i'm never going to pass my degree doing shit like this

triwiizard  asked:

i have a notion and it's lena teaching little stella how to play chess and it's entirely different from lena playing chess in her own house because there's so much laughter and casual teasing and stella uses her powers to cheat and then vehEMENTLY DENYING IT WHEN ASKED and maybe i'm just being extra

its so funny bc i’ve had a v similar notion sO LET ME YELL ABT IT SOME

  • stella is the only of the superbabies to show any interest in chess for more than a passing moment and is the only one to be able to sit still long enough for lena to teach her the game and lena’s like???  so excited when, one day when stella’s like four or five maybe, lena and kara are playing and stella nudges at lena’s arm until she moves it so she can crawl into her mom’s lap and she settles back against lena and studies the board with this v serious look and kara’s biting back a laugh until stella quietly requests show me mommy? and then kara’s softening and lena’s all but melting tbh like woah her kiddo want to play this game that lena loves a lot and she wants to learn??  she wants lena to teach her???
    • so lena goes out and gets this little children’s chess set the very next day, gets this set bc it has little labels on the board to indicate where each piece goes and it’s got this pretty mother of pearl inlay around the edge of the board, around the base of the pieces and lena knows stella will love it
    • they pick sunday afternoons for practice, lena lifting stella up to the big family calendar they keep in the kitchen so she can pick a day and put a little heart next to it.  so every sunday afternoon, right after stella’s napped for a bit, she bounces into lena’s study and watches v carefully as lena sets up the board, explaining what each piece is, what they do, where they go.  stella asks questions sometimes, but mostly she watches at first until she kind of gets an idea of what’s going on
    • but then when they get into the game??  hoo boy, stella is hilarious and pretty savage, like she’ll look at some move that lena’s made that she apparently doesnt approve of and will look up at her mother with this one raised eyebrow and sort of sigh really?  and it’s the cutest thing and lena cant help but laugh and stella’s rlly so sweet, she drops the look she’s giving her and starts laughing with lena and it will take them a fair few minutes to sort of reign it in
      • and omg as stella gets older??  she starts learning a few basic strategies, she does, but she’s still losing to lena basically every time (though every once in a while, lena throws it just because the look of elation on stella’s face is probably one of the brightest, purest things lena’s ever experienced) so she takes to poking holes in lena’s strategies, gently harassing her to try and get her off her game, but lena throws it right back at her, sort of narrowing her eyes and quirking an eyebrow when stella goes to move her knight when she has a pawn in perfect position and stella just sort of snorts, nods like yeah okay ya got me there
      • good god they laugh so so much during these games.  like they rlly do and lena is so so happy abt it like??  this is literally all she’s ever wanted, all she’s ever dreamed of for her kids.  they’re getting exactly what she never had, are able to feel safe enough that they poke fun at her like stella does when lena makes a careless mistake and leaves her king vulnerable (it’s not a mistake, it’s lena carefully working lessons into each of their games tbh, like she is nothing if not methodical)
        • an excerpt:
          • mom, oh my gosh, don’t you have, like, three advanced degrees?
          • don’t you have a move to make, stelly-bean?
            • and stella’ll groan at the nickname but she’s also grinning super wide, super bright and lena’s just??  basking in her happiness i guess
    • omg and when stella learns to read minds, it’s hilarious bc she’s not slick abt it.  like??  u can sort of feel her when she’s there, in ur head, like a little bump or nudge near the base of your skull, and lena thinks its hilarious that she’s trying that, that when she couldnt get a vibe for lena’s next move, she looked to lena’s mind and she sort of pokes a little fun at stella for it, asks we’re not cheating, are we? in such a gentle, teasing tone that has stella stammering, flushed, uh no of course not like why would you say that as i am perfect and have never done anything wrong in my entire life, ever
      • when stella gets older, she gets a lot better at reading ppl without them knowing, but kara and lena can always tell (mostly bc of that first psychic connection??  like they’re slightly more attuned to stella too) and so stella thinks she’s Rlly being Slick but lena sort of rolls her eyes and groans stella and its hilarious watching her daughter’s reaction, going from shock to worry to vague annoyance to out and out laughter as she tries to deny it, puts up a good fight before she’s reduced to giggles
        • like at some point its not even practice anymore, they just turn into weekly chess games, just for fun, just bc its calm and sweet and warm and when stella’s in college and Going Through Some Shit, it’s something to anchor her and lena loves that her daughter still likes the game, still likes spending time with her.  like??  they’ve only ever missed one sunday, bc stella had the flu, but that was made up for on tuesday when she felt better
  • and like??  chess sort of becomes this touchstone for them, like it always was for lena, but it also brought up some weird and painful things too, but now its just all good things, just stella and quiet sundays and laughing and messing up the board bc they needed to push the game to the side in order to set their ice cream bowls on the desk
    • like it sort of becomes a thing between them, like one mother’s day, stella gets lena this truly horrendous cat chess board bc she thought it was hilarious and lena laughs so hard she cries when she opens it (she still keeps it in her office though, next to one of her #1 Mom mugs and the pencil holder finn made in preschool
      • and then lena fires back with a fantasy inspired chess set for stella’s birthday, bc the dragon looks ridiculous and its just the thing stella loves to mock mercilessly
        • without fail, one of them always gets the other something chess related for any gift giving event.  one christmas, stella gets a purse shaped like a knight; on lena’s birthday one year, stella got her a set of bookends that looked like bishops, and so on and so forth
    • and then, to get ~emotional~, lena gifts stella her very own custom made chess set for her college graduation and stella treasures it for the rest of her life tbh, like it makes her feel warm and safe like she always did in her mom’s study, sunday afternoons, sipping tea between moves and laughing until her stomach hurts.  like ??  it’s just a tangible thing for all these good memories and honestly ???  im crying ????  

anonymous asked:

Have you talked about the time you almost died because that sounds like a very good story (to hear; I'm sure it was terrifying to live through!)

Okay I’ve racked up like a dozen more theatre story requests (from fictionfangirllove​, gandalfsgaybeard​, to name a few) and now seems like the time. I actually have multiple ‘once upon a time I almost died’ stories and I can’t remember which one this is referring to so we’re going to pull one out of the memory hat at random, ya dig?

Once upon a time I was in this show called She Stoops to Conquer, but because I was also in a production of Much Ado and splitting time between rehearsals, I only played David Garrick for the prologue (and once a drunk servant when another actor didn’t show up). Anywhoo, I was dressed in the height of eighteenth century fucking fashion in like breeches and frock coat etc. etc. with all my girly hair piled up inside this stupid fucking hat because I’m supposed to be a dude. So the director has this totally-clever, this-has-never-been-done-before idea to stick me in the audience as soon as the house opens, so as people like file in an sit down there’s this time-travelling cross-dressed motherfucker just sobbing in the front row for no obvious reason. 

When the house lights go down and the stage lights come up, I turn around like I’ve just fucking noticed the 300 or so people sitting behind me and the fact that there’s a fucking follow-spot pointed right at my fucking face and I’m like “Oh, ha ha, I totally didn’t see you there, let me tell you why I’m sobbing like thirteen-year-old girl who just got dumped.” (I fucking hate this gimmick.) So anyway as the monologue goes on I get up and start running around the auditorium, messing with audience members, like you do, because watching an actor sit on their ass and just talk at you is boring as shit. 

Because I was one of the more seasoned actors in the department (this was high school, bear in mind, and I’d already been working on and offstage for about ten years) the director basically gave me free rein to do whatever I wanted, so towards the end of the speech I had a bit where I jumped up onto the arms of some poor sod’s chair–like, a foot on each arm, right?–and it’s hilarious because they’re really surprised and their face is kind of exactly level with my crotch and everyone’s laughing, hardy har har, jokes about genitals never get old. So closing night of show I jump up on this lady’s chair without realizing that she’s thrown her jacket over one arm, and it’s one of those freakin’ slippery windbreaker things. Now, just to make matters worse, I’m wearing like these ridiculous fucking buckled shoes that have literally zero traction, and I’m staring into this blinding spotlight and it’s like looking straight into a goddamn solar flare or some shit. But I’m perched up there and gesticulating wildly, and I shit you not as soon as I get to the line, “Let not your virtue trip; who trips may stumble, / And virtue be not virtue if she tumble,” this lady I’m basically fucking standing on tries to pull her damned plastic jacket across her lap BECAUSE THAT COULDN’T POSSIBLY HAVE WAITED A MOTHERFUCKING MOMENT LONGER and yanks it out from under me. 

I go windmilling backward and land flat on my back on the concrete floor so hard I’m pretty sure I saw entire fucking galaxies, nevermind plain fucking stars. But the problem is I’ve landed right in the aisle and because most theatre seats are stadium seats, it’s on like a 30-degree incline, so I go rolling backward, ass over elbow, like a runaway armadillo. And when I flip right side up again, WHAM. I slam into the front of the stage so fucking hard my fucking hat flies off, goes spinning over my head and disappears. And for a minute I’m just sitting there, kind of dazed, legs splayed out in front of me, stockings falling down, wind totally knocked out of me, and all these bitches in the audience are just laughing their asses off because they think it was intentional. So I kind of cough a bit and pull myself to my feet and limp around, wheezing the rest of my lines. And I’m fumbling around, trying to find my damn hat, but here’s the thing–when you’re already about to pass out and you’ve had a spotlight like the wrath of Apollo pointed straight at your face for like half an hour, it is really fucking hard to see a black fucking hat in the fucking dark. 

Eventually I have to give up because I’m all out of lines, so I do the most pathetic bow of all time and kind of hobble offstage, totally hatless. And then all the lights come up on this absolutely pristine drawing room set and BAM. Smack in the middle of the stage is the stupid-ass hat, because apparently that was where it fucking landed. And I’m just looking on, like, Ohhhhhh you have got to be shitting me as the family all comes on for the first scene. And the guy playing Mr. Hardcastle like swans the fuck in and then just stops dead, staring down at this thing on the ground like, “What the fuck is this grimy-ass hat doing in the middle of my living room,” and the audience is still fucking dying because they’ve finally caught on to the fact that OH WAIT THEY DIDN’T PLAN THIS NUTFUCKERY. And for the rest of the scene Mr. and Mrs. Hardcastle just go gliding around their parlor, ignoring the hat and just walking in big circles around it like it’s not fucking there which you can’t fucking do in the fucking theatre, because the audience can fucking SEE IT, and I’m dying a thousand deaths in the wings until finally my friend Chris barges onstage as Tony Lumpkin and just fucking boots the fucking hat straight into the wings, turns around and yells, “I’M IN HASTE, MOTHER, DAMN IT.” And the crowd goes wild. 

And that is the story of the time I was not an acrobat and almost died and my runaway hat ruined the opening scene. 

anonymous asked:

Hey, so I know you lived in Japan for a while, and I'm thinking of moving to Saint Petersburg or doing a gap year there or smth in a couple of years, and I want to start researching about it, and so far I'm happy with everything I've found out, but I'm only 17 so I haven't even had a chance to live away from home before so idrk what the best questions to ask are tbh. So basically I think I'm asking what you think are the most important things to know before moving away (apart from the lang obvs)

Hi anon ^^

Russia! Seems great! If you have the opportunity to travel, go ahead, it’s awesome and it’s easier to do it when you are young because you can do it thanks to a scholarships like Erasmus for instance and it will cost you less money than traveling abroad as an adult. When I left for Japan, (almost) everything was covered by the Monbusho, the Japanese Ministry of Education.

So basically I think I’m asking what you think are the most important things to know before moving away (apart from the lang obvs)             

From the top of my head, in no particular order:

Language: You told me “apart from language obviously”, but no, it’s not that obvious. Learn vocabulary like “medical insurance”, “taxes”, all kind of medical vocabulary, but also sentences like “Please, join my family (or my Embassy)” because when you are lost in St Petersburg or if anything happens, it will be too late to look for the right words in Google Translate or in the dictionary. You see? This kind of technical and “boring” vocabulary they don’t teach you in school. Of course, knowing to say “Where is the train station” is useful but “full coverage” or “rental contract” will come in handy too.

Culture: Try to learn about cultural differences in order not to commit a blunder. In Japan, you rarely shake hands and you remove your shoes when you enter a house. I don’t know about Russia a lot so, try to prepare yourself in order not to disrespect by mistake Russians and their ancestors until the 13th generation.

Money: Plan a budget…and add some more money to your projection because you are going to spend more than expected. It can be because of medical expenses or just because you’ll have to buy books for school…or just go on a completely unexpected shopping spree (yes, it will happen…) or to the restaurant with friends. Also, change some money before leaving, it will be useful when you arrive.

Uni: Ok, you spend two years abroad, great, but what will it bring you when it comes to your degree? The time I spent in Japan was part of my doctoral program and all the exams I passed there were taken into account when I came back to France because my French and Japanese universities had signed a agreement. Try to see how it works for you and if the years you spend in Russia will be taken into account for your future degree.

Taxes: You are only 17 so I guess that you are maybe not concerned but you have to inform the IRS that you are leaving for a couple of years and see how it works when it comes to taxes in your country.

Renting: Try to see from home what are the best options and the best places to rent a room or an apartment. In other words, try to know the areas to avoid, dangerous places, etc..Learn also how it works when it comes to rental contracts. As you are 17, I guess that you’ll maybe live in a Student House so you won’t have this kind of problems. Ask also about the Internet! Will it be available? How much? etc..

Visa: This one seems obvious but the steps to obtain a visa (temporary, student visa, semi-permanent, etc..) are so long and so different from one country to another that it’s better to know everything about it early.

Computer: if you leave for your studies, put some money in a great laptop. Ok, maybe you will eat noddles for a while but honestly, a good and reliable computer will be your best ally because you will use it not only to work but also to Skype with your family and…download tons of shits because I’m sure that Russian TV is great but keeping in touch with your favorite TV shows is awesome too ^^;;

Mom and Dad: It’s time to learn them how to use Skype and send emails in order to stay in touch with their “baby”. It took two months to learn my Dad how to write an email (HE WOULDN’T LEARN!!) and…ten minutes for my Mom so it’s better to get that covered in advance.

Insurance: You need to see how medical coverage works in Russia. I guess you are leaving as a student? See what your university plans in case of serious disease or accident. And before you tell me: I’m fine, I’ve never had a health problem before, you never know. I ended up at the hospital in Tokyo and paid €250 for one night. Check out if your credit card doesn’t cover these expenses so that you won’t have to pay for something already covered.

Medicine: Bring with you a bag with all kind of medicines (against pain, headaches, stomach problems, etc…). Yes, I’m sure they have everything you need in Russia but 1) when you arrive and if you get sick it’s great to have everything ready if a health problem happens and 2) some drugs that are sold over the counter in your country will maybe need a prescription where you are going so it’s better to be prepared, at least in the first month of your arrival so that you know how the medical system works in Russia and how much an appointment with a doctor cost.

Bag: Leave in your wallet a card, a paper, anything, with some info written in Russian: who to contact (university, parents) and info like your blood type and if you are allergic to something, so that if anything happens, it will be easier to help you. You may think I’m obsessed with ending up at the hospital or being sick but writing this little card takes two minutes and it can be VERY useful if shit happens. Bring with you a couple of medicine in your bag. You’ll thank me when an unexpected diarrhea happen.

Embassy: once you are there, go to your Embassy and register. If there’s a problem (like the BIG 2011 earthquake in Japan, I was there…), it will be easier to know that you exist and to evacuate you.

Mess: Staying two years aboard means that you are going to accumulate stuff (useless and useful like school books and all). Try to learn very early how to bring all this shit back home. Ask fellow students about transporters with the best prices and organize yourself early because you don’t plan this kind of stuff two weeks before leaving. When I was in Tokyo, I started to ship stuff back home pretty early in my stay. OK I BOUGHT THIS ENORMOUS CHESHIRE CAT TWO DAYS AFTER ARRIVING BUT IT WAS ONLY 500 yens, OK? T___T (OMG, I was so relieved when he reached home after a long boat travel)

Boyfriend/girlfriend: If you are with someone, it’s good to know if they are going to wait for you for two, maybe three years, if they are serious about your relationship, etc..If not, it’s better to say goodbye to avoid awkward situations later. I was lucky, “Mister P-m” waited for me during several years like Penelope but it doesn’t work that well for everybody, unfortunately.

Sense: You are gonna be away from home, the temptation to have fun and to do unusual stuff without Mom and Dad around will be great. Be careful, surround yourself with great and reasonable people, trust your instinct and stay away from people you have a bad feeling about. Protect yourself if you have sex (”But I’m only seventeeeeEEEEeEeEEn!!”, Yes, sure, but it can happen when you least expect it, ok?), be careful when at student parties, tell your friends where you are going, particularly if you go out at night.

Socks: For people who leave for Japan for instance, always pay attention to what socks you are wearing because you’ll never know when you have to remove your shoes. It will avoid you awkward situations like being invited by your advisor for a cup of tea, removing your shoes and letting people see your magnificent bright pink and yellow Sponge Bob socks. My teacher was baffled, he even took a pic. T___T

Voilà anon, I think I have (almost) everything covered.

anonymous asked:

How about Neil taking care of a sick Andrew?!!

ahhhhh!!!!! i love u anon (this gets long bc i got carried away so it’s under a cut

  • as much as we know neil ‘i’m fine’ josten would put off getting sick, andrew’s not great at admitting he’s sick either
  • the foxes are all hanging in the girls’ room and andrew’s only there bc neil’s been hanging with them all day and he’s where neil is
  • and andrew’s been coughing all day
  • like to the point where they have to turn the volume up on the tv because they can’t hear the fucking movie
  • “andrew minyard stop coughing or leave i am not going to miss elle woods’s legendary drag bc your sick ass is being too loud”
  • andrew glared at allison but she was so serious about legally blonde she just stared back until he finally got tired and leaned back by neil
  • after they unpause the movie again he makes sure to cough extra loudly just to piss them off
  • but before allison could try to commit murder
  • nicky pipes in “dude are you getting sick?”
  • andrew turns around 180 degrees just to give nicky The Glare
  • nicky shuts up pretty quickly after that

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anonymous asked:

i saw that ask the person sent you about trans!kk going through Puberty in bat city and was wondering if you could write a ficlet about it??

Suggest a ficlet!

Warning: Blood mention

Kobra Kid swiped his ID card, entered his password, and pressed the Detergent button on the vending machine. A moment later, the machine dinged and a plastic ball of white powder rolled into the slot. He grabbed the ball and hurried over to Party Poison, who was loading a set of clothes into one of the washing machines.

“Thanks, man,” Poison said. He dropped the ball in the machine, then slammed the door and switched it on. When he turned to Kobra, he frowned. He was hunched over with his arms folded against his stomach.

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extras || sterek oneshot || fluff

Written for the @sterekwriters Spin the Bottle event. 

I’d like to preface this by saying two things. One, I haven’t even attempted to write anything in several days–which, also that’s so weird that I can actually say that and feel bad about it and mean it because I’m usually quite lazy–because I have not been handling things well. But I’m doing better, so yay? And two, I know absolutely nothing about acting or movies or movie sets–I’ve never even been in so much as a play. SO. Suspend your disbelief here, I have no idea what I’m doing. Prompt at the end! 

-x-

Scott is in love. Scott is in love and Stiles is bored, and moderately hungry. Stiles is hungry and Scott did say the extras got a free meal out of it…

So Stiles goes. Stiles heads to the set–a funky little Mexican restaurant Stiles has never heard of–and introduces himself to the scruffy hot security guard at the edge of the cordoned off block.

“Hi, I’m Stiles Stilinski. My friend Scott said you guys were looking for extras but he didn’t remember to leave me a pass before he left?”

“Stiles? Really.” the guard says, and Stiles finds himself falling into what he’s been reliably informed is his “shit-eating smirk”.

“Really, really. I’m sure Scott told them to put me on the list of extras. He knows I can’t resist the siren song of free food.”

“You’re wearing a glow in the dark skeleton hoodie and you expect me to believe you know Scott McCall?” the guard–Hale, his name plate reads–seems both amused and annoyed.

Stiles can’t say he blames him.

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I'm a game design student trying to learn C++, part one

My teacher keeps telling me the best way to learn is by teaching so here we go.

I’m reading C++ for Dummies before the semester starts to get a head start on this class. I hear it’s soul crushing and life sucking and to make things worse, I suck at programming. I’m in game design because I’m good at art.

Here I will teach you, Tumblr, how to C++ because by reading C++ for Dummies and trying to teach you, I am the single-celled organism evolving up the chain, growing legs and walking on land for the first time in an attempt to survive and thrive in this big, cruel world.

This is all in hopes that my professor doesn’t eat my GPA and my self esteem for breakfast.

When I asked Niqoole about C++ (which she just took and got an A in), she replied: It’s a lot like C.

When I asked doctorlocke for help:

I quickly realized this is an endeavor I must pursue…alone.

Here’s what I learned from chapter one of my book:

Shit son, you are really going to want an IDE. That means “integrated development environment.” That shit is going to save your life. That is going to tell you where all of your errors are; and trust me, you’re going to make so many errors. Because you are a person. And you are kinda dumb. I’m sorry, but if you’re desperate enough to try and learn from me, it’s true. Besides, being kind of dumb is the human condition. I know for a fact that I am really dumb. I am going to be using Visual Studio 2010 because I get it for free from my school. 

One time, the difference between C# and C++ was described to me like this: C# will let you shoot yourself in the foot a lot, but you’re shooting yourself in the foot with an airsoft gun. C++ won’t let you shoot yourself in the foot a lot, but when you do, you blow off your entire goddamn leg.

Moving on.

You’re going to be working inside a console application. A console is basically a window. Hence, “Microsoft Windows.” Get it?

“cout” is NOT pronounced “cowt” and I feel like a dumbass. It’s pronounced “see-out”, as in, “console-out.” As in, that’s what the console (window) is displaying. So basically, they took the phrase “console out” and abbreviated it to “c. out” and then mashed it together. Along came filthy casuals like me herp-derping around, saying “COWT” like it’s some cross between a cow and a cot.

“Main” is really important. Your code is organized into chunks and “main” is the chunk that is run first. It tells the computer which other parts of the program to run. Main is the pimp-daddy of your code.

Always end your statements in C++ with a semicolon because if you don’t things will blow the fuck up. I guarantee at least once in your programming career you will fuck up your code with a missing semicolon.

Here is an example line of code from my book:

cout << “Hello world!” << endl;

The “hello world” bullshit is called a string, apparently because the letters are strung together. Cute, right? Wrong. Programming is not cute. It is never cute. There are some cute programmers, but they are probably married. This is the thunder dome.

Your code-y motherfuckery won’t work inside a string because your computer thinks it’s not code because it’s a string, basically. There are a few exceptions, such as the backslash. If you insert \t inside of a string, it will not show up because it’s devil magic. Instead, it’ll insert a tab inside your stringy string. If you actually want a backslash inside a string, you have to type two backslashes. If you want a quotation mark inside, you have to type \“ because it’s all Satan worship.

"endl” is pronounced “end-el” and I still feel like a dipshit. I thought it was pronounced “endle.” I should stop trying to pronounce things in my head because phonics doesn’t mean fuckery in programmy-land. I guess it makes some magic words appear at the end of your code that say nice things like “press any key to fuck off” or something. Can you tell I’m getting increasingly frustrated with this as time goes on? I DON’T LIKE YOU SCREWING WITH MY ABILITY TO ENGLISH, C++.

You can do math in your code! To an extent. Because if you try to do big math, things go very wrong. But we don’t know how to fix that yet, so stick to your small numbers. Christ, you could probably do this shit in your head, I don’t know why we need to program it out at this point.

+ for addition

- for subtraction

* for multiplication

/ for division

In theory, if you code cout << 6 + 10 << endl; and compile and run, you will simply get 16 when the window pops up. Wow. They should just give you your degree right now. I’m up for that. Don’t forget order of operations and shit, that still applies. But I’m assuming you passed the eighth grade so I’m not gonna lecture you about Aunt Sally.

Finally, save often. Like, all the time. Here’s my rule of thumb: Every time you think about sex, boobs, butt, penis, or video games, save your fucking code. Ctrl + S that shit. And every time you’re done for the day, save a copy of it to your personal Google Drive, just in case! Just do it. You will thank me later. “Gee wow that seems excessi–” NO IT’S NOT.

No.

It’s.

Not.

Mmmkay that about sums up the concepts of chapter one in my book.

Uhbuhbye. :D

agesx  asked:

The clearness of your linework always amazes me. I'm trying to improve my skills and I would hope you might give me a tip on improving linework. One day I'll do the long trip from Greece. Definitely. Thanks alot ^_^

I have a couple words of advice in fact. For starters: BE DELIBERATE. Don’t make sketchy hash lines. It’s sloppy and looks like shit unless you’re trying to make a texture. That’s a mistake. Give it a couple practice traces in the air above the paper before you make an actual line… feel it out. Take it one line at a time.

If you feel like you can’t make the whole line in one pass (our wrists only have about 75 degrees of a fine range from a neutral position… maybe 130 from an extended position.) then find a good place to pull up from the line and break it into smaller pieces… BUT NO MORE THAN ABSOLUTELY NEEDED. Treat your pen like a bird swooping down across a lake and then back up again. When you make a line, commit yourself to it. Pay attention.

Using a fat line weight makes it easier to pull clean lines, but don’t use it as a crutch. A lot of times it’s the thin detail lines that really add depth to your piece. The fat lines are just the backbone.

You can always go back into a fat line with a thinner line and clean it up, I do this on ends constantly.

Pay attention to directional lines in what you’re drawing. Everything has a flow, flow with it. For example: lines run in all directions on a human face, but only certain ways per area. Really look, and see which way they’re supposed to go.

I could go on for hours about this because I’m very dedicated to line work, but that’s enough for a tumblr broadcast. Practice makes better, and you’ll never amount to anything without real effort. Never stop drawing.

serenify13  asked:

I'm sorry, but can we talk about the 50th some more? Because the flames of my fury have been reignited. Nine is my Doctor, so when it came time for the 50th I REALLY wanted him back. But then I heard Chris turned down the chance, and I felt a little betrayed. I started questioning whether or not he might be an arrogant ass. Then I saw the 50th, and I understood. I got it. He read the script and said no because it was shit. But now there are people out there who are mad at Chris for having (tbc)

the gall to say no. Stuff like “he’s too high and mighty for DW now” and “doesn’t he know where he got his big break from?” The Moffat stans are coming after my baby, and I just want to fight them all off with a sword. I’m just so angry at Moffat for how he’s divided this fandom. I don’t know where I’m going with this. Just don’t touch my Nine with a 10 foot pole Moffat stans. My baby is flawless.

We can absolutely talk about this.

While I can totally understand the disappointment bordering on betrayal about Chris’s decision to not take part in the 50th—god knows I was there with you—he’s under no obligation to be part of it, neither to the show or the fans.  Being the Doctor once, regardless of how fabulous one has portrayed the role, does not come with a lifetime contract to return to the role whenever necessary.

There’s a lot of rumors of varying degrees of shadiness and/or believablity regarding his decision not to take part in the 50th, and we’re not going to get any real answers without, like, a recording and transcript of every meeting and conversation leading up to it.  He decided to pass, and Moffat let it go.

Personally, I’m glad he did, because it sucked soooo bad, and Moffat would’ve fucked him up bad, but that’s just me.

Regardless, Moffat stans need to stop, period.  Liking something—questionable or not—is one thing, but talking trash about anyone who doesn’t like it or chooses not to take part is completely out of line.  Christopher Eccleston’s career is under his own control, not the fans, and to make assumptions about his personal character based on the singular decision not to be a part of the 50th is shameful.

For the record, Doctor Who wasn’t Christopher Eccleston’s big break.  He’s been in the industry for 25 years; he played Nine ten years ago.  He was active before, he’s been active since.  Just because certain people weren’t aware of him doesn’t mean he wasn’t there.  But it doesn’t actually matter; whatever things he’s said about production and things, he loved being the Doctor; not doing the 50th doesn’t undermine anything he’s done, and it doesn’t mean that he suddenly has become too big for it or that he doesn’t deserve respect.

People tend to forget that these are real people, with real decisions that have real consequences for them.  He never once went on record saying that the 50th was shit; even Moffat said he was nothing but congenial.  Neither his integrity as an actor or the integrity of his portrayal has been compromised by his decision not to reprise the role.  Anyone who thinks differently can stuff it.