#Sam= avoids animal products

[nick-cassidy]

It’s interesting 2 see how many fe drivers r vegetarian/vegan or want to be .

[bunni-v1]

First Years Finding Out Your A Girl?!?! (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

TW: Mild swearing, STRICTLY Female Reader, Discussion of Jack having a good sniffer (lol)

Info: Headcannons; Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel x Reader (platonic); Mostly for fun

🍓Hi. I'm back... sorta. I didn't have much time to write over the summer, and I honestly don't know how much I can write during school cause my schedule is... yikes. But I picked up something I wrote a while ago, edited it, and decided to post it. I'll be answering whatever's in my ask box right now, and then maybe work on some other stuff.

Ortho & Sebek

Second Years

Third Years

Dorm Leaders

-Okay so, I know we’re all wondering, how the hell do you get away with hiding your gender for so damn long?

-Firstly, those ceremonial robes do great at hiding the figure. The only tell would maybe be your hair, but feminine men aren’t unwelcome at Nightraven College, so you mostly get a few questioning stares and that’s it.

-Secondly, Crowley wants to save his own fucking ass. He already has to hide from the press that he has a MAGICLESS student from ANOTHER DIMENSION here, he doesn’t need the fact that you are a woman ALSO on his plate. So, obviously, he helps you hide your gender from others.

-Grim knows, of course, and he keeps his mouth shut for a few yummy cans of tuna (and threats of being expelled from Crowley <3)

-Even when you were just a janitor, he couldn’t have the rumor that he put a “helpless” young woman to work. (Like it wouldn’t be expected.)

-So how do you two do it?

-Baggy ass uniform. Crowley gave you at least three sizes too big.

-Your figure is completely hidden. Sure, you look completely homeless, but at least you’re hidden.

-For your voice, you simply deepen it. After some point, you blackmail Crowley into giving you a potion to help with it, since it's so taxing on your voice. (Or maybe your voice is naturally deep!)

-Sam provides you (for an unfairly pretty penny (not too different from your original world…)) any feminine hygiene products you might need.

-Honestly, you’re set for being cared for, but it’s the adjustment period that’s the hardest part. 

-Truly, it’s very jarring to suddenly be thrown into both a magical world and be isolated in a man's world with nowhere to hide.

-At least in your world you had other women who could understand your struggles. Here though? You’re completely alone.

-You notice how… messy some of these guys could be. How some of them smell… really rancid. -How rough they were with you and each other.

-Honestly, it’s kinda eye-opening. The way men show affection to each other is oddly refreshing to watch and experience!

-Ace and Deuce specifically are a good… trial run.

-That’s not what we’re here to talk about though…

-For the most part, it's incredibly easy to hide yourself for the first while on campus. Everyone on campus is so self-absorbed that they don’t bother questioning you.

-Your only real risk factor is Savannaclaw, but it's easy to avoid those guys (minus Jack, of course, but we’ll get to him).

-However, you can only hide your gender for so long… It’s mentally draining to keep up this facade all the time around people you care about.

-So… how do they find out?

FIRST-YEAR SQUAD

Ace

-He’s one of the first ones who find it out, and it’s in the very cliche anime way.

-After some point of knowing you, Ace is so comfortable that he just invites himself into ramshackle. 

-It’s never been an issue or anything. You’re thick as thieves now, you’ve survived death together a handful of times. If you ask Ace, that’s about as close as you can get with someone.

-Normally, you and Grim are just sitting around in the living area, but this time you aren’t. However, he does hear voices coming from your room. His curiosity is peaked.

-So, slippery guy that he is, he sneaks up to your room and his curiosity only grows when he hears a woman’s voice. Prefect getting lucky? And he didn’t tell him? Ace thought you guys were friends.

-He creeps up to your room, slides open your door, and!!! Holy shit it’s you. It’s you in a towel. It’s you and you’ve got tits?!?! 

-His first reaction is to… well… scream.

-“You’re a girl?!?”

“Why are you in my room???”

“You’ve got- boobs!”

 “Get out Ace!”

-Bro sits very politely and very quietly on your couch after that. Deep behind his blank stare, he is seething. You were a girl this whole time, and you didn’t tell him! He thought you guys were friends!

-He definitely fights you about it once you’re down and dressed. He’s just salty, he’ll get over it. 

-Swears up and down he won’t tell anyone.

-Immediately tells Deuce.

-That's it though! Deuce is part of the main quartet, he deserves to know! (You scold him for this too, but you figured it would happen one way or another).

-From him finding out, he doesn’t really treat you differently. You’re still a person, why should he act differently cause you’ve got different body parts than him.

-Though, and he won’t admit this, he’s a bit more… watchful of the others around you. Yeah, you can hold your own and he respects you… but guys like Azul exist, and he’s seen firsthand the torture Azul is capable of. 

Deuce

-As stated before, Ace outs you to Deuce almost immediately after finding out.

-Deuce, in all his awkward glory, completely shuts down. Disconnects from this plane of existence. He cannot believe the news he was just told.

-You, one of his best friends in all of twisted wonderland. You, the person who survived multiple overblots alongside him. You, who have seen him at his most vulnerable… are a girl.

-It isn’t even the fact that you’re a girl, it’s the fact that you kept this a secret from him for so long. You guys are… bros… how could you possibly hide something so important from him. Did you not trust him?

-Yeah… he overthinks things quite a bit.

-He also ambushes you the very next day with a million questions (very loudly (very in public)), to which you calm him down and reassure him that “No, Deuce, I don’t suddenly hate you. I wasn’t hiding it from you maliciously. I was going to tell you at some point, I just hadn’t had a good time to.”

-Deuce’s behavior definitely… changes… in some ways. 

-Deep down he knows you’re a kick-ass bitch and you don’t need to be cared for, but he can’t help but want to. 

-It’s definitely his mommy issues in play here.

-He just becomes more… protective and aware around you. Not in a creepy obsessive way, just in the same way a guard dog would. 

-Like Ace, he’s more than aware of what the people on this campus are capable of, and you’re completely magicless on top of being more feminine. Some guys at NRC would hop on an opportunity like that like nothing.

-He just doesn’t want to see his friends getting hurt okay :(

-It’s like you gained an overprotective older brother who also sometimes barks!

Jack

-Out of everyone, Jack was the first to find out.

-I don’t wanna be the cliche writer but… he’s got a sniffer on him. 

-He definitely could smell that something was up, but he didn’t want to assume! 

-You could be trans, you could be genderfluid, you could be anything other than a woman! It’s not his place to judge, and smell isn’t always the end all be all. You could just really smell feminine and that's how guys come in your world.

-Mr. Respectful would never want to assume anything… but he’s a little curious he won’t lie.

-Jack REALLY found out shortly after Ace, Deuce and Grim got their asses in trouble with Azul. 

-He’d never been given a reason to spend any more than a few minutes around you at a time. However, since he got pulled into this mess, he’s spent a lot more time with you.

-It happened when he was forced to hide under the desk in his office.

-You were so close and you just… smelled like a girl.

-He is so polite and so upstanding, he would NEVER ask you directly. But the suspense of not knowing really does take a number on him.

-By the end of Azul’s overblotting he is so awkward and nervous around you, that you absolutely have to say something.

-At this point, you figured most of the beastmen had an idea of you being feminine, however, you had no real confirmation of that. 

-Jack is such a “let's not bother other people” kind of guy, that you knew he wouldn’t want to say anything to you if you knew… so you decided to take the plunge.

-At the museum, you pull him aside and you have to ask.

_”Jack?”

“Hm?”

“You know, don’t you?”

“…”

“I figured as much. Don’t tell anyone, m’kay? I want to tell my friends on my terms.”

-It makes Jack respect you more than he already did. Not only did you have the confidence to confront him, but you did it calmly and you were understanding of his position.

-And honestly? Not much changes between the two of you.

-He just respects you a little more. He’s not particularly protective around most other students, he talks to you the same, and he doesn’t act like you’re special. You’re just… a friend. 

-The only thing that he may be different about is other beastmen. He does his best to shield you from them if he feels they might be a threat to your well-being. 

Epel

-Epel, being a more feminine-looking man himself… doesn’t think much of you.

-At this point, you’re well acclimated to things at nightraven college, and are very good at being “one of the boys.”

-His ONLY implication is how… differently Rook and Kalim treat you.

-At this point, Kalim has found out via the previous chapter, and Rook knows because of course he does. (We won’t be getting into that today though)

-They both are more… delicate with you? Rook whips out the charm times ten when you’re around. Kalim, although friendly with everyone, seems to be even MORE friendly when you’re around. Like he wants you to like him.

-Even Deuce and Ace have a few… odd tells.

-They both pointedly ensure Jamil is at least five feet away from you at all times. Glare at Rook when he’s a little too charming.

-Other than that, nothing really gives it away.

-Epel is completely and totally in the dark because you’re really good at hiding that you’re a woman.

-He does, however, eventually find out because… Deuce slips up. He’s there giving his big speech on the beach, hyping Epel up, and somehow he manages, “And the prefect is a woman, but she never lets that get in her way!”

-Epel: Shocked, confused, in awe… says nothing. He lets the information ruminate.

-He lets it ruminate for a very long time.

-So long, in fact, that he doesn’t raise his suspicions until the two of you are on a broom heading off to save Vil’s life.

-The silence was killing him, so he had to ask.

-“Prefect, are you a girl?”

“You didn’t know?”

“I couldn’t be sure, I look like a girl too, so you never know.”

“Yes, Epel, I’m a girl.”

“…Cool.”

-Honestly, he’s kind of jealous of you. You passed better than him, and you had to try harder.

-It doesn’t change how he treats you, honestly. He’s not that kind of country bumpkin, but he won’t lie and say he doesn’t have a little resentment held against you.

-He thinks you’re cool as hell, and you help redefine what femininity can look like to him much better than what Vil does.

-He, however, does actively become more protective of you. 

-Not because he thinks you can’t fend for yourself, but because he kinda wants to show off a little.

[the-monkey-ruler]

Monkey Magic (1999) モンキーマジック

Director: Tameo Koukawa Screenwriter: Soji Yoshikawa / Larry Parr Starring: Shotaro Morikubo / Megumi Tanno / Yuko Sasamoto / Hiroki Egawa / Satsuki Yukino / Sam Vincent / Kathleen Barr / Richard Ian Cox / Terry Klassen / Andrew Francis Official website: http://www.c0zone.jp/eizo/monkey.html Country/Region of Production: United States / Japan Language: English / Japanese Date: 1998-12-25 Number of episodes: 13 Also known as: 西游记 / YO！我係马骝精 IMDb: tt0222596 Type: Retelling

Summary:

Monkey Magic (モンキーマジック, Monkī Majikku) is an animated television series produced by B-Factory and animated by Group TAC. The story is an adaptation of the 16th-century novel Journey to the West. To avoid religious implications, the Buddha was named "The Guardian". The series was distributed in the United States by Sachs Family Entertainment and aired there in syndication from September 19 to December 12, 1998, with reruns lasting until September 26, 1999.Bandai Entertainment released Monkey Magic on VHS[4] and DVD in the United States in mid-1999. Additionally, the series aired in Japan on TV Tokyo from December 31, 1999 to March 25, 2000.[7] Sunsoft produced a PlayStation video game based on the series.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monkey_Magic_(Japanese_TV_series)

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wI1TiObwyhw

[mirkodoesstuff]

Well, it's time to say one of my most controversy opinion ever, related to OSC. However, this time it is related to TPOT.

So, I want to say, that this whole season was a mistake. Yes, I think the season, despite having interesting storylines, characters (One-), and also one of the best hosts ever, was a mistake. Before any of you say anything, listen to me!

So, you all know why TPOT exist, right? JNJ Crew, after BFB 15, had no clue what they should do with the show. Remember, BFB was supposed to be, pretty much, low quality season, that would be released at much quicker date (heck, the whole name for the season was supposed to be Sloppy BFDI!), but due to them deciding to add more quality, both in writing and animation, episodes started to take too long, not to mention the cast being, oddly, big (like, 64 people?!). There various concepts about what to do, there was even an idea to kill 40 people off, so the cast could become smaller. Then, an idea was brought to life - splitting the show, in half.

The split happened next episode and... Let's say a lot of people hated the split - not only because a lot of arcs were dropped, a lot of decisions were questionable (cough allowing Loser and Spongy to join cough), not to mention Two being, let's be honest here, an asshole. Because of the way the split was handled, a lot of people hated Two and, I'm being serious, wrote hate fics about Two and the contestants, that joined them. Yes, this was THAT controversial.

Even when JNJ dropped a video, about why the split happened, it still wasn't helping the case of TPOT. While BFB Post-Split quality was... Okay (I mean as in general, because no joke, that season isn't good), TPOT quality was supposed to be like the latest episode of Pre-Split BFB - it was supposed to have deep arcs, to have better animation, to have EVERYTHING better.

And, it did have deeper themes, better animation (TPOT), but some decisions were being meet with criticism, from BFDI fans - the episodes were taking too long (1 year), the characters were acting out of character (it was mostly seen in TPOT 2, where some considered the episode to be mean-spirited), that some arcs made no sense (Pin arc, though it makes more sense now, that we have BFDIA, but remember - BFDIA was seen as cancelled season back then, when two first episodes of TPOT were released). There were decisions, that annoyed a lot of people, such as letting Teardrop join.

There were also conflicts within the crew, which lead to Satomi being laid off (not fired, laid off), alongside Pokey. The whole season feel into limbo and a lot of people thought it would be meet with the same fate as BFDIA, but surprisingly it did come back, with Sam writing, and... First episodes under his production were meet with criticism from BFDI fans, that were kinda disappointed, especially Satomi and Pokey fans, that enjoyed their writing style (I mean, I enjoyed their writing too), some going too far into saying lots of harmful things about Sam, which was always the problem with those fanatics, I swear those people need to grow up.

The past few episodes of TPOT were AMAZING for me - it introduced better handled plot, they introduced fucking ONE to the show! However, there are still people, that are going too far with criticism, which is no longer a criticism, literally wanting Sam to be fired, which would be literally the worst scenario for many, many BFDI fans!

I enjoy Sam's writing too, but it does sometimes have lots of flaws, but I can't say it's awful. What I'm saying is TPOT is a result of mistakes, that JNJ Crew made, regarding BFB. So, you may ask "How could we avoid the split?", I have few suggestions:

Double eliminations! If they decided to introduce them in TPOT, why they couldn't introduce them there?

Drop the quality of animation a bit,

Make Two a co-host of Four and X (if Two would still be introduced)

Handle rejoiners better - don't make Loser and Spongy rejoin, either make anyone else rejoin (Liy-), or make no one rejoin! Or, heck, even better - have a rejoiner and a debuter, decided by people!

If they wanted to keep arcs there, at least they could make them be enjoyable, because the majority of BFDI fans kinda disliked the way Tacobook was handled (and also early Winnerclock arc... And Pin cheating arc... Yeah...)

The quality should be somewhat in the middle - of course, there should be still serious moments, but not arcs, that do make people dislike characters (Pin cheating arc and Tacobook!)

If Algebralians were still supposed to show up, they should be a part of EXITors attempting to escape plot,

Change the voting system to Vote to Save and change the ways you're voting to Google Forms (because Jesus Christ, Voting Wars were stressing for lots of people)

Handle Two's character better than how it was handled in BFB 16, so they would be still sympathetic character

Of course there might be still lots of possibilities, that could avoid the show to split, but I just said mine ideas.

Despite the split still happening and lots of people enjoying TPOT, I can't deny that there are lots of problems going on currently with this season, while BFDIA revival is going steady. Of course I won't rush any crew members or beg JNJ to tell us about what's going to happen next. Hopefully things will get better for everyone out there.

Oh, and btw - if you think harassment of any kind is ok, then I respectfully tell you to stay away from me and grow up. BFDI isn't THAT serious and was never supposed to be taken seriously!

[stonelions]

forgive me i just want to ramble about some of my rationale behind my wip for a minute. i know, i know the neighbour fellas perhaps fall into some characterization ruts that are more products of "fanon" or don't entirely align with their canon selves, but.

dean. he's softer and sweeter because he had more love, less abuse (no john, a lot more time w/ bobby), he had more support, his interests and nerdiness were encouraged, but he still had to grow up faster than is entirely fair (to make sure baby Sam had Someone Responsible around), and took a while to sort out his bisexuality (because man. in the early 2000s? it simply wasn't acceptable. people either didn't believe you, or they ostracized you for it), and of course he has that intense dean winchester GUILT of always falling short and failing his loved ones even when he really... hasn't. it just isn't enough, in his mind, because let's face it the guy wants to give everyone the world.

cas is... a different animal. i know folks are tired of him being cast as dean's therapist but, this cas, this middle-aged trans cas... the amount of self-reflection and introspection and interrogation of needs/wants vs 'enduring to avoid alienation or outright harm' vs 'my survival depends on this' that trans people have to go through... this cas knows himself to the bone. he's done the work. he's made a quiet little life for himself. he's not perfect, he's weird, he's really just some guy but he's emotionally intelligent and he can see when other people are jammed up against something that's hurting them because he lived like that for decades. he also knows you can't save anyone but he's aware of how important it can be for somebody to stand at the top of the latest hole you've fallen into to be like, hey. this is not your grave, right? you need. a coffee? kombucha or something? i am here when you climb out. and if you can't climb out, i'll still be around. i'm around.

ANYWAY. yeah. just. these have been... parts of my thought process while building the story;;;

[david-blackthorn]

I think Livvy, Kit and Ty would enjoy to play Stardew Valley and genshin Impact together

idk about Genshin, I used to be a huge fan of the game but kind of grew out of it. I can't really imagine Ty being into Genshin with it's mostly story and action based gameplay, plus as someone with autism I often find the graphics to be overwhelming with bright colors and the insane amount of quests. Kit might be into it on some level, Livvy might love it a lot actually. They might play together sometimes tbh, but I think they would definitely love Stardew Valley more.

They would adore Stardew Valley though and since I'm an expert at Stardew Valley I'll give you a detailed headcanon on it :3

Beginning:

Ty would be reluctant to play at first but once he gives in they would have a hella lot of fun.

Livvy would definitely try to come up with a cute and cozy name for their farm like "Maple Wood Farm" while Ty would try to suggest something beautiful and poetic like "Elysian Acres Farm" with words that no one understands except for him. Eventually it would be Kit who would suggest something absolutely ridiculous and sarcastic like "Tragic Plot Farm" and they would agree on that.

Livvy would spend minutes perfecting her avatar to be the prettiest thing ever. Ty would just make himself with the most fitting options while Kit would add cool or funny customization items like sunglasses or an unnatural skin color.

Personal headcanons on their SDV Gameplay:

(Because I adore Stardew Valley and I've memorized the whole gameplaz by now)

Ty:

Ty would spend most of his time on the farm planting crops with a tight schedule so none of them dies when the new season comes, he would also take care of the animals and design their farm in the most productive way possible.

Creates a detailed spreadsheet for crop efficiency and spends hours planting everything perfectly.

He gets frustrated when Livvy accidentally tramples his crops or plants seeds haphazardly.

He cares deeply for the animals, giving each one a proper name, petting and feeding them daily. He’d get especially attached to the rabbits and goats.

Keeps everything running smoothly with his careful planning. He’d be the one to remind everyone to finish their quests.

Occasionally gets exasperated with Livvy and Kit’s antics but secretly enjoys their energy and jokes.

Ty meticulously organizes the chests by color and category, only for Livvy and Kit to throw random items in them. He eventually gives up and creates a "chaos chest" for them.

Ty awkwardly avoids interacting with people, focusing on winning the competitions.

Ty would adore Krobus and he would definitely make him live in his cabin. He wouldn't be interested in romancing any of the NPC's but would definitely pick Krobus as his platonic partner.

Ty finds the Junimos fascinating and views their role in the Community Center as a mystery to solve. He might even theorize about their lore outside of gameplay.

Ty deeply respects Linus’s choice to live outside of societal norms. He gives him gifts regularly and finds himself protective of Linus, even though it’s just a game.

Livvy:

Livvy would run around befriending every NPC in the game and trying to romance Sam.

Absolutely fearless in the mines, taking on waves of monsters with zero hesitation.

She’d get excited every time she finds a rare gem and rushes back to show Kit and Ty.

Constantly drags Kit into the caves, despite his protests, just to have company. She’d also challenge Ty to join, even if he’s reluctant..

She’s always pushing for them to do the most dangerous or ridiculous things, like tackling Skull Cavern unprepared or planting only starfruit for the fun of it.

Frequently sends funny in-game letters or items to Ty and Kit just to mess with them.

Livvy "accidentally" blows up part of the farm with a bomb she crafted for the mines. Ty panics, and Kit can’t stop laughing.

She gets competitive about who can earn the most gold, often selling random things to win.

Livvy insists on entering every festival competition, from the Egg Hunt to the Grange Display, dragging Ty and Kit into it.

Livvy would definitely romance Sam or Leah.

Kit:

While Kit tries fishing, only to rage-quit after losing several fish in a row. Livvy makes fun of him for it, which makes him even more determined to succeed.

After a while he would just stick to foraging.

He’d discover heart events accidentally and claim, "It just happened, I didn’t plan this."

Kit is also the type of person who picks up random side quests and forgets about them, leaving Ty and Livvy to clean up the mess.

Claims he’s just there for fun, but secretly gets invested in his NPC relationships and side quests. He’d surprise everyone by completing a bundle or discovering a hidden game feature

Also, omg he is the type of person to cheat his way through the game, like that chair trick to pass various obstacles.

Kit finally catches a legendary fish after hours of trying, only to lose it when he accidentally throws it back in the water. Livvy and Ty never let him live it down.

Kit flirts with every NPC during festivals, earning mixed reactions.

Kit tries to teach Ty how to catch rare fish, but Ty’s scientific approach backfires. "I’ve calculated the exact timing and trajectory," Ty says, only to lose the fish. Kit laughs so hard he nearly falls off the chair.

Ty struggles with gift-giving at first, overthinking every choice. Kit helps him figure it out, but not without some teasing: "No, Ty, nobody wants a pinecone as a gift."

Kit plays dirty at the Egg Festival mini game blocking Livvy's and Ty's path.

Kit would try to romance Sebastian, Shane or Haley. He has a huge fixing complex, okay?

Their Endgame Goals:

Ty: A fully upgraded, perfectly efficient farm with maxed-out animal happiness and organized storage. Basically a completed farm with full efficiency.

Livvy: Reaching the deepest level of the Skull Cavern and making the most gold. She'd probably want to build something crazy like a farm full of junimos.

Kit: Completing the community center, befriending every villager, and unlocking all heart events. He’d also want to finish the secret quests, just to prove he could.

[sparkz-flyy]

Hollywood Studios Underestimated Taylor Swift And Are Losing Out On Millions

"Taylor Swift isn't just shaking it off: she's shaking things up in Hollywood with a bombshell deal that has reportedly left studios seething.

The pop icon is bringing her "Eras Tour" concert to theaters on October 13, and has made the radical move of cutting out the middleman — a Hollywood studio distributor like Disney, Paramount, or Universal— and making a deal directly with AMC Theatres to distribute the film on its screens, while also distributing in other theaters via a sub-distribution deal with Variance Films.

Here's why this is such a big deal. Traditionally there are three parties involved in bringing movies to theaters: the producer, the distributor, and the exhibitor. The first two are often housed under the same roof; for example, Disney owns Pixar Animation Studios (a production company) and also distributes Pixar movies by making deals with exhibitors (theaters). Box office ticket sales are then split between the exhibitors and the distributor, with the studio usually taking a bigger cut of opening weekends, and theaters taking a larger percentage later on in a movie's theatrical run.

Up until recently, there was a sharp dividing line between movie studios and theaters: studios were not allowed to own movie theaters, due to a landmark antitrust decision in 1949. But this decision was overturned in 2020, which means that Disney could now theoretically launch a chain of Disney theaters, and an exhibitor like AMC can get into the distribution game.

So, when the Swift family found Hollywood's studios seeking to control the when and where of "Eras Tour" hitting theaters (as is typical of a movie release), they instead turned to AMC Theatres, saying: "I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name."

Intentionally or not, this is a power move, and studios are reportedly angry about it. None of them have really capitalized on the opportunity to own their own movie theaters yet; they've been too focused on launching their streaming services, especially after the COVID-19 pandemic had everyone declaring that the cinematic experience was dead. But movie theaters rose up from the dead (they do it all the time) and have had a triumphant return this summer thanks to the twin powerhouses of "Barbie" and "Oppenheimer."

As the gatekeepers of major movie releases, studios hold a lot of power in this relationship. But, as it turns out, they don't hold any power over Taylor Swift.

According to a report by Puck News, the Swift family hired director Sam Wrench to shoot "Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour" for a budget of around $10-20 million, and were directly discussing distribution with studios. However, at least one distributor was thinking of a 2025 release, long after the live tour had ended, and the Swifts wanted it to play in theaters alongside the tour. So, they began negotiating directly with AMC Theatres CEO Adam Aron, put together a deal in secret over a number of weeks, and announced it without any of the studios getting a heads-up.

IndieWire reports that there's "major anger" at the studios over being blindsided by this news. According to Puck News, Universal Pictures is "extra-pissed." Not only was the studio considering picking up "Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour" for distribution, it's now had to move "The Exorcist: Believer" off its cool horror release date of Friday the 13th of October, to avoid getting crushed under Taylor's kitten heel."

Read More: https://www.slashfilm.com/1383696/hollywood-studios-taylor-swift-eras-tour-losing-millions/

[a-life-long-story]

🎉NEW CWACOM AU🎉

Story:

Swallow Falls quietly lives its life, eating sardines all over the city, which does not suit anyone, but the residents have no other choice. So it goes on until one day a strange boy comes to town, full of strength and hope. It turns out his name is Filbert Lockwood and he is 26 years old. Short for Filby. He is a novice pastry chef and, after learning about the Swallow Falls, its inhabitants and their "rich" food, decides to come here and open his own restaurant. He does it, his food is simply amazing for the residents, soon Filbert becomes a famous float chef. Life begins to acquire new bright colors, previously unseen.

There will be no events from films 1 and 2 in this AU, since there are no reasons for such fantastic catastrophes as a Food Storm. Filbert is an ordinary chef who is not able to arrange something like this. However, he is able to create foodimals together with his best friend Flint.

Friends:

Filbert is not only a cook, but also loves science, just like Flint Lockwood, the local notorious inventor. Filbert is Flint's second cousin, as a child he often visited Fran, Flint's mother and his great aunt, because Flint and Filbert know each other well. In the end, these two support each other in their hobby (for Flint, a profession) and Filbert does not consider Lockwood strange at all, rather on the contrary, the sanest in Swallow Falls.

Filbert will also make friends with Sam, as she is Flint's first best friend and they will love to talk about the weather. Filbert will dream of edible rain, which in reality, of course, does not exist.

Filbert won't be on good terms with Brent because he's an upstart, a so-called "wet chicken" (Filby loves to call him that) and he's bullying Flint. In addition to Brent, Filbert will not love Gil either, because he considers him to be the same upstart and a person who wants not to remain in the shadows and always attracts attention to himself, and Filby does not like such people. He doesn't know about Gil's abusive relationship with his father, lol.

Filby will avoid Bella because she is his ardent fan, who also loves the kitchen and this young, still in the prime of life, chef.

But Filby will be on good terms with Cal and Joe.

Likes:

- friends

- food

- his own restaurant

- attention

- cheeseburgers

- marshmallow

- Barry

Doesn't like:

- Brent

- Gil

- corn

- Bella

- sardines

- Mayor Shelbourne

Interesting facts:

- Filby is about the same height as Flint, a couple of centimeters taller than Flint.

- His restaurant is called "Chewandswallow".

- Since Filby is a kind and soft-hearted guy, he tries to dress up cool and show himself from a cold and relaxed side at various conferences, meetings, interviews, etc. He does this because he wants to have a reputation not just as a chef, but as a respected, strict and demanding chef and the head of a large restaurant chain, which is worth being afraid of. Only people close to him know that this is an image and in fact Filbert is not at all what he seems in public.

- Together with Flint, they will create a new kind of life - foodimals. These are lively foods, some of them look like animals.

- Filbert will notice that Flint's idol and a well-known scientist, Chester V, who is too painfully interested in animal products, has appeared in the Swallow Falls. Filby doesn't believe him a bit.

- Filbert is for healthy lifestyle, he does not drink and does not inject, but sometimes, quite infrequently, he is not averse to lighting a cigarette.

- Filbert is asexual and does not have a romantic relationship with anyone.

- Filbert loved Fran very much and was even depressed for a while after learning about her death. Together with Flint, they often come to her grave.

I'm not giving up on the AU where FLDSMDFR is a human robot, it's just that I now have as many as 3 CWACOM AU🐥

[chaifootsteps]

Viv and Sam got fired by Bento Box before the production of Hazbin Hotel ended. There is a shadow showrunner that will probably get no glory or credit, which is super sad. Also, while I’m at it, she moved animation production to Australia specifically to avoid unions so idk wtf this whole lagging for the union thing is about

I've heard whispers about this, but nothing concrete. Even if Viv didn't get outright fired, I think something happened involving her level of control over this whole thing.

[tourmelion]

Imagine them meeting at another gala and Vlad is the one making the mix up

Danny has been forced into going as punishment for something a ghost broke

Said ghost being Vlad

He broke 10 vials of Fenton ecto-algee, a concentrated ectoplasm substance that can attract low level ghosts, they wanted to use it for a ghost trap to catch and study them

With this now smeared all over his ecto signature ectopuses, blob ghosts and all manner of other wild ghosts animals are homing in on him and either attacking him, trying to eat him or just sticking to him, all of which are terrible cause he lives with feral ghost hunters

He desperately tries to hide it from them by turning them intangible and avoiding the house, even covering himself in Sam's unused skin care products to dampen the scent, but it wasn't enough, his parents eventually caught some ectopuses, he was able to release them before anything bad happened but it wasn't going to last, his parents reinforced the ghost tank and it's only been 3 days since this whole nightmare started

He needed to get away for a while, a few days without his parents so he can take off the creams and sunscreen and let the ghosts feed off the ecto-algee that's on him

And so Danny begrudgingly agreed to Vlad's conveniently timed offer to accompany him to another gala

Where he'd actually have to social climb

He was able to come to some compromise with the twat tho

He doesn't need to mingle to make business connections, just interact and seem normal and friendly enough that it makes him look good

You know, if someone approaches you engage them

Try to seem friendly

Seem interested when people talk about stuff

Just socializing

Vlad proceeded to sell it further by advertising the free food, the very finest of tastes being catered to

He begrudgingly, thought less begrudgingly than before prepared for the gala, and at the start it was going just perfect

So imagine his surprise when he saw him ignoring and cutting off conversations with eager, EAGER, party goes

People were engaging him left and right, AND HE'S JUST IGNORING THEM

MY REPUTATION!!!!

It wasn't so hard, is it so difficult to smile and allow people to talk at you? No, BUT BUTTER MY BISCUITS BOY! YOU CAN'T DO THE SIMPLEST OF TASKS, MUST YOU GO SO FAR TO SPITE ME, EVEN AFTER I GRACIOUSNESS ALLOWED YOU TO ACCOMPANY ME SO YOU COULD SORT OUT THE MESS YOU'RE IN! WE HAD A TRUCE! I WAS STARTING TO THINK WE HAD AN UNDERSTANDING AND YOU'D FINALLY SEEN THE LIGHT OF HOW MUCH MORE USEFUL I WOULD BE AS A FATHER AS OPPOSED TO THAT IGNORAMUS WHO YOU'RE ACTUALLY STUCK WITH!

I have done nothing but be generous and gracious with you, I'm at my wits end

I'm frustrated Daniel- Danny

*Sigh

*eyes going downcast*

I wanted this to be good

"sir"

A voice had spoke, some kind of sharp voice, but not to sharp, alert sounding, a suppose a bit crisp

A bit deeper that Danny but with none of the laid back tones

He looked up to find the source

And then his eyes met the boy he'd just pulled away

A poignant assertive face of confused disgust met him

"..."

"..."

Fuck

Bruce stared. He had just been lecturing one of his son on his gala manners. Dick or Jason were usually the ones misbehaving like that, not Tim! What had gotten into his son to behave like that in public when he wasn't even in a sleep deprived state. Of course, Bruce had to lecture his kid and benched him for the night to get some sleep because Tim had to be sleep deprived to act like that. That was untill said son, he was lecturing, came through the front door shouting at him for leaving him behind at the gala.

His head swayed between Tim and the teen he had apparently just abducted and possibly has now knowledge of their secret identities.

Okay, maybe Alfred was right about his amount of sleep. Bruce brain went to overdrive, he could play it all of with an extended Brucie act.

That was before the teen lifted on hand in a calming manner and sheepishly smiled at him.

Danny: I get the whole secret identity thing, but i dont think it's a good idea to bench me, when ghost might come attacking. I won't tell a soul about yours if you keep mine! I can make a death vow if that helps. So can I call vlad now? As much as I like getting on his nerves and away from him. HE is my original ride home.

Tim: Wait, Vlad Masters who pestered ME all night is your guardian?

Bruce continued staring at the teen that looked like Tim and was now talking to his son while his son was parallel texting on his phone. No doubt telling his other sibling.

Good, they will never let this go and Alfred will use this situation against him next time he works through several nights.

[chloeunitfive]

How to be a sustainable fashion lover

Fashion is scrambling to meet the challenge with meticulously researched roadmaps and reports that include a slew of plans to improve supply chain energy efficiency, switch to renewables, invest in material innovation that avoids synthetics, ramp up social justice initiatives, and address animal cruelty. While these initiatives are well-intended, they are up against an industry that is already massive in scope. Most of those 80 to 100 billion clothing items - a conservative estimate - are already burnt or disposed of after only a few wears. According to McKinsey Fashion Scenarios, global fashion sales are on set to rebound to just above 2019 levels, notwithstanding the pandemic. Campaigners are increasingly proposing that one of the simplest ways to reduce the impact of fashion is to buy less (much less, according to Take the Jump, only three new pieces of clothing each year) and to make the things we already possess last longer. Essentially, the fashion business must significantly diminish in size. This may be difficult to imagine for a generation of buyers raised on manufactured needs and fast pleasure, but the statistics are unmistakable. According to Wrap's research, extending the life of a piece of clothing by only nine months may reduce its environmental effect by up to 10%; think what could be accomplished over decades. Buying excellent quality clothing, owners' desire to wear the same item over and over again, and their capacity to care for them are all factors. These may appear to be simple tasks, but if they were, we would have completed them by now. After all, it has only been a generation since we lost the beautiful skill of clothes upkeep. Whereas our ancestors lived thrifty lives, most consumers today have gotten accustomed to a wear, break, and chuck model. De Castro's flawless garments with damaged zips reveal a significant disconnect with how apparel is created. But it is now more important than ever to ask why so much of our clothing is petroleum-based; whether the rayon in that jumper was sourced from ancient forests; what animal's fur has gone into that pom pom; why only a minority of garment workers are paid a living wage – and whether we still want a hand in driving all this destruction.

The first step is to re-examine your personal wardrobe; textile reuse organisation Traid started the 23 Percent Campaign in 2019 to highlight the amount of items left unused in Londoners' wardrobes. Sam Weir is the founder of Lotte.V1, a one-on-one style service that aims to rekindle our love affair with clothing. "Many of us don't use what we own because we've been taught to find style solutions through consumption," says the high-profile ad stylist. "Styling allows people to express themselves and have fun with clothing without having to buy new; it encourages creativity and allows people to truly wear their clothing." It's about developing relationships with our possessions and learning to interact with fashion outside of consumption." According to Mikha Mekler, lecturer in production management at London College of Fashion, it helps if you buy well to begin with. "The issue is how we buy. Quality purchases endure longer." Begin by avoiding quick fashion manufacturers and their glitzy, celebrity-laden advertising campaigns, and instead seek for ethical labels that value workmanship. Even still, do your own research: the weight of an object and the quality of its details may reveal a lot. "Test the garment," says Victoria Jenkins, creator of adaptive clothing business Unhidden and a garment technologist. "Pull it, yank on it, inspect the stitching." Is it nice and tidy, or are there a lot of loose threads Can you see 'grinning', where the thread is visible at tension points on the seam? Does the garment have hanger loops to stop it losing shape? Is there taping along a T-shirt shoulder to stop it from being distorted if it is hung up? Is the hem sturdy or can it be easily unpicked? Is there shading on the fabric; are there faults in the print beyond what you might expect?" The next stage is to take care of yourself. Semiotician Roland Barthes wrote about the use of foam in an advertisement for detergent in his 1954 essay Soap Powders and Detergents: "What matters is the art of having disguised the abrasive function of the detergent under the delicious image of a substance at once deep and airy which can govern the molecular order of the material without damaging it." Washing is still thought to renew and rejuvenate, but as Roland Barthes reminds out, it is actually extremely harmful. Most sustainable clothing experts believe that washing garments less is better - and washing them cold, properly sorted, with mild, natural laundry detergents, and inside out to prevent colour and print fading. "Garment care is still something people get wrong on a day-to-day basis," Mekler said. "I wash a lot of garments, especially the finer things, even jeans, on a wool wash unless they're really dirty." Consider hanging mildly dirty items in the bathroom while taking a shower and letting the steam do the cleaning. Avoid tumble drying by shaking your clothing and hanging them to dry. Then bask in the environmental advantages of your new habit. According to the EPA's Energy Star programme, the average washing machine uses 6,500 gallons of water each year, which is about half of what you'd drink in a lifetime. Finally, most of the emissions produced during the "in-use" stage of an item's life cycle originate from washing and tumble drying. Cut that and you're basically a sustainable fashionista.

When you've finished cleaning your clothing, avoid the desire to dump them on the floor or bundle them up under the sofa. Correct garment storage accomplishes half the job; top advice include storing clean clothes away from sunshine and heat, in cool, dry places with enough space between them to air. Katrina Hassan, a professional organiser, employs the KonMari Method of tidying. "Awareness and positive habit change is at the heart of the process," she explains. "Another important principle is to store things so that you can easily see everything." When you know exactly what you possess, you are far more inclined to care for it."

Reference:

Bel Jacobs. (2022). How to be a sustainable fashion lover – and why it matters. [Online]. BBC. Last Updated: 31 March 2022. Available at: https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20220329-how-to-be-a-sustainable-fashion-lover-and-why-it-matter [Accessed 6 November 2023].

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Nothing Changed - USWNT X Reader

Prompt: could you do a uswnt x enby reader where they come out to the team?

Note, keep in mind that everyone’s coming out is vastly different and this may not represent your experience or your preferences. 

“Hey, you alright?” Rose tilted her water bottle toward the younger player, squeezing it enough to squirt them.

“Hmm? Yea,” Y/N glanced up from the grass when they felt the water hit their arm.

“That was convincing,” the midfielder rolled her eyes, shuffling closer, nudging their shoulders together gently.

Y/N was sitting quietly in the grass, slowly plucking one blade of grass out one at a time. The team had noticed how withdrawn the younger player had been since camp had started. Really only speaking when spoken too, always seemingly unaware of their surroundings, anxiously fidgeting, leg bouncing constantly. Players had all attempted to speak with the younger player, only for the conversation to be interrupted or dismissed, Y/N doing their best to avoid everyone.

“Want to try again?” Rose pushed more, reaching over to wrap a hand around Y/N’s as they tore a larger piece of grass in their fingers. Y/N tugged their hand away, tossing the remaining grass down.

Y/N dug the heels of their cleats into the ground, bringing their knees to their chest, wrapping their arms around them and resting their chin on top. They let out a sigh, clenching and unclenching their jaw.

Sensing the other player was working through their thoughts, the midfielder let a hand drop to Y/N’s elbow. The muscle tensed under the contact, but wasn’t pulled away, allowing Rose to squeeze it once before soothingly running her thumb until the muscle began to relax slightly.

Y/N rolled their head to the side and released another long sigh, body deflating, “I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” Y/N briefly made eye contact with the brunette before looking forward again.

“Well, you’ve got a pretty brain,” Rose tapped the side of Y/N’s head, “so whatever has you so stuck in there must be pretty important,” she dipped her head to try and make eye contact. Seeing the small grin forming, Rose nudged them again, repeating the motion a couple times as Y/N’s grin grew.

Turning and tackling Y/N, Rose smiled from above them, tapping their forehead, “the only thing you need to think so hard about right now, is where we are going for lunch.”

Y/N crinkled their nose, swatting at the hand tapping them, “oh that’s easy, grilled cheese.”

Rose rolled her eyes and began to get off Y/N, “you chose that every time.”

Getting up themselves, Y/N giggled, “then why do you even bother asking?”

“You two done messing around? We want lunch!” Horan called to them as the pair approached the rest of the group.

“Simmer down, we’re coming,” Rose waved them off.

“Good, where are we going?”

“Take a wild guess,” Rose rolled her eyes, pushing Y/N away slightly.

“Grilled cheese,” the group said together.

“Grilled cheese!” Y/N repeated, smiling wide, giving a small hop, jumping onto Sam as she got close enough.

Y/N remained engaged and animated with the group while they were out for lunch, the friends doing their best to keep them distracted from whatever kept them in there head all camp.

Later that night, Y/N laid in bed, locking and unlocking their phone a few times. Letting out a big sigh, they tossed their phone to the side of the bed, continuing to stare at the ceiling.

The young player knew they needed to tell the team, but the idea of doing an official “coming out” just didn’t seem right. This was who they were, they shouldn’t have to come out, shouldn’t have to say anything. But Y/N also knew they would feel so much more comfortable hearing the correct words to describe them, would feel less like an imposter, feel comfortable in their own skin.

Y/N knew it wouldn’t change anything. That they were still them. That the only difference would be the words used around them. So, they struggled, battled with their mind all camp. It’s not that they felt like they needed to come out, but that they didn’t know how to ask the team to change their pronouns. Hence, the internal battle they had, wanting to tell the team, but not knowing how to ask without making a big deal out of it.

They considered just changing their pronouns on Instagram. But most people wouldn’t see it. And their close friends would be hurt Y/N hadn’t felt comfortable to them themselves.

Maybe slowly correct people? No, that would lead to more confusion.

Announce it at the end of the team meeting? No, that was way more attention than Y/N wanted on them.

Sighing again, Y/N roughly rolled over again in bed.

“You are going to sleep on the hallway soon if you don’t stop thinking so loud over there,” came the muffled voice of Pinoe in the bed next to Y/N.

“Sorry, I’ll stop,” Y/N apologized softly, shifting a little more to try and get comfortable one last time.

Megan rolled over in her bed to face the younger player, “what’s got you so in your head this camp, kiddo?”

Huffing out a breath, Y/N rolled onto their back, “I have something I need to do, well want to do, no, maybe need. I don’t know,” slamming their hands onto the mattress, frustrated, as they rambled.

“What do you need to do?” Pinoe propped herself up in her bed, just making out Y/N staring at the ceiling in the dark.  

“It’s not a need, definitely a want. And I really don’t want to have to do it, but it feels like a need to me. But I don’t want to make a big deal of it, but it needs to be done,” Y/N continued to ramble as is Megan hadn’t said anything, verbalizing everything to themselves.

Megan swung her legs over the side of the bed, working to get a better look at the distress individual. Sensing the younger player needed to work continue to work out their thoughts, she patiently waited while they rambled across from her, watching as Y/N ran a hand harshly through their hair before slamming it back on the mattress.

When Y/N didn’t continue, Megan shifted closer to the edge of the bed, leaning her elbows on her knees. Getting close to the distraught, but still giving them the space they clearly needed, “what do you need to do kiddo?”

The forward watched as Y/N clenched their jaw and unclenched it a few times, hands finding a loose string on the bed and wrapping it around their finger. Y/N finally let their head role to the to face Rapinoe, “I need to come out.”

“Y/N,” Megan stretched a hand out to unravel Y/N’s hand from the string on the sheet, “that’s something you never need to do. That is something you only do if you want to. If you don’t feel comfortable or ready, you don’t need to come out.”

Of course, Y/N already knew this. But to them, it wasn’t about being ready or not being ready. Or if she trusted the team to view them the same. It was that they hated the idea of having to come out at all. That they couldn’t just be themselves, that to fully feel comfortable and truly embrace who they were, they needed to come out, needed to tell everyone how they wanted, needed, to be referred to.

Y/N looked back to the ceiling, letting out a frustrated growl, “I know I don’t need to come out. And I am ready to come out. I just think the whole idea of it is stupid. Like, you didn’t have to go around telling everyone you were a girl. Why the fuck, do I have to go around tell everyone I’m not!”

Megan kept her hand on Y/N’s wrist, but leaned back, understanding what the real issue was. That Y/N wanted to come out but didn’t want to come out. Didn’t want the production of that seemed to come with it. The awkwardness of explaining themselves, answering questions, the feeling of having to defend themselves, justify who they were.

“I understand,” Megan nodded, Y/N rolled their head to face the forward, “what do you want to do kiddo?”

Y/N shifted, moving to fully sitting up in the bed, “that’s the problem,” they grunted out, “I want everyone to know, but I don’t know how to tell everyone. I don’t know what I want to do.”

“You’re right Y/N, it’s not fair that you have to formally come out to anyone. But this team is full of open minded, progressive people, they aren’t going judge you.”

“It’s not that. I know they won’t, I just don’t know how to do tell them. I just want to say it and move on with it,” Y/N explained. They weren’t worried that any of them wouldn’t accept them, they just knew how eccentric some of the team could be, and how many questions they might have.

“I got you kid, let’s get some sleep and worry about it tomorrow. This isn’t something you need to stress about. You’re still you, you’re just letting us understand you in a different way.”

Y/N released a slow breath, working to ease themselves to a reclined position in bed, some of the thoughts eased for the time being. Megan validating that they weren’t overthinking for no reason, that the thoughts they had been struggling with for the last week were normal.

“I guess you’re probably right.”

“Of course I’m right! Now go to sleep, we can figure this out tomorrow, but I need my beauty sleep,” Megan joked, flopping herself back in bed.

The next morning, the pair made their way to the banquet room for breakfast, most of the team already there. The split off, each going to their table.

Before Pinoe sat down though, she stood behind her chair and called out to the room, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Hey team! As most of you know, I am a girl, I have known this my entire life, but I feel that it is important to tell you. I would appreciate you all continuing to use she, her pronouns,” she moved her gaze around the room as she spoke, pausing to make eye contact with Y/N.

A majority of the players watched, confused, as the forward spoke. Some tilted their heads to the side, eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s great P, we can keep doing that,” Ashlyn nodded next to her at the table.

Pinoe remained standing at the table, looking around the room. Peoples faces remained neutral, no one reacting to the information.

“Why did you feel the need to tell us this now?” Christen spoke up across the room.

“I just realized I had never told you guys, and that it isn’t fair that some people have to come out and some don’t,” she made eye contact with Y/N, hoping she was saying the right thing, encouraging them to take the opening given.

Y/N rolled her fingers on the table, biting their lip. They understood what Megan was doing, was normalizing the coming out, normalizing announcing pronouns.

Pushing themselves up, Y/N let took a steadying breath, “I, umm, I’m,” they clenched their jaw, creasing their eye brows, attempting to work through their words, squaring their shoulders they continued, “I’m non-binary, I prefer they or them pronouns.”

Y/N kept it short, glancing around the room, eyes drifting across their closest friends. None of them holding any animosity, all soft and accepting. Several giving Y/N large smiles.

“Thank you for telling us Y/N,” Tierna spoke up next to the younger player, “we will all start using they, them pronouns for you,” she reached up and gripped Y/N’s tense fist.

“Of course, we can do that kiddo,” Megan smiled at them, still standing at her own table.

“And if we ever use any wording that you don’t feel comfortable with, please tell us so we can use the right words,” Ali smiled reassuringly.

Y/N nodded, mostly to themselves, taking another glance around the room, they sat back down at the table. Tierna gave them another squeeze, everyone else giving them a smile.

“Is this what had you so stuck in your head all week?” Rose asked softly.

Y/N gave a small, shy nod, “I wanted to tell you guys, but didn’t want to make a big deal about it.”

“We understand Y/N,” Lindsey nodded next to the brunette.

“And you can tell us anything you want, anything you need us to do or change,” Sam encouraged too.

“I don’t want anything to change. It was just something I needed to tell you guys. I just needed you guys to understand that girl just didn’t fit with me.”

“Alright dude, everyone stays the same, we’ll just change our wording,” Sonnett smiled too.

Y/N looked around the table, and then the room. Everyone had gone back to eating breakfast. Nothing changed, nothing needed to change. Y/N had been able to everyone what they needed to tell them, and everyone just accepted it. No intrusive questions, no unneeded drawn-out explanation, exactly how they wanted it to be; just said what they needed to say and that was it.

[kyra-song]

hello and welcome to Kyra’s Projection Hour, where i present an Artist Au

Tommy is a sculptor, loves clay. Slip is like a second layer of skin to him, there’s always little dried out clay chunks on his hair. he doesn’t have white clothes anymore, they’re dyed various shades of glaze

Ranboo gives me exhausted animator energy. he hasn’t slept in weeks, he’s got a 2 minute clip due for class and he’s been staring at his storyboard for three days oh god please help him

tubbo loves watercolor. he has so many unused pallets just because they looked pretty. (tommy: tubbo your face is shit tubbo, spraying him with a bottle: huh the clown mask doesn’t wash off)

Niki is an oil painter, she’s committing tax fraud to be able to afford this one shade of blue because jesus christ that shits expensive. her room perpetually smells like turpentine and you should avoid her after a day of her painting cuz she’s a little high from the fumes

Puffy is a seamstress and fashion concept artist, she’s got pins in her clothes constantly and gave up trying to find them all, and lets be honest she kinda always needs one. her mortal enemy is pants

Sam is a concept artist, more specifically for architecture, he’s been slamming his head against a wall for an hour now because the floor dimensions were off by a square foot and now he’s gotta scrap the bathroom and master bedroom plan

Dream is a graphic designer, works for advertising and brand designs but fucking hates it. his real passion is landscape art tho

Quackity and Sapnap are graffiti artists, they slam back monsters 24/7 to go on 2am runs to the train lot. Quackity is better with lettering art and Sapnap specializes with effects and stuff and likes spray painting people

Wilbur is a charcoal and pastel artist so. he’s just. covered in varying shades of grey.if he’s not grey he’s covered in blue, he spends his budget mostly on nice blues, usually sapphire and azure

Eret is a seamstress as well, same side effects as Puffy.they specialize more with elaborate outfits, whereas puffy is casual everyday clothes. he adores making the craziest prom dresses, and her best selling product is the strawberry dress, she owns like three version in different colors himself

George is an illustrator and is studying to be an illustrator in children’s novels, his style is very soft and sleepy in a way, nice cool pastels and round shapes. he’ll draw for like ten minutes and take a fat nap after

Purpled is a concept artist, wants to work for video game industry someday to design characters or freelance, he wears his drawing glove so much he just forgets to take it off and it’s part of The Fit (psssssh ofc i don’t do this also)

i’ll keep adding onto this and take suggestions

[sdv-mostly-shane]

not sure if this has been asked or written before, but what a about a 'sort of cryptid like farmer' and shane? a farmer that's just a little bit more on the non human side kinda thing, if thats alright

A special Spooktember treat for you guys- I hope you enjoy. Been saving this one until it was appropriately close enough to spooky season. Also- TIL that goblincore is a quite delightful aesthetic-read til the end to get the full ✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* vibes *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ they’re feral AND charming.

Just Goblin Things

Summary: There’s something sinister in Cindersnap Forest, and Shane is the one to come face to face with the creature. What he finds is a more than just a little magical, and he can’t wait to discover more.

Trigger warning : very brief, vague insinuations of alcohol; general spookyness.

“Seb, how many more until we can go back to my house?’

“Just a minute, Sam. I can hear one croaking just over there…“

“Yoba, what was that!-look, there in the bush!” A flash of green had caught Abigails eye, followed by a loud scrambling noise. She pushed herself off the ground, using Sam’s shoulder as a boost, and leaped toward the sound, searching for its maker.

“What kind of frog was that?”

“I didn’t even see anything. Probably just some raccoon or something.” They watched Abby crawl around a small thicket of bushes, peeking in between branches as she went. “Leave it alone, Abby, you don’t want to catch rabies.”

“Raccoons don’t have green eyes, Seb,” she said, as she perked her head up to listen to a faint crinkling of leaves. “Listen, do you hear that? It almost sounds like.. hissing?”

“What, like a snake?”

“No, like a-AH!” Abby shrieked, and fell back. The two boys ran towards her. “No, get back, it might see you!” She was referencing the massive pair of green speckled eyes that were now accompanied with a gnarly, toothy grimace emerging from the bush. From it, came an ungodly snarling and hissing.

“Alright, time to go,” Seb yanked the two teenagers away from the creature, and they started to run. Once they had made it inside Sam’s house, the trio slammed his bedroom door and jumped on the bed. They sat for a moment in silence, listening to each other’s panting breath. Abby began to say something, but Sebastian interrupted, “we’re not gonna talk about it. Just don’t-nothing happened. We didn’t see anything. Got it?” Abby huffed in frustration, and protested with him, arguing that they needed to get back out there and figure it out. All Sam could do was stare at his floor, stunned at what had just happened.

The next day, Sam went to start his shift at the Joja Mart on edge from the night before. Shane was working the freezer when he spotted him-he had picked up a packaged of individually sealed pancakes seven minutes ago and was still staring at it, unmoving. “Uh, you alright, bud?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it…” His voice seemed far away, but he managed to finally move, making to put away the product. He turned to him, “Shane, you live in Cindersnap Forest. Have you ever seen anything… weird… there?”

“You mean besides Mayor Lewis sneaking out the back window and crawling around the house, thinking I can’t see him?”

“What?”

“No, never seen anything.”

“Well we did, Abby, Seb, and I, last night.”

“And?”

“Well, nothing really actually happened-it just scared us, really. Made a really ugly sound and showed it’s teeth to us. It must have just been some animal… but the thing is… gah, I can’t even say it.”

Shane tossed a bag of multipurpose detergent at him, demanding, “C’mon, say it.”

“Ouch, Yoba, alright. I didn’t tell the others, but when we were running away, I looked back and.. and well, I saw it run away and it was on two legs like a person.”

“Hah, okay you got me. There’s nothing in that forest, kid, don’t think about it too much.” Shane slapped the back of Sam’s shoulder, bidding him to just do his work, and went about finishing the stocking. He’d look over, occasionally, to see the golden-haired teen zoned into space again, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to really care at that point; he just needed to get through his shift.

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Shane looked at his phone-11:26 PM. He’d gone out, not able to sleep, and forced himself to take a cold walk through the woods to avoid the saloon. Shivering, not just from the cold, he made his way over to the edge of the lake. He enjoyed watching the little sparkling fish swim, their silver scales glisten underneath the shallow water… Swishing and splashing and crashing-crashing? He flipped his body around to see the source of the crash-in front of the big tree, in a disheveled pile, sat the farmer. They were brushing the leaves out of their hair and dusting off their knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh! Goodness, Shane, you scared me.”

“You’re the one who fell out of the tree.”

The farmer finger-gunned, “You got me there,” and stood up, gathering the belongings that tumbled from their satchel.

Shane watched them, and smirked at seeing them covered in Earth matter-leaves, moss, dirt-it all seemed to have managed to stick to them as they tumbled down the tree. “You’re covered in dirt.”

“Oh, yeah I am.” The farmer brushed off their apron and body. Dirt, rocks, and leaves fell from their arms, but the moss stayed firmly attached.

Now with a clear view, Shane could see that their skin wasn’t quite right. It looked jaundiced from their shoulders down, where the color faded to a sickly vibrant green down to their finger tips. The moss had attached itself to their elbows and seemed to grow down to their fingertips. As the farmer moved about, their arms coming in and out of scattered streaks of moonlight, he could almost see it blinking at him. Was it growing on their arm? He blinked trying to make sense of it, “No, no I meant your arms have-“

“Oh, Hey Franklin.”

Shane’s jaw hung open on his words. Emerging from the Farmers.. arm moss?.. emerged a little frog. It opened and closed its mouth a few times before letting out a tiny ‘ribbit’.

“Yeah, I found this little guy a few weeks ago and he just didn’t want to leave. He likes to come with me on our nightly mushroom hunts.” Franklin went cross eyed as he focus on a little bug flittering past before catching it with a satisfying crunch. “Oh, that was a good one, Frankie.”

“Okay I’m gonna go now,” Shane regained control of his jaw, resolutely shoved his hands in his pockets, and started to turn away.

“Wait! You’re not gonna tell anyone my secret are you?”

“Tell them what, that you keep a secret frog hidden somewhere in your arm?”

“No, everyone should know about Franklin, he’s precious. I meant-you know what, can I just show you?” The farmer reached out their hand in an offer for Shane to grab.

He hesitated-he only barely knew the farmer, having really only seen them run past him at full speed with a pick axe held high above their head-but he was in desperate need of a distraction tonight.

The farmer, seeing his reservation, offered up, “come sit down with me, I’ll make us some tea.”

“I don’t drink tea.”

“Well I’ll tell you some of my other secrets?”

He was in too deep now, his curiosity overtaking his tentativeness, “Alright.” He accepted their hand; his fingertips flexed atop their hand, cushioned by the lush, damp covering of green.

Holding his hand, they led him to their crash-landing zone under the tree, where they sat down. As the farmer sat, legs tucked into each other, Shane thought he saw their body hesitate mid-air for half a second. He then was sure that he saw a little fairy ring of mushrooms pop out of the ground with a glimmering puff of orange dust as the farmers body finally made contact with the ground.

“Please, sit.” Shane pretended to not be concerned, but the farmer smiled to themselves as they spotted him cautiously glancing down to the ground as he gingerly lowered himself to sit. Satisfied, the farmer opened up their satchel and pulled out their trinkets for tea-two wooden cups, a shiny silver teapot with a mismatched spoon, and a box of vials and jars. Opening, smelling, taking, and closing the little jars, they began to make the tea. The beautiful earthy colors of the roots, grasses, and leaves peeled out over the edge of the cups. Craning their body, they reached over to the other circle of mushrooms where they crashed, and plucked a purple one.

As they filled the teacups, Shane watched in horror as the they grasped a moth straight out of the air, ripped a wing off, and shredded it into the two cups. He hoped to Yoba the ‘tea’ was done, but they pulled out one final vial. Swallowing, he asked, “Who’s hair is that?”

“Don’t worry about it.” The farmer pick up the teapot, cradling it in their palms. As the silver started to glow red hot, the farmers hair flew up, standing straight when the teapot began to steam. They poured the hot water into the cups.

“Okay, I get it, I know what this is.”

“What is?”

“I just had a few too many today, and I’m actually just super hammered right now and it’s making me see things. I’m gonna go to bed, now”

“But I didn’t see you at the saloon today?”

“Well, no, but if I think about it too much I’m gonna freak out a little bit,” he pushed his hands off to stand, “so I’m just gonna say that this isn’t real and-“

The farmer reached out their hand to him once more. He stood, frozen, as he watched twigs emerge from their fingertips, growing into branches, followed by leaves, and finishing with a delicate flower unfurling inches away from where he stood.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Take it.”

“Take it? But it’s.. attached.”

“Just take it,” the farmer smiled.

He picked it, cupping it in his palms, and brought it to his chest. He watched in awe as the flower petals began to sway, and tiny white fairies sprouted from the pollen. Transfixed, he stood holding his breath as the hazy creatures danced around the petals.

While he watched, eyes big and lit up, the farmer quietly pulled out from their satchel a little carved wooden chair. While Franklin hopped down and plopped onto the chair, the farmer plucked another tiny mushroom, removing the stalk, and tipped a mini-portion of tea from their cup into the cap. They handed it to Franklin who busied himself with dunking his head in and out of the tea and screaming into it.

Shane, remembering his need to breathe, finally gasped and attempted to sputter something intelligible out, but just as he thought of a semi-formed sentence, the dancing fairies suddenly burst into a frenzy of colorful fire. They continued their elaborate dance until the last of them fizzled out, and there was nothing left of the dancing flower except misty smoke and white ash.

“You can keep that-here, pour it into here,” they handed an empty vial to Shane, “sprinkle it on your doorstep and it’ll protect you and your loved ones.”

He did as he was told, not even questioning it at this point-he wanted to know more and how and why and what. Finished, he sat back down, facing the farmer, watching them lift the teacup to their lips. “So uh, does the tree thing happen a lot, or just at night, because I’ve seen you during the day and it doesn’t look like that.”

“No, you’re right, see the thing is, it’s when I- HHREEEEEEEEEK!”

Shane tumbled back in shock, catching himself with his elbows and hands. The farmer had let out an awful screech, showing their (formerly enchanting smile) now fanged row of gnarly teeth. In an instant, their eyes grew and melted into dinner plate-sized puddles of green. Shane yanked his head to match the direction of the farmers leer, where he saw a scruffy-looking opossum attempting to sneak their grubby hands around Franklin. The caught-and foiled-thief returned the farmers screech with a feral ‘hiss’ of its own, before it clambered back into dark bushes.

As quickly as the transformation happened, the farmer returned to normal just the same, meeting Shane’s stunned eyes with their own-now regular sized-smiling eyes. “Can’t be letting Franklin become someone’s snack, now can we?” They laughed and smiled to themselves, giving Franklin a little finger pat.

He was stunned, again. He blinked his way around the farmers face and body, searching for something that would make sense of his feelings. Was it repulsion? Fascination? Perhaps even a little attraction? The farmers little twinkling laugh would normally be very charming to him, but the circumstances of it were overwhelmingly frightening… if not still partially alluring. He settled his searching to focus on their smile-they offered it up so freely to him.

The farmer had waited for him to get settled back into a relaxed position before they continued, “Now what was it you were asking me, dear?”

“I was asking about your arms, that they normally aren’t literal trees,” he stoped, “dear?”

“Well, yeah. We’re friends now, aren’t we? Would you prefer me to call you something else?”

“… no, that’s fine.”

They sat together for a few moments in silence while the farmer drank their tea, and Shane gathered the courage to at least sip the leafy moth water. (It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad. He swished his tongue around his mouth to feel for any fuzzy winged remains, but couldn’t find any. It was smooth, and still hot. While he pondered, Franklin made a few flighty hops over to where his foot was resting, and jumped up onto his sneaker-he was trying to bite the laced up shoestrings.

He let out a little laugh-what a strange little animal. He looked up at the farmer and thought ‘what a strange little.. goblin.’ He let himself stare a bit-they didn’t seem to mind. They had taken off their hat by now, and revealed a pair of little pronged antlers that were hidden underneath. They were encrusted with clusters of crystals, which glittered with every turn and tilt of the farmers head. He continued to drink his tea, getting more accustomed to it with each sip, and watched the scattered moonlight refract off the crystals onto the ground. There, where the prismatic light met earth, a misting of teeny white flowers sprouted and bloomed. Shane had always been appreciative of the wonders of nature, but he had never seen it this beautiful. The farmer seemed connected to the earth, each breathing life into the other. It was humbling. And it-they-were beautiful.

The farmer finally caught his eye, and looked down, now a bit embarrassed. They didn’t mind the scrutiny-it wasn’t out of judgement, they knew, just curiosity. Truth be told, the feeling was more of self consciousness than anything. It was always daunting to show anyone their true selves, but to Shane? His gaze was so honest and searching that it was intimidating. Still feeling his eyes on them, the farmer briefly looked up through their lashes to give him a shy smile, and then turned their attention to the lake.

Shane broke the silence, “Any other goblins in their you wanna tell me about,” he motioned to the lake.

“Nah, that lake is occupied already.”

“Ah, I was just playing. Of course, it’s occupied with fish.”

The farmer was silent

He turned to them, only slightly panicky, “With fish right?”

“Mmhmm yeah fish, lots of fish.” They pursed their lips tight and took a nervous sip of their already empty tea.

Shane squinted to the water, studying it, and caught a glimpse of some bubbles rupturing on the distant surface. He scooted closer to the farmer.

With the shoulders pressed up against each other, the farmer reassured him, “Don’t worry, I got you,” and took hold of his hand.

Shane eased his body deeper against their shoulder with a sigh. He took a peek at the farmer’s face just in time to see an attractive blush warm their cheeks. He smiled, and rubbed his thumb over the tops of their knuckles. They sat together, watching the lake, while the moon rose higher in the sky.

“Did you call me a goblin?” The farmer broke the trance.

Shane let out a hearty laugh, “What other kind of magical creature sneaks around in the dark and scares neighborhood children?”

The farmer returned the laugh, and finger gunned once more, “you know what, you got me there again, Shane.” The pair filled the foggy air with the sound of their laughter, pushing their bodies still even closer together.

“If you don’t want your cover blown, you should probably stop doing that, you know, screeching at teenagers.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” the farmer said with a small growl and a wink.

It was Shane’s turn to blush, now. He looked down at their hands, still cupped together, and smiled. “What other magic secrets do you have?”

“ ✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* Let me show you.*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ “

[mrjoelgarcia9]

Let's Talk #SailorMoonEternal: The Differences

After five years, multiple production delays, a pandemic, and moving to a different streaming service, the fourth season of Sailor Moon Crystal finally came out as a two-part film under a new title.

Sailor Moon Eternal is far superior to Sailor Moon SuperS.

For a comparison of Sailor Moon Eternal, feel free to keep reading. There will be spoilers.

The Dead Moon Circus arc was adapted into two films instead of a fourth season of Crystal; the reasoning for this change was due to the manga arc being too short for a modern anime season. With a combined runtime of 160 minutes, the films span approximately seven TV episodes, which is around half of a modern season and shorter than some of the original anime's filler arcs.

Due to how much is presented within these two films, this review will be divided into two parts. Part 1 (this post) focuses on differences with the 90s anime, while Part 2 will center on the films themselves.

Here are some of the most notable differences.

Pegasus/Helios' Debut: In SuperS, he first appeared in Chibiusa's dreams. In Eternal, he first appeared to her, Mamoru and Usagi during the eclipse. This worked in both productions due to their context. On SuperS, it set up a mystery, while on Eternal, it was to avoid such mystery.

PallaPalla's Age Swap: In SuperS, she did it to resolve Usagi and Chibiusa's argument about age. In Eternal, she did it to distract them from their plans. This was better presented on SuperS, as it led to some internal conflicts for Chibiusa. In both versions, however, it was pointless.

Luna's Eyes: In both the original and Crystal, her eyes were red. In Eternal, they were now blue. The change was made for her human transformation, since her eyes were originally blue in the manga.

Hotaru's Reawakening: In Stars, Nehellenia's return caused Hotaru to become Saturn again. In Eternal, the eclipse causes her to rapidly age and regain her past memories. Both connected her reawakening to Nehellenia, but it made more sense in Eternal due to the eclipse disabling their powers.

Sailor Moon's Eternal Upgrade: In Stars, Saturn inexplicably orders everyone to give Sailor Moon energy. In Eternal, she naturally acquires the power from the combined full strength of her Guardians and Silver Crystal. It made more sense in Eternal due to the upgrade being justified, whereas on Stars it happened because merchandising reasons.

The Golden Crystal: In SuperS, it was possessed by Helios. In Eternal, it was Endymion's equivalent to Serenity's Silver Crystal. It made no sense in SuperS why Helios would have the item, and it would lead to a plot hole in Stars where Mamoru's Star Seed was Gold despite never possessing the Crystal.

Nehellenia's Fate: In Stars, Sailor Moon sent her back in time to relive her childhood. In Eternal, she outright kills her.

When it comes to Nehellenia, her backstory was drastically altered for SuperS. She became a friendless loser who thought she looked ugly and wanted to destroy Serenity because reasons. Eternal, on the other hand, basically turned her into Maleficent.

The films revealed that Nehellenia and Serenity met once before, when the latter was a newborn baby and the former cursed the Silver Millennium to its downfall. It presents a huge retcon, basically stating everything that had happened over on Crystal was all her fault.

However, it did turn her into a threat on the same level as Wiseman and Pharaoh 90, as opposed to the joke she was on the original anime. Her only flaw was how she apparently also wanted Endymion, which felt like a retread of Beryl's obsession.

The films also featured the animated debut of Ami's mother, a character who previously only appeared in the manga and the live action Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon. Rei's grandfather also appeared, albeit with a redesign. In the original, he was short and bald. In Eternal, he was tall with a full head of hair and a mustache that made him look like either Colonel Sanders or Sam Elliott.

Both the Amazon Trio and Quartet make appearances, with their roles being reversed. The Trio were subservient to the Quartet and killed by the Inner Guardians, similar to the Spectre Sisters from the second season of Crystal.

The Quartet were heavily expanded upon, eventually revealed to be Chibi Moon's future team of Guardians. It marked the first time they were acknowledged as Sailor Guardians outside of the manga, or fan fiction, since they disappeared in the anime right after SuperS. Also, unlike SuperS, they never bothered with disguises.

Until Part 2, thank you for reading!

[clarafyer]

(Bun's reblog is now officially part of this, thank you!)

Another tip that goes for every medium!

PHASES: Chunk up your process!

Now not everyone will agree on how someone should work their work, but once again: this is my personal advice. So something to again help you be more efficient is to chunk the process up into different phases.

THIS IS MY DIGITAL ART PROCESS, NOT EVERYONE DOES IT THE SAME WAY!!

Roughs: scribble out the basic idea with a large, low opacity brush (if you're on digital at least, trad. artists, just don't press your pen down too hard). Details are out of the question during roughs! You can also make a thumbnail, which is a smaller image you can use as reference. Thumbnails mainly help you focus on maintaining the composition (layout) of your piece.

Sketch: The sketch consists of basic expressions, fabric directions, furniture details, etc. You're basically making the average viewer able to tell what it is at the very least. Here you can get more creative and limit yourself less than in the roughs phase. Just remember that during the sketch, you are free to have straying lines and messy parts! Don't worry about them yet!

Lineart/Cleanup: Now how you do cleanup entirely depends on you, but there are two main ways to do it. Creating new layers, lowering the sketch opacity, and drawing completely clean lines. I personally don't do it this way, but there are plenty of situations where it is the appropriate thing to do like in industry animation or if your style is on the cleaner side! What I do is instead clean up and trim down the sketch. This helps me avoid the problem of the sketch looking better than the lineart, and saves a lot of time too!

Basic colors and lighting: Don't even think about shading those folds yet. Just get the basic colors down, some of the more essential lightings if there are any (like sun rays or a spotlight) and you will be done. Also, color in bulk! You have your color layer under the lineart layer, you can easily have the whole thing filled with a large brush and then just trim it down to fit inside the lines after.

Rendering: NOW you can do more complex shading. Clothing folds, background shadows, glowing objects of any kind, whatever! You're almost finished!

Post production: This is just stuff like filters, finishing touches on VFX, and your signature. Once you sign, you're officially done! Hooray!!!

Rendering: continued

A tip for rendering is to remember hard and soft edges, and mix them together. One of my inspirations, Samdoesart, utilizes this to the max in his rendering process.

(Sam Yang, "Makeup", April 18 2024, samdoesarts on Twitter)

Notice in the skin, you can see use of the airbrush tool but also a hard edge on more contrasting areas. This is what I'm talking about with hard edges and soft edges! It can make your art look 10x better!

MY PERSONAL ART TIPS! A big thread I'll be adding to

I too, was once a 10 year old gacha kid whose only drawings were a way too detailed catgirl persona and friends. I didn't have much in-person or online inspiration and help for a long time! So I'll help others earlier in their art journey (and perhaps the masters too, never not a good idea to try some advice!)

So let me spare some of you a few of the unnecessary mishaps during everyone's art life.

If you've never seen my blog before, hello! My name is Clara. I'm a neurodivergent teen artist, aspiring animator, and resident cat person. It's nice to meet you! If you'd like to know who you're taking advice from, here is some of my latest work!

Now without further ado, LET THE HELP COMMENCE!

STROKES: Fix stiffness in your poses!

To start off, a BIG thing I recommend for newish artists, is don't be afraid to draw loosely! The looser the lines, the less stiff the pose. And stiff poses are a very common issue within the community. Sure, your anatomy may look bad for the first while of drawing looser lines, but it will help you be more confident in strokes. The more confident the stroke, the more efficient an artist. The more efficient an artist, the faster you learn.

To practice loose lines, simply draw a long line as fast as you can. Over and over again. I know, that may seem boring, but it helps train your hand and arm to be faster. But if it's so much a hassle to do in your free time, then do it on the side of a worksheet if you're in school, or a sticky note if you're at work.

Speaking of practicing...

PRACTICE MAKES BETTER: Get over it!

I said the phrase wrong, didn't I? Oh wait, no I didn't. NO ONE IS PERFECT. And don't forget that! There will always be issues, problems, and mistakes in your art that you don't realize until the day after you've shared it with everyone you know. The artist is always their worst critic. So the best thing you can do is to keep at it. Practice your weak points to support the composition more, hone in your strong points to better make a focal point. Practice will always help, even if you don't see it. A slow pace is better than no pace!

"But Clara, what are my weak points? How do I know what I always mess up on!?" you may ask...

ANALYZING YOUR ART: Pros and cons!

Well, pick your latest finished piece and tear it apart (NO NOT LITERALLY OH GOD NO PLEASE-) I mean analyze it. Grab your pen and a separate paper, or just your notes app, and make a list of pros and cons in it. Doing this with multiple pieces is especially important, as with multiple examples, it's easier to find a pattern.

How about this, I'll give you an example!

Here we have a piece I made a few weeks ago. It's of my Western AU of my main cast of OCs. TIME TO NITPICK!

WEAK POINTS

- The clouds are too detailed compared to the rest of the composition

- The right horse seems very stiff (I already am aware I struggle with drawing animals nowadays)

- The funky hatching I did with the plateaus in the background just isn't working out as well as I thought it would anymore

- the god damn horse on the right

- The sky in the middle just seems far too empty. I could have added more indication of the sun at the top to add more noise

STRONG POINTS

- The color palette I chose blends well while having the colors still be sharp and clear against each other

- The entirety of the woman and her horse on the left

- The glitchy effect adds some zestiness to it that I love

- The whole thing looks quite cinematic, with a successful wide shot and the black bars imitating that of a movie's

- The inlines of the otherwise completely flat-colored silhouettes help define the overlapping shapes quite well

And there you have it, 5 pros and cons each I found in something you probably only noticed were little to none. No, I'm not bragging, it's an actual psychological phenomena where the artist notices so many more intricacies than the average outside viewer. Your mom isn't hanging up your art out of pity, GET THAT OUT OF YOUR HEAD! People love your art so much more than you do.

That's it for the first post. Don't worry, there'll still be more helpful tips coming! I just won't be able to fit everything in here with Tumblr's picture limit and all. Happy drawing!