too much time on something so ugly

So i saw an au somewhere wherein the names you get called are tattooed on your skin and i keep thinking abt it

TW: racial, homophobic and ableist slurs

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Names have power. You learn very quickly to use them to your advantage. Repurpose words for your own use. Give them new meanings, don’t let the ugly words take up too much space. Especially when you’re a Loser.

Richie’s words are all over Eddie’s skin. He hates it, hates that anyone has the power to blemish him, and that Richie thoroughly abuses that power.

The first time Richie starts calling him something new, he always flips his shit.

Eds has a special place in his heart though, and on his body. It’s right under his ribcage, the left side of course.

‘So now I’m going to have Ederick tattooed on my skin forever,’ Eddie grumbles to Stan one day. They are both lying back on Stan’s bed, having originally planned to finish off each other’s homework (they had a nice little system; Eddie sucks at algebra, but is a rockstar at biology. Stan’s a math whiz, but finds bio mind-numbingly boring. Trade offs in a few subjects is perfectly logical) but had eventually abandoned that to talk.

'You know he just does it to cover up the nastier stuff you get called, right?’ Stan points out. 'He does the same to me, and the rest of the losers.’ Eddie thinks about that, and he realises that it’s true. Bill has big bill and billiam covering more obscene things like retard. Mike’s nigger on his wrist has faded into mom, (okay mom, Eddie hears Richie say in his head) and whenever it returns, Richie calls him something new and even more ridiculous every day until Mike stops worrying at the skin there. Eddie’s own faggot has been pushed aside for spaghetti head, which he finds he much prefers.

He feels a great surge of appreciation for his trash-talking friend. He’s the real mom, he thinks. A lot more things that Richie does that are seemingly designed solely to annoy them are starting to reveal themselves as acts of kindness. Eddie realises that sometimes people show love in different ways, and Richie’s is just a lot more subtle.

Stan sits up suddenly, and Eddie follows him when he sees him tug down the collar of his shirt to show Eddie filthy jew scratched into his collarbone. Right above it, written in delicate cursive, superman. Eddie grins, his eyes a little watery.

'This,’ he taps the slur, 'gets a little easier to handle when I have this,’ he brushes superman delicately, 'sitting above it, reminding me that people love me, care about me for who I am, not what I seem.’ He pulls his shorts up, exposing another word on his thigh. freak. And then he pulls them back further, and Eddie reads stan the man. Stan touches the latter fondly.

'That’s been there ever since freak showed up,’ Stan sniffs, still smiling.

'Oh Stan,’ Eddie breathes, and hugs him. He’s crying a little bit too, he realises, giggling sheepishly as he feels his wet cheeks.

'Thank you,’ he tells him after he pulls away. Stan looks confused.

'What are you thanking me for? Richie’s the one who started it,’

'For being so observant. Richie deserves friends who recognise the things he does for them,’ He explains, feeling a little ashamed. He should have realised. He should have had a little more faith in his friends.

Stan shakes his head.

'You do more for him than you will ever know. He has trouble…’ Stan sighs frustratedly, 'expressing it, but he loves you. More importantly, he appreciates you. He wont tell you, but he does,’

Eddie clutches at the blanket under him. He remembers a phrase spoken to him when he was a kid, and at the time he hadn’t really thought about it, but now he realises the extent of it.

'Sometimes actions speak louder than words,’ he tells Stan. 'For all Richie talks, he doesn’t really say a whole lotta meaningful shit,’

'He’s not exactly Charles Bukowski,’ Stan says in his flat voice, like Eddie is supposed to know who that is.

'You’re weird. But I love you,’ he tells Stan seriously. Stan laughs.

'I like poetry,’ he says by way of explanation.

'That makes sense. You’re an obscure nerd,’

Stan twists around, reaching for the bottom of his shirt at his back. He lifts it up and they both collapse into laughter as obscure nerd grafts itself onto his skin, letter by letter.

Sometimes the words are a curse. But they’ve brought Eddie closer to his friends today, and he’s grateful for that. He makes a promise to himself to always look for the good.

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I think the other thing that kind of works good for Monster Factory is that we try to really embrace whatever character we make. So we try to, like, if we pick a character and we’re investing ourselves in them, no matter how sort of initially weird they may be, by the time we’ve lived with them a while, we can’t imagine them looking like a different way. And I think that that’s–this is reading too much into it, obviously, but there’s something that resonates in that with people, like, there’s this sense that Monster Factory is broadly about–there’s a lot of it that’s about acceptance, I think … We build this character and we live with it, but we let it evolve naturally and let it become whatever it’s going to become and we love whatever the character is. And that’s so much more interesting than trying to poke fun at ugly characters. And the thing about that that’s so fun is you find that when you love, like, really ugly characters, they become beautiful for some people. Probably our best example of this is The Final Pam … The weird thing is that we just tried to make the most uncomfortable looking person we could in Fallout 4, but because we made these choices that she’s indestructible and unkillable and a force of nature basically, that weird visage became the least interesting thing about her. And that was the jumping off point, but by the end of it it 100% did not define her. And there’s morals and lessons there, I think, if you want to think too much about it.
—  Justin McElroy (Just Talking Podcast, #372)
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  • “I like your work. It’s awesome. Keep it up!”
  • “I didn’t just do that! Tell me I didn’t just do that!”
  • “Now that’s a tragedy.”
  • “Cats are nothing but trouble.”
  • “Nice ride, but if I were you, I would have at least made it a convertible.”
  • “_______, you’re good at annoying people; do your thing!”
  • “There better be some explosive boots in there or something.”
  • “I’m the lamest of friends. Lamer than lame!”
  • “You don’t know me, but FYI, this is like the biggest moment of my life.”
  • “I know! I know what the bad guys want!”
  • “But then, he might think we’re following him! Like stalkers! What, me, a stalker? Ha! Although, I would follow him. You know, of course I wouldn’t really stalk him! Oh…who am I kidding?”
  • “Breaking and entering are grounds for a serious time-out.”
  • “Would you mind savoring it a little faster?”
  • “What rock have you been living under?”
  • “Ooh, swinky…”
  • “I’m guessing you’re talking about yourself.”
  • “You should get going. Our identities must remain secret.”
  • “I will have absolute power!”
  • “Happy birthday–I mean, have a nice day!”
  • “You think he’d remember what it was like to be young and wanna party a little.”
  • “And it better be amazing, and it better not be late!”
  • “Who just hijacked my mix?!”
  • “Yeah, if by emergency you mean jealousy.”
  • “Your…plumbing skill is gonna help us out?”
  • “You can’t run forever, and when I catch you, I will crush you!”
  • “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”
  • “Why did I agree to do this again?”
  • “I…uhhh…dahee…wha…ahh…”
  • “They took everything away from me!”
  • “Then? I’ll invite him out for a fruit smoothie at the end of the photo shoot! Then, we’ll get married! Live happily ever after in a beautiful house and have two kids? No, three. And a dog!”
  • “And now, you have to eat the spaghetti off the floor!”
  • “Why don’t you pick on someone your own temperature?”
  • “You just won yourself a cat fight!”
  • “But I look so good in a swimsuit.”
  • “Come on, where’s the good stuff?”
  • “A girl doesn’t need to wear a costume to be amazing, you know.”
  • “We’ve become very close friends because we have something very special in common.”
  • “Between you and me, ____ doesn’t even make the top ten.”
  • “I could have easily stopped that meteorite myself.”
  • “Forget it, you were right. We’ll never be friends!”
  • “Because only love can conquer hate.”
  • “Have you seen some of the ugly sweaters they are forced to wear? It’s appalling.”
  • “I wonder who you are beneath that strong disguise.”
  • “Uh, she’s not crying enough.”
  • “I sound like a total dorkasaurus!”
  • “So she’s got eyes, arms, legs, big deal!”
  • “She’s too self-absorbed to think of anyone but herself, much less save the world!”
  • “Time flies fast when you’re saving the world.”
  • “He who enters uninvited burglarizes my inner being and steals my life force!”
  • “So you were biased? Unfair? Totally unjust?!”
  • “Good luck with your cat popsicle!”
  • “Hey! I happen to think that _____ is pretty slick.”
  • “Hey hot stuff, this is ______. I’d ask you on a date to a movie, but I’ve got such a crazy crush on you that the only way I can talk to you without foaming at the mouth is over this stupid phone.”
  • “I’m sure if she took a little time to get to know me, she would see how much we have in common.”
  • “You don’t even take love seriously.”
  • “_____ may annoy me to pieces, but he’s never lied to me.”
  • “Thanks, Super Dad!”
  • “You were totally going ballistic. It was so cool!”
  • “I’m no good with words anyway.”
  • “Now do you see what I mean about respect?”
  • “Have I ever told you you turn my world upside down?”
  • “Nice try, but we know who the bad guy is.”
  • “Forget it, I’m a disaster zone.”
  • “You’re a born champion.”
  • “Pigeons will reign supreme! Power to the pigeons!”
  • “I can’t wait, my dear pigeon.”
  • “It’s scandalous, how could you do that?”
  • “A friend of ____? Ah, you must be kidding!”
  • “Fancy meeting you here, what a stroke of luck!”
  • “I was allowed to have one because I won a zoo tap-dancing contest in the Kingdom of _____.”
  • “Not so fast, my royal pain in the neck!”
  • “Cooking needs no words.”
  • “Huh, silly me, you don’t have any taste! I mean, look at that you’re wearing.”
  • “Haha! Like it spicy?”
  • “You think you can beat me with a piece of paper?”
  • “I can’t wait to get home and write a song about soup!”
  • “Are you tired of having your creative spirit crushed?’”
  • “I hate dealing with it!”
  • “That’s not equal at all! Is that how you two work?”
  • “I got wind that you were being blown away by a hairy situation.”
  • “Fewer puns, more action!”
  • “No. Everyone adores me.”
  • “You’re beautiful and sweet and…you’re perfect and I could never hurt you!”
  • “I simply cannot bear violence.”
  • “See what I did? I made a cat joke! Ah! I can be funny.”
  • “Come on! Seriously? Why is everyone comparing me to ____ tonight?”
  • “It would have been too…dramatic!”
  • “Well, it’s only a birthday.”
  • “You’re no match for me. My neck is bigger than your thigh.”
  • “Do I see double vision in my future? Or should I say double villain?”
  • “Responsibility isn’t something to be taken lightly. I should know.”
  • “You can’t be serious! Over a missing bracelet?”
  • “If by big you are referring to my rock-hard abs? Well, thanks for noticing!”
  • “Do I sense a plan?”
  • “Fabulous…so wickedly fabulous!”
  • “Isn’t it killer?”
  • “_____, superhero of _____, defender of the innocent, fighter of all the rights, can’t deal with the pressure?”
  • “Why, you little perfume ad!”
  • “Rockin’ riff, baby!”
  • “Your heart’s gonna roar.”
  • “Oh no, dude. You’re coming with me. You can’t leave me alone by myself. Uh-uh.”
  • “Oh, where are you, love of my life?”
  • “I’m obviously the better looking one.”
  • “And then there was one.”
  • “Thanks. I’ve always wanted to smell like…ocean summer breeze?”
  • “It’s some invisible mystical being. Like a leprechaun.”
  • “As far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t even exist!”
  • “How handy.”
  • “We’re an unstoppable team.”
  • “Weirdly enough, I think the feeling is mutual.”
  • “My only loss is my appetite.”
  • “You know that’s considered stealing.”
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There was no such thing as Muke on stage and, honestly, if there wasn’t supposed to be a concert an hour after he had caught them together, y/n thought Luke would have probably killed Michael then and there, or at least injured him enough to show that he was pissed. His eyes were clouded over in a dark, brooding way as he played his guitar with no emotion, forcing the energy he had on stage when most of it was rage. There was one, tiny, simple little rule Luke had placed when y/n joined for the tour for the North American leg, and that was for everyone to keep it in their pants. That’s it. It wasn’t that they couldn’t kiss her, knowing their versions of drunk truth or dare often consisted of someone lip locking, or that they couldn’t cuddle with her…all they had to do, was keep it in their pants and not in his sister…and of course, Michael just had to go and fuck it up.

“Lu, come on, can we talk about this?” y/n asked as her brother walked by her off the stage after they finished the encore, Ashton and Calum following behind the blonde confused as to why their hype man hadn’t been hype all night. “Luke Robert Hemmings, don’t ignore me.”

“I really don’t want to talk to you right now, y/n,” he muttered turning towards her with a frown on his face.

“Well we kind of need to, Luke, because your performance was shit tonight and that’s my fault. So, come on,” y/n said trying to grab for her brother’s arm, only to have him step away.

“There’s nothing to talk about right now! I asked for one thing while you were here, just one and that was for everyone to keep it in their pants and Michael just couldn’t comprehend that!” Ashton and Calum both looked towards Michael wide-eyed while Michael just looked towards his feet, hands in pockets. “I’m looking out for your best interest.”

“Well, Luke, you’re missing my best interest which would be to let me do what I want with my boyfriend considering we’ve been together for almost a year now!”

“Jesus Christ, what did we miss?” Calum whispered to Ash who just shrugged his shoulders in response as they watched Luke’s facial expressions go from pissed, to shocked, to a kitten that accidentally fell in the bath tub.

“I’m sorry…boyfriend? What the actual fuck? Why would you think that’s a good idea? Seriously?”

“And this is the exact reason I didn’t want to tell you. But Mom, Dad, and Mikey have all been mentioning it but this-,”

“Mom knows too? And she just let it happen?” Y/n rolled her eyes at her brother before crossing her arms looking up at his 6’4 frame that contrasted her 5’8 one. Aside from the height, they looked similar, both with piercing blue eyes and crazy blonde hair that y/n had pulled up into a ponytail.

“He even came to dinner and formally introduced himself as my boyfriend when you, jack, and Ben all went to laser tag one night. And before you even ask, no. Jack and Ben don’t know either, for this exact reason.” It was silent once again as the two siblings just stared at each other now gaining an audience of all the crew members and management staff as they watched the showdown.

“I’m so mad right now it’s not even funny,” Luke muttered under his breath.

“If anyone has a reason to be mad right now, Luke, it’s y/n,” they heard from beside them causing them to turn and make eye contact with their mum. “You are being absolutely ridiculous. I don’t know what caused this, but this is your sister we’re talking about!”

“I walked in on them shagging after Mikey blatantly lied to my face!” Luke yelled back pointing towards the other guitarist.

“I’d lie to your face too if I knew you’d react this way! Your sister is happy…the happiest she has been in a long time and you’re being completely rude and inconsiderate to her feelings. She’s nineteen years old and only ten months apart from you, yet you’re acting as if she’s twelve.” Y/n watched as her mum and Luke argued back and forth about the situation noting it wasn’t going too far.

“I don’t want her to make mistakes, not with him! The last thing that needs to happen is for her to end up pregnant or something and him just dipping out or something!”

“Nice to know you think that lowly of me,” Michael muttered back as Luke’s head turned towards him forgetting he was in the room. Y/b frowned towards her brother before walking towards her boyfriend gripping his hand and pulling him along out of the venue to catch a cab back to the hotel. The ride was quiet and a bit uncomfortable, michael’s hand draped over y/n’s shoulder holding her close, but still seeming distant.

“Mikey, baby.”

“Yes, kitten?” He responded not looking towards her, keeping his eyes straight ahead watching the road as if he was driving.

“You know Luke doesn’t always mean what he says when he’s mad, right?” She asked turning his head to face her. He nodded his head in confirmation kissing her lightly as the cab pulled up to the hotel, paparazzi already packed by the front causing both to sigh intently, but at this point, both were too tired to care. Let the world find out about them because, at this point, nothing could be worse than what Luke had said only moments before.

“Michael! Michael, is that y/n Hemmings with you?”

“Are you two an item?”

“How does Luke feel about this?”

They ignored the questions heading inside to the elevator bringing them up to Michael’s shared room with Ashton. The door shut behind them almost immediately when Michael took off his SnapBack chucking it across the room violently. “Mikey, calm down.”

“Do you think that low of me? Like do you really think i’ll leave you if you get pregnant?” He asked turning to face her clearly upset with tears in his eyes.

“No, of course not! How could you think that?”

“Well, considering my best friend thinks that, I just…you’re too good for me y/n,” he muttered back sitting on his bed. “You know…I totally fell for you when you walked into school that first day of year nine…eleven for me. All I could think was ‘there’s no way she’s dorky Hemmo’s younger sister.’ And me being the awkward monkey I am spilled pudding all over myself trying to talk to you.”

“I remember that day,” y/n giggled walking over to her boyfriend straddling his thighs sitting on him as his hands rested on her hips. “I thought you were the most awkward person ever…now look at us.” She ran a hand through his hair smiling at him slightly. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere. I love you too much to do that, whether or not you think I’m too good for you.”

“You love me?” He asked with a shocked expression on his face. It had been the first time either of them had said it, not wanting to get too ahead of themselves and jump right into something that could end so quickly and ugly, but y/n felt this was the perfect time. “Fuck, kitten, I love you too.”

“You better,” she giggled again leaning in to kiss him pressing a few quick pecks to his lips that was soon interrupted by a knock on the hotel door. She rolled off him letting him get up to open the door, only to see Luke standing there, hands in his pockets looking at the ground.

“I, uhh,” Michael started shocked Luke was even standing there.

“Can I come in?” Luke asked refusing to look up for another moment before making eye contact with his green eyed friend who just stepped aside letting the stick walk in. “Listen, I just wanted to apologize about earlier, but I need you both to understand where I’m coming from. Y/n, you’re always going to be my baby sister even if you are only ten months younger than me…okay? And, no offense Mikey, but it’s just that no one’s ever going to be good enough for my princess even if you are my best friend.” Luke started, looking back and forth between the two of them. “With that being said, mum’s right…this is the happiest she’s been in a long time and even though I still really want to cut your dick off, I’m happy that she’s happy. I just really don’t want her to get hurt and it’s hard knowing my best friend could do that at any point in time. I just don’t think you really understand because you’re an only child.”

“But I do understand, Luke. The last thing I want is for her to get hurt by anyone, including me. If I could I’d protect her from everything, I would, but we both know it’s not realistic. I love y/n and you’re just going to have to trust me.” Luke raised his eyebrows looking between them both again noting the smile that grew on her face as he said the word love while she watched Michael.

“Alright…don’t make me regret this Clifford,” Luke said before walking out of the room leaving y/n and Michael alone once again.

“So, now that he’s gone and that we have his blessing…can you come fuck me?”

“I’m not going to fuck you, kitten. I’m just going to make love to you all night.”

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sheslike-omg  asked:

Hello! I've been drawing my whole life, but I've never done digital art, I know nothing of it and feel like, one step behind bc of it. What would you recommend for a beginner? Thanks!

@sheslike-omg

Originally posted by tinaillustration

Hi!! I’m really sorry this took me such a while to answer, but I really had to think the question through since I, myself, have been drawing since I was a little kid. But, on that note, I know several ones that consider themselves beginners and they, too, felt at loss.

Honestly, things aren’t as complicated as people might think. The first thing I suggest you to do is to save a collection of art that you find inspiring, perhaps even styles that you admire and want to be something like. Don’t immediately think you will draw like this though — even if you’re a natural and draw things perfectly, you, yourself as an artist, will probably not feel completely comfortable with it. Understand and accept that an artist always strives to be better, and yes, that includes those talented artists that you admire! I assure you that they too sit there and groan at least every now and then because their art isn’t going the way they want to. It’s part of being an artist, and all you need to do is to feel comfy  in that and see it as a challenge of sorts. So, as soon as you have accepted this, you’ll be ready to take action!

The first step I’d say is to study the art (or photos) that you collected. What is it that you like about them? What is a method the artist seems to be using? What makes it unique? How would you translate all this into your own style, using it as inspiration and not as outright copy? Think of it as ‘I really like this thing about this artist, but if I did it, it’d probably be this way instead.’ Remember, though, that the first years (and it will be many years, but they’re fun and educational, so don’t worry!) will all be a tryout for you. It’s all experimental, so don’t limit yourself too much. Think of how you’d like to try out things, and as you go, realize what you find fun to draw. It doesn’t really matter if you’ve been doing it since you’ve been little, it’s all about your mentality and when you’re ready to develop as you grow up. No one is a master at painting at the age of 5 (okay let’s admit it, all kids are little art geniuses, but you know what I mean).

Second is tracing. Before everyone gasp and say how horrible it is, I’ll tell you that it’s highly educational and it doesn’t mean that you’re some thieving copycat. You’re just trying out the ways of other artist and kind of getting a grasp of how they do things, it lets you become comfortable with your own brushstrokes as you follow theirs. Never post traced art without permission (unless it’s public, non-licenced art, such as classical illustrations, etc) and never trace with the goal to copy them. Think of tracing as a method of getting used to art and understanding drawing. Do this during the first period of your learning state, but you must learn to not keep doing it, and eventually I suggest you stop altogether (unless you’re really in a rut). One tip is to alter the traced pics to your liking, to add your own style and touch to it! Be experimental.

Third step is drawing by reference. You might be wondering, after tracing, how does one just stop? You use can still use said pictures as a guidance, but instead of tracing them, use them as a reference, meaning you simply look at them while you draw on your own. Remember that it’s okay to not have it look exactly like how it originally looks! Remember that it’s your art and it’s all about your path, in the end. Reference is something you never have to quit using, in fact, I highly recommend you use them, but use them with care. Simply learn the difference between copying and using inspiration.

This is a useful little guide on both tracing and using reference.

Fourth step is to study and learn tutorials and how to draw books. I’ve already made a list of useful anatomy books here (I highly recommend checking that out!) and my own tutorials can be found here

A few years ago, I wrote some tips for one person who asked for them, and I’ll quote:

  • Make a list of things you like; things that interest you, things you’re passionate about, things you like to draw. It could be anything, like “Silver, Mythology, Coffee” etc. Then, go on a follow spree. Search for these things and follow the blogs you find interesting. Then, make an inspiration blog; like I have my blog hoursleep that’s there only there for the purpose of inspiration.
  • Then, follow art blogs! How-to-draw blogs, art inspiration and whatnot. This is really nice since it helps you refreshen your artsy parts of your brain every now and then.
  • When you are bored, make sure to have a paper and pen with you; preferring in a small, travel-size. Doodle whatever - and if possible, draw the things or people around you, even if it’s all messy. You won’t regret doing these doodles. They’re good for you.
  • My final tip is NEVER THROW ANY DRAWINGS AWAY, NO MATTER HOW “UGLY”. Save every drawing you do!! Why? One day you’ll need to look back and see your improvement - or perhaps things you even liked about it! I like to look at my bad, ugly art and redraw them to something better. This is a great way to practice your skills, and nothing boosts your self-esteem more than seeing how you’ve become better with time. ♥

And that’s about it, honestly. Many feel too intimidated to be starting out with art, especially in later age, so all you need to do is to sit down and feel comfortable by letting other things teach you first. Starting out drawing without any clue how to start is much like trying to learn advanced maths without knowing the basics first. It’s okay to to depend on other sources first, it’s okay to feel frustrated over your art, it’s all okay, because you do have room to grow, always. Never feel like your lack of experience means that you have no hope. You always have, you just need to be determined!

Oh, and I realize now that these weren’t specific for digital art. So have some extras that are more specific for that subject!

I highly recommend getting a tablet. I know that not everyone can afford a Cintiq, but if you can, don’t hesitate to get one! (I really recommend getting Cintiq 13hd for first time users, such as myself). However, getting a normal tablet is perfectly fine as well. Wacom Bamboo is my absolute favorite, and do not buy from Trust. Once you get your tablet, don’t feel frustrated because it doesn’t look perfect, or even good. It’s completely normal, and you’ll need a few weeks at least to adjust. I remember getting my Cintiq and I worried that I had spent so much money on a thing that I couldn’t even draw on, but given time I grew used to it, and now I draw on it just fine, and I have no regrets. In fact, I’m so happy I got it, I truly am!

If you want a free program, I suggest getting GIMP. It got a lot of tools and yet isn’t too advanced for those just starting out. However, what I truly recommend is SAI for beginners. Sai is very simple but it has just about everything you need, and I myself used that for years, and I still do when I sketch sometimes. When you feel ready to advance, I fully recommend Manga Studio 5. It’s my favorite program for painting and it got amazing preset brushes that are simply perfect, in my opinion. Photoshop CS5 and higher is extremely good too, but while I don’t think it’s that good for painting (many may disagree, since I’ve seen many artist paint in this program), it’s completely wonderful for  touch-ups, effects, and filters. Keep in mind that Photoshop is a rather advanced tool, especially if you’re used to SAI. Going over to Manga Studio 5 is easier because it is like a mix between SAI and Photoshop.

Keep in mind that there are many digital art tutorials out there that tell you how you “must” draw/colour. However, drawing digitally is like art in real-life too, it’s all about your own taste and what tools and methods you like to use. Use tutorials as a guide, not a rulebook. No, not even mine. For example, tutorials might teach you how to lineart and cellshade, but you might prefer lineless, smooth works over that style, and that’s fine! Or you want to mix the two! Or maybe, you want to do lineart but you want to colour outside the lines. be experimental, try out things you haven’t tried before. Try odd brushes, try colours you find fascinating, try messing with layers, just mess things up. If you’re afraid to mess things up, you can save your document before doing anything extreme, just so you can feel safe going outside your comfort zone. You learn a lot by daring!

I hope that was of any help! Let me know if you have more questions.

Thank you so much you both! <3 But I suck so bad at drawing tutorials as I don’t even know how to make one. Believe me, I tried. I just tell someone you just open a blank canvas on photoshop and draw something you love. Which, I know, isn’t very helpful. But that’s how it’s always been for me. For more blabbering about art stuff, do continue. If not, just ignore. :D

WOW I MADE A TUTORIAL WITH A PRETTY LONG INTRO. :|

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Women need women.

This piece I dedicate to my mother, my sisters, myself, and my shame.
My shame in being a feeling being.
A human creature,
And a woman creature as well.

Women need one another.
Soft hands to lead you through your minefield of a mind at times.

Women need women to come home to.
After a long day in the world,
Wandering the line between-

“Am I man enough to belong here?”

“Am I beautiful enough to be deemed woman enough?”

Women need women to walk them back to the sanctuary of themselves.

I, myself, am woman with kaleidoscope mind.
The churning and churning of colors elaborate and conjoined.

Every place I go,
I am everywhere I have ever been all at once.
Speed of light and sound-
I feel the curve of the earth in my chest like a sandstorm.
A billowing sheet above a colorful array of earrings and beaded pieces.

At times, I feel my feelings like a boisterous display.
Loud, and ugly, and unwanted.

I wish I could not feel like this.
I wish I could not show so much.

I long for a calm sea in the center of my chest.
Easy to swim across.
Simple to see to the other side.

I long too often to be simple.
To be something I am simply not.

At times, most times,
I need woman to lead me through my minefield of a mind.
Woman to hold me still while I watch the world spin me sideways and say,

No man has ever known,
No man will ever know,
The divine infrastructure of your kaleidoscope mind.
The sandstorm heart,
The blood pulse to the beat of life itself, and a life inside.

But he will peer,
Like a child,
Into the kaleidoscope if you will let him.
And he may not always like what he sees,
The juxtaposition of your indigo, and your deep emerald green.

But woman your woman is enough.
Intricate and prefect in its geometric shapes, and placements.

And sometimes in my dark apartment,
I envy the boys in my life.
I wish I could zip up in a sweatshirt and be like them.
Cover my hair and my body and the fears and the desires and the questions I live that they will never understand.

But I am woman,
And I need woman to remind me,
I am divine.

You are divine.

Share this if you have women in your life that need to hear this.

Namjoon Appreciation

Once again happy Namjoon day!!! This post is gonna be all about our amazing leader, Kim Namjoon, they definitely aren’t all of the reasons he’s amazing but they are some, I’m gonna stick to ten reasons for now

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dunckelheyt  asked:

When I first got into Lolita, each and everyone told me "Combat boots don't go with Lolita. Too chunky. Too ugly. Too whatever". Then I saw your recent post where you wear Dr. Martens boots. They suit perfectly. Also, thank you for all that old school inspiration!

Yeah, I think really it’s just getting the right balance and not shoehorning something in (get it? shoe horn? ahahah), most of the time when something “can’t” be worn with lolita, people usually mean “it’s pretty hard to do well”. Thank you so much btw!! <3 <3

anonymous asked:

But why would you like ginger nazi

I wasn’t really thinking about it in the way i was intended to. I like villains, i specially like star wars villains, to me it was natural that i should like kylo ren, i happened to like hux’s actor, so throw him in there too. Then i realized (through the help of people who had a much more Eyes Wide Open perspective than me) that the TFA villains are written with a very specific and very stomach churning point in mind. you can only have those glaring nazi symbols pointed out for you so many times until you no longer see something in the same light.
fast forward to more recently when adam driver showed his ugly racist forehead in interviews and any lingering fondness i might still have for him disappeared.
that reminds me, have i talked about how conflicted i am that hux got watered down to a joke in TLJ? on the one hand: always laugh at space nazis. on the other: why do i feel like rian johnson wanted you to forget the fact they are space nazis…

Now that it’s canon that Homeworld has a very strict class system on par with Transformer IDW’s functionism - can we please discuss how painful Rose and Pearl’s relationship must have been?

Pearls as ornamental pets. Pearls as less than labor, less than personal assistants - Pearls literally objectified. The Pearl we know, as Rose’s own ornamental Gem. A being created as a vanity object, whose sole function (according to Peridot and presumably the rest of Homeworld) is to look pretty and obey their owner’s orders.

Originally posted by vahnitr

Rose eventually realizing that this power imbalance is wrong - but also realizing that this is the only way of living that Pearl knows.

Rose tries to tell Pearl to make her own decisions. Rose is, after all, rebelling against Homeworld, presumably for freedom and choice and all that good stuff. She knows that Pearl will follow her because Rose owns her - not just because Pearl loves her. If Rose even recognizes that as love. From Rose’s position, this Gem she has owned for who knows how long (thousands of years probably, if Pearl has traveled through space with her) is devoted to her… but then, aren’t all Pearls devoted to their owners?

Originally posted by oathkeeper-of-tarth

Pearl imagining the life they’ll have together after the war, when castes don’t matter any more, when Homeworld laws don’t tell them what is and isn’t proper. Pearl not daring to voice the hope that Rose will be able to love her like she loves Rose - all while knowing that they can never be equals, because how could they be? Pearl’s own conditioning working against her, dragging her self-worth back down to its “proper place” even after the war is over, even when Rose is no longer a Diamond but just a simple Quartz, please. Pearl has spent so long serving, worshipping, accenting - she doesn’t know how else to be.

Originally posted by themysteryoftheunknownuniverse

Pearl slowly, slowly realizing that the life she imagined will never come to be. The harder she tries to be pleasing, the more Rose pushes her away. Pearl not understanding why Rose looks so sad when she smiles at her Pearl.

Originally posted by rozequart

Because Pearl is still Rose’s Pearl. Rose only tried to tell her she was free, that Rose did not own her, once - and couldn’t bear to see the pain written so plainly on Pearl’s face, not so soon after the pain and loss of the war with Homeworld. Rose knowing that, to Pearl, ownership is her only valid connection to Rose. Rose knowing that severing that tie, as terrible as it is, will only ever cause Pearl pain. Rose can’t bear it.

Every “my Pearl” makes Pearl shiver in pleasure. It’s a reaffirmation of belonging. Every order followed unquestioningly makes Pearl more confident and happy, even as it makes Rose sick to her stomach.

Rose loves Earth. Rose loves humans. And that’s ok, Pearl reasons every time she wants Rose to look at her with a burning need that feels so ugly that Pearl has to meditate to calm herself into serenity again. That’s ok, Pearl repeats as a mantra for 50 years or so, because after 50 years or so the human is dead and rotting - and Pearl would never leave Rose like that. It hurts Rose so much every time. Pearl would never abandon her like that. Pearl is too faithful to die.

Originally posted by queeradorability

Pearl, the lowest of the Gems, looking at humans and feeling good about herself for the first time in her life. Here is something lower than her. She may be just a Pearl, she may be nothing to the Gems or to Homeworld, but at least she’s better than these.

Somewhere, Pearl picks up the idea of knighthood. During the war she flourished under Rose’s careful manipulation, turned into almost her own Gem when she decided that she wanted to be useful and not just pretty.

But she is still Rose’s Pearl. Just… a better one.

Originally posted by misterakio

And Rose can’t bear to be the person she was before, no matter how much Pearl expects it or craves it. She wishes Pearl would defy her, would decide on her own. But Pearl only looks to her for guidance, for orders, for everything, and Rose loves to nurture but she cannot separate Pearl’s desires from Homeworld’s social conditioning. It’s wrong, she thinks, to take advantage of her Pearl’s infatuation.

Because it’s clear to everyone that even if Rose is willing to cast aside ranks and all be equals, Pearl is not. And she might not ever be.

So all Rose can do is smile sadly and nudge Pearl in the right direction, encourage any independence she can. And all Pearl can do is try to please Rose.

But in the end, Rose is gone… and Steven is all Pearl has left.

Originally posted by sardonyxs

I got tagged by @ask-college-yoongi. Thank you! 

Rules: Tag 9 people you’d like to get to know.

  • Age: 22
  • Relationship status: Single
  • Favorite color(s): pink!
  • Pets: I…I don’t have any :’D
  • Lipstick or Chapstick: none, tbh
  • Last song you listened to: Jay Park - LIFE (ft. Paloalto, Gaeko & DJ Wegun)
  • Favorite TV show: Don’t have one
  • Hobbies: Drawing, writing, model-making, stamp-making, baking, photography
  • Fun Fact: I can’t like my voice so whenever someone says something nice about it I just don’t believe them. Like, at all.

And just because I can; let’s make Joonie answer these too!

  • Age: 22
  • Relationship status: Taken <3
  • Favorite color(s): Black, white *cough* pink
  • Pets: I have a dog back home.
  • Lipstick or Chapstick: none
  • Last song you listened to: Jay Park - Don’t try me (ft. Ugly Duck & GRAY)
  • Favorite TV show: I don’t…watch TV that much…
  • Hobbies: Drawing, writing, reading, producing, music in general 
  • Fun Fact: This one time I came home and the second I closed the door behind me, the electricity on the entire street got cut off. BUT I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!!!
Sehun Scenario (Fluff Oneshot)

mymisstina said:Can you write a scenario where your friends set you on a date with Sehun which ends up very bad? Then you have a meeting where your parents introduce you the Oh family expecially Oh Sehun?You have to hang out and know each other better? 

I loved this idea and thank you so much for requesting my first scenario, I was happy to write about Sehun also, I generally get good ideas when I write about him so here it is, I really hope you like it and request more :) PS: Sorry for the long wait <3

“ah! You look great (Y/N)!, I’m so glad you took my offer” Your friend said as you looked yourself in the mirror. “You mean you’re glad that you forced me into it ,right?” You answered. ”Nah, don’t be silly” You raised your eyebrows at her. You couldn’t believe you were doing this, getting set up on a date with a guy you’ve never seen because apparently your friend thinks you’re too lonely and he’s a great guy or something like that. You tried everything you could to get out of this but your friend was determined so…it was happening.  

“Okay, I gotta go now if you want me to get on time for the stupid date” You said to her. She replied “Don’t be like that, you’re gonna have so much fun,I can sense it!” “Uhum, sure” You made your way towards the door. “By the way if he’s ugly, I’m murdering you” She laughed “Well,if you think he’s ugly I’ll be sending you to the doctor immediately” “Fine” “Goodbye” You said as you start the car engine. “Have fun!” She said excitedly while waving at you. You smiled at her stupid reaction and drove to the restaurant, apparently he couldn’t pick you up so you set to meet each other at the restaurant.

As you got there you got a table, you were 10 minutes ahead anyways so it was fine that he was not there yet. You reminded yourself that your friends showed him a picture of you,so he’ll know how you look like.

40 minutes have passed….FREAKING 40 MINUTES and he wasn’t there,you were about to go away, anger filling you when you see a guy coming in your direction. Okay,he was handsome, really handsome, he looked at you and said “hey”, he sat down and you said “Sehun?” , since he didn’t said his name or apologized. “Yea,of course” He said as if it was obvious. Apparently he was as excited as you for this “date”. He then asked “Have you ordered something?” You pointed to your plate and snapped “of course, are you blind?” He looked up from the menu he was reading, leaned at the table a little and said, visually angry at your response “Fine”.You two stayed without saying anything to each other for a good 3 minutes when suddenly a guy came right behind Sehun “dude! What up?” The guy exclaimed and Sehun happily stood up to greet the guy.

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Bayonetta   {Sentence Starters} 

  • “Rise my child! Rise to realize your true potential!”
  • “You know, I still don’t get why the hell you drag me out here for these things.”
  • “Don’t worry about quality. I’ve got quantity!”
  • “Those assholes sure know how to get attention.”
  • “Let’s go! Just stay close to me!”
  • “What’s the matter sweetie? Afraid of something, are you?”
  • “As long as there’s music, I’ll keep on dancing.”
  • “I’ll always see to it no harm comes to you.”
  • “But you’ll have to forgive me, do we know each other?”
  • “Hey! I’m not dead yet!”
  • “You only run away so fast because you’ve got something to run from.”
  • “Out to find some answers about your past, are we?”
  • “You again? And here I thought I’d seen the last of you.”
  • “Just a child? What are you doing running around?”
  • “You’re much too ugly not to put out of your misery.”
  • “Damn it! Who did that!? I just bought the damn thing!”
  • “If you get in my way, I will, how do the Americans put it? Oh yes. Bust a cap in yo’ ass.”
  • “I’m sure you will be more than hospitable to me this time around.“
  • “We both know you came here for something.”
  • “You have any idea how much this is going to cost to fix!?”
  • “This is a waste of my time. You’re still not ready.“
  • “Yours is a face only a mother could love, and one I could never forget.”
  • “Whoa! Whoa! You’re getting the wrong idea.”
  • “You’ve been cheating on me, haven’t you? Someone else caught your eye?”
  • “Do I look like I have any interest in children?”
  • “I’ll hazard a guess this isn’t your home, so what on earth are you doing here?” 
  • “I told you there was nothing to worry about!”
  • “You’ve got to be a strong little one to survive in a place like this. “
  • “You’re really not going to like what comes next. I hope you know that.”
  • “Holy crap! For fuck’s sake, that’s overdoing it!”
  • “Monsters? I don’t think you know who the real monsters are.”
  • “ It’s a celebration, bitches.”
  • “You want to touch me?”
  • “ I should have been a pole dancer!”
  • “Right! Turn Right! Get off the road!”
  • “You think you’ve got me figured out, don’t you?”
  • “Do you have anything you really like? Something really important to you?”
  • “You here for business or pleasure? Either way, I’ll hook you up.”
Ugly Christmas Sweater

Title: Ugly Christmas Sweater

Author: jesuisaubergine

Length: ~5000 words

Pairing: Tendershipping

Description: Bakura is an undeniable grinch when it comes to the Christmas season. Ryou has an idea to cheer him up and get his boyfriend into the Christmas spirit through an unlikely gift.

This is my first time submitting something, so I hope you enjoy!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12771611/1/Ugly-Christmas-Sweater


I really liked this piece! It’s exactly what you want from a little Christmas ficlet - short, sweet, not too complicated. I thought it was hilarious how excited Bakura was to go to the party in the end XD I won’t say too much and spoil it for readers, but if you’re in the mood for some Bakura shenanigans def check this out

Madam Red’s State of Mind

One thing that always struck me unusual was Madam Red. She’s obviously an intelligent woman. She was able to become a doctor when this was a rather unusual profession for a woman

Yet, she clings to Vincent and thinks of herself in love with him after he only paid her a simple compliment.

She holds on to that love even after he’s married to her sister, has a son, and she has married another man. It was one thing for a 15 year old girl to have a crush, but this has continued up to the point where she’s an adult. This is rather unusual when you start deconstructing it. If there was some reason for her to hold on to Vincent, such as he had claimed to have any love for her, it would make more sense. Even by Madam Red’s own memories, however, it was only a single compliment.

Some of it might tie back into her red hair. There’s been a lot of prejudices against redheads, especially red haired women throughout history. In his 1885 book I Say No, Wilkie Collins wrote “The prejudice against habitual silence, among the lower order of the people, is almost as inveterate as the prejudice against red hair.” (link) Madam Red wouldn’t have been as effected because of her social class, but she still would have to face a certain amount of prejudice and had probably been taught to hate her hair color. This is one this one compliment from Vincent meant so much too her. She thinks her hair is so ugly, but there’s a prominent, handsome man telling her that it suits her and means this as a compliment. No wonder she held on to his words so dearly.

At the same time, it might be something more. There’s no question that Madam Red loved her sister dearly.

Yet, it’s possible that she might have resented her sister just a little. Rachel had always had fragile health. It’s shown that she can’t even play with Ciel and Elizabeth.

As a child, she was no doubt doted on. It’s possible that the healthier An was overlooked. Perhaps she didn’t want to cure Rachel’s asthma purely to help her sister but also because her sister’s weak health was one reason she had gotten so much attention.

Plus, Rachel was blonde. When Madam Red talks about her sister’s beauty, she doesn’t mention her blue eyes or graceful figure. She talks about her amber colored hair.

Rachel always had what Madam Red wanted. She was blonde and considered beautiful by society. She had gotten attention because of her fragile health. Then she ended up marrying a man that Madam Red felt she loved. This is one reason that Madam Red looks so strange when holding the newborn Ciel. In her mind, this should have been her son with Vincent.

When she married the Baron, she tried to find her own happiness, but then she lost him and her unborn child. This would make the fact her sister had both husband and a child all the more hurtful. Tragedy did strike again as Vincent and Rachel were killed and Ciel was missing. What’s so odd is that Madam Red even envied her sister in this since she was able to die with her husband. This is most likely because Rachel didn’t have to deal with loss.

When Ciel returns with Sebastian, Madam Red takes his face in her hands, thinking that he looks like her sister, but then an odd look comes across her face.

She quite literally saw her sister, and suddenly she starts thinking how Ciel had stolen Vincent. Of course he hadn’t. Technically neither did Rachel, but Madam Red had always thought that she had. It seems that she’s now taken her feelings towards sister and projected them to Ciel.

This continues up until she knows that Ciel has been tasked with stopping ‘Jack the Ripper.’ Now she’s literally asking her sister how much Rachel is going to steal from her when there is no Rachel. There is only Ciel.

It seems she did have resentment towards her sister, and she took some of that on Ciel. In fact, this could even explain why here line about, “This child is my…” is never finished. It wasn’t Grell’s chainsaw that stopped it. Madam Red didn’t know how to finish the statement. Technically, Ciel was her nephew. He was her sister reborn as well as the child she should have had.

Who’s to say that her projected her resentment towards her sister was limited to Ciel? The prostitutes she murdered also represented women who had what she couldn’t. The first one was even blonde like her sister. Maybe, each time Madam Red killed, she was killing her sister again and again.

It’s also interesting to add that Grell’s relationship with Madam Red has been described as sisterly.