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Recently finished this commission for a streamer friend of mine~ it took me much longer than it should’ve D: the leaves were a big time consumer lmao but I’m proud of the end product! Don’t forget to check out my friend and I on twitch!

Friend (EternalElk): Twitch.tv/eternalelk

Me: twitch.tv/balloonsbunny

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American Girl stories were the best tbh

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Pink

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Cows reaction when they see grass after being shut down indoors for 6 months. 

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No more melted tomblerones or mising skulls, yyeann!

This is my basic process for pretty much everything I draw. The key is understanding the shape of the garment you’re trying to draw and the shape of the body part you’re putting it on.

Drawing the body first forces you to make the shoe, hat, or clothes fit that body. With practice you’ll be able to skip some steps. This method works the same no matter the perspective or pose. It just relies on your knowledge of what a hat looks like from above, or what the bottom of a shoe looks like. When in doubt, just google refs. Don’t necessarily need the exact angle you’re trying to draw. Look at different pics to give you an idea of how it works in 3d.

Shoes are always a bit tricky because feet are a stupid ass shape.

It might help if you think of hats as a cylinder fitted to the person’s head to help you get the perspective right before you push in detail. note: heads aren’t circles. they’re kind of egg shaped if you look at them from the top.

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I managed, in the early days of gmail, to get the firstname.lastname@gmail email addresses for both my maiden and married names. My maiden name was and is uncommon as heck. My married name, though...there’s a handful. And I find out about them when they use my email address for things.

One across the country who I have a lot in common with but never reach out to her because obviously she is too cool.

One in Texas, who is getting married soon judging by the confirmation of a bridal shop appointment I got this month.

One in the northern middle US who keeps signing up for BeachBody and other health/diet stuff and one time I got a Macy’s email with her physical address in it but didn’t find it until too late and when a sent her a letter it got to returned to me.

And now there is one in Canada. I know this one has kids because is started getting emails from their school (I replied right away to let them know because holy crap privacy issues, and they were really great about responding and delisting me). I have also reaponded to emails from their employer. Always the same stuff, really, just letting them know there was a mistake in the address, I live in the US so really they don’t want me responding to scheduling stuff. But today I got included on a family email blast about the matriarch’s impending birthday and also hip replacement.

I sent a gentle correction and wished them all the best, but dang, how does someone mis-supply their email this frequently?

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hahahahahaha

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Little girl teaching her cats how to draw a flower 

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I laughed way too hard at this

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The Australian Ballet is doing Alice in Wonderland again and on one hand I’ve seen it before, and on the other, their Queen of Hearts has my favourite costume in anything every

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I used to start my day with a few hours of translating, but my clients have all temporarily stopped their activity, so I found a new project in order to keep my ritual going (the hardest thing about rituals is starting them…) My grandparents both wrote journals of their experience in WWII, and I started translating them for my English cousins who are interested in reading them. I have to say, I rolled my eyes at my president’s “We are at war” speech, yet I am struck by the many similarities I am finding with the current situation:

the “eeriness of empty city streets”, the curfews, the panic buying, the movie theatres closing, the inability to travel to be with family, or even to walk in the street without a written attestation (Ausweis)

French people from the cities being asked by the government to go help farmers with harvest due to a shortage of seasonal labour, just like we are seeing now

(Of course the situation was incomparably worse—I’m not equating the two, I just didn’t expect to find all these parallels)

The most striking similarity is in the way they feel about the events: they both write about how the uncertainty of these times produces a strange mixture of stress and morbid fascination. My grandmother describes the first time she saw the Nazi flag flying above the City Hall, saying she felt “distress, and an incongruous curiosity—how will all of this end?” My grandfather, writing about the dangerous process of changing his identity and obtaining fake documentation to avoid being deported to Germany, says “Tout cela est très éprouvant pour les nerfs. Malgré tout… quelle année intéressante nous traversons.” (“This is all very nerve-wracking. Nevertheless, what an interesting year we are living through.”)

My grandmother writes about how stunned she would feel if “myself from not so very long ago” could get a glimpse of her current life: all of her projects frozen in time, her studies interrupted (“I wish I had been able to finish the year—they’ve had such trouble organising the classes and exams, they gave the Baccalauréat almost to everybody!”), her wedding cancelled, “I am now hiding people in my basement”, and her fiancé, “formerly fond of insect collecting”, now “keeps himself busy planting bombs on railway tracks” to stop freight trains going to Germany.

(She uses a lot of breezy euphemisms; at one point she briefly mentions being interrogated by Nazis re: her fiancé travelling to the ‘forbidden zone’ then starts the next paragraph with “Despite this contretemps—” and moves on to how she still had time to fill her purse with dead leaves on the Champs Elysées so she could light the stove.) 

She writes about the difficulty of getting accurate information amidst all the contradictory news sources (Resistance radio broadcasts, rumours around her, German propaganda, lies from her own government), and about how unsettling it feels “quand la vie ne va plus de soi” (“when life no longer goes without saying”)

I saw French people on twitter joking about how “after coronavirus, we won’t bring back cheek-kissing, okay?” and was amused to find an entry in my grandmother’s journal saying in the middle of all this turmoil, she & her fiancé have started using the informal “you” with each other, and she hopes that when the war is over, French society won’t go back to expecting people to use “vous” until marriage. 

The very beginning of the war, around her 19th birthday, also presents interesting parallels: she is frustrated with her mother who is planning a holiday trip and acting like nothing serious is going on, and is simultaneously still confused about “the events” and wondering if she is misjudging their severity

In April 1944, as she finally hopes to see “this nightmare end soon”, she speculates on what aspect the future post-crisis society will take, when will normal life resume and what will ‘normal’ be? Then she says making conjectures is futile for the time being because “we cannot measure the depth of a derangement that is still under way.”

One last arresting part, in 1942: “Ce que j’ignorais quant aux calamités et bouleversements est que, lorsqu’on les vit soi-même, le temps passe très lentement.” (“What I didn’t know about life-altering disasters is that, when you are living them, time goes by very slowly.”)

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Well my week has been exciting so far.

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i think about this reality tv show moment constantly

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“that’s what i said” 

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Aaron Earned An Iron Urn

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