point for effort

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balto 2 wolves, theres a lot wrong here.

stop giving wolves square clubfeet. its true wolves have proportionally larger feet than dogs dogs have dainty compact toes kind of like mittens

these are the feet of a husky

these are wolf feet. note the biggest reason they look so big is the toes are splayed out, and how flat they can get. the final knuckle does not stop at a 90 degree angle like in the cartoon, frankly the wolves in balto look like they have lion feet.

next the faces are horrible. from a character standpoint they’re boring and uninspired, anatomically they are also shit. they did make the ears small which is correct, but wolves don’t have pointy ears, they have rounded ears.

here are wolf ears (left) next to an agouti husky’s ears (right). also notice wolf ears are well furred on the insides, and are pointing more outwards while dog ears will point up.

next up, it looks like a minimal effort was kind of made, but their faces are still too blocky. wolves don’t have a wedge shaped stop

finally, their chests are too broad. wolves look very lanky compared to dogs, their chests are much more narrow.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love your art, and I aspire to get better, especially in drawing people, I'm slowly working on it, but I think I would benefit from taking art for my GCSEs, seeing as I like art and I guess it would be fun? Did you do art for any education courses? Did they help you learn? Thanks <3

Through out my first 17 years (up to high school), I did not take any art subjects because my parents wanted me to pursue computer science.
Only when I entered college (18 yrs), I applied to study 3D animation.
Its always good to have a foundation year if you have no experience in art and feel like you need guidance before applying for university.

Here is a one year improvement of my art (before and after I entered art uni)

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first official Critical Role art, here we go!

if you aren’t following my personal blog, you probably don’t know that I’ve been mildly obsessing over watching this show since may 2016 (and have been “almost caught up” since like december, but they keep airing new episodes). it just took me this long to post art of it because headcanons are hard, man :0 these are still subject to change, and I may have forgotten some canon details, but it felt good to be able to do some art again!

“What I didn’t realize, back when I was this twenty-five-year-old pinup for geeks in that me myself and iconic metal bikini, was that I had signed an invisible contract to stay looking the exact same way for the next thirty to forty years. Well, clearly I’ve broken that contract. Partly because, in an effort to keep up my disguise as a human being, I had a child at some point. And then, in an effort to stay sane for said child, I took pounds and pounds of medications that have the dual effect of causing water retention (think ocean, not lake) while also creating a craving for salad—chocolate salad. So yes, in answer to your unexpressed question, sanity does turn out to come at a heavy price.

To walk the spiritual path, you must be ready to put in every ounce of effort you possess.

Effort is needed when you are still making the choice between illusion and waking up. Once you realize there is no choice and the only option is to wake up, surrender becomes the way.

As the path unfolds, the lines that define the individual begin to blur.

At that point, effort gives way to surrender such that the process of unfolding through awakening becomes a conscious surrendering of the unreal, the non-self, the illusion.

Thus your spiritual practice transforms effort into surrender.

Some quick musings on the new update

thelostspecial.com

Here is the text, with my first thought comments in bold:

I was going to draw this out longer but the truth is, I’m bored.

OK

There is no Lost Special. There never was, and there never will be.

And you know this objectively?

Once again, in their need to keep this midnight train going, TJLC fans created something out of nothing.

Even if that is that case, why do you care?

Seeing this obsession with “The Lost Special,” even though series 4 was clearly over, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to run a sociological experiment with a vicious fandom in denial.

Steven brought it up, not us.  Also, even if the series is over, that doesn’t mean it’s over.  They’ve repeatedly said they have through series 5 mapped out. It was only in December 2016 they started hinting at “we don’t know, this could be it.” Sure Jan.

My poorly assembled website took not more than twenty minutes to cobble together (as some people rightly pointed out) and very little effort to maintain.

This is a lie.  

“By the pricking of my thumbs (something wicked this way comes)”- I edited an ominous message into the code and title, referencing the Macbeth quote used in The Six Thatchers. It was strange to see how many people didn’t recognise the “pricking” quote and even criticised the website because it allegedly didn’t call back to Sherlock in any way- except that I was directly quoting a series 4 episode.

Except most of us did recognize this?  What about your dancing man code reference to Unto the Breach?

Watching fans defend how shoddy the website is, in their need for thelostspecial to be real was especially funny. It was also funny to see the people who guessed the website was fake and said as much, but didn’t even care because they desperately needed something to hold onto, with Sherlock over.

Whichever, why do you care?  Why would it be funny to you?

Then there’s the people who clocked that thelostspecial.com wasn’t “real”… and yet never question their own dedication to TJLC and/or the existence of a fourth episode of series 4, concepts entirely created by Tumblr.

The lost special site was only one of hundreds of indications something is fucky.  

 Anyhow. Next, I threw a random bunch of numbers and photos out there to see how people would scramble and react, and you didn’t let me down. Mostly I chose the first photo I found of a character that I liked the look of, in Google; there wasn’t real logic. I re-used some images out of laziness. I used an online generator to make the Dancing Men/Henry V code post.

So the meanings we found in everything, tying it somehow back to Sherlock, or ACD canon, or anything else were all coincidences?  

What do we say about coincidences?

40, 27, kra, the various “hints” you think you found on the website and found countless possible meanings of, they were chosen at random. Even the elephant photo was chosen at random. It wasn’t until after I edited it into the main website photo that I discovered the poor thing was named Mary and had been shot and executed for killing a man (on 9.13.16. Everyone overthought that one too much.)  So I used that info because it was serendipitous. “The universe is rarely so lazy?” Friends, the universe is often lazy.

“They were chosen at random.”  “The universe is rarely so lazy?

Sure Jan.

When I added a black image with five pixels of colour to the website, you did not let me down. People played with the image until they became convinced it was QR code spelling something out. It was just five meaningless pixels of nothing, created in MS Paint.

Yet you did the whole thing in 20 minutes.

The static gif was taken from a YouTube video of TV static from some movie, with an old Moriarty close-up thrown in.

We know, 28 days later.  With Moriarty loaded in.  Again, whole thing in 20 minutes.

The photo of John and Sherlock sitting in the watery 221B, I got it from Farfarawaysite.com, and scaled it down a little because the photo was large. That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined. I left the big black header on the website as a hint to keep your eye on those, since the thing I changed on 2/11 was in the similar Twitter header.

”That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined.”

Like Murderous Mary being photoshopped into the back picture? Sure Jan: http://whimsicalethnographies.tumblr.com/post/156824256785/221bloodnun-whimsicalethnographies

I changed the plain black header of the Twitter to a black one with a word embedded in it. The profile photo was changed to a plain black photo with XX hidden in it. No one bothered checking it, though clearly the account was active again, so I changed the profile photo to show the Xs, as a hint to look deeper. Finally people found the “clue” today, not that it matters. The word spelled out there is another blind alley that leads nowhere.

Then accept all our follow requests.  

MMTE: The source code message was a hint toward Murderous Mary the Elephant, which some of you guessed but no one looked for it.

murderousmarytheelephant.tumblr.com

(Don’t bother trying to access it, there’s nothing in there.)

DON’T LOOK NOTHING TO SEE HERE, EVEN THOUGH THERE’S A PASSWORD.

There was no set schedule for changes to thelostspecial. I used intermittent reinforcement to keep people frustrated but coming back for more. That’s why I added and removed things at unexpected times. There is no pattern.

Ok?

For people wondering, wow, why would anyone take so much time to do this? Well, I didn’t. Creating the plain black squares with a few letters, throwing a message into the source coding,  and uploading the new website photo of John and Sherlock took maybe 5 minutes. Creating a side blog with no posts and keeping it private takes one minute.

Except the photoshopping you DID do as established would have taken more.  Even searching for the first image you found would have taken time.

Overall, it takes less than twenty minutes a week to do this, once it was set up, because really? You do all the work for me. You all did what TJLCers do best- you took a bunch of random data, inflated it into something much more complicated than it really was, and created your own narrative out of it. Even knowing it might be nothing, and was probably just a fan-made site, you’ve still allowed yourselves to get worked up over it and allowed yourselves to hope. You’re reading into nonsense and finding clues where there are none, and naturally most of those “clues” pointed exactly where you wanted them to point to. Confirmation bias at its finest.

Well all I get from this is that we’re smarter than you are.

Learn from this.

Stop falling into conspiracies. Trust yourself when you can see that something isn’t real or likely. Alternately, find something that doesn’t make you feel sad or heartbroken.

Seriously?  “Trust yourself when you can see that something isn’t real or likely.”

Instincts are to be trusted, John.  

Also, my instincts have gotten me into a pretty good place. I’ll keep trusting them, thanks, and they tell me something is fucky.  We’ve seen this episode before.  

Goddamn you’re arrogant.

A few final notes:

“And in conclusion *jerk off motion*

I was somewhat entertained by the several dozen times people attempted to reset the password for the website and access the control panel. If I was petty, I would’ve logged your IPs and reported you to your ISP. (Don’t worry, I didn’t. I don’t care that much.)’

You cared enough to look.  

I didn’t send the “mole” anons or any other messages on Tumblr. I think other fans decided to join the game. I imagine they’ll continue until they get bored, too.

Read: I can’t say why everything else is fucky too.  Must be more people like me.

The only twitter account connected to thelostspecial.com is twitter.com/thelostspecial. I have no idea who runs the “contact” twitters but I’m positive they’re fan accounts. (If you think BBC-sanctioned accounts would post like that, I have a bridge to sell you.) As for my twitter, I set up the thelostspecial twitter account, followed some BBC-related accounts and left it alone for a week while TJLC fans went wild trying to suss out who I was following. That’s all I did with it.

Then accept my follow request.  Seriously, YOU’RE SO CLEVER I need to follow you to learn your secrets.

I didn’t start thelostspecial Instagram account. Someone else did that, I don’t know who.

Nobody asked.  Actually, I didn’t even know there was an instragram account.  Did anyone else know?

And if you enjoyed hunting, try a legitimate online riddle game, such as Amnesya.com for a challenge! All the fun, none of the TJLC and fandom “fucky” business.

Well, since you brought up “fucky business,” why are they screenshots of the Shrewd Living posts in the “Museum?” Did you do that too? Wow.  In charge of a scam website.  Oh, you don’t know about that?  Then why put it in there?  Why, John?

Nah.

Sherlock Series 4 is over. This is the end.

Thanks for playing TheLostSpecial! Goodbye and God bless.

Seriously, we’ve seen this episode before.

WE’VE SEEN THIS EPISODE BEFORE.

PSA (extended edition): Akaashi says he feels good watching Bokuto

Wow! Thanks to everyone who liked the Akaashi says he feels good watching Bokuto PSA! Tbh, I don’t usually bother with the raws since they are so hard to find, but I took a peek at some other lines from the ch244 and I am really baffled by these translations on the MS release. Plus I saw some questions in the tags so I wanted to add some extra context to my earlier PSA.

Regrettably, I don’t actually have the raw pages (if anyone can provide them, I’d be most thankful!) but a Japanese fan had the chapter all transcribed. Fingers crossed to its accuracy but, from what I’m seeing and the snippets they included, it looks solid. So let’s do this: Operation Overkill Of Four Lines of Dialogue, commence!

Konoha: 「赤葦、たまには木兎スルーしても良いんだからな?まあ復活してもらわないとマズい時もあるけど…」

“Akaashi, it’s fine to ignore Bokuto sometimes, you know? Well, if you don’t give us a Bokuto revival, we’re in for a bad time…”

Konoha here describes Bokuto’s revival with もらう, which is a verb used when receiving. Akaashi is effectively the one giving the team Bokuto at his peek, and Konoha is acknowledging that he is a recipient of this benefit. Unlike in the MS translation, Konoha shows none of that excessive teasing. There is also absolutely nothing here about Bokuto’s ego. This is a situation where MS is making Bokuto out to be worse/more troublesome than he actually is.

Akaashi: 「…俺が引き出せるのは木兎さんの力のほんの一部ですし それに

絶好調の木兎さんは見ていてとても気持ちが良いですから」

“… I can only draw out a mere portion of Bokuto-san’s strength, and besides

"it’s all because watching Bokuto-san play in top form feels really good.”

OK, OK, so I tried to spruce this up, I admit. I didn’t have the lead-in それに before so this is a cleaner version than the first PSA. I also overlooked とても like a dunce so there you have it: watching Bokuto makes Akaashi feel REALLY good! Also, grammar-wise, the basic rule of thumb is that は provides our topic marker, but while our topic here in the second half is “Bokuto in top form,” it is not the thing doing the action of seeing or feeling good. It is merely a reminder that Bokuto in top form is the point around which Akaashi’s efforts and feelings are being driven. So while perhaps Akaashi might mean others feel good watching as well, Akaashi is talking about himself with the emphasis on Bokuto’s performance.

In addition, Akaashi isn’t disregarding Konoha’s suggestion, he’s acknowledging it but then countering it with something positive about Bokuto. This is reminiscent to how Akaashi handled talking about Bokuto to Tsukishima at the BBQ. To perhaps make this translation even clearer, Akaashi is saying: I guess I could ignore Bokuto-san since I only do a little bit to draw out his strength, but I get the pleasure of feeling really good whenever I see Bokuto-san perform at his best (so I might as well keep at it). And then, of course, we have Akaashi’s expressions accompanying these two lines. First, he looks down and thoughtful. Second, he’s looking up and smiling. This is a very good and personal moment, and I’d like to thank Furudate for this gift.

There is still absolutely nothing here in regards to any highlight reels.

Friendly reminder also that Akaashi refers to himself as 俺, which is a very masculine pronoun as compared to the more general, politer 僕.

Sarukui: 「それ本人に言えば?」

“What if you told him?”

This is a simple conditional statement but with no assumptions attached. That is the nature of ~ ば. I might go as far as to say it has a blissful, ‘if you told him, what’s the worse that could happen?’ kind of attitude. It’s really basic but Sarukui is being chill and open minded. There’s no sign of aggression or forwardness akin to, ‘say that to his face.’

Konoha: 「ダメだダメだ!調子に乗りすぎる!」

“No, no way! He’d get too carried away!”

Konoha is the opposite of chill. He flings out his arm to stop them physically and verbally from pursuing this line of thought. 調子 means one’s condition or tone, so it’s probably safe go with Bokuto’s emotions. To help us in figuring out Konoha’s big concern, the image accompanying this scene shows a Bokuto radiating light, smiling huge, and looking like he’s about to fly. Or go supernova. But dare I say this looks like extreme, overwhelming happiness? So not only is this not presented as an egotistical moment where Bokuto’s ‘huge head would probably explode,’ (MS sure does love to throw in Bokuto’s mystical ego at every opportunity) Konoha does not say anything to that effect.

Well there you have it! I’m not a perfect translator by any means but I love these owls and they deserve to be handled with TLC what with their rare appearances–appearances which I hope increase from here on out!

you were unexpected

a little short piece about indie start out simon lewis and famous rock star jace wayland, inspired by this from @littleartbot

There are people screaming his name outside. After the last few years, he should probably be used to that, but somehow it’s never quite gotten to be normal. Alec teases him all the time about it, about how Jace is too famous for them now, and although Jace might joke along with them, that could never be true. Alec and Izzy are his anchors, the things stopping him losing focus on what’s important. Without them, he has no doubt that his grip on reality would be long gone. It’s oh so easy, in a world of fans and photoshoots and concerts and interviews and tours. Too easy.

He might have scoffed years ago, at the rock stars and A-list stars that ended up drowning in a multitude of sins when they had the world at their feet. But it gets it now - god, he gets it.

The concert hall is bigger than he’d expected - the main venue down the hall and through the doors, but some smaller venues are in the same building. He’s playing here next week, and only came to check out what the setup was. He didn’t know how any of his ‘fans’ had worked out he was going to be here, but they had. Security was handling it, though. Thank the lord for security.

His mind is spinning as he walks, exploring the venue, just seeing what’s going on. He’s always loved music, and getting to walk like this is a luxury he doesn’t often have. But before he can get very far, it’s music that lures him off his path, and to the stage door of one of the concert halls, and the stage. There’s a boy there, strumming his guitar, singing like an angel.

He’s good. Really good.

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anonymous asked:

Why are the vast majority of your OCs either gay, bisexual, or non-binary. I can kind of buy some of the original cast, but at this point you are making an effort not to put in straight people. You say that being nonbinary "isn't uncommon" yet in this AU it's the norm and being straight is the extreme.

Why does this matter to you so much?
-TQ

blazeeblake  asked:

How certain are you that we're going to see Misha back as "our"/Dean's Cas, and not just some AU replacement? I've been through your endgame posts & I agree with you about the writing being full of Destiel, but I worry that they'll use the 12x23 death to somehow keep Misha, but kill off the relationship/speculation entirely with a kind of brutal clean slate (AU Cas would be a different animal and definitely not who Dean profoundly bonded with). Not trying to nay-say, SPN's just burned me before.

Yeah I can see how people may feel that SPN has burned them in the past for sure, however it just doesn’t fit with the logic of the story to kill of Cas in the middle of his self realisation arc you know?! Like, just don’t bother giving him one or complete it (like Crowley) rather than kill him off permanently right at the point which would be the climax?!

Cas reached a climactic point in 12x23 (I don’t think THE climax but one that will lead to it soon) and his resurrection is his “new chapter”, which is needed narratively (his is a pretty standard self realisation story) at this point, nearish the end. I wrote a post about how Death in Supernatural is literally like a Tarot Death rather than a real Death in that it signifies a new chapter for the main characters (those who get resurrected). This is a big one (and I think the last) for Cas, which will lead him to his belonging / family / Human and eventual Destiel arc.

Cas’ Death and “new chapter” also fits with Dean’s own climax in 12x22 and it also fits for the “break up theory” which is the overall narrative of Destiel since season 1. 

It just fits too well into Cas, Dean and Destiel’s arcs separately and then together for it to be a coincidental point where they decide to kill him off permanently.

My tags for this are #au cas #storytelling and #break up theory if you want to read more in depth :)

anonymous asked:

"So it was you" MariChat

This is a sequel to the earlier drabble “I can’t trust you” but can be read as a stand alone ^_^. Enjoy 


Chat Noir crouched in the shadow, waiting for the perpetrator to appear. This had been the first opportunity he had to actually catch the villain red handed, and he was determined that before the night was through he would apprehend his foe. 

So far things had been quiet. He had waited as Tom Dupain closed up the shop, sweeping and straightening up after a busy day of sales.  He had watched with no small amount of delight as the jovial baker had put together the special tray of cookies that he had begun leaving on the back doorstep every Monday and Thursday night (Chat’s official patrol nights as stated on the Ladyblog). 

It had been an unexpected surprise- a thank you for his (if he did say so himself) heroic rescue of Marinette two months earlier. He had almost cried the first time he saw the beautifully arrayed tray of treats, tied up with green and black ribbon, and note with a simple black paw print saying ‘for our hero.’ He certainly hadn’t expected to find a new offering later that week, but he had happily gathered up his gift and taken it home to devour with the ravenous appetite of a teenage boy. 

It was his favorite thank you he had ever received. He had gotten his fair share of attention and praise due to his exploits, and her certainly had no complaints on that score, but it was the first time that he had been singled out without his partner- a small reminder that he was capable of doing something great all on his own. 

He eagerly looked forward to his bi-weekly treats. Sometimes he would leave thank you notes that he would then see displayed around the bakery on his less clandestine visits, and even once a bouquet of flowers for Sabine for her birthday. He even made a point to put extra effort into making sure that Marinette was kept safely away from akuma attacks as a sign of gratitude. It was the least he could do in exchange for the delectable pile of macarons, madeleines, palmiers, arlettes, and his personal favorite- frosted butter cookies in the shape of a cat. 

It had started 5 visits ago. 

There had been an akuma attack just the day before outside of Notre Dame. He had- rather dashingly- deposited both Marinette and Alya into the loving arms of the Dupain-Chengs before the fight could really begin, and he knew from experience that that meant there was a good chance he would find something special waiting for him along with the regular cookies. He was secretly hoping for an eclair. So it was quite distressing when he arrived to find that his beautiful, butter cookie cats had been destroyed. 

He figured a stray cat must have managed to work its way into the packaging, and sadly disposed of the rest of the snacks, not wanting his benefactors to feel responsible for something out of anyone’s  control. 

It wasn’t until the next visit that he realized something was very wrong. 

This time he checked first to make sure the packaging was intact. Smiling excitedly when there seemed to be no signs of disturbance, he unwrapped the tray only to find that once again his cats had been vandalized. 

He frowned, picking up one of the broken cookies and examining it. He quickly grabbed another, his scowl deeping as he realized that this was no accidental mishap. 

Someone had systematically pulled out each of his beloved cat cookies, and bitten off their heads. 

The same thing had happened on the next two visits. Between the time the Dupain-Chengs placed his gift on the back entry way and the time he arrived for patrol, the fiend had murdered his cookies. 

Not this time though.

 For once his father’s unscheduled business trips had played in his favor, granting him an unexpected evening free of both obligations and adequate adult supervision. (He was pretty sure the Gorilla had simply given up trying to curtail his sneaking out whenever father or Nathalie wasn’t around. It would also explain the sudden appearance of a new number in his cell phone that simple said- for emergencies.) 

This time nothing would stop him from confronting the saboteur. 

It was already well past dark and creeping up on the time that he would usually hit this part of his patrol route, so any minute now he would face off against his enemy. 

He heard the soft click of a door latch and crouched deeper into the shadows as he saw the back door of the bakery open. His eyes widened as he watched the familiar figure, perfectly visible to him even in the dark, carefully unwrap the elegant ribbons and pull out one of his perfect, delicious cats and with a loud crunch bite mercilessly through it’s head. 

He pounced. 

They tumbled to the ground, the perpetrator letting out a startled shriek as he pulled her down and then flipped her onto her back, straddling her beneath him- arms pinioned above her head, the evidence of her crime still clutched between her fingers. 

“So,” he said as he glared triumphantly down into Marinette’s startled blue eyes, “it was YOU.”