stenciled letters

anonymous asked:

i have a question about drawing clothes with writing on them; when i do it it always seems to turn out slightly ~wrong~. like not all the letters look to be the same size, or like i stretched them/ shortened them in the wrong place. how do you always do it so perfectly? is there some secret to it, or is it mostly trial and error?

Honestly, its a lot of trial and error :’D What I’ve noticed when drawing letters on clothing is the letters have to follow the folds of the clothes - which becomes easier the more you practice. If you have any clothes with lettering or shapes on them (even stripes if you really want to give yourself a headache PFF), take a photo and study how the lines follow the creases!

giving yourself a small guide too can help! What I tend to do when I include letters is stencil out a box shape that follows the shape of the body (even if there aren’t any creases on the chest area for e.g, there’ll still be a slight curve because chests aren’t flat), and then I use that stencil to make the letters fit the shape! Like so:

I hope some of that helps Anon :’D I’ve never tried to do a tutorial before because I find it really tricky to explain how I do things - but I hope even some of this has helped. Honestly the best thing to do is just practice from photos and remember the letters and shapes will distort depending on the angle of the clothing, you’ll get the hang of it in time

How to Start an Art Journal

Here are some hints and tips to help encourage and inspire you!


1. Buy a journal or sketchbook with blank white pages so you can express yourself freely without the constriction of lines. (Or if you prefer lined pages, that’s great too!) The thicker sketchbook pages are great for practice. If you don’t want to go through the trouble of buying a journal, printer paper works as a good canvas.

**Using cardboard behind your pages when painting is a good technique to help keep paint from leaking and helps it dry faster.**

2. Purchase some basic art supplies like watercolor paints, acrylic paints, spray paints, letter stencils, colored pencils, multicolored sharpies, Staetdler fineliner pens, etc… These supplies don’t have to be fancy and expensive to work. Take some time to figure out what you like to use and what effects you want to produce with your art.

**A lot of popular journaling techniques involve creating a watercolor background and a mixed media layered effect for their creations. But, this is about you! Get creative and experiment!**

3. Use words, quotes, images, mixed media, and simple and elaborate drawings to create personal pages that express who you are as an artist and writer.

**Get out of your comfort zone and draw things you wouldn’t normally draw. If you don’t like what you’re creating, give yourself time to grow and learn. It’s important to be patient with yourself and let go of your high expectations. Give yourself credit for trying and keep practicing! Don’t give up!**

4. To learn more about art journaling, you can always use Google for more information, look up tutorials on Youtube, check out books from your local library, or even take online art journaling classes. Some classes are even free! There are tons of resources for you to research.


**Don’t wait until the “time is right” or when the “inspiration hits you.” Dive right in and go for it!**


Some art journaling prompts:


1. Practice hand-lettering your favorite words.
2. Practice using calligraphy for your journal entries.
3. Draw your favorite silly emojis.
4. Draw symbols that hold significance to you.
5. Illustrate a cute scene from your favorite TV show.
6. Create your own comic book page inspired by a day in your life.
7. Make your own mandala and color it in.
8. Make a favorite quote page.
9. Fill an entire page with random doodles.
10. Dedicate a page to your fictional or irl crush.
11. Tape in photos from your favorite trip and add meaningful captions.
12. Illustrate a page on how to cheer yourself up when you’re upset.
13. Use stencils to create word art that describes how you feel right now. 14. Cut out your favorite adjectives from the newspaper.
15. Make a “Truths and Confessions” page to release some tension.
16. Color a page red. Write a long rant until your feel better.
17. Illustrate a monster that has scared you and confront it with words.
18. Create a page filled with characteristics of people you admire.
19. Cut out images from magazines that illustrate your dream life.
20. Use a waterbrush pen to write your favorite book quote.
21. Dedicate a page to your favorite band.
22. Doodle and write your favorite lyrics.
23. Write the words you want to say to someone important to you.
24. Sketch a character you’ve fallen in love with.
25. Create geometric or odd shapes. Make them flow together.
26. Use ink and colored pencil to outline your plans for the week.
27. Write a poem. It doesn’t have to rhyme. Let it come from the heart.
28. Write about the people, places, and things that inspire you.
29. Create a symbol that reflects your life. (Ex: zigzag= stressful)
30. Sketch or write a list of things you’re thankful for.
31. Make a favorite holiday page.
32. Make a page for your favorite personal photos.
33. Create a new identity for yourself. Illustrate your personality.
34. Illustrate a scene from a fairy tale or make up your own.
35. Draw a totally new character that represents your alter-ego.
36. Dedicate a page to your favorite colors.
37. Write one word that describes you well in big, bold letters.
38. Go outside. Draw the first object you see.
39. Write/illustrate your surroundings.
40. Create a page detailing your ideal peaceful environment.
41. Let the day’s weather inspire your pages.
42. Express whether you’re a night owl or an early bird.
43. Create a layered effect by using old letters, important notes, etc…
44. Create a personal mantra page. (Ex: “Live. Laugh. Love.”)
45. Doodle your favorite silly facial expressions.
46. Make a page dedicated to the places you want to travel to.
47. Draw your inner god/goddess. Name them.
48. Write about the talents you have and the talents you wish you had.
49. Create a “Good Memories” page to make yourself smile later on.
50. Draw a broken heart. Journal about your heartaches.
51. Draw yourself in your favorite clothes.
52. Illustrate your favorite place to write, read, study, etc…
53. Mod Podge old book pages to your journal page for a background.
54. Spray paint your favorite symbol on the page.
55. Journal about superpowers you wish you had.
56. List the things that make you laugh.
57. Draw your favorite plant or flower and explain why you like it.
58. Use a childhood experience to influence your journal page.
59. Draw a candle and write about how it symbolizes hope.
60. Journal about the habits you want to change.
61. Fill a journal page with compliments to yourself.
62. Create a venn diagram and compare/contrast yourself with a friend.
63. Write a “Note to Self” page.
64. Illustrate a favorite career page and how you want to make money.
65. Create a system of symbols that represent people, places, and things.
66. Make a page dedicated specially for your zodiac sign.
67. Illustrate your most embarrassing moment from last week.
68. Make a page of regrets and write about how you could fix them.
69. Draw a stack of books and illustrate your reading goal for the year.
70. Take a heart stencil and dab red paint inside the lines. Write about the things you love most in the world and why they’re worth living for.
71. Cut out stars from copy paper and glue them on the page to form your favorite constellation.
72. Draw a line. Name one point Start and the other one End. write about how you want to grow as a person throughout your life.
73. Stain your journal pages with a damp tea bag to give it an old parchment look. Once it’s dry, write a magic spell for your life.
74. Find your favorite poem and journal about why it inspires you.
75. Dedicate a page for things you’d tell your younger self.
76. Draw your favorite animal then fill it in with bright colors.
77. Use some of that old junk mail, glue it in, and paint over it.
78. Write a “Pet Peeves” page. Don’t stop writing until you feel better.
79. Write about your day and shape the sentences into a spiral.
80. Draw or write with your non-dominant hand and see what happens.
81. Paint a rainbow and write about what your pot of gold (a goal or a dream) would be on the other side.
82. Sketch a sunset and describe how to bring closure to your problems.
83. Tape multi-colored notecards or sticky notes in your journal. Jot down little positive reminders to yourself.
84. Use only acrylic paint and puff paint to doodle and write.
84. Journal about the wisest thing you’ve heard someone say to you.
85. Write about your addictions/obsessions.
86. Create a simple collage of things you dislike with magazines.
87. Illustrate a door opening and journal about your new opportunities.
88. Draw your ideal relaxing vacation.
89. Make a list of the places you’ve been today.
90. Tape in receipts of the special things you’ve bought.
91. Tape in ticket stubs of the movies you’ve seen this year.
92. Press leaves and flower petals onto the page.
93. Paint or draw old sayings like “The pen is mightier than the sword.”
94. Record a dream and draw a few people or places you saw in it.
95. Journal about your beliefs.
96. Create a new style/font of handwriting.
97. Use stickers and stamps to make a border around your page. Fill in the center by writing about your “stick-to-itiveness” or perseverence.
98. Draw you and your friends from an old photo and embellish the sketch with an inspiring/relatable quote. Capture the happy moments.
99. Use all the colors of your sharpie pens to write out your thoughts.
100. Make a page detailing all the things you want for your future.


Express yourself without fear. Remember journaling is all about you. This is your personal journey, so you don’t have an obligation to show anyone your creations.


Make good art!

All the hate in the Ereri and riren fandom is really getting me down :( Could u help remind me how awesome the ship is, because a lot of people think that riren makes the characters ooc. My whole life has been a lie… Not really lol, just need some reasurrence that riren can be shipped for good reason.

riren/ereri it doesn’t matter! Whenever people want to reduce a ship down to where the peen goes, I’m a little concerned because 1) there is more to sex than penetration and 2) there is more to a relationship than sex!

So whenever people fight over ririviviviivivireererereri nonsense, I make up my own positive headcanons:

Eren loves ice cream, but Levi is lactose intolerant so he gets sherbet.
Eren likes the ostrich on the carousel, Levi likes the tiger, but both are fond of the wonky eyed horse.
Levi doesn’t like it when Eren buys oversized sweaters because Levi likes to borrow Eren’s sweaters so that just means it’s three times too big for him. Ah, who are we kidding, he likes those too.
Levi is remarkably good at winning goldfish at the ring toss. Eren’s aquarium is overcrowded.
Both claim to like creepy horror flicks, but somehow have never made it an entire movie without turning it off. But only to makeout, not because they were scared or anything.
Eren is banned from most putt-putt golf courses, especially the one with the windmill. In protest, Levi stole three boxes of golf pencils.
At the beach, Levi sunburns easily. Eren writes, “I love you!” on his back in sunscreen.
Eren tells the waitress it is Levi’s birthday so they get free dessert. Levi hides in Eren’s armpit when they sing him happy birthday.
Levi is really good at “crack the whip” in roller and ice rinks. Eren crashes into the snowbank.
Levi’s Valentine’s Day cards to Eren have stenciled letters on the front. Eren’s explode in glitter. Eren spends Valentine’s Day cleaning up the glitter.
Because of his insomnia, Levi takes catnaps during the day. Eren rigs up a hammock in the backyard and often finds Levi there, the watering can on the ground and his large gardening hat still on.
Now which one of those mini headcanons is ereri and which one is riren? I can’t really tell.

Oh, I have a good one: Eren thinks Levi’s nose is adorable, and sometimes when Levi is talking to him, Eren will space out and then slowly raise his finger up and press the tip of Levi’s nose and say “Boop!” (He does the same thing to his mother’s cat.)

Sunday morning is banana pancakes morning.

Whenever they’re in the car, the rule “driver chooses the music, shotgun keeps their mouth shut” is the first thing that goes out the window. They settle it with rock paper scissors instead.

Levi always winds up eating the pickles out of Eren’s cheeseburgers and the olives out of his pizza slices.

Levi likes the regular goldfish and Eren likes the flavor blasted, but they fight over the pretzel all the time. They end up sharing it on the couch with a movie on.

Eren eats all the food in the house and won’t buy more until Levi throws money at his head and makes him leave. He laughs all the way down the street, but Levi waits until he’s around the corner before laughing.

Eren is pretty good at video games, so when he’s gotten a good streak, the only way to break him out of it is for Levi to join the game and kick his ass. This is only used in dire situations as Levi doesn’t like to mess with Eren’s ego too much.

Levi always buys silly string and sprays it on Eren on their birthdays. Even though it’s a pain in the ass to clean up, it’s worth his reaction.

When they go on an airplane, Eren likes the window seat and Levi secretly prefers the middle because he can lean on Eren and he’s small enough not to get squashed. Eren always gives Levi the little snacks claiming that he doesn’t want them, but when Levi puts one in his mouth Eren kisses him to get it back. Levi pretends to be annoyed, but he always goes along with it.

Levi normally doesn’t like PDA but has been known to make out with Eren shamelessly if someone makes a homophobic comment.

Eren and Levi have a little unspoken competition to see who can carry the other more places.

Eren talks in his sleep and Levi pretends to be annoyed about it, but he actually finds it very cute.

Levi really likes it when Eren wears bright pastel colors. Flower crowns are a plus too.

Both Eren and Levi (though Eren more so) get jealous pretty easily and if someone flirts with Eren, Levi tends to be very blunt and specifically points out they are together. Whereas Eren gets really touch-feely, such as throwing an arm around Levi’s shoulders, waist or grabbing his hand. Even, going as far as kissing him- on the cheek or mouth.

Eren has a habit of chewing on his pens when he’s thinking. Levi tries to get him to stop, but after a few weeks Eren catches him doing it. He teases him about it for a month.

Levi never starts a tickle fight, but he’ll finish one.

When they watch a movie together, Eren throws whatever snack they have into the air and Levi has to catch it in his mouth so it doesn’t make a mess.

Eren always sits on Levi’s lap, which is a good idea at first, but as Eren gets taller, Levi gets squashed.

Eren picks up Levi’s habit of holding cups funny and Levi thinks it’s adorable.

Levi got glasses before Eren did, and Eren would steal them off his face and wear them around the house until his vision got worse and he realized he could see better wearing them. They went to the eye doctor the next weekend. Eren still does it every once in a while.

Eren loves playing with Levi’s hair.

Levi is bisexual, so Eren made him a bracelet that alternated black links and the colors of the rainbow because “it’s as gay as you are!” He learned that there are bisexual colors the next day. Levi only takes it off to shower.

Eren likes drawing butterflies on Levi’s binders.

On laundry day, Eren and Levi have a sock fight to sort the socks. Levi almost always wins.

They switch iPods for a day every week.

When one of them has a bad day, they blast Taylor Swift and jam out until they can barely move. If it’s a really bad day they get ice cream first.

Whenever they go to a restaurant, no matter how fancy, they always get into a game of footsie that escalates into a full on foot war. Eren tends to win these, but most games remain unfinished.

Sometimes when Levi is reading a book Eren likes, Eren will read over his shoulder and poke him in the side if he closes it.

Eren mouths words of songs to Levi that he thinks represents their relationship.

Eren and Levi wear matching shoes every once in a while. Hanji is the only one who’s ever noticed.

When Levi stays up late working, he uses Eren’s stomach as a pillow.

Eren loves apple juice and leaves empty bottles everywhere around the house. Levi doesn’t mind that much because he thinks watching Eren drink it is so cute.

Levi is left handed and always wears his watch on his right. Eren wears it on his right hand as well, but he is right handed.

Eren has ADHD and has to take medication for it. Levi gives him extra hugs when he’s on the come down.

Eren tends to get out of control angry but Levi’s always the one to calm him down.

Levi has a tendency to fall asleep in his desk chair working, but Eren’s learned to see when Levi’s about to fall asleep and lifts Levi into bed.

Levi always complains about the mess Eren makes when he’s doing art, but secretly Levi enjoys the gentle curves of concentration between Eren’s eyebrows and the way he sticks his tongue out when he’s focusing on little details.

Eren and Levi have a neighbour who complains constantly about their noise levels, so just to annoy them, Eren buys a dog whistle and blows it every once in a while during the night and complains to the neighbour upstairs that their dog keeps them awake. Levi says Eren shouldn’t do it, but he really finds it funny when the neighbour was completely baffled about their dog.

Eren has a tendency to leave paint streaks on his cheeks, and Levi never says anything about it.

Levi isn’t a really big fan of dogs due to hair, but when he comes back to Eren cuddling a puppy, he decides he can live with it.

Eren snores, and Levi finds it cute until he realises he really can’t sleep with Eren’s snoring. Levi ends up kicking Eren during the night to make him shut up.

—  Many many many different posts

anonymous asked:

When you're writing fanfiction do you think it's necessary to describe characters (example: Kageyama was a high school student with black hair, blue eyes…) or is it fine to assume that since everyone probably knows the characters there's no need to describe them? Besides that do you think direct description of characters is necessary at all or should it be subtle? I hope this makes sense, but basically I'm just curious as to how much description do you think is necessary? (Regarding AUs as well)

Ooooh interesting question! I would definitely say this varies from author to author, and is ultimately up to you. But I do personally find some methods of character description to be easier to read than others!

Like you mentioned: when dealing with fanfic, you can reasonably assume your reader knows very well who the characters are and what they look like. But, on the flip side, oftentimes one of the many reasons people like reading about these characters are because… we like the way they look! Whether we think they’re unique or cute or gorgeous or bad ass or whatever, generally, we’re probably pretty attached to their physical looks in some way. So I think it is fine to sprinkle those descriptors about both in canon and AU fics, in a way that feels organic.

When thinking of an “organic” description, very rarely would I list character attributes like in the “black haired, blue-eyed high school student” example (I realize you may have just tossed that out there, but it’s good to state this anyway, I guess). I’d generally advise people to stay away from laundry list descriptions, even in original fiction, because they’re less engaging to read. 

Some authors love to describe their characters often, and at length, while others won’t spare more than one sentence out of an entire novel to tell readers what their cast looks like. I tend towards the former, because I love describing shit, and also because I write romances, where you’ll find an upward trend in character descriptions usually lies. But if you’re going for direct, try to get more than just their looks into the description. The below example is from my fic A Couple of Awesome Players, a canon-divergent AU where KageHina befriend each other in middle school:

The first thing Shouyou notices is that [Kageyama’s] head, with his hair laying shiny and flat on it, is almost perfectly round, much like a volleyball—which is fitting, because Kageyama might be one hundred percent made up of love for the sport. He started coming to the gym so that he could play on the days he doesn’t have practice to begin with.

Kageyama has big, round, blue eyes, and a slightly blank expression, unless he’s talking about volleyball—then his round face lights up like a bulb, shiny and excited. His hair looks like someone took a stencil with the English letter M and stuck it right over the front of his bangs, cutting out two windows for his eyes.

I’ve spent a lot of words on describing Kageyama across all my fics, and these are still some of my favorites. Instead of it being all about “black hair, blue eyes”, it’s more about “this kid is a dork, but he is the cutest volleyball dork”. I wanted to quickly establish him as soft and endearing, because that’s how he was when he was young, and hopefully it worked. 

Speaking of which, I tend to do a lot more character description in AUs, both because the characters are often meeting for the first time, and because of all the differences, which are just fun to describe. It helps establish the variations in each universe, while still showing how the characters remain the same: 

Then the mechanic rolls out from underneath the car slowly, like he’s not quite sure why somebody would request it of him, and Hinata wonders if he is maybe dreaming.

Kageyama is not stocky, or weedy. He’s tall as hell, when he finally stands up. His coveralls are shoved down to his waist, probably due to the heat, and the white sleeveless undershirt he is wearing below them sticks to his body from the sheen of sweat on his skin. The shirt clings to the kind of muscles that Hinata has never believed existed on people who don’t model for a living. His arms are distracting, toned, smeared with dirt and grease, and highlighted and shiny from perspiration. His shoulders and chest are no better, broad and strong.

He’s frowning at them slightly, dark blue eyes trained on Hinata. He swipes his arm across his forehead, leaving a smudge of grease there, before sweeping his black hair out of his face.

That’s from Speed Demons! Even when I’m being pretty straightforward, I try to break up the description, or toss in descriptors with action (eyes), or use the setting to amplify different aspects of the characters looks (hair, The Bod). Also: Hinata is noticing how hot this guy he’s been confronted with is, and he’s not being subtle. It’s pretty direct overall, but hopefully manages to keep from bombarding the reader with bullet points, and instead integrates itself into the narrative as it flows.

And it still might not be everyone’s cup of tea, that’s for sure! To sum up, I think character descriptions are a style thing, more than anything else. If you don’t feel like including them, don’t force the words onto the page. Describe what feels important to you. But in fanfics, because we already know these characters, put your own spin on it. 

Your readers know what X character looks like – so if you want to tell us about that, tell us something new about them, too. 

Tell us something we’ve never heard before :)

I wish the lighting allowed you to see the shimmer in the pink here. I am loving playing with my new V-Day vinyls!

Used in this mani:

Essie - Sugar Daddy, Mod Square

Pure Ice - On Thin Ice

Sinful Colors - Strawberry Milk

HK Girl Topcoat

Heart Chain stencils and Love Letters stencils from @whatsupnails

🎨 Top 7 sorority canvas & craft letter tracing techniques!  🎨

Q: What are some tips for painting canvases? Every time I try the letters turn out bad, or it looks sloppy… Any ideas?

A: You must TRACE the lettering instead of trying to freehand it. Letters can make a perfectly painted canvas look messy if they are not traced neatly. That’s the problem you are running into. There are several different tracing techniques that can be used on canvases, coolers and other crafted gifts.

✰ Using attractive fonts from your computer is the first step. If you don’t already have fonts you like, use a source like this:

http://www.google.com/fonts/

✰ First paint your decorative canvas with the pattern or solid color you desire. Lettering will be the finishing touch on top of your painted design. To get the letter size you need, you may need to print several pieces of paper from your computer, or even one letter per page for large canvases. Use a ruler to space your letters evenly if needed. 

🎨   TOP 7 Ways to Paint Sorority Quotes & Letters on Canvas:  🎨

✰ Chocopaper/Carbon Paper Tracing Technique: 

  • From your computer ~ print your font on paper in the correct size for your canvas. This may take more than one sheet of paper, depending on the font size.
  • Gently tape the font paper to the painted canvas with painter’s tape. 
  • Slip a piece of Chocopaper/carbon paper between the font paper and the canvas.  
  • Place a book under your canvas to keep the surface firm and to keep it from stretching. 
  • Trace the letters with a ball point pen. 
  • Remove the font paper and the transfer paper and there will be a light outline of your lettering left on the canvas. Fill in with acrylic paints. 

✰ Tissue/Tracing Paper Technique:

  • From your computer ~ print your font on paper in the correct size for your canvas.
  • Place issue paper, or other translucent paper, over the font print-out and trace the letters with a pencil.
  • Place the tissue paper on the painted canvas and secure it with a few pieces of painter’s tape. Trace the letters with a fine to medium point Sharpie (not a thick Sharpie). The ink will bleed through and create the lines. 
  • Once the outline is traced, remove the tissue and paint the lettering in your desired colors. 

✰ Acrylic Letter Technique: 

  • Purchase removable acrylic letters at the craft store. 
  • Place onto the painted canvas and trace around the edges of each letter. 
  • Peel off the acrylic letters and paint within the traced lines.

✰ DIY a Stencil Technique:  

  • Most stenciled letters look like stencils. But you can make a more attractive stencil from your favorite computer font. 
  • From your computer ~ print your font on paper in the correct size for your canvas. A bolder, straight-edged style works best. 
  • Cut out the letters, creating your own stencil. 
  • Lightly tape the stencil over your painted canvas and trace the inside of the letters.
  • Peel off the stencil and paint within the lettering lines. 

✰ Chalk Technique: 

  • From your computer ~ print your font on paper in the correct size for your canvas.
  • Cover the back of your paper with white chalk by rubbing the side of a piece of chalk over the surface. 
  • Turn the paper over to the printed font side and lightly tape it to your painted canvas. 
  • Place a book under the canvas to keep it firm. 
  • With a ballpoint pen trace over the words. 
  • Remove the paper and there should be a chalk outline of your wording. Fill in the letters with paint. 

✰ Pencil Technique: 

  • From your computer ~ print your font on paper in the correct size for your canvas.
  • Turn the paper over and cover the back of each letter with pencil marks. 
  • Lay the paper font side up/pencil side down onto the painted canvas. But a book behind the canvas center to avoid stretching. 
  • Trace the font lettering with a ballpoint pen. The backside pencil lead will leave a tracing on your canvas. 
  • Remove the paper and fill in your letters with acrylic paint. 
  • If there are any stray pencil lead smudges, you can remove them with a baby wipe once all the paint is dry. 

✰ Mod Podge Technique: 

  • From your computer ~ print your font on paper in the correct size for your canvas. 
  • Precisely cut out your letters and Mod Podge them on to your painted canvas. 
  • Once dry, paint over your lettering with acrylic paints. The paper letters stay in place and serve as your template. 
  • This technique is best when using bolder, straight-edged letters that are easier to cut out. If using a curly script font, cut carefully with an x-acto knife. 
  • Mod Podging and painting over letters, images, or logos is also a favorite technique for cooler painting. 
  • Variation: cut out letters in decorative paper and Mod Podge them onto your painted canvas for a collage look. You don’t need to paint over these letters. 

✰ “NEAT” canvas lettering inspiration: 

Alrighty nonnie, here goes the long explanation lol

Step 1: Gather supplies. 

  • White Poster-board (Get 2 just in-case) 
  • Fabric. (2 shades of blue. Match to mine (as close as you can))  Get at least 2 yards of the dark blue and 1/8 yard of the lighter blue.
  • 2 Poly Foam squares (I’ll put a picture below) 
  • 1 ½ - 2 inch ELASTIC band. Get as much as you need. (Actually, get a little more just in-case you F up.) Try to get blue. I had to get black because that’s all the store had. Either of those two colors will work.
  • Hook and Loop Velcro. You will need 6 appropriately sized pieces so get like, 12. (MAKE SURE YOU GET BOTH PIECES OF THE VELCRO. THE FLUFFY BIT AND THE POINTY BIT)
  • An X-Acto knife. (You can use scissors but it takes longer.)
  • A hot glue gun. (Be super freaking careful with this thing. It’s HOT)
  • A pack of 30 or more appropriately sized glue sticks. Make sure they work in the glue gun you have. (You will end up using a lot of these so don’t panic when they all suddenly disappear.)
  • White 3″ Stencil letters. 
  • White colored pencil or fabric pencil.


Step 2: Get your body measurements. Can’t just eyeball this thing (Believe me, just don’t)

You’ll need:

STRAP MEASUREMENTS

STEP 3: Take your poster-board and sketch out the front and back of the vest. Start with your measurements and then draw the actual shape afterwards. 

It should look something like this (This is the front. MAKE SURE WHEN YOU DO THE BACK THE NECK DOESN’T DIP DOWN AS FAR.)

STEP 4: Take your Poly Form squares and cut them to fit your vest. 

(If you can, get 1/2″ x 12 x 12. If you get the 1″ you will have to cut it in half and BELIEVE ME IT ISN’T WORTH IT. IT TOOK 30 MINUTES JUST TO CUT IT IN HALF.) If you do end up having to get the 1″ and cut it in half, this is where you will need an X-Acto knife. There is no way you can do this with scissors. (All you ‘challenge accepted’ people: Go nuts bro)

Anyways, it should look like this when you are done. (Again, this is the front. For the back you wont need to put anything on the shoulder bits.) For the shoulder bits make the height half the height of the middle bit. This will make it flow better.

BACK SHOULD LOOK KINDA LIKE THIS (The red is the foam)

Step 5: Trace the back and front of your vest on the darker blue fabric with the white colored or fabric pencil.

Step 6: Cut the patterns out. (CUT AT LEAST ONE INCH FARTHER OUT THAN THE ACTUAL PATTERN!!!! YOU WILL NEED THAT EXTRA FABRIC!!)

Step 7: Now’s the fun part. (A.K.A. The worst part ever.) Now you need to take your glue gun

And all of these fuckers

And glue the fabric over the poster-board and foam. Make sure the fabric is taught and not sagging. This is the part that takes the most time. It’s slow going to get it just right. 

Tip: Don’t glue everywhere on the fabric. Follow this guide and it will save you glue, and the vest will look, well, NOT glued on. 

(Pretty much the same for the back)

DO NOT PUT DOWN ALL THE GLUE AT ONCE. THE HOT GLUE DRIES IN ABOUT 15 SECONDS. YOU HAVE TO DO IT SECTION BY SECTION.

OH GOD, ALSO. SEE THOSE BITS ON THE SIDES THAT STICK OUT? WELL THOSE BITS WILL BE WRAPPED AROUND YOUR WAIST. BEFORE YOU GLUE THE FABRIC ON ROLL THOSE SIDES UP A COUPLE OF TIMES. THIS WILL LOOSEN THEM UP TO WRAP AROUND YOU AND IT ALSO GIVES IT THE SHAPE IT NEEDS. ONCE THE FABRIC IS ON DO IT AGAIN, NOT TOO HARD, BE MINDFUL OF THE GLUE.

It should look like this. (minus the FBI bit, that’s next)

(You can definitely sew this if you want. I’m just rubbish at sewing so I glued it. But if you feel you can sew, by all means, go for it.)

*Optional step* Cut out more of the blue fabric and cover the rest of the poster-board that is showing on the non-foam side.

Step 8: Cut out another piece of poster-board. 3 ¼ inch by ? inches. (The long edge depends on your body shape. For reference, mine was 6 inches. But yours might be different so you decide this part)

Step 9: Trace this piece on the dark blue fabric. Cut out the fabric and glue on. (Same as vest)

*Optional step* Use a black sharpie and draw ‘thread lines’ around the FBI badge.

Step 10: Glue ‘badge’ on vest. Use above picture for reference.

Step 11: Carefully stick the White Letters to the ‘badge’.

Step 12: Now it’s time to prepare for the straps. First take out your Elastic band and cut it to the appropriate measurements. (From earlier) 

Next cut Velcro to fit behind the Elastic band. (Make sure you can’t see any of the Velcro behind the band.)

Now cut the poster-board into 6 equally sized rectangles. Cover these in the lighter blue fabric. (These will be the Velcro covers.)

Step 13: Glue the end of the Elastic band to the lighter blue, fabric, Velcro cover. Then peel the plastic off the back of the Velcro and stick the pointy bit on top of the cover and band. (This will sandwich the Elastic band between the cover and the Velcro) (If your Velcro doesn’t have adhesive on the back just glue it on) Now stick the fluffy bit to the vest. Use the above picture as reference.

Step 14: Now onto the back. Cut out 2 more pieces of poster board and cover these bits with the darker blue fabric. Glue the Elastic band to the top of the vest and then glue the 2 covers on top of theseUse picture below for size and placement reference. 

Step 15: Cut 1 more piece of poster-board and cover it with the darker blue fabric. (That big bottom piece.) 

Step 16: Glue the 4 straps to the vest and cover those with the fabric covered poster-board you just cut out. Glue it down. 

Step 17: Put the vest on and go catch some serial killers!


HAVE FUN (;

Emma Carstairs, a girl amidst a war, a child with a sword.

Emma Carstairs, a fierce and unyielding fighter, sarcastic and revengeful.

Emma Carstairs, proudly wearing a LA tee shirt one day and an antique ballgown the next, in between training with black leather garb.

Emma Carstairs, tracing her parabatai rune when she is alone just as she stencils letters across Julian’s forearm.

Emma Carstairs, watching her ancestor wade in true love as she wishes she could feel the same way towards Julian, wanting the warmth and pink-tint that loving brings.

Emma Carstairs, hating the edges of her scars, the crimson of the dried blood, the cracked feeling of being broken.

Emma Carstairs, feeling a slight shiver each time she steps close to the ocean’s grasp, when the waves flow over he toes.

Emma Carstairs, loving the brush strokes of Julian’s paintings, loving his sweet smile as his siblings play, loving him and only him.

So. There is this house in my town in Massachusetts. Massachusetts. I pass it on my way to work every day. They have a giant wooden Trump sign on their lawn. It’s a very well made giant version of the small lawn signs. They’ve kept it up since the election too. Yesterday they put a new large wooden sign in front of it. Not as well made. Painted white with red stenciled lettering:

UNIFY BROTHERS AND SISTERS

I have never been scared in my town before, but my stomach dropped and my blood went cold when I drove past that.

Maybe that’s not what they meant. Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

I told my mother about it. I could see her instantly trying to rationalize it. Trying to make it not what it is.

Maybe that’s not what they meant. Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

Next she started running through her knowledge of town laws regarding signage on property, political and/or not. Something to put it away.

Maybe that’s not what they meant. Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

But that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you take it down. It is there. It exists. They exist. Just on the other side of town. I could run into them at the grocery store, the bank, the pizza place, church. Anywhere.

Maybe that’s not what they meant. Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

I am not subtle. I wear my identity on my sleeve. And with the upcoming marriage license I will be a registered deviant.

Maybe that’s not what they meant. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

Creepypasta #292: Midnight At The Carnival

The clock had just struck midnight when I awoke to the sounds of a carnival floating in from my open window. It was fall, and the large harvest moon on the horizon was like an eye staring down at me. I went to the window and saw that I was not alone. There were other kids I knew, staring out of their windows, searching for the source of the music.

“Do you hear it?” said a voice.

My heart froze for a split second, until I remembered the walkie talkie on my window sill. It was my best friend, Kevin.

“Yeah, I think so.” It was faint, but it was there. A song on the wind. It was as delicate as a whisper, but it was exciting - our town didn’t get normal carnivals, not to mention ones that go on after midnight.

“What the heck do you think they’re doing?” Kevin asked. I was wondering the same thing.

“We’ll talk about this at school, okay?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

And we did talk about it. We weren’t the only ones, either. A couple of the kids on our street came up to us at recess and asked if we had heard the music, too. Gary Briggs, a kid from my grade, told me that he saw Frankie Nichols, the kid who lives on the corner of the street, walking out toward the sound. He didn’t go to our school, and no one I knew hung around with him. He was an uptight West Park kid.

On our way home from school, Kevin and I ran threw the red and orange leaves that littered the ground, kicking up a storm of fall colors. As we got closer to my house, he stopped, and looked at me.

“I know you don’t want to go to the carnival. You’re a scaredy-cat. But I am going tonight, and if you want to go, we can go together.” He was right. I was a scaredy-cat. I didn’t like the song, or the way I felt when I woke up the night before, like there was now a shadow that stretched down my street. But he was wrong to think I didn’t want to go. A part of me did, and I had no idea why.

“I’ll go. Just wait until our parents go to bed. If we hear the music we’ll go together.” He was almost as surprised as I was. After dinner, I went up stairs and read. I watched the clock tick past ten, then eleven, and finally twelve. And then I heard the music. “You gotta see this! There’s some guy walking down the street, come quick”” Kevin’s voice sounded hollow in the walkie talkie, but it could not veil his excitement.

I tip-toed to the window, and peered out into the moonlit street. There was a tall man wearing a tall black hat slowly walking down the street. There were other kids at their windows too; their faces were dim reflections in the curtains and slivers behind their blinds. But I could see them, just as I knew they could see me.

“Children, children,” the man spoke in a sweeping melodic voice. “There is a carnival, as I am sure you are all aware.” It was as if he was talking directly to me from some place in my room. And for a moment, I felt as though he saw me. As if I was somehow standing in his shadow, like the darkness that had fallen over the street had grown somehow darker. Gooseflesh broke out on my arms. I realized I was trying so hard to be quiet, I had almost forgotten to breathe. The man reached into his vest, and pulled out something that glinted in the moonlight.

“The carnival is close, you just need to follow the sound of the music. The price of admission is your diligent silence.” his eyes glinted in the moonlight. He chuckled and threw a handful of tickets into the air. He turned on his heel, thrust his hand back into his pockets, throwing another handful into the air. The tickets were caught in an errant breeze and littered the street. They glittered, catching the pallid moonlight.

“You’re not going to wuss out, right?” It was Kevin speaking through the tin can. “No. Meet me outside in three minutes.”

I grabbed my favorite sweatshirt, a faded red hoodie, and my fathers flashlight. Kevin was waiting for me in the shadow of a tree in front of his house. As I made my way to meet him, I could see other kids doing the same. At that point, I was thinking about the carnival. About adventure.

I picked up a ticket before it fluttered away. It read “Admit One” in black ink. The ticket was gold, and didn’t feel like any ticket I’d ever held before. The ones at school were thin, and red, while these were thick, smooth, and glimmered in the light. Most of all, the ticket felt expensive.

We followed the sound of the music like dogs follow a scent. At first it was just a whisper on the wind, but it became louder and stronger. There was the smell of candy and popcorn, and my mouth began to water. We ran toward the source; it was a large tent with many tall peaks. It was smaller than I had expected, more squat, but it loomed over us, eclipsing us in its shadow, billowing in the cool autumn wind. It was striped in red, yellow, and blue. I could see faint words stencilled on the tent, but could not make them out in the dark. There was a popcorn machine, and a bald man standing behind a cart with two fists holding bundles of cotton candy. He was shorter than the tall man, but still a mountain among us.

The kids swarmed him, and he laughed. “Oh, there’s more than enough for all of you kids,” He said in a dim voice. “Go inside, the show is about to start!” He patted some of the kids on the back with his meaty hand. They ran inside the tent giggling. I turned to my right, toward the shadow of the tent - a place that I had not immediately seen, toward an old wooden gypsy caravan. The dark man leaned against it, smoking. Its windows were dim, lit by what appeared to be candlelight, and there was an old sign that read Oscurita. The paint was faded, I could see that even in the dim light.

I made my way to the caravan. I wanted to see inside, the golden light that spilled out through its windows was inviting. It felt like I was standing in some type of fairy tale.

“Is this your carnival?” I asked the tall man in the dark suit. His eyes settled on me, and he took a long drag from the cigarette in his mouth.

“I am the ringmaster, but this carnival, it belongs to all of us.” He motioned to the candy man, and toward the main tent.

“How many of there are you?” I asked.

“You ask a lot of questions, young man. We have acrobats, and strong men, lion tamers, and - ”

“Freaks?” I asked, recalling old pictures of sideshows and amusement parks from old books I had seen at the library.

His eyes narrowed on me, but a smile grew across his face.

“Yes, freaks. We have other things, too. Don’t you want to see what other wondrous things we have?”

I no longer heard the other kids laughing, only the calliope and its hollow song.

“You’ve got a ticket, don’t you? Earned it yourself, tenacious lad, apparently.” A smile spread across his face, and he eyed the pocket that held my ticket. He had dark, greedy eyes. “Your friends will be waiting,” When I didn’t move his smile faded. I saw Kevin disappear into the folds of the tent, then he was gone, and I felt very alone.

“I should be going, this was a mistake.” I stammered, and turned to leave.

At first I thought I was caught on something, but I realized there were two strong hands holding me by my shoulders. The tall man cleared the distance between us in the blink of an eye.

“Your ticket.” He said in little more than a whisper. His grip was like a vice. I froze a moment, and his hands squeezed tighter. “On second thought, perhaps you’ll stay. Perhaps you’ve not yet paid the price to leave,” His voice dropped to a hiss. “Perhaps you’ll stay with us a long while yet.”

I tried to shake myself from his grasp.

“Let go of me! Get your hands off me!” I struggled, but gained no ground. I stomped on his foot. His grip loosened, jolted by the pain. I tried to rush forward, but he clung onto my sweater, his fingers like talons, pulling me toward him, into his shadow, into the darkness. I pulled forward with all of my strength. There was the sound of ripping, and I was free. My old sweatshirt had torn away in two scarlet ribbons.

I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I was propelled by the thought that he was reaching for me, running after me, that his shadow was descending upon me. All I heard were the sounds of my feet hitting the pavement, the soft calliope on the wind, and the dark man laughing behind me.

The next day, Kevin wasn’t waiting for me. At school, I found that most of the other kids hadn’t shown up. I was called into the office around noon, and my dad picked me up from school. He asked if I had snuck out last night with my friends. I told him I had. My dad didn’t say anything for a minute, but when he held me close, I knew he was crying.

“There was an accident,” My dad’s voice was choked with tears. He didn’t say anything more, but he hugged me for a long time.

I never saw Kevin again. My dad took me out of school, and we moved a couple days later to a small apartment in a new town.

That was a few years back.

The other day I was driving along at the edge of town and I saw that same tent, or one very like it. In the light of day you could see words all over the canvas sides in big stencilled letters. DEADLY FUMIGANT GAS.

Credits to: Havoc_7

anonymous asked:

Can you write a sanvers fic about Alex taking Maggie to her high school reunion and showing her off

“Holy crap,” Maggie looked up at the massive chandelier in the massive ballroom in the massive hotel. “This place is beautiful.”

Alex held tight to Maggie’s hand and looked up at the banner hanging across the entrance. Gold letters stenciled out the announcement of her high school reunion. “I’m having flashbacks. Is it hot in here?”

Maggie smiled. “It’s not hot in here. It’s fine. We’re here to celebrate.” She pulled Alex toward the registration desk. “It’s not often we bust an alien trafficking ring. It’s a big deal.”

“And the invitation said open bar,” Alex poked Maggie in the side as they stopped in front of the registration table. “Which is why you agreed to come.”

“It’s not the only reason, but it was my favorite reason,” Maggie teased.

“Uh, Danver, Alex,” Alex told the woman at registration. “And my plus one.”

“Here are your name tags,” the young woman behind the desk smiled. She handed Alex her name badge and Maggie hers.

“Why does mine say Detective Maggie Sawyer?” Maggie read over her name tag before affixing it to her dress.

“Because I filled out the plus one form on my work computer which is so used to your name on incident reports that every time I start to type your name it autofills with Detective Maggie Sawyer,” Alex looked at her own name badge.

“Ooh, look at yours,” Maggie pointed to Alex’s name tag that she had put on her dress. “Alexandra Danvers, Valedictorian.” Maggie giggled. “What a nerd.”

“Shut up,” Alex pushed Maggie away from the table with her hands on Maggie’s waist.

Maggie put her hands on Alex’s hands, holding them to her body as they entered a packed ballroom. “Where’s the bar?”

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ACE AIR: JEN SHEAR








Program: Ace AIR
Location: Ace Hotel New York
Date of Stay: 09.03.17
Artist: Jen Shear

While traveling in Japan this summer, artist Jen Shear collected found images from Japanese fashion magazines as she had during her teenage years. She assembled these images into a pair of “diaristic” collages during her residency at Ace Hotel as “dedications to [her] sixteen year old self.” 

A third image serves as a “self-affirmation” with stencil-like lettering spelling out “THE POWER OF LOVE” around the perimeter of the page. “Love has so much strength,” offers Shears. “It’s important to love oneself and show love to the ones who keep us going in life.”

Jennifer Shear (b. 1987 Taiwan) lives and works in California. Her collages and self-published zines are an ongoing study of visual culture. She’s shown with Commune Press at Midori-So (Tokyo), Printed Room (NYC), Yale Union (Portland), and at various DIY spaces including Low Rence (San Francisco), VI Dancer (San Francisco), and Ladybug House (San Francisco). Shear was also recently asked to be an event coordinator for The Classroom at the LA Art Book Fair at the Geffen Contemporary at MOCA, Los Angeles.

This September, Ace AIR is curated by Printed Matter. Founded in 1976, Printed Matter is the world’s leading non-profit organization dedicated to the dissemination, understanding and appreciation of artists’ books. Located at 195 Tenth Avenue, Printed Matter maintains an expansive inventory of over 37,877 titles from more than 27,080 artists, and produces both the New York Art Book Fair and LA Art Book Fair.

anonymous asked:

All the hate in the Ereri and riren fandom is really getting me down :( Could u help remind me how awesome the ship is, because a lot of people think that riren makes the characters ooc. My whole life has been a lie... Not really lol, just need some reasurrence that riren can be shipped for good reason.

riren/ereri it doesn’t matter! Whenever people want to reduce a ship down to where the peen goes, I’m a little concerned because 1) there is more to sex than penetration and 2) there is more to a relationship than sex!

So whenever people fight over ririviviviivivireererereri nonsense, I make up my own positive headcanons:

  • Eren loves ice cream, but Levi is lactose intolerant so he gets sherbet.
  • Eren likes the ostrich on the carousel, Levi likes the tiger, but both are fond of the wonky eyed horse.
  • Levi doesn’t like it when Eren buys oversized sweaters because Levi likes to borrow Eren’s sweaters so that just means it’s three times too big for him. Ah, who are we kidding, he likes those too.
  • Levi is remarkably good at winning goldfish at the ring toss. Eren’s aquarium is overcrowded.
  • Both claim to like creepy horror flicks, but somehow have never made it an entire movie without turning it off. But only to makeout, not because they were scared or anything.
  • Eren is banned from most putt-putt golf courses, especially the one with the windmill. In protest, Levi stole three boxes of golf pencils.
  • At the beach, Levi sunburns easily. Eren writes, “I love you!” on his back in sunscreen.
  • Eren tells the waitress it is Levi’s birthday so they get free dessert. Levi hides in Eren’s armpit when they sing him happy birthday.
  • Levi is really good at “crack the whip” in roller and ice rinks. Eren crashes into the snowbank.
  • Levi’s Valentine’s Day cards to Eren have stenciled letters on the front. Eren’s explode in glitter. Eren spends Valentine’s Day cleaning up the glitter.
  • Because of his insomnia, Levi takes catnaps during the day. Eren rigs up a hammock in the backyard and often finds Levi there, the watering can on the ground and his large gardening hat still on.

Now which one of those mini headcanons is ereri and which one is riren? I can’t really tell.