View the fullsize tutorial on DA | The most handy hair structure tutorials are this video by Proko and thisblog post.These are useful for thinking about the direction hair locks flow with different styles: 1 2 3 4 5 | Painting Realistic Hair | Shading with gradients: 1 2 | Tutorials by me including: Gimp Brush Dynamics, Coloring Eyes and Coloring Method.
All example characters are fromThe Silver Eye webcomic!
So need this
Weird Al” Yankovic - Word Crimes
This song and its video speak deeply to my soul.
Also, if you weren’t aware before, Weird Al is my patronus.
So I’m planning on going to my very first con (Anime Boston ‘15 yo), which means I should start saving now while I’m working full-time/before I head back to school. The theme is Kaiju vs Mecha, so naturally there’s already a movement to get ALL THE GUNDAM COSPLAYERS in on this.
And then I found this.
IT’S A SIGN. (Once I figure out how to pink bangs, of course, but.)
So, how ‘bout it? Let’s represent! >)
Yes, I knowww online registration doesn’t start until September. But they’ve been doing some in-person reg at events already? And idk how long people need to put cosplay together? SCREW IT, I’M EXCITED.
Did you mean: Pegasus J Crawford
Imagine your OTP at the altar of a church, about to get married. Just as they’re about to kiss, Person A wakes up in bed, sobbing and staring at the empty space beside them. In reality, Person B died years ago.
My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher
The american public education system in a nutshell tho
My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home
My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.
My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.
My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.
My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.
My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.
My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.
My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.
The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.
#teachtothetest #nclb #giftedproblems
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♫Hello, my name is Elder JJ, and I would like to share with you this most amazing fact♪
Write one sentence about the darkest point of your life, the worst thing you have ever experienced.
Write the second sentence about how you survived.
Write the last sentence about how what it taught you.
This can either be answered by you, personally, or by your characters.
This is an inspired prompt, and I’m honestly looking forward to the replies. Either tag your response with ‘thewritershelpers’ or submit it to us and I’ll publish them.
I might even do this one, too.
When I was six, my mother had a mental breakdown.
I learned to do my own laundry; make toasted cheese and hot dogs; and identify, locate, and take my own medication.
When you can’t get out of bed and you have a child, ask for help: that is what I learned.
I questioned and explored my sexual orientation as a young teen; for my troubles, I had my bedroom ransacked and computer taken.
I lied for shame and for survival; I came out to my friends, just so someone would know, but begged them to keep silent; I did assignments exclusively at school, or late, or not at all; I cherished my few glimpses of privacy, but not without looking over my shoulder; I kept my mouth shut, just in case I was being listened in on; I stopped talking back about nearly anything at all.
I learned that freedom and privacy are expensive privileges; that incident was the slammed closet door, and my lifelong disordered, self-loathing anxiety the deadbolt lock.
Tumblr, how did you miss this?
BATWOMAN #25 confirms that the Kanes of Kate Kane’s family and the Kanes which comprise Bruce Wayne’s maternal lineage are one and the same.
Jacob Kane, Batwoman’s father, is Jewish.
Therefore, Martha Wayne (nee Kane) is Jewish.
According to Judaic law, if your mother is Jewish, that makes you Jewish.
What we have here… is confirmation.
THAT BATMAN IS JEWISH.
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
Send me one & I’ll send you one back? x
things i write late at night
Title: Blow to the Heart
Fandom: Mobile Fighter G Gundam
Rating: PG for language
Pairing(s): Unrequited Chibodee/Domon (established Domon/Rain)
Disclaimer: None of the characters herein belong to me. Given that this is the kind of thing I do with hot-blooded shounen anime, it’s for the better that they aren’t mine.
Author’s Note: Playing fast and loose with style, so I apologize if it’s hard to follow - it’s basically a monologue, insofar as we only get to hear one voice out of the conversation and fill in the rest.
Summary: Leave it to George to ask about something like that, as if it’s just an attainable thing for everyone.
Have I ever been in love?
Oh boy, are you askin’ the wrong person! Me? Really? I’m free as a bird! I mean, ask the gals, they’ll tell ya. I’m nowhere near settling down like any of you guys, if that’s what you’re asking—
Okay, that’s not what you’re asking. Then why’s it matter? Obviously nothing’s ever worked out.
You just wanna know if I’m capable, is that it? If the flirty fun guy can even make a lasting connection? ‘Cause it’s not really anyone’s business, all right? Look, if I wanted, I could find someone else—
Else? Someone. Someone.
Fine, you got me.
Wha— No, this isn’t about Rain! Swear to God it’s not! Yeah, I flirted with her a little, but I flirt with everyone a little! I don’t know what you think you’ve noticed since the Fight, but that’s not it, and I don’t need that kind of idea getting around.
Of course you don’t believe me.
Look, Rain is great. She’s a knockout beauty - anyone with eyes can see that! - and she’s basically a genius, and she’s caring and understanding and all the rest of it. I owe a lot to her. But I’m not— this isn’t about her.
There’s been someone, you’re not wrong. I’ve had that person who could light me up like the Fourth of July just by lookin’ my way. I know what it’s like to feel like everything’s a little bit better just because that one person is in it. I’ve gotten those encouragements, in victory and defeat and no reason at all, and even when my winning would mean their losing - and I’ve been left seeing stars every time. I’ve been on a shared wavelength with someone else, I’ve had that bone-deep connection you just can’t shake, I’ve met the person I’m damn near convinced is my twin flame.
They’ve found what they need, and it isn’t me.
That convincing enough for you?
Fine, lemme spell it out for you. It’s not Rain, it’s Domon, all right? Go ahead and laugh. I know you want to.
Oh god. Please laugh at me. Because right now you’re giving me the pity look, and that’s even worse.
Well, at least I know you won’t say anything.
Which is more than I can say for certain people who I know are listening. Take your sweet time showing up, then don’t let anyone know you’re here, right? Come on over to the table, Sai. We saved you a seat. You too, Argo. I can see your twenty-foot cast shadow.
I don’t know how much you guys heard, but none of it leaves this table.
…Jesus, Sai, of course he doesn’t know! The Shuffle Alliance hasn’t imploded yet, has it? If he ever had any idea, best case scenario - you know, he gets confused, confusion turns to fear, fear to anger, and the next thing you know I’ve got a broken jaw to match my broken heart! And then there’s the elephant in the room, or did you forget that Domon and Rain literally saved the universe with the power of their love? ‘Does he know’, jeez!
Yes, it’s been a while.
Yes, during the Fight.
No, I’m bi.
Yes, I’ve always been bi.
No, that doesn’t mean I’m after both of them!
Yes, I meant all that stuff I said. Yes, I dropped the L-word. Yes, it sucks, and I’ll get over it. Now can we stop talking about D—
Domon! It’s about damn time you showed! You save humanity one time, and suddenly you don’t have to be on time for anything, right? Wha—
Okay, ya caught me. I was talking about you. I may as well confess now… I’m jealous. You’ve got it all - the victory, the adoration of millions, your dreams accomplished, the love of your life…
Nah, I didn’t actually mean anything by it. I’m not mad. Like I said, just jealous. You know me! You know how this goes! I just…
I’m just a sore loser. Especially when it comes to you.
That’s how this friendly rivalry works, right?
…Now come over here, King of Hearts, and take your throne already so we can get this party started!
I was diagnosed with ADHD in elementary school, and was put on medication, and was on it ever since. I know there are people out there who don’t believe in ADHD, or say that it’s just kids being kids. Well, I tried to go a year without my meds (I mean, there were other factors, but I honestly believed I didn’t need them anymore.) and let me tell you. Worst idea ever. My medication isn’t some cure all that makes me some study freak. It honestly just puts me in the game. I’ve still failed the occasional class, but that’s cause I just straight up didn’t even try. The year without my meds, I tried. I TRIED SO FUCKING HARD YOU DONT EVEN KNOW. But I could only focus for 5 minutes top. And then it felt like a thought bomb exploded, and shit was flying everywhere. I’d forget what I was saying MID WORD. I’d forget what I was doing, as I was doing it! I’d just stop and stare off into space. So I went back on my meds. All of a sudden, it felt like my brain calmed down. I was able to focus in class for the entire period! I was able to sit down and do my homework without having to take a break every 10 mins. And like I said, it just let’s me have a shot at succeeding. And I get so fucking angry at people who say ADHD isn’t real, cause trust me, it is. And I get so fucking angry at people who are like “haha I’m so ADD” like, no you aren’t. It’s not the worst thing in the world to have, but honestly it does suck to have to rely on medication to be able to function.
I love how tumblr is so hell bent on their being a Marauders movie they will probably end up making it themselves
wow this is scarily well done
BEST ONE BEST ONE BEST ONE
YOUNG SNAPE THO
Wait a tick. Isn’t fancast!Peter a good bit older than most of the others here? Or am I mixing this guy up with a different actor?
…back in my RP glory days, Brady Corbet was my young Peter of choice, whoops