just-a-few-of-my-favourite-things

Sometimes your artistic improvement is not only what your hands can do but also what your eye and mind can understand.

Few years ago I was looking at some works of my favourite artists and couldnt even comprehend how they are made. Colors, lightning, workflow - everything seemed so advance my mind was shutting off, just admiring the view but not understanding it.

Now - even if I’m not able to reach their skill or it would take me days - I can analyze and deconstruct all those “impossible” works. I can understand how they use light or color to achieve certain effects and file it for later use. 

Remember that your eyes and brain develop as well as your hand, sometimes at different speed. Looking and thinking about art has the same value as actually doing it. Have an artblock? Take some time to browse through your favourite works and instead of thinking how much you can’t do the same, try to understand how it’s done!

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a few of my favourite things ☆ (29/30) male characters: spencer reid

you know, that profile kind of makes it sound like schizophrenia leads to serial killing. you know, my mom has schizophrenia. there are many different types. catatonic, disorganized… just because someone suffers from an inability to organize their thoughts, or they can’t bathe or dress themselves, it doesn’t mean they’d stab someone in the chest thirty times postmortem.

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I take photos sometimes, because Im afraid I will forget places and faces and happier times.
I am compiling my favourite photos that I’ve taken travelling, hitchhiking, and roadtripping across Canada & USA and will be releasing a thing (and a zine??) to go with it.
I just made a FB page (more for commercial work but whatever) if yall want to check it out that would be great. I will by working on it a bunch and updating it in the next few days.
Anywho, Ive been feeling bummed out lately so I decided Im finally going to show everyone my travel photos so yall can see how I see it.
Ok. Thats all. Thanks.
-devon

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Did the BRITS invoice you for that microphone?

“I don’t believe so. It didn’t reach me if they did. That’s like my least favourite thing, about that. I just needed to like, I don’t know where that came from. I remember we went out in Sheffield a few nights after that and I was talking to somebody and they were like "Why did you drop that thing?” She was like, “Did you mean to drop it?” I was like, “Fuck I don’t think I did actually!” I don’t know it was like, exhaling.“ (x)

Expensive (JaredLeto!Joker Imagine)

Silence.

Nobody was talking, they were all terrified to even breath too loud. Like they could get killed by a simple sigh. And oh they were right.

I threw a glance to Dan, Joker’s favourite henchman, and he looked back holding my gaze for a second. PAM! A hand hitting the desk in front of me made me jump in my seat.

—One thing. I just asked for one damn thing… AND YOU USELESS IDIOTS COULDN’T DO IT!

The little mistake that ruined the robbery at the bank were a few misunderstandings for lack of communication. Of course no one was going to say a word to explain it because the boss now was freaking mad and there was no return from there.

A cold chill ran down my spine and I looked at his eyes. Those baby blue eyes, almost grey that usually held so many emotions behind. But at that moment I just saw a body staring at me and those beautiful eyes were just that, eyes. All I saw was a person without soul, without brain and without heart. Just a simple and biological human body standing.

I was sitting behind the desk and he was infront of it, with his hands resting on the hard dark wood holding in his arms all the weight of his back. His posture was threatening, strong and bossy. All his body lenguage said he was furious. And his nosetrils slightly moved with his rapid breathes.

I saw a thought cross his mind and a second later he had raised up his right arm, ready to hit me. I instinctively closed my eyelids waiting for the colapse and I heard Dan releasing a breathe. After a few seconds nothing happened so I opened my eyes and saw everyone looking expectant and some of the guys even gave me pitying looks. My eyes moved towards his again and he was yet with his hand up and staring at me. His eyes still empty. He turned around facing me with his back.

—Another mistake like today and we are all fucking dead, in jail or in that bloody asylum, you understand? I won’t go back to that hellhole again! I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY MORE FALLACYS! So I hope for the good of all this company, next time will be perfect. Am I clear?

A determinated chorus of ‘yes Sir’ was heard. Then he came back to the same position as before, infront of me.

—Everybody leave. NOW! —He stabbed his eyes on mine while he spoke, his voice thick and low, dropping danger with every word. I knew he was telling me to stay with his eyes. I knew him. And he knew that.

Immediatly all the men in the room left without a word and Dan gave me a last look. Oh fucking hell I was in so much trouble. Why couldn’t I just do things right?

My feet became the most interesting thing at the moment so I didn’t dare look at anything else. I felt him move around the room. Hearing his footsteps walking away from me and going to his comfortable lilac love seat. Minutes passed and I didn’t heard his heavy breathes anymore. I took this as a signal to peer at him. He was indeed more calm now, his arms resting on the arms of the couch and he was reposing with his eyes closed and his long legs stretched.

I hold the little brave in me and stood up silently walking slowly and cautionsly to him. I observed him a little more and decided to sit in his lap, knowing I could end in the floor at any instant.

No reaction.

I leaned in closer. A second of doubt and I pressed my lips against the pale skin of his neck. My eyelids closed at the contact. I loved his body as much as I loved him.

When I pulled back his eyes were waiting for mines. His expression was serious although his make up drawing a red smile.

I am sorry Mistah J…

Good. You should.

My lips pouted and I looked down. I hated making him upset. His hand took my chin and made me look at him.

You. You are lucky you are so cute, Puddin. Otherwise you would be alredy dead.—he made a pause and glared at me—Lucky you’… —he grinned while touching gently the tattoo on my skin with the words he just said. I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. I loved him so much.

—Chst chst, Puddin. I’m still mad for what you’ve done. This will cost you and it won’t be cheap.

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A few people have suggested to me that I post this again now I have new followers, I think they’re right. It really is my most favourite thing ever and I just love to share it!

Last year my children and I wrote to Peter not too long after he was cast for the role of The Doctor. At the time we wrote I had recently watched his documentary of A portrait Of Scotland and it really inspired me to get back into what I’d so been missing out on for many years. I even signed up to do a course which has been simply wonderful! Haven’t looked back since. I told him this, and also said how excited I was about him being cast as The Doctor and as well as that I also mentioned how excited I was for the 50th Anniversary and how it happened to be on my Birthday which would take away the depression about turning another year older! The kids did some pictures and we sent it off. Really, we never expected to hear anything back from him at all and it had been a way to occupy a rainy late summer afternoon.

So the 23rd of November arrives. I’m already as HIGH as a kite as we were preparing for my Doctor Who themed birthday party and were very excited about going to the cinema that evening to watch Day Of The Doctor. Then the post man arrived and I saw there was a card for me with writing on it I didn’t recognise…I then opened it and needless to say the sounds I then emitted were barely even human! Doctor Who sent me a birthday card…with DALEKS on it! 3 signed pictures, one for me and two for my kids. Best. Birthday. EVER.

Isn’t he just the nicest person?

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a few of my favourite things ☆ (49/50) female characters: veronica mars

tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything, creating chaos. you wait for the dust to settle, and then you choose. you can live in the wreckage and pretend it’s still the mansion you remember. or you can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild. because after disaster strikes, the important thing is that you move on. but if you’re like me, you just keep chasing the storm.

can we talk about how Maya Hart is literally the greatest friend in the whole world.

I have seen many tv shows, many movies, many animations and they all had at least one really good friend, but Maya Hart takes the cake.

My favourite thing about Maya is that she actually puts her friends before she puts anyone else because loves them and cherishes them and just cares about them so, so much.

I’m going to name a few things that Maya has done that prove that she’s the best friend there is.

-When Farkle was being bullied, Maya was ready to hurt whoever hurt him.

-When people make fun of Riley, she makes sure that Riley is protected from the mean things they say

-When Zay wanted to impress Vanessa, she immediately thought to help him out without him even asking her to

-When Riley was being bullied, Maya put up with all the things she put her through because she only wants to help her feel better

-When she prayed, she prayed for everyone in the buildings around her to be cared for, she prayed for her mother and she prayed for Riley to have an endless supply of good days (she always keeps other people in mind)

-When Lucas was going to ride the bull, Maya showed how much she truly did care about him, even threatening to never talk to him again if he risked his life that way

-When everyone else left Riley and her belief, Maya stayed with her, even though she didn’t think it was a good idea, because she would never abandon her best friend, no matter what

-When Farkle found out that he might have autism, Maya immediately stepped up and tried to deny it, not wanting to believe that something might have happened to her friend

-When the group found out that Isadora was the one who has autism, Maya was there for her

-When those girls were making fun of Riley and calling her by something other than her name, Maya stopped them, threatened them even, because she didn’t want anyone to go after her best friend

Maya protects all her friends. Riley, Farkle, Lucas, Smackle and Zay. She cares for them more than anyone else.

And these are just a few of the things she’s done for her friends.

I’ve noticed that a lot of people say that Riley loves a lot, that if Riley loves someone she’ll love them with the entirety of her heart, while I’m not disagreeing with that, I interpret Riley more as someone who tries to find people to love. She looks for people. She said herself that she’s always been looking for her prince so he could love her and she could love him.

I think that Maya is really the one who, if she loves someone, she loves them completely, she cares for them, she protects them and she would never leave them. Maya doesn’t go off looking for people, Maya is presented with people and she loves them because they stay.

Maya has been left by someone, she knows what if feels like to be left, which is why I think that she wants to protect the people who stayed in her life, which is why I think that she loves her friend so deeply, because they never left her, they were always there for her, especially Riley.

I don’t think anyone will ever love anyone more than Maya loves Riley, whether it be platonic or romantic.
I don’t think anyone will ever be a better friend than Maya is.

I think Maya was written to be the most loyal, loving, kind hearted and caring friend in the world, and if that really was how she was written to be, then the writers did a remarkable job and I am so proud of their work.

Maya Penelope Hart is truly a masterpiece.

here’s a few reasons to love matt bellamy:

  • he loves pasta i mean who the fuck doesn’t
  • he likes batman 
  • he likes HANS ZIMMER (aka a fucking genius)
  • among his favourite composers are Rachmaninov, Prokofiev, Saint-Saens, and many more brilliant ones
  • he goes from this
  • to this
  • and all the way back to this
  • in a matter of seconds
  • also, he’s the most humble and polite and fucked up person on this planet, but that’s why we love him
  • also, he fucking swears, like i’m sold
I think I found home in the spaces between his fingers, he holds my name in his heart like it’s made out of porcelain. I crave his hugs because even if it’s just for a few seconds, I can feel his touch and his arms around me. And I can be intoxicated by his scent. His heart beat is the last thing I want to hear when I go to sleep at night, I want him to make love to my ears and talk about anything he’s passionate about for hours, I’ll gladly listen. His voice has become my new favourite sound. It’s like I found my sweet escape when I’m alone with him, I want to cuddle with him, make him laugh, and make him moan. He’s my object of affection, my drug of choice, and my sick obsession. I want that boy like roses want rain, like a poet that needs pain, and nothing has ever felt sweeter than falling for him.
—  I just threw up some sappy words onto my tumblr page

One of my favourite panels of the early manga – this is only time Atem himself gives information about Ancient Egypt. It’s from Chapter Two, so it could’ve been an oversight (we don’t find out he’s an amnesiac spirit for ages), but I like to think he canonically remembers this.

Naturally, it’s about gaming. Atem speaks about quite a few gaming factoids throughout the series (often explaining things to other characters, and therefore the reader), but this is the only one that alludes to his origins rather than just his role as the game king. He even uses “we”, rather than “they” in regards to who used Astragali.

I just quite like how Atem forgets literally everything about Ancient Egypt – the country, his friends and family, who he was, his name… but he can remember ancient animal bone dice.

this is one of my favourite journal entries from Eric; as it’s really about NOTHING, & he’s doing things and just seems happy…

Heh heh heh. I sure had fun this weekend. Let’s see, what really happened. Before going to Rock-n-Bowl we stopped by King Soopers and me and picked up some big ass stogies. We then went to Rock-n-Bowl and I had a few cigarettes and one of my brand new cigars. We then went back to ’s house where her mom had previously bought us all a fuck load of liquor. Personally I had asked for Tequila and Irish cream, Vodka got his Vodka, and there was beer, whiskey, schnapps, puckers, scotch, and of course, orange juice! So we had some fun there playing cards and making drinks. We eventually made it to bed at about 5 AM. Got up at 10, went to Safeway got some doughnuts and then I took Vodka home. The bottle of Tequila is almost full and is in my car right by my spare tire and right by the bottle of Irish Cream. Heh heh. I’ll have to find a spot for those 

- Eric Harris 11/8/98

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a few of my favourite things ☆ (50/50) female characters: winifred burkle

well, sure. it’s a story. once upon a time, there was a girl who lived all alone in a horrible cave - so far from home it made her chest hurt. and every day in that horrible cave, the girl tried to figure out a way to escape. none of her plans ever succeeded, of course, and she’d almost given up hopin’ when one day, just like in a fairy tale - a handsome man rode up on a horse and saved her, and took her back to his castle. now you’d think that was the end, wouldn'tcha? dumb old fairy tales and their happily ever afters. but see, the minute they got back to the castle, the handsome man went away again. and even though she didn’t mean to - didn’t want to - high up in that castle the girl just built herself another cave. hoping he would save her again. but you can’t save me this time. can you?