it was very important that i found this image

1920s Exhibit on Conservation

by Bonnie Isaac

In looking through museum archives, I found a photograph that intrigued me. The image (above) looked very similar to the spring wildflower diorama in Botany Hall, but different in that there was litter on the ground. After some digging around, it turns out that our curators and exhibit designers here at the museum were way ahead of the curve on conservation awareness.

The 32nd annual report of Carnegie Museum from 1929 states:

“One of the ideas underlying the preparation of this group was that of stressing the importance of preserving our wildflowers. In order to present this idea without marring the natural appearance of the main exhibit, there were prepared two miniature exhibits, exact duplicates of the larger one, but showing on the one hand the desecration of such a beautiful spot by thoughtless and destructive picnickers, and, on the other hand, the bleak devastation wrought by fire. These miniature exhibits, one placed on each side of the main exhibit, have attracted much attention and undoubtedly help to serve the desired educational purpose.”

Smokey Bear was created in 1944, and the first Earth Day was celebrated in 1970. Carnegie Museum of Natural History was raising these concerns in 1928!

The spring wildflower diorama today

Bonnie Isaac is the collection manager in the Section of Botany at Carnegie Museum of Natural History. Museum employees are encouraged to blog about their unique experiences and knowledge gained from working at the museum.

This is just a reminder that when you’re making stimboards/moodboards/gifsets/image-heavy posts

Not only should you source the image

But you should also check the usage rights and make sure you’re allowed to use the image

This is especially important with stimboards that include body stims, because gifs of people are in there, but it’s important with everything. Google has a function that allows you to search based on usage rights, which is very helpful. I know it’s hard enough to get people to source images and stuff online, but it’s also important to remember that not all images are available for use.

Also a reminder that “I found it on Google/Tumblr/Pinterest/whatever” is not a source. A source is either a link or enough information that someone could find the link on their own.

anonymous asked:

Where did the skeleton image with text originate?

Hi there!
Thanks for your interest! It’s always nice when people send me a question about my work.

The Story behind the Afterlife Skeleton Avatar:

While searching for free 3D meshes on the web, I found a nice basic skeleton model, but I’m honestly not quite sure anymore which one it was. Normally I only work with very primitive, self-made 3D meshes, but the skeleton was an exception.

I imported the Skeleton mesh into Blender and then created a height map for the background-mountains-mesh. Then I exported a 720 by 576 pixel frame of that scene, added a gradient sky and put some stars on top of that.

I then had the idea of an afterlife dimension, where ‘ethereal’ skeleton avatars meet each other between their ‘lives’ - similar to normal people meeting on weekends. This led to the written text on that image, which is set in the “ModeSeven” typeface as far a I can remember - or a very similar bitmap-style typeface (happened months ago, not quite sure anymore).

From there I exported a 20 seconds video of the final still, to a VHS VCR via a Canopus ADVC110. 

While playing back that video on the VCR, I routed the video signal though an old glitchy video processor / mixer to add some analog texture, and from there back to digital, again via the ADVC110.

After posting the Afterlife Skeleton Avatar, I suddenly discovered, Skeletons are quite appreciated on tumblr.

Generally spoken, 99% of the work I post on my tumblr, was generated, made, photographed, edited etc. by myself.

So, sadly there is no unknown 1990s game or animated movie about Afterlife Skeleton Avatars out there - maybe I should setup a crowd funding campaign to change that.

anonymous asked:

Hey there! Do you know any resources where I can learn properly anatomy from since I'm a beginner at art? Thank you for your time!

Ok! yes.

WARNING: all the links are related to human anatomy, hence some have images of internal organs, skeletons and genitalia.

first thing first: anatomy is a fucking nightmare to learn. for me at least. You need to do a lot of boring stuff before getting to the really fun stuff. I can tell you what my own process was because I studied it the long way at school.

The skeleton

While you’re not a medicine student and you don’t really need to know every single name of every single bone it’s good you at least can name the most important ones and where they are and what are their proportions with the bones close to it and ho they attach

You can learn this basically one way: by copying those kind of images:

Is it boring? HELL YES. is it necessary? VERY MUCH SO.

You should copy those while trying to understand from the image those things I told you about. it’s really important to focus on proportions and how bones interact with each other, otherwise it’s just copying and it’s time wasted. 

Where to find those kind of images: I haven’t found a proper online resource for this unfortunately, but something is out there: 

My best advice though it’s this: since it’s a pain in the ass to copy from screen and most of the images you find online are low-res you should go to your local library and look for a book that has this kind of images. look for either medical student books or artist books. You can also find them in a book store but you won’t need those books for long so it’s frankly a waste of money as they tend to be SUPEREXPENSIVE. I never ever ever opened mine after doing those exercises. Avoid buying them on the internet because you never understand what’s inside and you’ll need those specific things to copy:

What to copy:

upper body: front - back - side

an arm: front - back - side

a leg: front - back - side

skull: front - back - side

a full skeleton: front - back - side

This should be it, any more than that and you’ll want to kill yourself.

The muscles

Thankfully you won’t need to learn every single muscle in the human body, just the outer layer. 

The exercise is still the same but there are a lot more resources on this and you need to pay attention to: how they move, how they work, how they attach to the bones underneath it

Still, the advice I had for the skeleton is the same: try your local library for something on paper.

Once you have done the basics copying (upper body, arm, leg, head all in front, back and side. Remember to include the neck and neck muscles in the headshot. ) you can start doing something MUCH MORE INTERESTING: copying real poses.

Do a few exercises like this:

(image from Amenarae

where you look at a pose and then draw the muscles on it. If you have done your studies well (and by well I mean: learning where’s where and how they work) you should be able to do this easily.

Start from this website: (which by the way is the resource the artist of the example used) because they are 3d models that already show the muscles. And do it properly, and by properly I mean: trying to understand anything you see and match it with what you’ve learned of muscles.

But as soon as you can start doing it from photos! Copying is important as I said but even more is actually applying those things you’ve learned. Pixelovely has a ton of photos to copy for this exercise.

And now for something more interesting: life drawing and gesture drawing

QuickPoses is great. it also have a sort of a gamifying system of earning a sort of certificate after tot-hours spent doing it. 

Now, there is a difference between life drawing and gesture drawing. I love gesture drawing much more if you ask me but both are important. 

Avoid using posemaniacs for either of these exercises, as they are 3d models they lack the natural aspect of a real human body and they’ll ALWAYS look fake.

Life drawing is… well, drawing from life, with a model. You should try to find a class in your area that does it, the more you do the better. The poses are long, from 10 minutes to 2 hours each and you focus on drawing the person in front of you in detail and good proportions. if you can’t find a IRL class (you should!) those links I gave you previously (quickposes and pixelovely) are decent substitute. 

Dude. do it. this is one of those exercises that artists keep doing all their lives, because it’s worth it.

(source, these are mine btw)

Gesture Drawing is a bit more different but I love it much more. It’s also scary as fuck because it’s fast and dirty and people find it intimidating but once you’ve done it a bit it’s AMAZING.

It is similar to life drawing but it differentiate in the purpose, in gesture drawing you look at faster poses (usually 1 or 2 minutes each, sometime even just 30 seconds) and you don’t really focus on anatomy and proportions (something you have to do in life drawing) but on gesture and movement. Basically you try to draw the idea of movement of the pose.

these are some of mines:

there are more in my other blog

This is the PERFECT way to learn movement and how to simplify your pencil-strokes. learning how to suggest a pose just with few lines is the most powerful tool you’ll ever have at your disposal.

I spend periods doing it every day, 5 minutes a day, usually 30 seconds or 1 minute each (which means either 10 poses or 5). and it helps SO VERY MUCH. In the months I do this exercise daily I draw so much better than when I don’t.


Dear Readers,

You may have noticed that Witch Weekly’s tumblr postings outside of the monthly publication have been a bit sparse this month. Our staff needed a bit of a break to recharge our batteries and devote some time to the many other responsibilities we have outside of our “offices” (shocking, I know!). We are officially back for the month of July and will have some terrific new content and reports to bring to you in our August issue.

You may have also noticed that this issue has a new face on its cover—one that you may not recognize along with its famous name. When I started up the new Witch Weekly project along with my fantastic staff (I will never not shout their praises), I hadn’t heard much about the POC!Hermione movement in the fandom. Yet the more that I read on the matter over the past few months, the more I wished I would have cast our first issue’s Hermione as a woman of colour.

JK Rowling’s series that we all so adore, and which has impacted us so profoundly, is steeped in symbolism. From the wizarding wars representing the World Wars to the status of werewolves as representative of the world’s reaction to the AIDS crisis, Harry Potter represents much more than just an enthralling storyline. This is one of the reasons why the series will stand the test of time and take a solid place among the literary canon. It is great literature—even children’s literature—that speaks beyond the story, that draws parallels to our current lives and teaches us to rise above and beyond the status quo.

For this reason, we have decided to re-cast Hermione on the pages of our magazine as a black woman (specifically the talented Antonia Thomas). The story of Hermione is deliberately told by Rowling to be one of facing blatant and very old discrimination based purely on belief in the superiority of blood. The allegory of blood status to racial/ethnic relations is very obvious and, given the noted metaphor of the wizarding wars to the World Wars, even more poignant.

We chose a black British actress to grace our cover for this month in our reboot (or you could even say “retcon” if you wish) of our initial issue. Take a look around tumblr and you can see how very poignantly the idea of a black Hermione has resonated with readers, especially for those who are not white. For readers who face discrimination firsthand—from underfunded school systems, to de facto segregation, to overt racism—Hermione as a woman of colour is a shining light in popular culture. It is for this reason that I have found such profundity in taking on this headcanon for myself and in our publication.

Some people want direct textual references to base the image of their characters upon—to that I direct them to the only mention of Hermione’s skin tone in Prisoner of Azkaban as “very brown” and the well-known fact that her hair was “bushy” and “frizzy.” Some may counter that Rowling specifically mentioned the race of characters like Lee Jordan or Kingsley Shacklebolt, thus Hermione must be white if it is not mentioned. Yet herein lies an important thing for us all to learn in the ways in which we read not only fiction, but also the narration of the real world around us: whiteness is not a lack of race. In actively reading Hermione (or, say, Leanne, Katie Bell’s friend from our February issue) as a woman of colour, you widen your world and negate the effects of whitewashing.

By taking this step in fiction, it allows you to practice seeing how this plays out in real life as well. I encourage you to read some of the terrific articles out there written by women of colour and the way in which Hermione resonated with them. But also think of the ways in which your readings of texts and characters can expand by throwing aside the idea that the lack of race is whiteness. As skeletonkili on tumblr says in their imagining of POC!Hermione: “… but [think about] black Hermione[,] how she thought she left racism behind in the muggle world but whoops wizards are racist too but they don’t care about your skin it’s just your f*ckin blood…” There’s so much more to imagine in the story!

And this is what our fandom has embraced so tremendously and what we here at Witch Weekly want to live up to—transformative works of fandom and fiction. We don’t need to sit and read dusty volumes from the shelves of the Norton Anthology—we’re ready to retake our fiction and write it broader, fuller and far beyond the confines of the printed page. We would love to see Witch Weekly be a place of conversation, where we engage with the text and our ideas to do better, spread new ideas and encourage active and respectful dialogue. So while this Editor’s Letter is a bit of an explanation, it’s also a call to action for us all!

- Elsbeth Riverspell

Eileen and Erza

I’m not sure why everyone is so shocked about the Eileen revelation in 519. I mean I pretty much figured it out early on in their meeting .

She said she wanted Erza dead, hated her, or something to the effect of that so many times . I really just think it seemed like she was trying to convince herself of it.

Plus, she LOVED before she was even born. In fact her becoming a full on dragon was brought on by her Ex-husband trying to rip the baby out of her. Then she continued to carry Erza around for another 400 years. Now yes,  I guess you can say that’s just circumstantial, but I don’t think it was completely, based on Eileen’s dialogue (flashback wise)

However, up until the thought of using Erza to gain a human body, she still showed care for her. Once she had that thought in her head she was consumed by it. For the most part at least…

Also once Erza was born, why didn’t Eileen just kill the infant if she simply hated her and found her useless?

Obviously , Eileen has become deranged over time but throughout I personally felt she was leaving something out about her feelings for Erza.
The fact that Mashima left out an important part of time , was a major help to my theory. We got this chunk of time in 519.

To add to my reasoning it there also wasn’t any good reason Eileen gave for wanting Erza dead other then hating her, but that’s a very vague reason
Personally, I think she wanted to kill her because She knew Erza was her biggest , maybe only, weakness.


(images are caps taken from


Angie’s Tips and Tricks for Live2D Models

I’ve gotten some questions about editing these things so I’ll do my best to give some pointers on how to make these. First things first we will need:

  • A basic understanding of Photoshop and loading Live2D models. You will need to know how to do shading/highlights and how to use layers because I’m not going to go into that here.
  • The Live2D viewer as well as the Live2D Fates Assets. The original link I got them from appears to have died so I’m unsure of where to get them if you don’t already have them. I won’t reupload as they were taken down by the original poster.

Tips under the cut! I’m no expert at editing these, so there may be things I’m wrong about so I’m merely speaking from experience.

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swlotakulady34  asked:

Hi uh can I just pop in and say you've infinitesimally brightened up my life. Ever since I (sorta) met you and followed you I've been more positive, I've started to like myself and my image more, and I've been more accepting of how I'm different. You deserve to know that you make a difference in people's lives, and that what you do is important to me at the very least. Thank you. :)

Hi hello okay I teared up reading this. 

I am so so happy that you’ve found love for yourself because you deserve to believe in your beauty, internal and external. You are beyond incredible, and I know this even from the few interactions we’ve had. 

Thank you for sending me this. It was so kind of you. It makes me feel like I do something good, and that is so heartwarming. It’s something I am grateful to hear every once in a while, especially when I know that it helps someone else. 

Have a fantastic rest of your day, darling. You’ve made my night, and I really really want you to know that <3 



I wanted to study this little dorks expressions, because he’s a great topic for this, haha. And before starting something mine with him I had to. All original faces comes from Naruto vol 37 - yea, studying from a comic book is much more challenging than doing it from life, or photos. Why? Because here I had to found the form alone and tried to get the semi real look in my own style. Or not that semi real- comic in my way. It’s so important to draw the topic that interests you A LOT, and study everything you can. Getting familiar with original source is very helpful. I discovered some tiny details in his face that got me refreshing image. Next in line is Kakuzu, and there are many more Hidans to nail too, sooo~ so exiteed


Hey! Finally I and @ryou-hxh ‘ve got the results from our latest poll

After difficult calculations we found out real proportions of Hisoka:
tongue: 10.5cm
nails: 7cm
legs: 33.3cm
dick: 24.5cm (it almost touching the ground!)

As a result we managed to make an image of actual Hisoka’s sizes.

Also, big thanks to all who were spreading the sciense. And special thanks to @sassyred-classyblack @hattoririma and @aimihanibal for additional thoughts.

And remember, kids! If your penis is long enough to touch the ground, you need to wash it properly six times a day.

See you next poll!

This is 100% better done as a video but I don’t have programs or time to do that so. This is gonna be a super long post that I’m gonna put under a read more. But it’s totally fine to share.

I think it’s important to look at how other filmmakers are thinking about stuff. Why they’re doing a certain thing. How it develops. And it’s important to learn from people who aren’t established and who are around your same level. You can learn all you want about how Kubrick did this or Deakins does that but you don’t have the crew and resources they do. So I’m just gonna go into how and why I use my favorite graphic element, mirrors, below the cut

I’m dedicating it to my film mutuals. luv you <3 @bug-gin@harddayforthezenemies@abderrahmane-sissako@vagabondaesthetics​ @communistcoppola@jpdiaz@princeofthots​ @mizoguchi@pyotra@seracuestiondesuerte​ @fromthecloudstotheresistance@dongkelley@kitduckworth​ @dazedcyborg & everyone else

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Are We Out Of The Woods? - Part Two

• Joe’s Point Of View •

I sat in the corner of my room with my knees tucked right up into my chest, and my head resting back against the wall whilst my hand was clasped around my seventh beer bottle tightly. My cheeks were red raw from all of the tears that rolled down them and the tears that were still running down them. My mind was a mess and my vision a complete blur. I haven’t moved from my room in two weeks nor have I touched any social media for the last two weeks, I’ve done nothing but drink and think about my horrible mistake. What mistake did you make Joe? Was it a little fight? No. It wasn’t. For the last five months I’ve been in a publicity stunt that involved being in a fake relationship with the uprising model, Emily Benjamin. My management team suggested that Emily and I go through this stunt, to gain more followers and subscribers from each other so we’d get more well known and grab more attention from the media. The stunt was to only last a couple of months and end with a big finale breakup of how we ended in a large fight and how we used one another, but in reality..I really lost the girl I’ve only ever loved.

• Flashback •

I stood outside my front door, rehearsing what my management told me to say to Y/N, since they’re the only ones out of everyone that know my relationship status. I did not want to go through with this. I was very happy with Y/N and I didn’t want her to receive rude comments and hate from my subscribers so I decided to keep our relationship a secret, which made it all the more fun at times whilst trying to be secretive. I know Y/N wasn’t happy with my choice and often found it frustrating when surrounded by our friends and by my viewers, but I just wanted to protect her and always keep her smiling, since that was what was most important to me. I smiled at my thoughts of Y/N and kept my hand on the door knob, conjuring images of Y/N up in my mind. That big radiant, bright smile of hers that would light up the entire city of London every day and that contagious little laugh of hers that would bubble up if I told her a joke or about something silly that happened in my day. That stunning body of hers that I loved to manoeuvre my hands around at night and even in the mornings whilst she made breakfast for us both, even though she was so insecure of her body, I could never see a single flaw in it. She was perfect in every way and I lost her. I fucked it up and lost her. All because I went through with the idea of being in a fake relationship for the media, which resulted in me ignoring her to spend more time with my ‘girlfriend’ Emily. I didn’t give her any attention she needed, I was too busy focusing on building up my channel and trying to boost Emily’s career that I forgot the little things Y/N and I had planned, and some important dates she wanted me to attend with her, all because I was too busy with my channel and too into it and too into the publicity stunt.

I gazed down to Y/N’s beautiful eye/colour eyes and felt my heart shudder with sadness on the inside. I watched her face intently as I broke the news to her softly and watched her facial expressions change. I could see her eyes water but she still managed to put a radiant smile on her face. I felt a slight bit of relief when she spoke and told me she understood what was going to happen. I gently rubbed my thumb against her cheek and smiled to myself knowing I was so lucky to have Y/N in my life and I was so lucky that she understood what this would do for my career and how it would bring in some extra money.

I sniffled my tears away before drowning down the remains of my beer and throwing the bottle to the side, hearing it clash against the clutter of empty glass bottles I have stacked to the side of the room, they’re the only friends I’ve had for the last two weeks. I’m not much of a drinker, but maybe if I drink, then I’ll forget the pain and forget the thought of knowing that I lost her.

“I can’t do this..” I muttered to myself, tugging at my hair frustratedly in my hands as I closed my eyes shut tight and begin to picture everything that happened the night she left. I remember walking into the flat after leaving Emily with Caspar in the club. I wanted to get home early, so I could see Y/N and spend some time with her. Lately I’ve been neglecting her since Emily and myself have been doing interviews here and there, filming videos and going on ‘dates’ that I’ve barley seen Y/N. I opened the door with a grin on my face, a bouquet of flowers in my hand and called out for Y/N. I frowned not hearing her voice call back to me. My eyes scanned the flat and I furrowed my eyebrows unsurely since the flat was too quiet for my liking. I carefully stepped inside to see the TV shut off and the lights downstairs turned out. The last time I saw Y/N, she was sat on the sofa with the TV turned on and wished me good luck for tonight. I turned to the kitchen to see if she would be there, making herself a cup of tea like always but my eyes were suddenly drawn to and focused to a piece of paper on the kitchen counter top. 

I’ll never forget the panic, the anger, the betrayal but the sadness and heartbreak that raced through my mind that night whilst reading her letter to me. I’ll never forget how I trashed mine and Caspar’s apartment and turned the table to the floor and smashed the coffee table to pieces by kicking at it and I even destroyed my own bedroom, shattering my mirror to pieces and also making a deep dent in my wardrobe door from punching at it.

That piece of paper that she wrote nearly two weeks ago was now in my hands. The letter she wrote before leaving me and our relationship. My fingers fondle with my chain around my neck, the token of my love that I have failed to give her as I re-read the letter again and again to myself. She left me. She left me to pick up the pieces of my broken heart and even wrote that maybe we weren’t meant to be together and that the special spark we had was now gone along with our relationship. I sobbed loudly feeling my heart crunch like autumn leaves and my chest violently shake. I can’t bear this pain. The pain is pulsing through my veins like an adrenaline and I can’t put up with my heartbreak. I never meant to treat her like this. I knew this stunt would only last five months at the latest but I never thought that it would end my actual, real relationship with Y/N. I never knew she was feeling like this and if I did then I would have ended this stunt a long time ago. I let my eyes dance around the piece of paper and memorise her words and hand writing. Her hand writing was a lot different from her usual hand writing. Her words were slightly slanted to the side and she did not dot her 'i’s’ with little hearts. My eyes glared at the words that hurt me the most. I made her feel like she was practically single all over again..Who would want that relationship?

I thought Y/N and I had a relationship that would last forever, like she wrote in her letter. Y/N and I had a special spark that no one could replace or take away, nor could they ever burn that special spark out. My hands were now roughly rubbing my cheeks as my thoughts spun around my mind to the point where I felt completely sick to my stomach. I never should have went through with the publicity stunt, it was a ridiculous proposal from my management that day and I clearly wasn’t thinking straight. My mind was focused on gaining more subscribers for my channel and being able to make my channel a lot bigger than it already is, but knowing that now I’ve to suffer without Y/N and face the consequences. It kills me.

Don’t think I haven’t tried to talk to Y/N. I’ve called her every single day, morning, noon and night. I’ve called her so much that it’s not possible to leave a voice message in her mail box now since I’ve completely filled it up. I’ve sent her text message after text message after text message and I even went to her old family home and wrote her letters then shove them through the little letter box built into her door but I’ve heard nothing nor have I received a letter in response. I’ve been keeping track of her social medias only to find that she had last tweeted the day she left me, and it was simply just a plain full stop and nothing more. Earlier that day, she tweeted me good luck since my viewers know she was simply a 'best friend’ but nothing more, she only received retweets and favourites but my viewers did not know that she also gave me a passionate, steamy good luck kiss just before I left with Emily and Caspar who were waiting for me out in the limo that was taking us to Leicester Square that evening. Y/N has completely shut me out and has failed to check her social medias where I’ve messaged her constantly on everything, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Whatsapp..everything, and she hasn’t replied or opened any of my messages which makes my chest tighten with worry.

My heart ached for Y/N’s love and tender care, along with her soft sweet kisses and tight, squeezable hugs that not only I adored, but everybody adored. Her hugs were special and ones that you would treasure forever. Your arms would wrap around her waist and you would instantly feel her arms tighten around your body and begin to rub your back whilst she nuzzled her chin onto your shoulder. I was craving one of her special hugs but felt my arms filled with air since I lost my entire world to a stupid publicity stunt that means absolutely nothing to me and is completely worthless.

I was and still am so concerned and worried for Y/N’s wellbeing since I had and still have no idea where she was or currently is and her parents have no interest in telling me where she is or who she is with.

If I’m going to win Y/N back, then I need to clean myself up and grow back into myself. There’s no way Y/N can ever see me in this state, it would only give her more of a reason to leave me and our love behind and that is definitely not what I plan on doing. I’m going to show Y/N that we have a beautiful, rare and unique spark between us and I’m going to show her how much I really love her and how much I absolutely need her in my life and I will win her heart back, no matter what.

We’re just two lovers lost in the woods, trying to find our way out from the monstrous trees.

Hellooo! Here’s part two to Are We Out Of The Woods? I’m so overwhelmed and overjoyed by all of the messages I’ve been receiving! I really can not thank you all enough! Your kind words, reblogs, likes and lovely messages mean so much to me! I’m so sorry I haven’t posted part two in a while, this week has just been quite busy, so I’m so sorry about that! I hope you enjoyed part two of this imagine and if you would like then there definitely will be a part three! Don’t be afraid to message me your thoughts, I love reading your messages! All the love ❤️xxx

My Conversion Story

I’ve been Catholic for a little over five years now, and yet I still find myself very hesitant to tell my conversion story. It is a very personal thing, and (shamefully) I am always afraid of what others will think of me. The way God speaks to one person is not always the way he speaks to others; and what seems like a message from God to me, may seem inconsequential to others.

I will try to keep this short, because it can get somewhat complicated.

I grew up going to a lovely United Methodist church from kindergarten through to my senior year of high school. I essentially lived, breathed, and laughed with this community. My best friends were here, I was either attending or leading events up to four times a week. This was my life. I am so thankful for my upbringing because I would not be the person I am without it. It planted and grew my faith, and has given me a unique insight into Protestantism that many Catholics don’t have. I have so much love for our separated brethren.

In high school, I had a dear friend who was Catholic. We would always argue about our faith (in a good-natured way) and on the bus to graduation our senior year, we made a deal that we would go to each others churches. Needless to say, we graduated and that didn’t happen, at least not at first.

You see, at this time my life was in a little bit of an upheaval. I was getting ready to leave everything to go to college in Boston (I’m a Floridian) and things at home were changing too. It was a very emotional time in my life. Later that summer, perhaps two months after graduation, I was driving home one night and all of a sudden remembered the deal I’d made with my Catholic friend. (I’m really not the kind of person to just call up someone out of the blue, but I just did it without thinking.) I asked when he went to Church and that Sunday attended my first mass.

It wasn’t some magical-angels-come-down-from-heaven0touched-by-an-angel thing. I only participated as much as I felt comfortable, and I had a lot of questions, but there was definitely something there, some spark that made me want to know more. Never in a million years did I ever believe that I would become a Catholic. So I spent the next two weeks praying harder than I’ve ever prayed before and doing as much research as I possibly could.

With this research I began realizing that a lot of what the Catholic Church taught, I already believed, and that the things I thought I disagreed with, I had misunderstood. This, however, was still not enough for me to make a decision. I did not trust my own judgement. There was so much going on at the time, that I didn’t want there to be any doubt that I was converting for any other reason than that I had found the truth. I didn’t want to convert because I was running away from something.

This was a very long two weeks for me. I had trouble sleeping and spent a lot of time in prayer. Leaving behind a whole faith community was not a light-hearted decision for me. I didn’t know what my life-long friends would think of me and I knew that if I did convert, it would be a lonely road for me. No one in my family is Catholic, and I only had one Catholic friend.Yes, I was leaving to embark on my new college experience, but I wasn’t looking forward to changing my home life either.

This is where things get a little weird. One of my biggest stumbling blocks to the Catholic faith was the saints. I understood that praying to them was simply like asking a friend to pray for me, but I still wasn’t so sure about it. I knew that no matter how much I researched, it would not be enough to convince me. That night I opened my heart up to God and very bluntly told him, “I will not convert to Catholicism unless you tell me to; if all this saint baloney is real, you better send me one.”

Let me preface this by saying that I knew almost nothing about individual saints. I knew about St. Francis of Assisi and St. Cecelia and that was it. I am also a very vivid dreamer, but after my prayer that night I went to sleep and had the strangest “dream.” It was completely dark and there were no images, just a voice, once I can’t even describe, that said “St. Anthony, patron saint of peace.” I remember in my sleep thinking, “you have to remember this, Sarah, it’s important.”

When I woke up, all I thought was, “okay, that was kind of weird,” and did a quick google-search of St. Anthony and found St. Anthony of Padua. I read a quick bio of him, and really nothing stood out. Yes, he was a peacemaker, but aren’t all saints patrons of peace? Needless to say I wasn’t convinced, so I left for work thinking nothing of it.

Things get a little confusing at this point because you have to go back a little ways in time. Earlier in the summer, before any serious consideration of Catholicism had ever entered my mind, I went to Boston for my college orientation. It was a Catholic school (really only as much as you wanted it to be and I had already reached out to a few Protestant churches to check out for once I moved), but there are statues of saints around.

There was one statue that I thought was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever seen in my life. It was of a man holding a book, and on top of that book was a baby standing on the book touching his cheek. I thought it was dumb and hilarious and called it the “pop-up book statue.” You can even ask my college roommate who was there with me at the time, I had no Catholic leanings or knowledge of who this statue was of. There is no inscription naming the saint, and really, I doubt more than a handful of people at my college knew who the statue was of either. The point of this is that I thought it was so funny, I took a picture of it (on my flip phone, I know) and set it as my phone’s wallpaper, where it stayed all summer. I even asked my Catholic friend who the statue was of before my dream or anything happened and he told me he thought it was St. Joseph, so I assumed it was St. Joseph.

Back to the day of my dream. I go to work, thinking nothing of it. I come home and begin journaling about the dream and how, yeah it was weird, but nothing conversion worthy, when all of a sudden it hits me. (I am very fortunate to have this moment recorded in my actual journal, it is such a blessing for me to go back and read the moment I put it all together.) I continue writing, but everything changes direction and I write something to the effect of “I think that the picture on my phone, the one I’ve been making fun of for over a month is not of St. Joseph, I think that it is of St. Anthony of Padua.” So I race to grab my phone, sit at the computer, and type in “statues of St. Anthony,” and sure enough pictures of statues matching the picture on my phone fill the screen. I begin to shake and finally say “Okay, God. If you say so, I believe you.”

I know that it seems silly. A picture on a cell-phone working as my own personal miracle, but I know that this is what it was for me. I was right, my journey into the church was lonely and still continues to be lonely most times, but my faith has matured and deepened in a way I can’t even describe.

I was fully received into the Catholic Church Easter Vigil of 2010 and have never looked back.

If you have any questions, I’d love to answer them!


So, about Peridot and her Limb Enhancers...

Okay so @amphibizzy already beat me to the comparison, but I wanted to make a post going into greater detail and analysis on this very important subject.

(I’m going to assume that the Peridot in “Warp Tour” and the Peridot in all sequential episodes are the same Peri. Even if they aren’t, Peridot’s appearance in the later episodes still appears to match this one anyway.)

So, the first thing I did was directly compare the two images of Peri…

…and found that her upper body and head matches perfectly. Even her arms almost line up. However, clearly, the rest of her body is out of wack. 

Now, I tried scaling her body out to match. And lo! it fits almost perfectly.


She is significantly taller than she should be. We know she is just a bit taller than Steven - this “correct” height would put her, compared to Steven, about on par with Lapis - maybe even taller. And that can’t be true, because apparently she is the same height as Lapis with her enhancers on!

But Remember: there are no canon heights in SU. Only comparative heights. Meaning, each character has a set height to each other character. Even these can fluctuate. Look at… well, all of Jailbreak:

If Steven is a bit shorter than Lapis, he should come up to about the top of Jasper’s literally killer thighs. But…

She makes friggin’ GARNET look small.  Steven would be the size of her fist!

So yeah, the heights are always off. Fair enough. Makes the whole animation process easier: adjust heights to make scenes be as powerful as can be. This brings us back to the Arrival Scene: Peridot and Lapis aren’t compared accurately, because they need Jasper to look big.

So, instead of height, lets talk proportions.

So now, if we alter her entire body, not just her torso and down:

Eeesh, things are getting weird. Her head is all streched out, and she looks rather top heavy. Plus, the part that lined up perfectly before no longer connects quite as well.

Even if we just scale and do no alterations to fit it…

Peridot’s head is way too big. 

So what does this all mean? Well, there at least 2 reasons as to why the sizes don’t match up.

A: There is a reason that exists in-canon to explain the change,


B: It’s simply an difference in how she is drawn, and doesn’t “exist” in canon.

In regards to reason A, this would likely involve Peridot shapeshifting away her lower arms and legs to as to have more mass for her upper body. Another theory that someone made on amphibizzy’s post is that she may have subconsciously changed her proportions due to how she was feeling on earth: small and alone. Regardless, she’s a gem, and her form is an projection anyway. Reasonable enough. However, there are some holes in this theory:

  • Why would Peridot do this? Sure, It would make her look more threatening, and maybe giver her more stability, but she is wearing the enhancers anyway.
  • Is such a specific answer really feasible for the show? Why would Crewniverse go out of their way to explain something like this?

Reason B, therefore, would make more sense. It’s a cartoon; it’s fine to have some deviation here and there.

The problem here is that this is a pretty significant difference, even for SU’s erratic heights. Plus, the proportions are changed quite a bit. So, Peridots proportions are likely just different for the sake of showing a contrast in both her position, and her character. Big head and eyes, small frame, rounded and soft; she is meant to look cute.

Just look at her!

Tiny! Cute! Adorable! Harmless!

Except she is absolutely not.

Peridot is intelligent, crafty, and clearly has the ability to, when given the equipment and time, produce weaponry and machinery to aid her. Her gem power isn’t future vision, or healing tears; its innate technological intelligence.  

Peridot is actually a very complex character. She is young, by gem standards, but not completely incapable, and is not entirely ignorant either. She’s just very cute.

But what if her appearance is intended to look just slightly too cute?

What if Crewniverse is intentionally making her look so different that it doesn’t quite make sense?

What if her cute appearance was meant to deceive the crystal gems?

What if her cute appearance was meant to deceive us?


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And then Haruka makes this speech, which I really think is one of the most beautiful speeches in Sailor Moon and is almost certainly meant to reach out to queer kids, considering the source.

This speech is really amazing because it has like, three layers of subtext. On the surface, Haruka is talking about being a “genius female racer”, going along with Minako’s code. But she’s also (and as I’ve laid out, I think Minako understands this) talking about being gay and being very up front about challenging gender norms as well.

And she’s also talking about being a Sailor Senshi, something Minako is currently struggling with but she doesn’t know Haruka also shares that struggle. 

Which is doubly interesting because as I’ve stated before, the Michiru and Haruka origin episode actually works pretty well as a metaphor for a queer person accepting their sexuality. Haruka is constantly running away from who she truly is. She is scared when Michiru approaches her and she rejects her. Michiru has been struggling with whether to approach Haruka about this herself. She loves Haruka and doesn’t want to make her life harder, so she accepts Haruka’s decision. However, Haruka sees that Michiru is struggling on her own and needs her and because of her feelings for Michiru, decides to accept who she truly is and stop running away. Now her life is full of battles, but she’s still ultimately glad she accepted herself and gets to be with Michiru. 

So it’s fairly clear that in talking about both those aspects of Haruka, “motor sports” here is a stand it for “Michiru”. “Haruka Tenoh, who fell in love with Michiru, can only live in this manner”.

Haruka’s ultimate conclusion, at the end of all this talk about not having a boyfriend and not being normal or average is that she’s not abnormal and while she isn’t gonna have the heterosexual nuclear family dream most people she know has, this is who she is and who she’ll be no matter what, and accepting that she’s found something more valuable than than “ordinary” happiness.

Which is, of course, such a touching and important thing to say, and I wonder if this speech reached any queer kids watching. It definitely seems like that was probably the intention. It also definitely encourages all types of girls to be true to themselves, even if it means not dating boys like you’re supposed to, not fitting the image of what a girl is supposed to be, which is so important.

And that very obviously resonates with Minako, who later decides she has to be true to what’s important to her even if it doesn’t fit in with this idea of happiness for a high school girl she’s been taught.

So yeah, I really love this moment, it has so much nuance. And though I didn’t think it before, I think now that Minako did know Haruka was talking about being a lesbian here.

anonymous asked:

I just saw that post about the Beth/Andrea parallels and I don't know if this was addressed before. Do you think its possible that the story line for Beth to become Andrea is because Mazzara had killed her off and the backlash that happened had to be corrected? I know that Gimple said different characters would be taking Andrea's story line but could Beth be a part of that? I never thought much of it but just realized it when I saw the pic of the braids. When did they start to braid Beth's hair?

I am guessing these are the photos that you are asking about? 

I very much believe that Beth is taking half of the Andrea story-line. The first time I noticed this was with her relationship with Daryl and how it mirror’s Andrea’s relationship with Dale in the comics. They have a HUGE age gap. but strangely they have a very sweet feeling relationship. They also share this cute scene from Dale and Andrea in the comics. 

(this isn’t my photo by the way I found it on google images) 

I am totally in agreement with you about how everything turned out with Andrea and how Gimple was brought on the show to fix the issue and you caught on the THE BIGGEST clue there is. Andrea’s braid. 

The first time we see Beth with her ponytail braid is in Season 4 Episode 1 (30 days without and accident) 

We see it when she hugs Daryl. Right on the top of her pony tail you can see it sticking out. 

And it very much matches the one we see on Andrea in the comics when she is having a family hug with Carl and Rick. 

You see it the best in the scene in Still where her and Daryl burn down the cabin. 

They didnt start giving her that braid until season four. We don’t see a braid in Beth’s hair in season three she just has a basic ponytail or half ponytail. 

Season four is the start of when Beth goes into the Andrea arc 2.0. They start to do these little things that make her look like the comic book Andrea and start to blend their stories together. 

We even see a little of the Rick/Andrea romance start to show in Still when Beth and Darly have their “back hug. This scene from the comics is right after one Rick’s closest friends dies and Andrea is trying to comfort him. 

Pretty similar isn’t it? 

So yeah the little things like the hugs, and the braids, and then ultimately the scars show us what they are trying to transform Beth into. 

When Andrea get’s her scars in the comics it starts to change who she is because she ends up being very self conscious out them. She starts to become tough and a leader.

(I also found this photo on google images) 

Some may ask what is the importance of Beth having part of Andrea’s story line?  Or they may claim that Sasha is getting part of Andrea’s story line. I would agree with them Sasha is getting Andrea’s sharp shooter skills and will go through PTSD like Andrea did when she lost Dale to the Termites but there is something HUGE that happens to Andrea in the comics that compares to Beth. 

The first scar Andrea has on her cheek is from a crazy guy at the prison. The second scar is from a head shot. Andrea was shot in the head by the governor in almost exactly the same exact way as Beth… AND LIVED! 

The bullet skims Andrea’s skull and comes out the back. She looses some blood and is knocked out for about 90 min or so but she lives and is completely fine. 

That is where Team Delusional starts. TWD writers gave Beth Andrea’s braid, they gave her a relationship with an older man, and they gave her Andrea’s scars. Now why on earth would they bother with all of that if they were not also going to give her the survival of the head shot? 

These little tiny clues all add up to Beth’s survival and you are 100% right in thinking that this is Gimple’s clean up job when they killed off Andrea in season three because we start to see Beth’s arc take off in the very next season along with her new braid in her ponytail. 

These things matter. These little things make a big difference. The story will all come together in the end. Comic Book Andrea = The New Beth Greene. 



Zelink Secret Santa time!

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these are very important though, so please read them before anything else. 

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“”Don’t Quit Your Day Job””

Last Friday I made one of the biggest, hardest, and scariest decisions of my adult life.  I quit my day job.  Let me rephrase that.  I left the best job I’d ever had, working for the best employer I’d ever worked for.

 For more than a decade, I’d been fortunate enough to be in a situation that far too few workers ever experience—employed by an organization whose mission I believed in, working side-by-side with a visionary Executive Director who respected my opinion and relied on my judgment.  I worked with people who, like me, are at their very core idealistic and dedicated, but who also understand that work can and should be fun, that humor is an important and necessary part of the workplace.  I had an Important Job, with a salary and incredibly generous benefits package that put me easily in the top 5% of all earners.  And three days ago, I said goodbye to the co-workers I love and to the organization that I had helped build almost from the ground up. Why?

When our World’s Best Father images first “went viral” in 2012, I suddenly found myself inundated with opportunities.  Despite all of the distraction caused by this unexpected attention, my employer was incredibly accommodating, allowing me to use my accrued leave as necessary to take advantage of the opportunities—things like appearing on the Today Show (twice!), bringing the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile to our neighborhood, and even writing and publishing a book of our images. 

Throughout all of this, I never actually contemplated leaving my job.  I was in the best possible situation—I had the security of a real job that I loved, an employer who was totally cool with me taking advantage of our fifteen minutes of fame, and the luxury of being able to pick and choose opportunities to work on during my spare time.  Almost all the editing and writing for our book Confessions of the World’s Best Father was done on the weekends or at night while Jen and I watched television.

It was a great situation, on paper.  However, the opportunities kept arising, and our fifteen minutes extended to thirty and beyond.  My weekends were entirely filled with editing images or working on other projects.  I found myself constantly exhausted, and it became harder and harder for our family to find time to actually do things together, because Jen and I were both working full-time schedules at our respective jobs during the week, and the weekends were filled with photo shoots and chores around the house, chores which I never seemed able to do anywhere close to my share of. The thing that had started out as a fun way for me to involve my young daughter in my passion for photography had suddenly become a job and was not as much fun as it had been in the past.  I felt like I was constantly behind schedule, never able to fully decompress due to the pressures of now having two jobs with deadlines involving major decision-making.  Drop-offs at preschool in the mornings were a constant struggle—if Alice dawdled for even thirty seconds, I would find myself stressed out, panicking that I was going to be late again for work and snapping at her to “Hurry up!”, which as most parents know, generally has the exact opposite effect.  On the weekends, I would find myself sequestered in front of the computer, editing images while Jen took Alice to gymnastics, the zoo, the park, etc.  On some level, I knew that things were going to have to change and that I would likely need to start passing on opportunities and cut back the amount of time I was spending on the side job.  It wasn’t fair to my employer, who had been so accommodating and understanding, to have less than my complete focus and it wasn’t fair to my family, who really needed so much more of my time and attention.

While all of this was going, I had been toying with the idea of creating a children’s book.  Even though Confessions was intended as an adult book, we surprisingly began receiving feedback almost immediately from parents whose young children were obsessed with the images in the book. I shared my thoughts with my agent and he encouraged me to put together a book proposal and to shoot some test images.  Working on weekends and using the occasional comp day from work, I put together a proposal for The Little Girl Who Didn’t Want to Go to Bed.  

I honestly was very dubious about the entire thing, assuming that this proposal would go nowhere and in all likelihood mark the beginning of the end of my time creating images for public consumption.  Even if we did get an offer, I had no idea how I would be able to find the time to shoot and edit the book.  When we got the offer for Confessions, we had already created more than 120 images, so it was pretty easy to pull that book together, while the children’s book I was proposing would require entirely new content.

Amazingly, the reaction from the publishers who received our proposal was almost universally positive, and within a week we received a fantastic offer from Harper Collins to create a series of three books based on the Little Girl character.  I’m sure that anyone who enjoys the creative process has allowed themselves to daydream about the life-changing offer—that moment or opportunity that allows you to pursue your dream while not having to worry about income; the ability to work on your own schedule, ditch the commute, the dry cleaners and everything else associated with the 9 to 5 job. For me, I had barely allowed myself to daydream about this type of opportunity, let alone actually consider it as real option.  I’m 44 years old with a four-year-old daughter.  Leaving a real job with benefits to pursue a daydream is just not practical at this stage.

But I have to do it anyway.  The offer from Harper Collins was not one I could easily ignore.  They had enough faith in our work and vision to make an investment that would allow me to make the creation of these books my full-time job.  All of the risk that I had steadfastly used as an excuse to not pursue photography/art full-time had suddenly been taken away and I had a once-in-a-lifetime offer that I knew I would spend my entire life regretting if I didn’t take.  I have no idea what will happen after this, but for the next year, I get to be a Children’s Book Author/Photographer.  As my job.  That’s pretty cool.

Since making this decision almost two months ago, I have constantly second-guessed myself. I have had interactions with career free-lance photographers and other creative types who look at me like I’m insane when I mention that I’m leaving a job with benefits.  “Don’t quit your day job,” they say. I’m terrified about what the future may hold for us after the books are done. Leaving my job was more difficult than I had imagined, despite the fact that everyone there was nothing but supportive of my decision.  

This morning, I woke up a bit later than normal.  I immediately jumped out of bed and hurriedly started getting dressed.  It’s teacher appreciation day at Alice Bee’s preschool today, and we had neglected to get the requisite flowers we were supposed to bring.  Panicking because we were behind schedule, I rushed us out of the house and to the grocery store so Alice could pick out flowers for the teachers.  Instead of picking out the flowers like she was supposed to, she insisted on methodically grabbing five of those little mylar balloons-on-a-stick (one for each teacher).  I felt my blood pressure rising as it has done in this sort of situation for the past three years when her shenanigans have caused me to worry about being late for my job.  Looking down, I saw that the five balloons she picked out all said “It’s a boy!” and I immediately started laughing, and soon Alice’s laughter joined mine after I explained what the balloons said.  I then helped her pick out balloons that had a more appropriate slogan and patiently waited for her to pick the flower colors she wanted.  A few minutes later, as the two of us were sitting on the wall outside her preschool, assembling the five little bouquets together, I realized that I was no longer panicking about being late.  I was actually enjoying this moment we were having together, with nothing else on my mind except making those bouquets.

And this, more than any other reason, is why I’m not going to regret my decision.  Even if there is nothing else after these books, I get this gift—a year or more of being able to find special moments like this, where I can actually enjoy watching my little girl grow up, moments where the two of us get to laugh together and hopefully create wonderful memories for both of us to share. I know there are going to be hard days and weeks ahead for us as we adjust to our new situation, but for now, I’m going to enjoy this gift I’ve been given and hopefully create something truly special in the process.