An open letter to the Tumblr Staff from the blogger you just screwed over

Okay, staff, I am super freaking pissed about the update and here’s why. 

I cannot read your new format. 

I’m not trying to be whiny or nitpicky or over-dramatic. I can appreciate that you were attempting to make things look more organised/less confusing/whatever. I also expect the new format is a great improvement for people who have screen readers. That’s great. That’s fine. 

I just cannot freaking read this. I have dyslexia, and my dyslexia is set off by pictures, bold, italics, anything that is more “interesting” to my brain than plain, unadorned text.

Like this monstrosity:

Look at it. Just look at it. The pictures get in between the lines of text, there’s distracting colors and pictures everywhere. The names are bolded when they’re really not the most important thing. Looking at this, I see everything except what I’m supposed to see, that cheesy series of puns. (No pun intended.)

You literally couldn’t have made a worse format for me if you’d tried.

The thing is, your format was what made me really like Tumblr in the first place. It was super clear who was writing something new, because look, there was a freaking line pointing right to it. Unless someone started writing in all caps or bold or whatever, all the text in a post had the same amount of emphasis. Finally, SOMETHING ON THE INTERNET I COULD READ.

And now, now I can’t read any of it at all. 

So yeah, I’m pissed. 

Like, I know that you’re not going to change it back, because you never seem to listen when anyone on your site complains about anything. I’m not sure why I bothered writing this to you guys, given your track record. 

But now’s your chance to prove me wrong. Seriously, the least you could do is give us an option here. You’ve still got the old code. Just stick a button somewhere to revert to the old format so I can enjoy my text posts in peace. 


Dyslexic Blogger


“See Yourself As Any Princess” | Art series by Precious Henshaw.

**Prints available for purchase on my online shop: PreciousHenshaw.etsy.com**

What it’s about: An artistic depiction of several popular, fictional princesses envisioned as Black girls.

Why I did this: Sometime in my teen years, when I was tutoring elementary school children, I overheard two Black girls talking about wanting to be Cinderella for Halloween. Another girl interrupted them and said, “You can’t be Cinderella, because you’re Black!” It bothered me. When my little cousins came along and they began to take interest in princesses, I often wondered how they felt about not looking like some of the popular ones, such as Cinderella and Snow White. Would they play princess happily until someone came and told them that they could never be a certain princess, because they are Black? It’s no secret that when the majority of characters on TV are white, some young Black girls can have a hard time identifying with them without feeling as though they needed to change their appearance in order to look more like them.

This art series is not meant to merely change white characters into ones of color, but rather to encourage my younger girl cousins - and any other young Black girl I might inspire - to see themselves as any princess they want to be, without feeling the need to change their skin or their hair.

Check out my online shop at PreciousHenshaw.etsy.com where I am selling prints of my artwork.

Find me on Instagram: @precioushenshaw

Honestly I don’t care if she knows the name of my favorite band or my favorite color. I don’t care if she knows the title of my favorite movie or my favorite flavor of ice cream. I mean sure, it’s nice when people remember those things. But what’s important to me is someone who notices. Someone who pays attention. 

I want someone who analyzes the way I am. I want someone who notices that I look more like my dad instead of my mom, or that I have his eyes but her sarcastic sense of humor. I want a woman who will memorize the inflections in my voice like the lyrics to her favorite song. I want someone who wants to go to my home town just to see the place where I smoked weed for the first time, or my childhood bedroom and how it still resembles me as a twenty year old woman.

Anyone can ask you about your favorite things and remember them. A special person will want to know the why and the how, and they will not only remember, but they will want to experience it with you. They will want to experience YOU.

Color Adjusting for POC with PSDs Made for White People

Since there aren’t half as many PSDs or coloring tutorials designed for POC, I figured a better way is to show people how to adjust the PSDs or techniques they already have on hand instead.

Things we will look at:

  1. How to recognize white washed POC**
  2. How to fix it

I’ve divided it into 3 parts under the cut :D

**This is also for people who reblog things and want to know what is and isn’t white washing

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What You Cannot See

There are few things more humiliating than shopping for clothes as an overweight woman. We hear the statistics about how obesity is a major problem in the United States and still, there are a handful of stores where we can buy clothes. At most of those stores, the clothes are hideous and if you are under fifty, the hideousness increases by a factor of ten. 

I hate clothes shopping and have for years because I know I’m not going to find anything I actually want to wear. I don’t like patterns. I don’t like appliqué. I don’t like bright colors. Fat girl clothes designers never got this memo. 

I have many dreams about the clothes I would like to wear–maxi dresses, tailored slacks, sexy camisoles, whatever. I lack the courage to wear such things. Jeans and dark shirts it is. 

Today I went to a clothing store. I wanted to find a few nice things to wear for someone I want to look nice for when I see them soon. I am caring about my appearance. I am caring about myself, maybe. This is new and I think I like it. It’s embarrassing. Nothing makes sense anymore.  I am blushing. 

I was at this store, looking for things when a young woman came out of the dressing room crying. I won’t get into the details of it because it’s her story but she was so upset and her mother was treating her in quite a humiliating manner and I wanted to sob right there in the store because I am not having the best day and it was just too much to see such a familiar and painful scene. 

I’ve been that girl, too big for the clothes in the store, just trying to find something, anything that fits, while also dealing with the commentary of someone else who means well but can’t help but make pointed, insensitive comments. I cannot even get into the details. It’s too much.

I hate shopping.  

People try all manner of tactics to make us lose weight–tips and “help”, diet and exercise advice, nagging, harassment, shaming. There is this idea that if you shame a fat person enough, you will somehow move them to discipline their body. That is not how it works. What you see is the fat. What you cannot see is so far beyond what you can understand. 

I am not a hugger but I wanted to wrap my arms around this girl. I wanted to protect her from this world that is so unbelievably cruel to overweight people. There was nothing I could really do because I know this world. I live in it too. There’s no shelter or safety or escape from the cruel stares and comments, the too-small seats, the too small everything for your too big body.

But I followed her to the dressing room and I told her she was beautiful. And she was indeed beautiful.  She nodded and tears were streaming down her face. We both went on with our shopping. I wanted to tear her mother’s face off. I wanted to call my person and hear a kind voice. I wanted something to pull me out of the spiral of self-loathing I felt myself tumbling into. I wanted to burn the store down. I wanted to scream. 

When the young woman left the store, she was still crying. I cannot stop picturing her face, that look in her eyes that I know too well, how she was trying to fold in on herself in a body that was so visible. She was trying to disappear and she couldn’t. It is unbearable to want something so little and so much. 


A special new year surprise– my lovely editor and art director over at Chronicle sent me an advance copy of Interstellar Cinderella– my first illustrated picture book! What a blast to work on. Every page was made with sheets of rubylith, ink, shape, washes and pencil– all meshed with digital process into a cacophony of color, shape, texture and pattern. The book, written by the lovely Deborah Underwood, is a retelling of the classic story where Cinderella is a fiery girl who wants nothing more to fix spaceships and be a space mechanic. Plus, the front cover has this amazing holo foil treatment that looks like oil on pavement. So neat.

It’s available this May– preorders are already up on Amazon and Powell’s. I can’t wait to see it at Powell’s and I hope lots of kids enjoy it! Meanwhile, I can’t wait to work on my next picture book– any takers? I’m itching to incorporate collage :)


Costuming Spotlight: Professor Zahra Bastet

“For the film’s only original professor, Zahra Bastet, we stuck with a simple classic silhouette inspired by Moroccan kaftans and takchitas and the very traditional Egyptian inspired color scheme of black, cream, and gold. The robes you see on Professor Bastet in The Gathering Storm are akin more to dress robes than what she would wear normally in her profession as a curse-breaker. She’s new to the teaching side of Hogwarts and views this as a challenging but temporary assignment. As a proud woman who wants to make the best impression she can Bastet forgoes what a sensible tomb excavating curse-breaker would wear for this more formal attire.

I wanted the design to, however slightly, draw inspiration from the ancient Egyptian ruins of Bastet’s normal work environment. For this I looked to Egyptian hieroglyphics. I took the stacked structure of hieroglyphics and segmented the main body of the robes to give it a similar block-like feel while still framing the actress’s shape.

I wanted Bastet’s robes to have almost an antique feel to them so I picked fabrics that were interesting and rich with texture. I chose a block patterned black brocade woven with black metallic threads for the main portion of the body and sleeves, a checker textured cream with gold metallic spots, and a synthetic matted cream fur for the shoulders and sleeve details. Multiple luminous gold trims were used to frame the design. Underneath her dress robes Bastet wears a modest lace top and full black chiffon skirt meant to give her otherwise structured ensemble some fluidity.”

- Cavalyn Galano, Head Costume Designer for The Gathering Storm: A Marauders Fan Film

“Y'know, we could’ve planned this out a bit better,” she starts once she’s buckled and seated, “Or you could’ve just sent me like – an apology letter, or somethin’ – that might’ve sufficed.”

From the corner of her eye, she can see him pout his lip out at her, his arm swinging around the back of her seat so he can back out of the parking spot, “There’s no fun in that. Thought this would be more from the heart, and figured you deserved it – really – I know you probably didn’t fancy the sight of me – y'know  –”

“Balls deep?”

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hello everyoneeeee!!! let’s talk about shigeo’s aura some more bc it’s super fun!

this post was inspired by @mobiuspsychics100!! i had written a little observation on ritsu and shigeo’s aura and they added commentary that was totally awesome! it read, “I love how bones gave everyone individual auras thinking about how they move and work is so neat. I’m so glad we have this extension of their characters.” - mobiuspsychics100  

what you said really stuck with me so i thought i would share some things that were on my mind!! !! i had said earlier that shigeo’s aura is very colorful!! if you look above you can see that it’s like a pulsating rainbow. which is sooooooo beautiful in my opinion!! ♡♡♡ compared to everyone else i would say that shigeo’s aura is probably the most vibrant !! <3

another thing i noticed in this sequence is that his aura has stages of color palettes which i wanted to show you today! in the first cap each color has it’s set position, kinda like color blocking! then as it lingers into the next cap the pink, red and purple fade away, only leaving shades of blue and green, though they still have their set position. blue is on one side and green is on the other!

but on the third and final stage all the colors blend together into one rhythmic flow!!! isn’t that interesting??? also i noticed that shigeo’s most dominant colors are deep shades of pink, blue and purple! on the last cap that deep purple appeared! that’s when shigeo released all of his power! ! i have a theory on that but i’ll look more into it before i post my opinions ! anyway i’m rambling! these are some color palettes from each cap! i hope you enjoy!!


the first stage has the most color palettes because they were separated so it was easy to get clear results!!!<3 aren’t shigeo’s colors pretty?? i think they are! also there’s more palettes under the cut from the second and third cap! ♡

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“Dean, what color toothbrush do you want?”

He looks at the options before him, his brain scanning over every color, his little pink tongue peeking out from between his lips.

“Green…” he finally says. “No, blue. Fuck!”

“Are we really doing this right now?” you ask, grabbing the nearest purple toothbrush off the rack and adding it your basket.

“This is a very important decision, Y/N,” he responds, looking up and down the aisle as if there were more options he just wasn’t seeing. “I’m the one who has to look at this thing everyday.”

You watch him as he continues to scan the rows, his brow furrowed in deep concentration.

And then he sees it.

His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas, and his hand shoots out so fast that it it’s almost a blur. When it’s in his hands, he assesses it, pressing the button so the figure on top spins in circles. You can’t help but laugh at his boyish expression, a smile so wide on his face you swore he’d won the lottery.

“A Batman toothbrush? You’re almost 40 years old, Dean.”

“Yes,” he says, clearly satisfied with his decision. He comes next to your ear and whispers low enough so only you can hear it. “You do call me Batman in the bedroom after all.” Throwing the toothbrush into your basket, he walks away from you, leaving you with your mouth hanging open like a fish out of water.

When you know he’s out of sight, you quickly swap your purple toothbrush with a Wonder Woman one, pressing the button to make her spin in circles.

types of interview questions...

that i’d like to see more of in 2015:

  • how does it feel to finally finish writing a song and which one was the hardest?
  • if your pillow had to smell like one condiment for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?
  • what gets you out of your slump when you feel like you don’t want to do anything productive?
  • in three words, how would you describe the teacher you disliked the most from your school years?
  • what do you think the color turquoise tastes like?
  • when you were younger, what was your favorite form of procrastination?
  • what’s your opinion on blankets that are just a bit too short for your body?

that i’d like to see less of in 2015:

  • anything to do with the love lives of each member
  • anything to do with the love lives of each member
  • anything to do with the love lives of each member
Coloring Tattoos, DiabloxReader

You stand looking at the two most important people in your life. Your husband, the love of your life and your beautiful daughter, the most precious gift you’ve been blessed with.

She sits in his lap, markers littered in hers. Pinks and purples and blues, some glitter and some plain. She looked up at him smiling as she continues to color in his tattoos.

“See daddy? Now you get to be colorful like mommy!!” She squeals with excitement as you look down at your own colored in tattoos.

“Well make sure you make mine even better than Mommy’s, because you love daddy more right?” He grins at her.

She shakes her head vigorously, “No daddy, I love you both the same amounts.”

You snicker as he mock pouts. “What about if I let you have ice cream whenever you want it for a week?”

It’s her turn to laugh, “Oh daddy! Mommy would never let you do that!” She switches arms and starts to color it in.

“How about if I give yoooouuuu,” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a $20 bill, “some money!!”

She grabs the money and says “I love you more daddy!!” Then turning to face you as if he can no longer see her, she whispers “I love you just as much mommy.”

“Hey! I heard that! I want my money back.” He pouts again.

She hops off his lap and runs to you. “Mommy said when you do that, to say that all transitions are final.”

You laugh, correcting her “transactions, baby”.

“All transactions are final daddy!!” You scoop her up and plant a kiss on her cheek as Chato wraps the both of you in a hug, placing a kiss on your lips and the cheek of his daughter. “The life I live” he says under smiling lips.

To the man who will love her next

The first time you’ll look at her, you’ll never know what’s inside of her. The way she smile when something good happens to her, the color of her eyes when she’s sad, the way she flips her hair, the way she talks, she’s more than what your eyes can see. And the moment you try to get to know her, all you want to do is to spend the rest of your life knowing her. 

Let me tell you something about her. She’s a paradox, she wants to be happy, but she’s thinking of the things that makes her sad. She don’t like herself, but she also love the person she is. She says I don’t care, but in reality she really do. She’s a conflicted contradiction. She’s complicated. A walking disaster. She’s difficult to be with. She’s loud, especially when you fight over things that isn’t worth arguing for. It’s really hard dealing with her tantrums. She never know what she wants. She’ll get mad if you will chase her, but if you will not going to do that, believe me, she won’t talk to you for an hour. She’s clingy, she’ll spam your inbox with ‘where are yous’ and ‘i miss you’. She’s stubborn and hard headed. There are days when she’s grumpy for no apparent reason other than the fact that she’s grumpy. She’s moody like she won’t talk to you or sometimes she’s really mad at you for no apparent reason just to apologize two seconds later.. There are days when she’ll complain about everything like the people around her, the food that she ordered, even to small little things or even you and you’ll just have to deal with it. There are days where she doesn’t want to talk to anyone, even you, because that’s the time when she wants to shuts the world out because she just wants to sit in silence. She easily gets jealous and you need to do a lot of explanations. There are days when her hair is messy and all over the place. She’s too much to handle.

As you can see, these are the negative things about her. It’s not that i don’t want you to fall in love with her. It’s just that, these are the things that i loved about her. These are the things that made me fall in love with her. I’m telling you, she’s one of a kind. And if you decided to hold her heart, keep it and never break it. Be gentle as you put back the pieces of her heart that I broke. Never take her for granted, because when shes gone shes gone.
Love her with honesty. Don’t ever hurt her. When she’s crying, don’t say anything, just hug her. She’s really fragile and i don’t want to see her breaking. I loved her but maybe she deserves someone who can fight for her. I know she needs someone like you who can keep her. She’s the girl you wouldn’t dare trade her for anything in this world, too bad i let go of someone like her.

I’ll try my best! The characters I used in this picture belong to me.

1 Rough sketch, just to know what I am going to do.

2 Do the outline. I don’t really recommend you to do too many lines like me. It’s really a bad habit…

3 Background color. To make sure the basic atmosphere I want to create.

4 Basic color. Brush opacity=65% that the background color can go through these colors.

5 Start to do details. Not very satisfied with the skin tone. I will change later.

6 Almost Done! While doing detail colors I also change some line color to look more soft (I don’t like pure black in my drawings)

7 Duplicate layer—Filter gallery—Half tone pattern. I want to add little dots on the picture!

8 The dot layers: Layers—Pin light. kinda see the pattern dots in the picture. Then check if there are bugs. Done!

This picture took about 4 hours. I use no more than 5 layers to do the color (too lazy TUT). All brushes I use are the basic brushes you can find in photoshop. I prefer square brushes!

Wish my stupid process can help you…

17 – Making the Animation

At this stage, we will take the scene where Ernest is waking up, the scene that you saw earlier at the storyboard entry. As a reminder, here is the scene as it was in the layout:

First, I explain the lead animator what I want for this scene.

He then gives the information to the animator who will work on the scene.

I sometimes pass by so I can give more information about the scene.

The animator will make a rough version of his or her scene, and that rough version will give us an idea of what the scene will look like.

Patrick can see the scene as a work in progress and give corrections as necessary.

Finally we have the clean animation, ready to be colored.

This is how the color team starts working. Greg was the lead colorist.

They start coloring each moving character and object. You will notice that the lines of the drawings are not closed so the volume of the characters is not always defined. The lead colorist has to complete this volume.

The colors will complete the volume.

After that the shadows will be added.

So here is the final result:

This is how we worked on animation. We were lucky to make all those things in only one studio in Paris. Our biggest advantage to working among the animators was that we could work precisely on the acting of the characters. Even if I was not really clear all the time…


Adding to things that are long overdue, I’ve decided to upload the QR codes for my town pathways and streams and such.  This is the first collection, the paths themselves.  I wasn’t going to let my paths out into the world when I first made them, I kind of wanted them to be personal to my town to get more people to want to see my town, but now I kind of want to see what other people can do with these!

You don’t have to, but if you want to, why not send me your dream code if you do use them, so I can take a look around?  ouo

(And I know the brick isn’t really THAT pink, but it’s like a..  salmon pinkish color, y’know?  Heh.)

@tarashima is fired for not talking me out of drawing Yuugi in a hat. This was a terrible idea. Everyone needs to feel my pain, so I’m challenging you all to draw YuugiinHat lol

lol you don’t really have to. Unless you wanna. In all seriousness, I needed something cute to help improve my mood. What’s more cute than Yuugi? Nothing. Lol

asexualwallcrawler  asked:



  • tony is so deathly afraid of disappointing steve that his greatest fear isn’t just watching him (and all the other avengers) die it’s steve believing he isn’t enough to save them 
  • it’s why his kneejerk reaction to steve being seemingly unaffected by scarlet witch was sheer disbelief after what he’d seen
  • eVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEIR INTERACTIONS IN AOU IS COLORED BY THIS NIGHTMARE OKAY i bet u tony looked steve in the eye countless times and had only flashbacks to seeing him lying there bleeding out across the ground
  • if they could have just taLKED it would have explained so much for steve??? how could he accuse tony of being blindly reckless and arrogant when all of this was so tony could protect the team and protect him 
  • i’m still in shock it happened like obviously you can interpret it any way you want but given the lack of actual interaction in the mcu………THIS IS UNPRECEDENTED LEVELS OF GAY THIS IS COMIC LEVELS OF GAY. AVENGERS ASSEMBLE GAY.
  • tony wanting to be able to go home at the end of all the battles + tony rebuilding the tower so they could have a home + tony’s nightmare = he wANTS to keep steve safe and give steve a place he can call home too