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ART TIP: Keep a balance between digital and traditional art

because there are things traditional art will teach you that digital art won’t, and the same goes the other way

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1x08 // 3x09

Today is a good day to remember Dr. Joseph “Joe” Medicine Crow. Dr Crow was as American as heroes come. He was the last Warchief of the Crow Tribe having completed all 4 necessary acts of bravery. During the Second World War he disarmed an enemy without killing him, captured an enemy, led a successful war party and, needing only one more to complete the set he stole nazi officers’ horses. He’s said to have ridden the 50 horses out of the camp wearing his feathers and singing his war song and so surprised the soldiers that nobody knew what to do. 

He went into battle with his eagle feathers and face painted and came home to receive a masters degree and honorary doctorate. He studied the history of The Crow Nation and was the last person to talk to someone who had been at Little Bighorn/greasy grass. He founded health and education centers for his tribe and fought for the preservation of the Grizzly bear’s habit, he called the bears his brothers. As befits a man who distinguished himself in every aspect of his life, Dr. Medicine Crow received the medal of freedom from president Obama. He passed away a year ago today.

We should all count more coup on fascists and learn more Native history and generally try to be more like Dr. Medicine Crow #native #history #nodapl

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[smirking] is just my face’s default setting. even i’m not surpised i get punched as much as i do. (insp)

Shoutout to @wycombewanderer for putting up with my pestering and being so helpful and kind.

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Matsubara Shu, the writer for TV Anime “Osomatsu-san,” describes the sextuplets unique personalities. From Animage December 2015 magazine. SPOILERS on episode plots for new viewers.

Eldest son- Osomatsu
The miraculous idiot

An all-rounder who both leads the others into doing stupid things and brings everyone together when they’re in disarray. He knows his brothers so well that he’s able to act as all six brothers by himself in a game of poker. And when no one pays attention to him, he sulks.
Matsubara: This guy has many desires and lives life by acting on his instincts. He only does what he wants to do. Also, my image of him is that he is “a person without a filter.” If trouble comes his way, or harsh words are thrown at him, all he says about it is “Oh yeah? Okay” and passes by without even stopping. Places where Choromatsu would make a quip are of no issue with Osomatsu. In a way, he’s very tolerant. That’s why, he probably doesn’t even consider that being unemployed and living off of his parents is a problem…

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anonymous asked:

can you do phil in g1 or h1? thanks! love your art btw 💖

i hope you like it! i actually couldn’t pick between the two (because they were both such cute outfits) so i did both! and thank you so much for the lovely compliment! ^_^ <3

send me a person and an outfit!

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gmw social media + clique six college feat. lucaya & riarkle (requested by anon)

Me: *breathes*

My friends: WE GET IT KIM NAMJOON IS ATTRACTIVE

Me: First of all, I wasn’t going to discuss that. Why waste breath discussing the obvious. Second, I really don’t think you do.

Dont blame yourselves, shawols…

Pls shawols stop saying things like “we have failed you” first of all i doubt that jonghyun would agree with this at all

And secondly in times likes these when mental illnesses are in the spotlight, those who suffer feel worse bc of such statements

We couldnt help we were his fans we knew he suffered and we were total sweethearts to him. I could never say otherwise. WE LOVED HIM SO MUCH and he knew that, what happened was his own personal struggle and he is right… no one but himself could help him

Thats how therapy works too.. you work on yourself to improve and feel better.. others are just support. Support is important! But!! Its not what keeps one going.

Its true jonghyun was too exhausted he couldnt find his strength to fight any longer. It was HIS decision.

Theres no one to blame, its no ones fault. Jonghyuns brain was really ill. Once an organ is too sick it will stop working properly until it shuts off… its so very sad but we did well. We were amazing fans to him and we still are! Im glad he had us in this terrible life he lived.

it’s gettin’ there..
slowly, but it’s gettin’ there…

The Present (Nessian)

Originally posted by teded

@queenoffantasy asked: “ Christmas prompt where Nesta opens up a box of lingerie in front of the inner circle, that says it was from Casiano, but is actually from another member pushing them together.”

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The box was wrapped perfectly in scarlet paper, topped with a pretty white bow. The tag told her it was from Cassian. She held it in her lap rigidly while the others tore into their gifts in a whirlwind around her.

She had deliberately saved it for last, opening the gifts from her sisters, Azriel, Amren and Mor first. Truthfully, she was nervous to open it. What if it was a letter declaring his love for her? Or maybe the opposite, like a pair of socks. Socks were a default gift, given to an acquaintance because you had to get them something.

Nesta concluded that either would be equally embarrassing.

Feyre nudged her gently in the side, breaking her chain of thoughts.

“Open it,” she whispered, glancing at Cassian, who was currently showing off the new helmet that Rhys had gotten him. “No one else is looking.”

Taking a deep breath, Nesta tugged at the bow, the satin smoothly coming undone. She tore off the wrapping paper with great care, not ripping it once. The box holding the gift was simple and plain, but a tiny corner of gold tissue stuck out from under the lid. She whipped off the lid and was struck dumb.

Inside the box lay an expensive set of lacy lingerie. It was stormy blue, the exact shade of her eyes. It was beautiful, she couldn’t deny that. Feyre sighed next to her, and Nesta was suddenly very aware that the chatter around her had died down and every eye in the room had turned to her.

She felt her ears redden and she snapped the lid closed. How dare he pull a stunt like this? It was no secret that he harbored feelings for her. He’d pursued her many times in the years following the war, and Nesta found it harder and harder to say no each time he’d asked her on a date.

But this…. This was unacceptable.

Never one to back down, Nesta met everyone’s gazes, seeing expressions ranging from amused to astonished. She couldn’t even look at Cassian, couldn’t bear to see the expression of smug triumph she was sure he wore. It was Mor who was the first to speak.

“Wow, Cass, didn’t know you had it in you!” It sounded a bit sarcastic, but Nesta couldn’t quite tell.

Her heart pounded a mile a minute, but she kept her face carefully blank as she said, “Cassian, I’d like to speak to you in the kitchen.” Tucking the box under her arm, she didn’t wait for his reply as she stormed off.

Her Fae hearing caught the sound of his obedient, near silent footfalls behind her and she whirled to face him. “What the hell is this?” Her eyes flashed with unchecked fury.

“It’s not from me, I swear to the Mother!” He threw his hands up in surrender, his hazel eyes as wide as her own. Her brow furrowed and she poked his chest with an angry finger.

“I don’t believe you. What makes you think that it’s okay to give me this kind of gift?”

“Nesta, listen-“

“No you listen. I get it, Cassian I really do, you have feelings for me. And I might have them for you too, given time, but to gift me this-“ she held up the offending present- “In front of my family and friends? In private, maybe I would have appreciated it-“

It’s not from me!”

Nesta blinked at the frustration that was evident in his tone. “What do you mean? The tag says-“

“I know what the tag says.” He ran a hand through his helmet-disheveled hair. “But I didn’t get you that.”

“Then who did?”

The kitchen door swung open and Amren strode through, unabashed by the argument.

“I did,” she said plainly, pouring herself a glass of water. Her eyes flicked to Nesta’s fiery ones, boldly asking, “Is that a problem?”

“Amren, what the actual fuck?” Nesta shook her head, trying to comprehend what the tiny female had said.

“I was sick of you two making bedroom eyes and bickering twenty-four seven, so I took matters into my own hands.” She shrugged, sipping from her glass. There was a long pause, in which Nesta only stared at her. Were her feelings truly so open and obvious? She thought she had been guarded.

Apparently, she had been wrong.

“Oh come on,” she drawled, hopping off the barstool she had perched on. “It’s not like no one knows it. The sexual tension is palpable anytime you’re within a mile of each other.”

“That doesn’t make it okay,” Cassian said softly, but Amren only shrugged once more. Completely callous to the feelings of others, as always.

“I took the courtesy of including the receipt, in case I bought the wrong size.”

“Oh, how very kind of you,” Nesta replied, voice laced with sarcasm.

“I know,” Amren said, and sashayed out the door.

“Can you believe this?” Nesta once again whirled back to a gaping Cassian. He was staring at the lovely blue lingerie in the box, clearly enamored.

“I think it would be rather flattering,” he murmured, finally meeting her icy gaze. The warmth held within his eyes began to thaw some part of Nesta’s frozen heart, the part that allowed her to keep what she felt for him locked away deep inside.

“Blue is a rather lovely color on you,” he continued, gesturing to the midnight blue velvet gown she currently wore as if it proved his point. “But usually I prefer to take someone out to dinner before I discover the color of their underthings.”

The tiny quirk of his mouth indicated he was joking, but only partially. Nesta swallowed her pride and damned the consequences. She was done lying to herself.

“Tomorrow at seven.”

“What?” Cassian asked, brows drawing together as he flicked his gaze to Nesta. Oh Gods, what was she doing? Her hands shook as she met his warm hazel eyes, full of hope. She was done being scared. No longer would she let the events of one night so long ago haunt her mind.

She needed to be free, and she wanted to be free with Cassian.

“Take me to dinner tomorrow at seven, and then maybe I’ll let you see it.”

A dazzling grin stretched across his face. “Are you serious?”

“I am,” she said, then quickly added, “But don’t expect anything.” She didn’t want him to get his hopes up only to have them dashed.

Wings flaring with excited glee, he pulled her into a hug, which she awkwardly returned. She’d never hugged an Illyrian before; where were you supposed to put your hands? Eventually, she settled for resting them on his lower back, reminding herself that it was good to feel butterflies in her stomach.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at seven,” he said, giving her one last squeeze before breaking away. “And then I’ll give you my real present.”

“It’s a date.”

Trusting in the Lord with all of your heart means not depending on yourself or anyone else when it comes to anything in your life, big or small. Often times, as much as it may seem like we have the power or the ability to control certain areas or situations in your life, God is truly the One who is in control. Yes, it is true that we have free will, but if we’re honest, how many times has our free will led us to a place where we didn’t want to go? How many times have we made decisions that we thought were right, only to find that they led to destruction?

This is why it’s important to trust the Lord with every single step:

Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths.
-Proverbs 3:5-6

We live in a world where instant gratification is widely accepted. When you break something, you just go buy a new one. When you want a new look, you can do anything from changing your makeup products to surgically altering your facial features. If you want a new relationship, just leave your boyfriend or your husband and go get a new one. So often times, we think we know exactly what we want and we spend all this time searching for something that will make us feel more complete, only to be left with even more unanswered questions than we had before. We put so much pressure on ourselves to create the lives we want, when really, what we should be wanting is for God to lead us. Hasn’t He always been there? Isn’t He the One who places the sun in the sky day after day, providing us with food to eat and clothing to wear? Isn’t what He provides all we really need?

There’s nothing inherently wrong with trying out a new hair color or moving to a new city, but if you’re doing it because you’re looking for that satisfaction and that peace about where you are right now and where your life is headed, you won’t find it out in the world somewhere. It all begins with trusting in the Lord for any gratification or satisfaction your heart desires. You don’t need a new boyfriend or a new job in order to start believing that trusting in God is worth it. It is worth it to trust in Him in every area of your life on this very day, for He is the One who knows your future and lays out the path before you. He was the One that you could trust yesterday for your today, so you can trust him for tomorrow too.

Written by @morganhnichols for #QWCDevos

Please don’t give shit to SM and SM idols for eventually resuming their promotions and planned schedules. After all, SM needs to keep their business going and their idols have to continue working whether they want it or not, just like all of us have to go to work or school every day.

They have cleared all schedules for the next week. In this industry, managing to do that is already incredible enough. Let’s be grateful that they’re showing the respect for as long as possible. 

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I was rereading The Lynburn Legacy last week and I kept noticing all of Kami’s descriptions of her clothes… All of these are (at least partly) described in the books. ft. Jared’s jacket. separate images on my art blogsociety6 

(also partly inspired by walkingnorth‘s fashionable fictional character thing :))

To be, or not to be...

Something else interesting to note about Sherlock and Molly, and who they ‘pretend’ to be in the real world:

Sherlock only likes himself when he’s something he’s not.  When he’s dressed up in his detective identity.  He hates himself, or is terribly uncomfortable, as anything else.

Molly is only not herself one time in the series, during the Christmas episode.  She dressed up in a ‘costume’, to try and be something she really wasn’t.  It’s the only time we see her look completely and utterly uncomfortable.

In TEH, when Sherlock shyly asks Molly to come and participate in a case with him, she asks him what John usually does.  By this point, Sherlock knows Molly.  He remembers the last time she was at 221B, trying so hard to be someone she wasn’t, for him.  This time, he makes sure she knows all he wants is for her to be herself. “You’re not being John, you’re being yourself.”

Molly is only comfortable when she’s herself.  Something I think Sherlock admires greatly about her.

Sherlock is never comfortable, never okay when he’s himself…except when he’s with Molly.

Sherlock trusting Molly enough to be himself with her is in itself a kind of love. It’s not an everyday romantic kind of love, but I think for Molly, it’s worth far more than any dinner date or night at the pub.  To her, it’s pure diamonds.