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I think my favorite thing about The Get Down is it explicitly portrays hip hop culture as a geek culture. 

You have lit nerds writing poetry and music nerds scratching records and they all have outrageous geeky roleplay personas like “Shaolin Fantastic” and they’re all just nervous awkward teenagers cosplaying and staging “battles” over who can compose the most impressively nerdy beat poetry, with the coolest superhero theme song playing in the background.

I feel like every other hip hop biopic/documentary/historical fiction has made hip hop culture seem like an exclusive “cool kids” club. 

I’ve never before seen a portrayal of hip hop saying – the people who created hip hop loved comic books. They drew cartoon characters on their school binders. The people who created hip hop made dorky costumes and bedazzled their jackets, and collected albums like they were Yu-gi-oh! trading cards. 

I’ve never before seen a portrayal of hip hop saying – hip hop is and has always been a fandom. It was full of awkward nerds, like every other fandom you know. The people who created hip hop were just like you.

I feel like The Get Down is so affirming and so validating for all the black/brown/poc geeks who grew up thinking that being geeky was a “white thing” – that being geeky meant they “weren’t black/brown/poc enough.”

The Get Down is just a really important show okay.

When I was little, home meant the house I drew in crayon on white printer paper, the one that was supposed to look like the place I lived in. Home meant where I came back to after school every day to eat my snack and do my school work. But now more and more I find that home is such a different concept. Home is not where I sleep most nights, it is not the house with a family who never talks. Not the place I pretend I’m fine and smile so they won’t hear the truth rattling behind my teeth. Home is my best friends in the whole wide world, laughing with them so hard our stomachs hurt. Home is the bookstore I go to every day after school to study and read. Home is my dog with her toothless grins and wagging tail. Home is all the music I listen to when I’m sad. Home is drunk and camping by a lake with the people who make you feel less alone. Home is not a house, it is everything else.
—  yeahlilay
IMAGINE THOUGH
  • Dan and Phil’s daughter slamming her hands down on the piano and Dan insisting it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard,
  • Dan and Phil’s daughter coming up to Phil whilst he’s filming with a picture she drew for him,
  • Dan and Phil’s daughter sticking pink clips and bobbles into their fringes as they try not to wince,
  • Dan and Phil’s daughter baking a brownie graveyard with them,
  • Dan and Phil’s daughter wearing odd socks to school everyday,
  • Dan and Phil’s daughter getting into their bed on a Sunday morning and cuddling,
  • Dan and Phil taking their daughter to ballet,
  • Dan and Phil’s daughter laughing in the park as they vlog their day together,
  • Dan and Phil’s daughter becoming a master at video gaming,
  • Dan and Phil’s daughter learning how to swear and Phil’s telling her that those are bad words whilst Dan’s trying not to laugh,
  • Dan and Phil’s daughter falling asleep on Dan’s lap as he edits a video.
I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of liking. The boys could destroy each other by yodeling, “An-drew lo-oves Jen-nie,” and both Andrew and Jennie would flinch and blush. Love is this great thing that most songs and books and poems and lives are all about. So the minute we actually think there might be love around, we start laughing and pretending and hiding from it.
—  Caroline B. Cooney, Girl Who Invented Romance
The Most ANNOYING kinds of episodes on Property Brothers

Scenario 1:

“Hi I’m Husband and I’m a High School teacher, this is Wife, she’s a stay-at-home mom. We’re looking for a place in the city closer to work. Our max budget is $900,000

Me:

Scenario 2

“Our dream home is 3 floor detached with a view in the city with 5 bedrooms, open concept chef’s kitchen, an ensuite with a claw foot cast iron tub, marble countertops and fireplaces, all new appliances, high end finishes, high ceilings, and custom walk-in closets. Our budget is $75.”

Me:

Scenario 3

Jonathan: I always budget 10% contingency money.

Couple: Does that mean we can get our custom walk-in his and her closets?!

Me: 

Scenario 4

Jonathan: So this house is basically a blank slate. There are no walls so you can see everything, no kitchen , no finishes. The demo is pretty much done. And with the place at $500,000 market value, you have about $120,000 for renovation. You can pretty much do whatever you want.

Couple: …mmm I don’t know Jonathan… we’re not really looking to go through another renovation 

Me: WELL IT’S A GOOD THING YOU’RE ON PROPERTY BROTHERS

i’ve always loved art so much. i was a poor kid who lived in a poor town and in art class we used number two pencils and drew on lined paper. i loved my art and i loved making it. and then i won a scholarship to go to this amazing art camp for a week. it was wonderful, but i felt so fucking inferior. everyone had those kanken backpacks and velvet tipped markers and sets of charcoal pencils. they had expensive paint pallets and expensive paint. they used colored pencils with gold tops. i remember my ziplock bag of crayola pencils, and my hobby lobby acrylic paint tubes, only primary colors and black and white. everyone had artsy instagram pages where they had polaroid shots and namebrand clothes and i was so fuckin shocked to see that the art community, the place i felt most at home, was this pretentious gated place. a broke kid who uses fuckin crayola isn’t considered an artist. i never went to art schools or had any kind of lessons, i just drew flowers and desks and people in the margin of my notebook. an artist is a rich white kid with flawless skin and dyed hair who can afford prismacolor markers. an artist is trained and taught and encouraged, who begins at a young age. i drew the patterns i saw in the waterstains on my ceiling and watched bob ross videos on the library computers. and you’re not fuckin better than i am. you’re not a better person, you’re not more dedicated to your art. i’m sick of feeling inferior. i’m an artist, the same as you are.

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Ok ok ok… So here are two Oikawa + “Swedish” outfits. (I just picked two guys at random from my school year catalogue and drew their outfits) that anon requested. I really don’t know what is fashionable here… So I just did this instead, I hope it’s okay! One thing I noticed was that almost all guys are wearing blue jeans that’re cuffed + a random long sleeved shirt…. Yeah! 

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Happy birthday, my precious Phoenix!!! <33

To the Queen of Strength and Fire, and the character I draw the most!


Because of Eren’s fault, I couldn’t draw anything until this weekend and yesterday, and all the drawings I made were discarted… But yesterday at school I… Did the thing. I don’t know why, but I drew the most realistic Mikasa I’ve ever could draw. 

In that drawing, she would be five years older than now, and the background is the ocean and a stormy sky~

The first one I drew few months ago, but just today I found it on one of my countless blocs, I really liked it and decided to finish it for today, for Mikasa’s birthday uvu here, she’s smiling at Eren, and he blushes lol

And well, here you are my “Mikasa’s Theme”


Hope you like!

I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of liking. The boys could destroy each other by yodeling, “An-drew lo-oves Jen-nie,” and both Andrew and Jennie would flinch and blush. Love is this great thing that most songs and books and poems and lives are all about. So the minute we actually think there might be love around, we start laughing and pretending and hiding from it.
—  Caroline B. Cooney, Girl Who Invented Romance

Bottom Levi Week 2016 - Day 2 “Power”

I drew this from Show Me What You’re Made Of by my precious @justapansexualfanficwriter


Summary:

In an academy for those gifted with extraordinary powers, Eren Jaeger is a troublesome sophomore who has always managed to get on the wrong side of, arguably, the most powerful member of the school and the vice president of the school’s disciplinary committee: Levi Ackerman. When his friend, Jean Kirschtein, invaded his mind one afternoon and projected “not safe for chemistry lab” scenarios, Eren lost control and caused an open flame to burn the cheek of Levi Ackerman. Accidentally beginning the third world war, powers collide dangerously in a spat between the two. Levi’s tier 8 powers of complete atmospheric control versus Eren’s tier 5 abilities of telekinesis and pyrokinesis - that’s a no-brainer……….right?

(ifidefidfjfDEIFFKfLFdmkdnkdfkdnfedfj)

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AFRICAN PHOTOGRAPHY:

Today marks the start of Meet Your Photographer, a short series that will be introducing you to the contributing photographers of www.yagazieemezi.com over the next couple of weeks. You will be seeing their work on here fairly often so this is an excellent way for you to get familiar with these talented folks. 

My name is Fundiswa Ntoyi and I am a 22 year old South African-based creative with a passion for making beautiful portraits. I not only try to focus on the beauty of the people in my pictures but also to capture their souls; be it happiness, sadness, fear, confidence, and so on. Whatever emotion I can get out of someone, I want it to show in my work. 

Read more on what Fundiswa Ntoyi has to say…

Yagazie Emezi

Dedicated to the Cultural Preservation of the African Aesthetic

morioh-cho’s most unorthodox motorcycle cop, josuke higashikata (age 26)

he has the same disregard for uniform rules now as he did back in high school, regularly shirks his duties to spend a good portion of his paycheck on newly released shoes, and in general seems to be less of an enforcer and more of a guy just doing his own thing

but when the job needs to be done, it gets done and pretty much everyone trusts him

I’d say the peak of my Pokemon obsession was third grade. More than anything, I wished for Pokemon to be real. I wanted to learn about type matchups in school. I wanted to go around hunting for Pokemon and catch them and become a trainer.

That being said, Pokemon Go is a childhood dream come true for me. But back when I didn’t have a phone and internet connection, I made do with what I had: crayons, glitter pens, colored markers, cardboard, and paper. Oh, and of course, my imagination.

I found this old gem sitting in my closet. It’s back from my third grade days, and I wanted to share it with you guys.

And what was inside?

Hand-drawn, crayon-colored Pokemon cut-outs. I drew and colored most of these–my nanny (who was super good at drawing) and my older cousins were the other contributors. Basically Nanny: Eevee, Marill, Butterfree, Bulbasaur. Cousins: Onix, “Jigglypuff”, Scyther, Arbok, Azurill, the less detailed Chikorita. I’m pretty sure I drew a Mew back then, but it got lost. I’ll get into that in a while, but for now, here are some close-ups of the drawings.

These weren’t done just for the heck of it, mind you. No, third grade Atarah wanted to get as close as she could to being a real Pokemon trainer.

I’d often get my cousins to play with me, and we’d ask an adult (or really, anyone who wasn’t part of the game) to hide the cutouts around the house. They’d tell us when they were done, and we’d go searching for the Pokemon. Finders keepers, basically. And that’s why the precious Mew isn’t in this box anymore–I’m fairly sure it was hidden really well at my cousins’ house and thus we never found it. I think it turned up at some point, but by then, we’d already outgrown this whole thing.

So after we got our Pokemon, we’d go battle. Now, I think we used graphing paper once, and we counted HP by boxes. We had a set HP each, and -3 boxes if the attack is super effective, -2 if it’s normal damage, and -1 if it’s not very effective. I guess we used memory of the video games to think of attacks for the Johto and Hoenn Pokemon. But for the Kanto ones?

We had references, man. And this book was one of my most prized possessions.

And that’s not all! I eventually upgraded the gameplay and added stuff like this

I’m … not quite sure how those worked tho. Either I never figured out a systematic way of using these, or I just forgot.

And that was the origin of Pokemon Go lol jk

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a huge chunk of why Pokemon Go means a lot to me. Childhood never dies <3

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i deliriously drew this at 5 in the morning after checking online for a School Thing + seeing that was canceled + crying before rolling back to bed and forgetting i drew it is that not the most college thing youve ever heard

To all you artists out there just starting out, regardless of age, I wanted to share this bit of old art, to show how rapidly you can improve.

This is my lovely grandpa, Ole Fredrik Harbek. The drawing on the left was done July 2003, only a few months after I started drawing, and I was about to start General Studies in upper secondary school. Then I spent most of that school year drawing in class. January, I decided switch to Arts come autumn.

During the last half of this 14-month period, after I’d decided to commit to art, I uploaded 80 drawings to deviantArt. In September 2004, having very recently started studying art, I drew the picture on the right. Even over a decade later, I still think it’s pretty good. That’s exactly what my grandpa looked like.

So here are my two bits of advice:

  • Draw. A LOT. If you’re not using your hands or eyes for anything, draw. And don’t just nitpick on one piece for ages, draw lots of different things. Then keep at it. Have fun. Dive into it.
  • Challenge yourself. If you don’t challenge yourself, you don’t improve. You learn way more from trying and failing, than from drawing the same thing/style over and over. Allow yourself to fail. Explore. Experiment. 

The years when I have failed to improve as an artist are the years I haven’t followed these two simple rules. And these rules can apply to anything you want to be good at, not just art. People always say I have a talent for art, but what I really have is passion, which is what drives me to follow these rules.

And trust me, just because it’s simple, doesn’t mean it’s easy. I’ve been actively drawing for almost 13 years, and I still have trouble following these rules. But they make a hell of a difference when you do follow them.

So go forth and art well! ♥

My notebook is becoming pretty full with these doodles. This time I drew the sirens from my favorite game: Borderlands (2)!
They all have the same pose so you can see their cool tattoos. I also tried to give them different faces and their own personality.
Hope you like it!
What is your favorite game? And id you play Borderlands, which class do you like the most?
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For some reason, Instagram has troubles with uploading this one :/

Made with Instagram
I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of liking. The boys could destroy each other by yodeling, “An-drew lo-oves Jen-nie,” and both Andrew and Jennie would flinch and blush. Love is this great thing that most songs and books and poems and lives are all about. So the minute we actually think there might be love around, we start laughing and pretending and hiding from it.
—  Caroline B. Cooney, Girl Who Invented Romance