white spotlight

anonymous asked:

why don't you like kathleen kennedy? shes the only female and she seems nice

it’s april 2017 and there are still people who dont know kk is a white demon

  • kk is an icon of white feminism.
  • when she doesn’t get involved directly, female characters’ looks get incredibly diverse (animated series or novels etc. although, we can’t say they treat women of color well.)
  • new female actresses who play lead roles, d ridley, f jones, and e clarke are all white brunette (just like her). this is my personal opinion but for me, f jones was the weakest part in rogue one because of her emontionless and soulless performance, but kk was the one who insisted on casting her and she’s very proud of it. we haven’t seen clarke’s performance in the upcoming han solo film yet but she’s already very famous for horrible eyebrow acting (even her fans admit it). tessa thompson and zoe kravitz, who also auditioned for clarke’s role, is obviously better than her.
  • (also, i think the rogue one novel was a bit better but the movie was… it focuses on the white woman, who didn’t care about the rebellion but only herself then becomes a hero. it’s not feminism when men of color are used to spotlight a white woman, especially when one of them has sacrificed everything for the rebellion from when he was a very young kid. when i heard jyn’s character was originally more like cassian i couldn’t stop groaning because THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER.)
  • ‘for some reason’ she keeps thinking white brunette women are the most ideal people to get the roles. even if she’s doing it unconsciously, it doesn’t change the fact that’s racism. she’s a racist.
  • and when you are a racist you can’t be a feminist because feminism means you support all the women.
  • she seems very passionate when she talks about rey and jyn but when it’s about other actors who are men of color she suddenly becomes silent?? and she talks about this “girl power” a lot but when it’s about races, ethnicities and diversity she doesn’t say anything? it’s always the directors who sat next to her who speak about it, or actors of color themselves. her “girl power” only involves white women and yet she said star wars represented the world. 
  • she was a producer of complete disaster : avatar the last airbender movie, where almost everyone got whitewashed, which means she learned nothing from her past.
  • @kyber-sphere replied:  Actually, she isn’t even a feminist. Every time someone asks questions about “girl power” in panels she gets obviously irritated. One time, she was even dismissive towards the person who asked it too.

The Spotlight Effect

Have you ever walked in a class or a office knowing you are late and thinking everybody will notice you, look at you and think about you being late and everything else?
I constantly do, every time I find myself in an embarrassing situation, every time I realize there was a stain on my shirt or god knows what I instantly blush and put my head down, hoping to avoid the pity and humor that I’m sure is on the faces of all those who witnessed my moment of embarrassment.
Because of this I’m a very easy prey to the spotlight effect which explains how we are constantly overestimating the attentions people are keeping at us. According to social psychology (I totally love social psychology by the way), indeed, we are very “anchored” to our own experience and we have trouble adjusting far enough away from them to accurately estimate how much attention other people are paying us. Practically If we are very troubled by something we assume everyone else is also troubled about it, if we are comfortable we assume everyone else is feeling the same way
This is also deeply linked with the fear of change, particularly when it comes to try new things, for instance the day after an embarrassing haircut I am sure the whole world is pointing and laughing, but four days in when I’ve gotten used to the face in the mirror, I think everyone else has too…
The most important things is to not get overwhelmed by this un comforting sensation of your mishap being noticed by everyone and try to remember that the more comfortable you feel the more comfortable the world will seem to you and, even if it may be an illusion it could make the difference between a great and a terrible day

Whoops, just realized I’ve never post the full view of my 2015 YGO telephone game contribution, here’s Kaiba boy and his dragons!

Honestly still pretty bummed for not being able to catch the DSOD movie screening in my country. Oh well, I’m still looking forward for the DVD release of it next year 2017 (•̀o•́)ง My Malaysian friends and peeps told me that the movie is really GOOD!!

UPDATE: Blessed to watch the ygo movie in Australia with my @ygoreanimate pals and I love Seto Kaiba the movie

Everyday is your birthday in the fifth house. It is a cosmic Disneyland that opens just for you.

Sun in the 5th house/Leo in the 5th house
The world is a stage and the performer is gracious, radiant, and absolutely transcendent. A Queen dancing on the rays of the Sun, the whole world is watching on

Moon in the 5th house/Cancer in the 5th house
A child walks under a white Moon spotlight, exquisite and enchanting, glowing with the sovereign of an heiress

Mercury in the 5th house/Gemini or Virgo in the 5th house
The word alchemist, wings made of sun, a painter of children’s fairytales with language, a pen that pops with confetti holding books full of colour and delight

Venus in the 5th house/Libra or Taurus in the 5th house
The lover dances on a stage, blowing kisses and swaying with the sun, releasing the bubbles of pleasure, music, and indulgence and seduction

Mars in the 5th house/Aries in the 5th house
A child emerges from a box of crayons ready to draw a world into this one, a woman flickers lights from her fingers, under a blaze she bedazzles with a fire twirling display

Jupiter in the 5th house/Sagittarius in the 5th house
Laughter radiates from the crackle of morning light, today is everybody’s birthday, it’s eating a marshmellow icecream cake for breakfast

Saturn in the 5th house/Capricorn in the 5th house
A guardian appears, one who swoops in to hold and love and protect those vulnerable children, a guardian emerges to soothe his own inner child

Uranus in the 5th house/Aquarius in the 5th house
A bizarre artist walks from his home, an abandoned church in the woods, eccentric portraits and paintings hang upside down

Neptune in the 5th house/Pisces in the 5th house
A circus performer walks and floats and contorts, every movement a display of bodily art and entrancing sensuality, she creates ambient music with her thoughts

Pluto in the 5th house/Scorpio in the 5th house
Beneath a pastel sea, swirling with hypnotic music and art, a spellcaster swims with a wand, every exertion of self is a creative display of godly magnificence

-C.

Bachelorettes

“What on earth possessed you to come here? To think this was a good idea?” I laugh, awkwardly scratching my elbow as I follow my friend inside this dodgy strip club. We’re looking at possible to-do’s for another friend of ours her bachelorette party, but as far as I’m concerned we haven’t gotten anywhere at all. 

“Come on, it’s the all too known cliché. Sophia lives for sappy clichés. This would be the best thing about the whole day.” Sheila wiggles her eyebrows in my direction as she walks further into the club. 

“I personally believe you’re getting a knock out of me feeling uncomfortable.” I groan, following behind her as I try to avert my gaze from half naked ladies serving drinks. “As if you don’t enjoy the finesse of a toned male figure.” She scolds me. All I can do is shrug my shoulders as I slide into the bar stool beside her. “Of course, but if I’m willing to pay to see one is a whole different ordeal.”

I see her lips purse and I can’t help but grin. I didn’t mind going to a strip club but I know Sheila would be blowing this way out of proportion. “Y/n, do me a favour and give it a chance before you completely blow this off, alright?” She turns to me and grasps my outstretched hand, squeezing it as she grants me with her puppy dog eyes. 

“Well, because you asked so nicely.” I laugh, clapping my hands together before beckoning a waiter over. “Rum coke. Double. Thank you.” I immediately mumble as she approaches us, making sure to make eye contact instead of staring at her voluptuous bosom. 

I see him right away. Slight darker skin tone, carbon black messy hair and an arrogant yet vibrant smile uncovering his pearly white teeth. He’s wearing nothing else than a pair of boxers, and I can’t help but imagine him alongside Channing Tatum in Magic Mike. He would fit right in - and I would’ve watched the shit out of that movie. 

He notices us and grins slyly, slowly swaying his hips as he moves closer towards us.

“Ladies.” He nods his head as he approaches, Sheila’s eyes growing three times their normal size - which is usually quite big already, might I add - as she gives the mystery male a very thorough once over. 

“What gives us the honour of having such nice ladies as you over this fine evening?” The male speaks as his eyes twinkle underneath the dim lighting, leaning against the freshly polished stage in front of us. 

“Seeing what you have to offer around here.” Sheila speaks without a hiccup, making the blush rise on my cheeks. “Our friend is getting married and we’re planning the bachelorette.” She adds, smirking before she throws me a look, showing the male I am also involved in her shenanigans. 

“Well I guess I’ll have to show you what we have to offer then. Calum Hood, lead dancer, if I can put it like that.” He chuckles and I think it’s my new favourite sound. If this were a movie, my eyes would be twinkling underneath the dim lighting of this rather filthy strip club, and he would be smirking down at me. Well, the last part was true.

“It’s mainly for my friend – we’re just the entourage.” I mumble, averting my gaze to the table in front of me where my drink had appeared – something I hadn’t even noticed happening.

“Well,” Calum slides onto the table, his muscular torso right in front of my wandering eyes, “We do offer an arrangement for bridal parties. It’s a private room, a few dancers if I’m not mistaken. Isn’t that expensive either.”

“What do you think? Sounds like something Sophia would be happy with.” Sheila turns to me, seeming unfazed by what was in front of us.

“Are you sure she’ll be happy with that? I mean…” I trail off, frowning and staring off into the distance. I hear Calum scoff and I glance at him through the corner of my eyes.

“Then I guess I’ll have to convince you, don’t I?” Calum mumbles before he raises to his feet. He disappears to the side of the stage, while the lights dim. A new tune starts playing and I momentarily jump in my seat when a harsh white spotlight appears right before our eyes.

Calum appears on stage and while he walks to the centre, he sways his hips to the beat of the music. It’s mesmerizing to watch how he immediately takes over the stage, owns it and seems to have fun up there. He is in his comfort zone and that makes watching him all the more enlightening.

I’m mesmerized by his movements. It’s sensual, almost freeing and a real pleasure for the eye. Now that I give it a second thought, I think this would be even better if he was wearing more clothing so he could take it off. Just the thought of him doing said clothing removal during the bachelorette party gets my cheeks all tainted pink and a weird, unnerving feeling to erupt in my stomach.

It ends too soon, in my opinion, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand as he retreats to the back of the stage where he came from.

“That’s just a little bit of what you could expect.” Calum sighs as he stops right in front of us again, sweat dripping from the side of his face as he smiles brightly towards us. I bite my inner cheek as I try to suppress the grin that’s growing onto my features, before I speak.

“Well then, are you available in the third week of August?” I smirk, batting my eyelashes as Calum lets out a loud laugh. “Then I guess you’ll see us again.” Sheila smiles as her fingers curl around my arm, hoisting me up to my feet. “But for now, we have to leave. We still have a lot of things to figure out, right Y/n?” Sheila gives me a pointed look, smirk half hidden by the bad lighting. I feel the blush creep onto my cheeks as I glance from Calum to my mate. “Uh, yeah, yeah you’re right.”

We bid our goodbyes and I can’t help but glance back once more over my shoulder, seeing Calum still staring at our retreating figures. The sun light is harsh on my skin and I shield my eyes, trying to figure out where we were again.

“We definitely need to come back here.” I chuckle, cheeks tainted a bright red as I avoid Sheila’s gaze. “Of course you think that now. ” She nudges me in my ribs and motions for me to follow her to our right, to our next destination.

When the Ink Dries III

Rated: Explicit with a warning for self harm references.

Notes:  If you haven’t read the previous chapters, go here.  Also on Ao3.  This is (apparently) a novel length fic so you might want to set aside a minute.  Thank you @icedteainthebag for making me earn this one, @holdthiscat for speedy and insightful feedback and @gazeatscully for your endless encouragement and eagle’s eye proofreading.

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Chapter 7

Stella Gibson didn’t make a habit of watching people sleep.  The last time she’d done it was years ago, a prolonged jag that resulted in the purchase of three new sets of bed sheets, a zealous effort to fight memory with thread count.  She’d traded one vice for another, would spend the rest of her life quietly indulging a weakness for pima cotton and crisp corners, a penchant for Italian linen and French embroidery.  But it would be a long time before she settled in beside someone to wait for their eyes to open, the sleep-boiled scent of peaceful slumber coming off their hair, the fragile spot on their neck pulsing with life.  There were some luxuries she simply couldn’t afford.

It still brought Stella a twinge of private embarrassment to recall it so well.  Bridget sleeping on her stomach, dark hair always parted around her pear-shaped ears, clinging to the mattress like a frog in a rainstorm with her lean swimmer’s leg zig-zagged across the mattress.  Stella would stay in bed tiptoeing her fingers up the crease of a quadricep, stroking an ear to its sylphan point.  And long after the woman was gone, the lightning bolt imprint of a leg split the bed down the center, the new sheets continued to bunch in an invisible hand – fleeting images mistakenly committed to permanence by an overly ambitious pair of eyes.  It was a nuisance but not a surprise.  The only other bedroom vigil she’d ever kept had left an even more indelible impression – a child standing graveside, puffy lavender rings sprouted like violets around her eyes, watching her father be put in the ground.

So by the time Stella woke up next to Dana Scully for the second time in her life, she was so practiced in her abstinence that it took hardly any discipline at all to direct the day’s first glance upward, aim her plans at the ceiling.  Shower alone.  Allow guest to wake and begin gathering own conclusions.  Emerge dressed, provide tea and friendly conversation, make end as forgettable as beginning was not.  

She licked her lips before turning over, sealing her resolve like an envelope.

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ULTRAVIOLET

Parts: I II III IV

Genre: smut

Do Kyungsoo X Own Character 

Prolongue:  Water me
I promise I can grow tall
When making love is free

Author Notes: this little introduction is part of a series, I risked a different concept from what I’m used to write… I’m not sure of how many parts this serie will be, but I hope you enjoy it. Happy Valentine’s Day <3 

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anonymous asked:

Your work is absolutely inspiring! Once you nail down your concept art, do you jump straight into box modeling? I'd love to learn about any part of your 3D modeling process you'd be willing to share. Thanks!

Hi!

First, thank you for your message! It always make me very happy to see that my work inspires people :)

Most of time, I don’t model right after finishing the concept part. I usually  draw a model sheet for every character and prop (it helps me keep get the proportions right, plus I don’t like modelling without references).

Here’s an example from my last piece:

(as you can see, I leave the outline of the body visible under the clothes. It makes things easier when modelling the body)

To tell you the truth, I intended to make a tutorial or a post detailing my workflow to celebrate my 1k followers, but I suddenly got overwhelmed with school work and couldn’t do it. However, I made a post on Sketchfab where I explain the process for one of my illustration, if you are interested:

https://blog.sketchfab.com/art-spotlight-white-witch/

Hope that answers you questions! :)

FOR HARRY’S TOUR:  CAN WE GET HARRY ALL DRESSED IN BLACK (and the obvious sheer see-through shirt) SAT PLAYING SOTT ON A ROSE QUARTZ PIANO, WITH FLOWER PETALS FALLING ON HIM, AND A SINGLE SOFT WHITE SPOTLIGHT SHINING AND MAYBE SLIGHTLY SWITCHING COLORS DOWN ON HIM, AND HE LOOKS DOWN AT THE PIANO WITH HIS LITTLE LONGER CURLY FRONT HAIR FALLING ALMOST ON THE PIANO KEYS FROM HOW MUCH HE’S HUNCHED OVER SINGING AND PLAYING THIS INCREDIBLY INSPIRING SONG IN A STADIUM LIT ONLY BY HIS TALENT AND PEOPLE SWAYING CANDLES (y’all know we’re getting candles with our seat tickets, right?) INSTEAD OF PHONES.
Love is Fiction

So this is over a month and a half belated, but Happy Belated Birthday to @snow-into-ash! It’s become a part of my daily schedule to talk to you, friend and I couldn’t be happier. 

Also including this in Day Seven of CS AU WEEK. Writer!Emma and Librarian!Killian(Soft M toward the end and roughly 9700 words)


“Excuse me, where can I find books written by Chuck Palahniuk?” Emma looks up from her laptop screen to see the two new main characters in her story. If she were writing in script format there’d be some stage notes like ‘Enters the beautiful heroine, long dark locks and a thin physic. Evidently beautiful, but just doesn’t know it yet.’ There’d be a spotlight on her, a bright white light casting a shadow behind her that vaguely resembles angel wings or a halo. Something that says ‘this girl is it.’

And off to the left, the gorgeous, brooding librarian who hates his job as a shelver. He would be described as ‘tall, dark and handsome’ despite being close to the same height as the heroine who is also brunette. His spotlight would have some cool gel to it, creating the ambiance that he’s so blue and melancholy. Once the two meet in center stage, the whole scene illuminates, a row of library shelves behind them.

“We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever; the goal is to create something that will.” The hero is British. Big plus, these accents are doing insane things to YA sales, as if the kids could actually hear them.

“What?” The heroine misses the obvious quote. Emma rethinks putting that in her notes. She doesn’t particularly want another ditzy novel where the male protagonist is so smart and the female is just hot. Sure, she wants it to sell, but she wants to also inspire a nation. A book that will, to quote the male protagonist(and Chuck Palahniuk by extension), ‘Live forever.’

“It was a…ah, it’s all fiction and organized by Author’s last name, so row 8 should be PAA-PAW. I would say mid row, the third shelf, but I may be off a book or two.”

“Oh, you were quoting him. Great, I’m gonna use that in my report.” Annnnnd the heroine is still in high school. Time to count her out.

Emma goes back to the story at hand. She’s in the middle of writing some post-apocalyptic thriller about a group of gifted kids, similar to the x-men only everyone is human-passing, who divide up what’s left of a nation and decide to rule. It came to her after a three-day cleanse her roommate forced her to go on. You think up the craziest shit when you’re starving.

“Oh, is this book taken?” an older guy, early thirties, takes a seat instead of the book. “I love this author, have you read Catcher in the Rye?” There’s a copy of ‘Nine Stories by J.D Salinger’ on the table but she’s not reading it.

“Did I read Catcher in the Rye?” Emma gets hit on from time to time by older men. They prowl the library for women reading books they can comment on. She’s not one of those women. She doesn’t come to the library to read, she comes to write, and more importantly, to people watch.

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A/N: Yes, it’s been hard to finish this. I hit a wall with this story and, even though I finally decided how to end it, I’m having some difficulties writing it down. But I’m not leaving it unfinished, I promise! This is a little short, but it’s an important turn for the story. There’s probably one or two more chapters after this. 

Again, thank you so much for anyone that has ever left a nice comment or asked about this fic. It truly makes me feel happy and appreciated! This one is dedicated to Adriana and Hilana for cheering me the fuck up on twitter <3

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