what do you think about this way of coloring

“What do you think, I just  went  down to the local ghost Top Shop?”

as he that sleeps here swim, Where harry is a ghost and louis is drama director. this is interesting, sweet and bitter at the same time. I love it…i love how the story flow and how lonely i feel when i read about Harry. i’m still not into ziam - but fully enjoying how sweet louis is. .

okay, painting is more fun than i expected… gotta do some more :D

I don’t have a ton of time right now to talk about art advice but I thought I’d quickly drop something here for you to think about, because it’s my main focus when I see artists’ portfolios at conventions…

I generally see there being two types of artists: finishers and starters.  Figure out which you are.  

I’m a finisher…I feel way more comfortable and happy inking or coloring or just refining something, and I have TONS of patience.  You can see it in my art…everything I do feels very fleshed out and literal.

What I’m bad at is STARTING–coming up with thumbnails is torture for me.  I don’t sketch for fun or do a lot of designs…most of all the stuff I draw, you end up seeing it in print.

When you’re a finisher, nothing looks good to you until it’s done.
When you’re a starter, nothing looks good to you ONCE it’s done.

Starters are great idea people…they are open and constantly innovate because they thrive when they’re not thinking about a finished product.  Mistakes are happy ones and they incorporate what works into what they do in the future.

Whatever YOU are, you need to develop your other side.

If you are a starter and you don’t work on finishing, you run the chance of not having a style or set goals that you work toward, which is a BIG DEAL in comics because stories require that you know what you’re doing and actually achieve it.  You have more difficulty doing things intentionally.  And if you don’t practice inking over your pencil sketches, you don’t learn how to best capture the amazing life and frenetic excitement that makes you you. Your inks look worse than your sketches.

If you are a finisher like me, you will be constantly battling yourself to loosen up and zoom out to see the big picture.  If you don’t do this, your work will look stiff.  You’ll keep doing the same stuff over and over again.  You let people’s praise of your details keep you from actually learning the importance of having a good plan underneath it all…spending time noodling on things and rendering, using it as a crutch, hiding the fact that in truth–you don’t really know how to draw!

It’s all about balance.  And the less balanced you are, the less you can improve.

What kind of artist are you?

It was a very experimental time in pop music. People realized songs didn’t have to be this standard drums-guitar-bass-whatever. We can make a song with synths and a drum pad. We can do group vocals the entire song. We can do so many different things. And I think what you saw happening with music was also happening in our culture, where people were just wearing whatever crazy colors they wanted to, because why not? There just seemed to be this energy about endless opportunities, endless possibilities, endless ways you could live your life. And so with this record, I thought, ‘There are no rules to this. I don’t need to use the same musicians I’ve used, or the same band, or the same producers, or the same formula. I can make whatever record I want.’
—  Taylor Swift on 1989 (the year and album) (x)

I don’t wanna hear “what’s up” all the damn time. I’m serious. talk about what you wanna do with your life or your favorite childhood memory or your favorite color and why it’s your favorite color. what you wanna do when you grow up; even if it’s ridiculously unrealistic. what you think about when you look up into the sky at night and if you believe in aliens, ghost, vampires, or zombies. and it doesn’t matter if your opinion is different from mine because everybody’s mind works differently. nor will your opinion always be the same as mine, but it won’t matter because I will fall in love with the way your mind works and how you see everything in this world.
I just think it’s so cool when two people can have a conversation about the most unusual topics and feel completely comfortable with talking about it just because they want to know the way their minds work.

Rivers talked openly about sex and sexism when that was a particularly alienating thing to do. In the documentary, she remembers how Jack Lemmon walked out of her stand-up show because he was disgusted by a joke she told about women supposedly sleeping their way to the top. (That people remember Lemmon as a mensch and often think of Rivers as some kind of monster says a lot about gender in Hollywood.) She then relates an early exchange with her manager: “A woman shouldn’t talk about that,” he advises after Rivers makes an off-color abortion joke. Rivers replies, “You’re wrong. This is exactly what we should be talking about.” For her whole career, Rivers has been self-consciously pushing boundaries. In recent years she’s often spectacularly pushed the wrong ones, but we shouldn’t forget that, at one time, she was pushing the right ones—and doing it virtually alone.
And you ask me where I’ve been,
and the answer, of course,
is at the bottom of a ditch somewhere
with swollen eyes and thin lips and a bottle of
cheap whisky, and you’re singing with me, and I run my hands through
your hair, through the moonlight. I am fighting the desire
to start a fight. I turn off the car. I tell you goodnight.
And you ask me where I’m going
but the answer is nowhere. The answer is anywhere
you want me to. The answer is: what you’re doing
I will do too. And there are two love letters in my pocket.
And I am thinking that tonight
maybe you’ll change orbit. And there is a sadness
the color of sunshine on the back of my mind.
And I am trying to tell you that it wasn’t right
to leave me the way you did
but you say that love
is a trembling madness. There is no way to write about it.
And you are asking me if I have been okay lately
and the answer, of course,
is no – I have been missing you terribly.
But I tremble, I let it fall.
I will not be left waiting.
I turn on my car
and I’m drunk
and I face it.
—  “An Answer to the Question: Where Have You Been Lately?” - Hannah Beth Ragland 
I’ve never had anyone say point-blank to me: “You can do this because you’re a girl.” But, as I think anyone who has been through the experience of being different—whether it’s because of gender, race, sexual orientation or gender identification—knows, you always feel it. Being treated differently because you’re different is not something with strict boundary lines—it’s like colored dye dropped into water. It permeates everything until all you can see is the dye, and then how do you effectively separate what is dye and what is water? But you know it’s there. It is there.

I have always been worried about seeming too “girly.” I worried about the way I dressed, the way I talked, the fact that I’m good at soft skills like communication, design and empathy, because I thought that it would send the message I deserved to be taken less seriously. I probably have been. But, now that I’m older and wiser, I know the standards themselves are biased and that no one needs to apologize for not fitting a single narrow mold. Instead, the industry needs to grow and expand its definition of “professional” to encompass everyone who does the work.
I wonder what you think about my new hair
And if you notice how dead my eyes are
You used to say they were your favorite color
But I’m sure by now you’ve forgotten the way they shined when I saw you
Just like I forgot the way you said you loved me or the taste of your breath on mine
They say all good things come to an end
We must have been something really fucking magical because we crashed and burned
—  you shouldn’t matter but you do
Questioning the Combinations: Pisces Sun x Scorpio Moon

“Describe yourself in a few random words”

Highly sexual, heartfelt, close friends, passionate, music, cold weather, deep colors, dreams, sweetness, emotional, secretive.

“What do you like best about your personality?”

01. I’m almost a mother to my friends, I can cheer them up or comfort them really quickly. I always listen to their problems and I try to give them good advice. / 02. I like that I can be flirty without being overly possessive or monogamous. / 03. I like that I’m weird around my friends but in a positive way so I think people have fun being around me, I always talk about the strange dreams I have and aliens and strange conspiracy theories, I’m always down for adventures and for talking for hours and hours of philosophy and other deep arguments

“What’s most contradicting about your personality?”

01. I usually take care of others and I love doing so, however I also need to be babied and need someone to take care of me as well. / 02. Sometimes, I really want to care about someone but I just don’t, I can’t force myself to. Other times I care so much, but my way of showing love isn’t always the same. / 03. Everything about me is fire and ice, black and white, on and off. I can go from liking someone to hating them in an instant. I can go from being happy to being angry without blinking an eye. / 04. How I want both privacy and personal connection with others.

anonymous asked:

what do you think of the new interview about olicity and oliver finding out about the bf but not reacting the way everyone thinks he will?

I think… it’s interesting.

We now have some confirmation that Oliver is clearly in a bit of denial, that he’s seeing things through slightly rose-colored glasses. He’s struggling, absolutely, but if there’s one thing the last few years has taught him, it’s that he needs to maintain some hope. 

(So of course he’s maintaining hope about the people around him instead of for himself. Oh Oliver, be less predictable:

“That’s a good question!” agrees Guggenheim. “It speaks to the fact that Oliver has had a lot on his plate lately and…also, I think Oliver is trying to adopt a more hopeful tone, be more optimistic. And in that optimism, he’s hoping that he and Felicity will get back together. So perhaps there is a little bit of denial at play that he hasn’t clocked the new spring in Felicity’s step.”

This is actually annoying, in regards to Oliver, because this is behavior we’ve seen before. He has a tendency to see things the way he wants to see them, and more times than not, it backfires and blows up in his face. I can absolutely see him hoping that things will get back to the way they were, and ignoring the signs that Felicity isn’t spending her off-time alone. 

But, as annoying as this is, it’s actually good, because this is something he needs to stop doing

Oliver needs to be realistic - with himself. It’s part of his journey, methinks, his learning to not project his desires and wants on everyone else, and in turn getting pissed when things don’t work out how he wants them to, while discovering that he can and should stand on his own. What Guggenheim is telling me is that he’s still stuck in that cycle of depending on others around him. Felicity is obviously at the top of the list, because he felt the lightest and happiest when they were together. But they can’t go back to that. They need to find a new way, and to do that, Oliver needs to find a new way on his own. Only when he’s able to stand on his own will he be ready to be a fully dedicated half of a strong, solid relationship with Felicity. (And she needs to do the same thing, in her own way.)

As for when he finds out about The Boyfriend…

This being Arrow, Guggenheim points out, “it is just a matter of time” before Oliver puts two and two together. And when he does, this Green Arrow may not be so green with envy. “I don’t think Oliver reacts the way most people would expect him to react.”

My strongest and wildest hope for this is that he, once again, learns from the past. 

Let’s remember what happened with Ray…

He was heartbroken when he finally - finally - was ready to go to Felicity, only to discover her kissing Ray. But instead of fighting for her, doing what she so desperately needed him to do. (Her entire point in Season 3 was that he accepted his dark future, that he wasn’t willing to fight for something better for himself, and as a result, them as a potential couple.)

Oliver basically confirmed her fears and worries when he saw her with Ray and just accepted it. He didn’t fight for her.

(And he took out his anger on some poor bottles:

He wasn’t ready to fight for her then, though. He was finally accepting he had feelings for Felicity, and it took him the entire season to get to the point where he could both embrace them and her. 

Now, that was just a step, but it wasn’t enough to maintain a strong, healthy relationship, which is why they fell apart in Season 4.

Guggenheim is telling me:

“I don’t think Oliver reacts the way most people would expect him to react.”

Which I will take to mean (and yes, this is me being so damn hopeful I’m going to burn the world with it) that he’s going to fight for her. He’s going to step up and take it as a reality check he sorely needs. Felicity isn’t sitting around and waiting for him, she’s not expecting them to get back together like he secretly is. He could say, “Okay, what’s done is done,” and move on, but that wouldn’t fit with his (what I think is his) journey this season. We already saw that in Season 3, it’s been done. It fit then, it doesn’t fit now.

No, Oliver won’t be jealous. He will be realistic. He’ll see it for what it is: a consequence of his actions (i.e. lying to her, not fully leaning on her as she fully expects as a full significant other). And instead of running from said consequences, letting them be - aka just accepting them - he’s going to face said consequences, own up to them, and push back. He’s going to learn from the past and his mistakes and do better

And that starts by seeing her with someone else and finally admitting he wants her back and fighting for her.

(He absolutely will not force them apart or wish her ill harm, by any means, but he isn’t going to sit back either. He needs to realize he doesn’t want to let her go and he’s willing to fight for her. At least I really, really hope he doesn’t. Because we already went down the other road in Season 3 and to a degree in Season 4. 

Now it’s time for Oliver to fight - for himself and for Felicity.)

(TV Insider interview)

All we can do is tell you what it is like growing up with the literature we had access to as women of color, which is to say, what it was like growing up marginalized. The evidence said that our stories didn’t matter, and by extension that we didn’t matter. We found ways to relate to stories about about white kids and white adults, and so why shouldn’t we have the expectation that white readers can find something to relate to in stories about PoCs? Should we expect less of white readers than they’ve expected of us? I don’t think so.

To the man who will love her next

The first time you’ll look at her, you’ll never know what’s inside of her. The way she smile when something good happens to her, the color of her eyes when she’s sad, the way she flips her hair, the way she talks, she’s more than what your eyes can see. And the moment you try to get to know her, all you want to do is to spend the rest of your life knowing her. 

Let me tell you something about her. She’s a paradox, she wants to be happy, but she’s thinking of the things that makes her sad. She don’t like herself, but she also love the person she is. She says I don’t care, but in reality she really do. She’s a conflicted contradiction. She’s complicated. A walking disaster. She’s difficult to be with. She’s loud, especially when you fight over things that isn’t worth arguing for. It’s really hard dealing with her tantrums. She never know what she wants. She’ll get mad if you will chase her, but if you will not going to do that, believe me, she won’t talk to you for an hour. She’s clingy, she’ll spam your inbox with ‘where are yous’ and ‘i miss you’. She’s stubborn and hard headed. There are days when she’s grumpy for no apparent reason other than the fact that she’s grumpy. She’s moody like she won’t talk to you or sometimes she’s really mad at you for no apparent reason just to apologize two seconds later.. There are days when she’ll complain about everything like the people around her, the food that she ordered, even to small little things or even you and you’ll just have to deal with it. There are days where she doesn’t want to talk to anyone, even you, because that’s the time when she wants to shuts the world out because she just wants to sit in silence. She easily gets jealous and you need to do a lot of explanations. There are days when her hair is messy and all over the place. She’s too much to handle.

As you can see, these are the negative things about her. It’s not that i don’t want you to fall in love with her. It’s just that, these are the things that i loved about her. These are the things that made me fall in love with her. I’m telling you, she’s one of a kind. And if you decided to hold her heart, keep it and never break it. Be gentle as you put back the pieces of her heart that I broke. Never take her for granted, because when shes gone shes gone.
Love her with honesty. Don’t ever hurt her. When she’s crying, don’t say anything, just hug her. She’s really fragile and i don’t want to see her breaking. I loved her but maybe she deserves someone who can fight for her. I know she needs someone like you who can keep her. She’s the girl you wouldn’t dare trade her for anything in this world, too bad i let go of someone like her.

Dance with Us: An Invitation from Moffat, Gatiss, and Thompson

I watched “The Sign of Three” and this is what I saw.  It may not be the show you saw.  I think that is because of the way the writers wrote it.  This show is about the undefined word, the unfinished sentence, the space they leave open for interpretation, the space the audience rushes to fill in with our responses.  Sherlock fandom, do you see what they’re doing?  They’re working like mad to make us happy.  They’re trying to give us what we’ve said we want, even while they stay true to their muses, as artists must.  They’ve asked us to be their audience, because genius requires an audience, and in return, they will color-code all the bridesmaids’ dresses and speed-fold every last serviette for us in their earnest endeavor to live up to our trust and our love.

They leave this space open so there’s room for all of us, or as many of us as possible, to the maximum extent of their limited abilities as mortal writers.

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People are angrier at the guy who killed Cecil the Lion more than they are Dick Cheney. Seriously. I would rather not think about people who are more pissed about one dead lion than one million dead Iraqi civilians. To tell you the truth,  you people are a big part of the problem. Please don’t give me that “Well, people can care abut two things at once” thing. Yes, true. And I am mad about both. But answer this: What do Americans care about WAY more? What are they kicking up a fuss about? And what does that say? Let’s be real: for some, PoC will always be second place to animals. The inhumanity is stunning.

Kestrel, this isn’t you.” 

She pressed back against the chill glass. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“This voice you’ve been using, that bright one…do you think I don’t recognize it? It’s the sound of you laying a trap. Of you hiding behind your own words. And I know that the way you’ve been talking is not you. Say what you want about me, about what happened between us, about the shape of the sun and the color of the grass and any other truths in this world you want to deny. Deny everything until the gods strike you down. But you can’t say that I don’t know you.” He was now close enough that the air between them was alive against Kestrel’s skin. “I…have thought about you.”

AU where Shirabu is a prince and the heir to the throne, while Semi is the head of a fallen nobility family who wants revenge on the current king.

Prompt- Masquerade 

Sunday Senior Selection: Linus

That’s me! My name is Linus, and I am here to tell you in many ways what a great idea it is to adopt a senior cat.

Now, in my particular case, first and most obvious reason is my smashing good looks. You’d think I had work done, right? No way. It’s just that what those people used to say about their hair color (which I do not use–my lush coat is all natural), “you’re not getting older, you’re getting better,” is absolutely true.

I admit it: in my youth, which sometimes feels like a few hours ago, and sometimes feels like it was last century (wait a minute, it was last century), I was often a wee bit untamed. I mean, of course, I was always a house cat–in fact, my person insured that by removing my claws–but sometimes, I was quite the renegade. I was quite persnickety, demanding certain attention, rejecting other attention, and sometimes being quite cranky. I’ve more than outgrown that now–but I’ve heard some talk that if you approach me at the wrong time, I can be unpredictable. Huh? Oh, yeah, right. I want to be alone…when I want to. No big deal, you’ll see all the signals. If I’m sleeping, napping, snoozing – just a few of my favorite activities – you can consider a “do not disturb” sign on my door. But if I’m at your feet, in your lap, purring away and nuzzling, you’d better believe it’s for attention, affection, caressing, cuddling and love any way you want to serve it up.
I’ve been reading up – you know, I could have a touch of dementia. Not a lot, but like when you forget how nice you are and have a cranky outburst. Anyway, I think that’s why I don’t want children around. I like them, but they don’t understand me. I’m not mean to them, but they probably don’t know how to recognize when I don’t want my tail pulled, my toys thrown at me, a chase around the family room, and so on. And on. If you have another nice cat, that’s ok, but boy would I love not sharing you (though your two-legged companion is ok).

Get this – I’m said to be 18 years old. My foster mom says I will outlive us all. That’s my goal. But to do it, I have to be in just the right home, where I will be treated like the prince I am. I’m not high-maintenance, either – I use the litter box all the time, and eat the senior variety of any brand food you give me. I’ll let you know if there’s something I don’t like, but not by turning my dish upside down and storming off. I promise.
You know what? I’ve been looking at the title of this column. I think it’s what they call a double-entendre. You see, I know I am what the unenlightened may think of as a senior cat, but for two-legged seniors, I am ideal. Look, let’s talk turkey. If you’re a member of the AARP (association of adults with retired pets), then you probably don’t want some young whipper-snapper who is going to need all kinds of extra attention in the 18 years, or even 15. You need a cat (everyone needs a cat), who will be kind, personable, unique, friendly, and who will not outlive you. I have no special needs right now, but if I did, you would love me so much you would take care of them.
I’m 18. Just like Jack Benny was always 39, I can always be your 18. For some, that’s a lucky number. Perhaps I can bring you luck. If you adopt me, that’s my luck right there.
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Ship Questions (#1)
  1. Is there a specific song that you automatically associate with them?
  2. Is there a color scheme that makes you think of them? 
  3. What is your favorite way to think of them? (Do you like thinking of them in fluffy domestic situations? In their canon setting? In post-apocalyptic AUs?)
  4. What are the best/worst parts about your ship?
  5. What would you consider a happy ending for them?