrings like a symphony.
I picture you in metaphors.
You picture me in past tense.
Too bad you never liked English.
Furious didn’t begin to describe how Theo had you feeling.
He’d played you like a fool and expected you to not notice when he’d attacked
your friends. You were fully prepared the hit him if you had to.
“Theo!” You yelled and stormed through the gym until you
“Princess?” He hummed back.
“You lied and you’ve pushed me to far so I’m…” You trailed
off when you found Theo tugging his jacket off.
1. Tweek is super ticklish, and one time he accidently gave Craig a bloody nose during a tickle attack.
2. Craig is not ticklish, at all, but the other boys aren’t convinced so they keep sneak attacking Craig to find his tickle spot.
3. Craig loves to comb through Tweeks hair and does it quite often.
4. Tweek also loves having his hair touched so sometimes he intentionally goes without brushing it, knowing that it will drive Craig crazy and he’ll fix it.
5. Tweek joing drama club because Craig told him he’s a really good actor.
6. Craig goes to every single school play to support Tweek, even the really shitty ones.
7. Craig doesn’t like coffee but he always drinks a cup when Tweek makes him one.
Just some cute little headcanons I’ve come up with throughout the day. I really like the idea of their relationship being completely 100% healthy, and Craig being a really good boyfriend despite his ‘fuck you all’ reputation.
Prayers please for my cousin.
She has picked up playing with a ouija board because it was Friday the 13th.
She is brushing me off, acting like it’s just a joke.
Probably because her mom is a fallen away Catholic and I’m religious.
She doesn’t believe that this stuff actually opens up for actual possession. Just help.
Happy (early) Halloween everyone! (I have more than one idea so I put this one down quick before moving on to the next idea in time for the holiday)
I’m not entirely sure what Papyrus thinks he’s dressed as but at least he seems to be having fun. Frisk’s kigurumi is the entire reason I wanted to draw this picture. They’re a skeleton! Sans is….. ……. Sans.
changed up how I draw Sans a little bit to make him more organic and
relying less on just simple shapes. I rather like the result and its
fixed some proportion issues I’ve been struggling with with him. So I
may keep the changes. Although I’ll probably pull his damn hood up onto
his shoulders again for the comic.
I’ve been playing around with my new brushes as well. Tell me if you like the result!