linearism

anonymous asked:

Any ideas what to do for an oblique drawing?

Are you asking for the definition or ideas?

The definition of oblique drawinga projective drawing of which the frontal lines are given in true proportions and relations and all others at suitable angles other than 90 degrees without regard to the rules of linear perspective.

For inspiration? You should check out the work of the master of the oblique drawing: Massimo Scolari

vine

Panning around a hiker’s view of the valley near the summit of Aoraki (Mt. Cook) in New Zealand. Look at the moraine in the foreground - that long linear ridge is a pile of sediment left behind when glaciers that covered this valley melted. There’s a small cirque glacier called Huddleston Glacier on the slopes in the earliest part of this video.

anonymous asked:

Actually since it showed Mari and Manon in the zoo seeing the panther and in Animan Nino said the panther was new, this episode has to have happened after Animan too

WHY COULDNT THE EPISODES HAVE BEEN LINEAR UHGGHJJGH

on’y things like disney sitcoms are so completely unchronological?? gravity falls has a plot, adventure time has a plot, hecK EVEN WE BARE BEARS HAS A LINEAR TIMELINE

tfw you’ve spent two days fist fighting your way through writing the first chapter and realise you’re only a third of the way done

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

and you still have the rest of the story to write too

Linear

PIETRO MAXIMOFF X TIMELADY!READER (FEMALE)

Requested by @atomicpeacekryptonite​ : “Hi! Could you write a Pietro or BuckyxReader were the Reader is a Time Lady (Like Time Lord from Doctor Who) and Fury wants her in the Avengers?”

(A/N: I can’t tell you how excited I was to get this as my first request!! Dr Who is my ultimate favourite, and Pietro is just… ahh, I love him. This gave me a lot of ideas so I might make this a mini series of like three parts, max. Let me know if you liked it!)


“Well, I gotta say – you guys are becoming very predictable. I hate predictability. It takes the fun out of this,” you yelled out to the room before you.

Long ago, you had run away from your home planet with nothing but a flimsy watch and a funny looking coat. Thousands of years later, here you were, standing before an audience of Cybermen, all with the intent of spilling your ancient blood. They had closed in on you thinking you were the Doctor (a frequent mistake on other aliens’ part, annoyingly), and all you kept thinking about was smacking the infamous Time Lord upside the head when you next see him (another annoyingly frequent occurrence).

Your reputation preceded you. Often considered the darker counterpart of the Doctor (other than the Master, anyway – or as she now called herself: Missy), you couldn’t help the morbid grin spreading across your face.

“You know, I ran away all those years ago because Gallifrey was terribly boring,” you announced, pacing casually and twirling your wand between your fingers. You had taken to a tree branch long ago and it now became your sonic device disguised like a magic wand. People called you old fashioned. At least it worked on wood.

“I always felt like I had so much more to see, in the big wide universe, and frankly, the Council was collecting dust,” you continued smugly, the skirt of your theatre wedding dress you had used as an impromptu disguise fanning out behind you, “so I took matters into my own hands.

“But you’re all so boring as well,” you drawled loudly, gesturing to the amassed crowd, “and now I find myself unbothered. I don’t even want to finish you. So I won’t. You know what I will do, though?”

You spread your arms, smiling widely. The Cybermen shifted.

Suddenly, the left and right walls exploded with a force that threw the metal aliens about the room like rag dolls. Flashes of color zoomed about the room, and you heard the familiar voices shouting commands.

“Offense incoming, 11:00,” you heard Tony Stark broadcast from his Iron Man suit, shooting streams of light at the enemy. There was a flash of red and you noticed Wanda Maximoff disassembling the Cybermen metal plate by plate, a blue streak whizzing around her and throwing the aliens off their feet. Captain America and the Black Widow were in hand to hand combat, and Hawkeye was shooting explosives everywhere, blowing up Cybermen with impressive flourish.

You smirked lightly, untouched by the explosions and fighting. You walked down from the stage nonchalantly, twirling your wand as was your habit and whistling a waltzy tune. You ambled right through the mess, ducking a few times to avoid being hit by flying bits of metal. By the time you reached the end of the abandoned theatre, the fight was nearly over.

Before you could wrench the door open and disappear into your teeny space ship disguised as a motorcycle, someone grabbed your arm. You turned your head to face Nick Fury.

“Hello again… Archivist,” he said evenly, his expression the usual neutral mask. You smiled sweetly.

“Hello, Nicky,” you replied, “last time I saw you, you were just a lil’ tyke playing house with your kid neighbors!”

“And the last time I saw you, you risked thousands of lives by confronting an infestation of Zygon on your own,” he said again in the same flat tone. You shrugged.

“Time travel. It’s never quite linear,” you sighed, before making a move to leave. He gripped your arm tighter. You turned to him with a different look in your eyes, which was vaguely threatening.

“I am not to be trifled with,” you said in the same playful tone as before, successfully making your warning sound even more dangerous, “however, I will accept a bowl of trifle. I do love trifle. Or I hate it – I can never remember.”

“Let’s find out,” Fury said smoothly, turning you lightly with a gentle hand and gesturing to the other door which led outside, “I think it’s time we talked about your involvement in the grand scheme of things.”

“Grand scheme of things, eh?” you chuckled, “sounds grand. Sure, I’ll come with you, but just for a little while; I have a date with William the Conquerer – such a charmer, you wouldn’t believe.”

By now the show down between the Avengers and the Cybermen had ended, and they had all turned to watch you leave with Fury. You caught the eye of one Avenger in particular, and winked. The bleach blonde blushed.


“So, where’s my trifle?” you asked, leaning backwards into your leather chair and pushing off with your feet to make it spin a couple of times. You giggled and eventually settled down.

“It’ll come, in time. But first, I have to ask why you called us to help you with those Cybermen,” Fury asserted from behind his desk, leaning forward. Your eyes glinted.

“I thought that was fairly obvious: I needed your help.”

“Don’t play with me, I know well enough that you easily could have disposed of them on your own.”

“Well then I fancied seeing you, and I thought this would make the perfect opportunity.”

“Seriously.”

“Seriously? Okay, I try not to dispose of other creatures; the Doctor can get awfully cross when I start shooting things. It reminds him of an old friend, apparently,” you answered vaguely.

Fury sighed.

“Alright, well, as long as you’re here, I would like to make you an offer,” Fury sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but you are valuable.”

“Compared to who, the Doctor? Will I ever be rid of that man?” you sighed dramatically, “but alright, what’s this offer you speak of?”

There was a brief pause, but you guessed before he could open his mouth.

“Oh. It’s the recruiting thing, isn’t it?” your smile grew wider, which was never a good thing in Fury’s experience, “I already told you a thousand times – I don’t want to be a part of your not-so-secret secret boy band.”

“First of all, this is the first time I’m making this offer to you. Second of all, you’re not the first person to say that, and – ”

“Yes, yes, I know, but Stark is human. I am anything but human.”

“And what about the other non-humans? Thor? Vision?”

“I may be bored, but not as bored as they are,” you rolled your eyes, “and just because this is your first time making this offer, doesn’t mean it’s my first time hearing it.”

Fury waved that statement away and looked at you again with his single eye, “Archivist, we are in need of you. Great need. We are woefully inexperienced when it comes to alien life forms, and you know more about it than anyone.”

“Why haven’t you made the Doctor this offer?”

“The British already has him on their side. We want someone else, someone of our own. Someone we can trust.”

You raised an eyebrow, “You don’t trust the Doctor?”

“We don’t trust Torchwood. Or the British government,” Fury corrected.

“How come?”

“Politics.”

“Tell me more.”

“There isn’t much else to tell you.”

“Nicky, you know better than to not tell me things,” you said, the same foreboding tone dripping back into your voice. He sighed heavily.

“Well, let’s just say, the Zygons are still an imminent threat from the last time I saw you,” he said carefully. You stroked your chin, raising your feet and resting them on the corner of Fury’s desk as you leaned back farther into your chair.

“Is that why your request has suddenly become more urgent? Because you were never so desperate before, as to bring me to your little hide-out.”

“Yes. It is. You’re the expert, Archivist. We need your help to figure out who is human, and who is alien. You’re the expert.”

Your infamous grin returned to your face. A few seconds later, you shot out of your seat and made for the door.

“Introduce me to your team, then!” you hollered over your shoulder as an acceptation, reaching the door, “I’ve met them before but something tells me this is the first time they’ll be meeting me!”

You skipped down the hallway for the Avengers tower with Fury trailing behind you, followed by an apparently pissed off Maria Hill, who did not like the idea of recruiting you. You turned the corner into the common room. Heads turned as you burst inside, flashing an Avenger’s ID which Fury had deigned to hand over to you. They got up, one by one.

“Nice to meet you, team mates!” you greeted enthusiastically, “I’ve never had team mates before! This is so exciting!”

The Avengers stood around the common room with crossed arms and raised eyebrows, not saying a thing. Steve looked like he was having some sort of epiphany.

“Have we - ?”

“Yes! We have!” you confirmed, twirling your wand with new vigor, “We met in the summer of 1936, at Coney Island! You threw up!”

You flashed him another bright smile as Clint stifled a laugh at Steve’s pink face.

“I’ve also met you, and you, and you, and… and you!” you pointed in turn at Bruce, Tony, Natasha, and Pietro.

“But we haven’t…”

“No, you haven’t. Not yet,” you nodded, suddenly serious, “except you. You’ve already met me.”

All eyes swiveled to the blonde in question, who was frowning. Wanda looked from you to her brother inquisitively.

“So, you’re a time traveller? That’s all Fury told us,” came Natasha’s cautionary voice.

“I’m a little more than a time traveler, love. I’m a Time Lady, from Gallifrey.”

“Ah!” Thor boomed, “Gallifreyan! I’ve always had a sweet spot for you folk.”

“You would,” you agreed happily, “We’re the life of the party!”

“Anyway,” you clapped suddenly, the sound making everyone jump, “trifle!”

The Avengers, though a little wary, began to warm up to you as you began conversations you already knew they would enjoy, giving them a rare chance to get to know you better and win their trust. You had Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Thor laughing in no time as you described various adventures, and Pepper and Natasha enjoyed your company as you talked about intergalactic affairs. You were also a hit with Thor and Vision as you all discussed the lunacies of humanity.

You even had a deep talk with Steve, who was still looking for his long lost friend, Bucky. You assured him all will be well, though you couldn’t reveal much else. You planned on being conveniently away when all hell broke loose concerning that matter. Sam Wilson was by his side though, so you managed to keep it lighthearted.

All of these conversations enabled you to win the trust of the team a little more, proving a nice little segway into working together, which was something very new for you. Fresh.

However, Wanda and Pietro both kept a healthy distance. You didn’t push them, however you did occasionally find yourself glancing in the speedster’s direction, thoughts spilling into your crowded mind every time you did. He occasionally caught you looking, and he held your stare like it was a competition for dominance. He felt like he was forgetting something, but before he could figure it out, you would turn away.

(A/N: So! Tell me whether I should continue or not. I most probs will, anyway, just because love Dr Who and Pietro so much. But let me know what you would like to see, or if you have any suggestions, or if you caught any errors, since both Marvel and Dr Who can be terribly complicated. Hope you enjoyed it!)

anonymous asked:

What Maths do you take as a physics major?

Calculus I, Calculus II, Calculus III, Differential Equations with Linear Algebra.

Honestly, the hardest part of the math so far is remembering really, really old math like trig identities that I don’t use much. Which somehow pop up here and there in places where it becomes significant. Reviewing all that shit has just been a nightmare for me. Because I never know when I’m going to encounter something I completely forgot how to do.

It’s pretty frustrating. There’s just a lot you have to stay on top of because it’s just that cumulative.

asktheclownprinceofcrime asked:

i always thought globs of doom was the best nicktoons game

I gotta say, one of the things from the game that bothered me was the sudden jump in graphics change from attack of the toybots. Its very noticable, particularly during the cutscenes. The textures were improved but the character modelss were just terrible tbh? The facial expressions were extremely stiff compared to the previous games and the lip-sync was half-assed at some points, so they were just sort of hard for me to watch (don’t talk to be about Jimmy neither)

animation aside, the gameplay was a bit ehh, though. The idea of the two playable characters in each level being able to combine their special abilities into one (kinda like fusion but just with the weapons lol) was pretty neat, but all-in-all it was just basic, linear gameplay. and you don’t even get to freely choose the characters you want for each level D: (Danny only appears in 2 levels smh)

I’m gonna go ahead and say Attack of the Toybots was the best for me. It had plenty of secret levels (the custom ones for SB, Danny and Tak were especially the most fun!!) you get to control mECHA VERSIONS OF THE CHARACTERS, collectibles that unlock different character costumes (did I mention Dark Dan was one of them) and the animation is more fun to watch in comparison @_@

The Perfect Sixth Life of Sherlock Holmes

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/20AFXKc

by EmmyAngua

Sherlock and Mycroft are ouroborans, the 0.00001% of the population trapped in a never ending cycle of their own life, repeatedly reborn on the exact same date with all of their memories intact. Mycroft has warned Sherlock that soulmates are for Linears (the everyday people who have no memory of other lives) and that a Linear soulmate brings nothing but pain for their kind, which is all well and good… until Sherlock bumps into his by pure chance.

Words: 1217, Chapters: ¼, Language: English



read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/20AFXKc

we fight as if we come from a time when a sacrifice of few could save the many and we do

when we approached the line we closed our eyes and ran forward pretending not to go

across into a world where the only redemptive offering that seems to have a chance to work

to sacrifice all and hope a few defiant infinite slices of human survive despite our best efforts

we push ever in a headlong line ever more toward a linear world that exists only in our collective misguided fantasy

the horizon we have already destroyed and broken appearing again and again before our delusion ridden eyes

the mud we blind ourselves with in the circle it tries to draw us into

as if we get an infinite number of tries to demolish the world and believe there will be no consequences

we have yet to sacrifice one bit beyond our own - our children’s small lost hope for life roared strong into quiet death

The Mad Hatter makes a Clock

The Mad Hatter 
and the Joker
built a special clock
seconds don’t make minutes
hours tick forward
then backwards
a clock gone mad
switching directions
every time it reaches
the six
straight lines 
don’t exist in this world
just circles that don’t make sense
and lead nowhere
my world is never linear
never following time forward
an arbitrary existence
inside a world of whims
with a crazy clock
keeping time.

The Perfect Sixth Life of Sherlock Holmes

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/20AFXKc

by EmmyAngua

Sherlock and Mycroft are ouroborans, the 0.00001% of the population trapped in a never ending cycle of their own life, repeatedly reborn on the exact same date with all of their memories intact. Mycroft has warned Sherlock that soulmates are for Linears (the everyday people who have no memory of other lives) and that a Linear soulmate brings nothing but pain for their kind, which is all well and good… until Sherlock bumps into his by pure chance.

Words: 1217, Chapters: ¼, Language: English



read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/20AFXKc