#center stripes

[thorsenmark]

Rarely Stopping But Finding Time to Stop and See Mountains by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While standing in the center of Texas State Highway 54 with a view looking north and to the ridges and peaks of the Guadalupe Mountains and the national park. One lone raven is caught in flight just right of the image center.

[idroolinmysleep]

Fifty Shades of Yellow

From the realm of things you never gave a second thought to because they’re all supposed to be the same, I just learned that the center stripes on roads are actually painted in a different shade of yellow for every state. You’d think that something as safety-critical as road markings ought to be standardized so that people don’t get confused upon crossing state lines, and … well, there is a standard, but it has enough latitude to allow each state to choose their own special tint. Why? Because America, that’s why. Freedom!

Read on for color nerdery (and very possibly talking out of my ass, because color is hard).

Anyway, the color is 33538 from FED-STD-595, where it’s defined with a set of coordinate values in the CIE 1931 (a.k.a. CIE XYZ) color space. More than just a federal standard, this color is also subject to international agreements, so it’s sometimes called “international traffic yellow.”

Seems pretty straightforward, right? The Feds tell you the color, you go use the color. But here’s the problem: FED-STD-595 only defines the color, not the medium with which it will be applied in the real world. For that, there are paint specifications. Of the three I’ve found (TT-P-15, TT-P-1952, and A-A-2886, though there are probably more), each allows a deviation of up to 6.0 units ΔE (Delta E) from FED-STD-595.

Del-whaa??? Oh, back up, let me explain. ΔE is a way to quantify color differences, and it’s measured on a scale from 0 (exact same color) to 100 (exact opposite colors). A ΔE of 1 or less means the color difference is considered imperceptible to the human eye. Values between 2 and 10 mean the colors are close, but perceptibly different (side-by-side, is my guess).

Without getting too far into the weeds, I’ll also mention that ΔE is measured in the CIELAB color space, not CIE XYZ. CIELAB is derived from CIE XYZ, but it’s easier to interpret. Values can be converted directly between CIE XYZ and CIELAB, so it’s a useful space to work in.

While ΔE quantifies color differences, it doesn’t indicate the direction of that difference. So if my interpretation is correct, this means the paint standards allow a total variance of 12 units ΔE, centered on 33538 yellow. That leaves a lot of room for each state to pick its own favorite shade and still fall within the guidelines.

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

Even Bears Have to Obey the Posted Speed Limit! (Blue Ridge Parkway) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While at a roadside pullout along the Blue Ridge Parkway. The setting is looking to the south with a black bear that was meandering down the road. I captured a few images as it moved back-and-forth from one side to the other. This one image I liked most out of the collection as it had the bear seemingly looking at the posted speed limit sign.

[choccy-milky]

I’m just curious to know, what does Clora look like in the actual game of Hogwarts Legacy?

back when i played the game there were no mods, so she looked like this. but now, thanks to mods and @hogwartslegacypics, we've managed to get clora more similar to how i envision/draw her! (unfortunately the skirt + tie combo i draw her in is still impossible, but I FORTUNATELY AM NOT BOUND BY THE LAWS OF THE GAME)

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

Poll's Origin Story (kind of)

Stardust wanders. That's their whole thing. They are a spirit, or more accurately an... entity? Minor deity? It's a little complicated, but what is important is that they wander, and they wander wherever they want. One day, they ended up in just the right place at the right time.

That little egg that Stardust found ended up being Poll, Of course.

It's a little hard to glean how long Poll was in the Federation labs and why they were made. Like many of the other eggs, Poll doesn't talk about what happened (if they remember at all) and generally pretends like it never happened. As far as they could figure out though, Poll had gone through all the testing and was in storage until the right set of islanders arrived.

Having spent their entire life surrounded by Federation employees, Poll's dragon form was *very* different from what it is today, to say the least.

After spending a little while around Stardust, their form changed to the one we know and love! Although since their papa is a shapeshifter too, their form resembles the dragons their genetics are from instead of their papa.

[sysig]

Getting closer, getting really close now I swear (Patreon)

[arsonistmp3]

sf muni fast passes i miss u so so bad

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

just a note- ae really love the variety you get in birds. like yeah obviously there's a huge difference between ostriches and mourning doves. and yeah you've got birds that are rainbow or bright blue or green or even purple. but you've also got birds with vibrant bright blue beaks and birds with neon red legs. you've also got birds with blue eyes and purple eyes and pink eyes and red eyes and multicolor eyes and silver eyes and every color under the sun basically. in other words, it's really cool how different every species of bird is, even from other species in the same genus. ae like them

[thorsenmark]

Making My Way Along the Highways of West Texas by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: A setting looking to the north at a roadside pullout along Texas State Highway 118. My thinking in composing this image was to use the road and center stripe as a leading line into the image with Elephant Mountain and other peaks of the Big Bend Ranges off in the distance. I took advantage of the swiveled out LCD screen and used LiveView to center and line up the image as well as finding a focus point. I later worked with control points in DxO PhotoLab 5 and then made some adjustments to bring out the contrast, saturation and brightness I wanted for the final image.

[pheidippidestriesthings]

Doodle while working because today was very frustrating, and these old men and their queerplatonic partnership live in my head rent free.

I have decided that I don’t care if my art has the mass appeal that digital art has- it brings me joy and thats all that matters.

[goldiipond]

pride month is great for art becuase i have soo many ideas and a whole month to draw them! this doesn’t mean i will draw them but the amount of time i have to think about it is nice

[lacefuneral]

my cousin rules. i saw her today for new years and she handed me a little bag of OFMD con merch. will share photos when i get home

[strawberryyyblood]

Another little redesign practice. I've got the head and face shapes down pretty well, but still trying to get the body anatomy to where it looks right to me.

[penguin251159]

Thank you for tagging me @elliecreed!

I once again took way too long doing this cause i was thinking TOO much! And somehow, I thought this would be easier than the movie tag? Ha! No! Worse! Lmao...and then I had to redo it cause I had Jack Black yelling in my head over forgetting Led Zeppelin 🤣

Anyways, I tag @7nessasaryevils and @rikotin if either of you feel like tormenting yourself over music like I did lol...and anyone else who sees this and feels like it!

[pebblezone]

Wait omg Apple changed the essential albums for The Beach Boys this is so fucking based

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader. husband nanami, whiney nanami, brēeding, cowgirl, mdni. adding to this

riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose. focusing his weight purely on his rocking chair, the continuous creaks sing as you’re rutting back and forth. “s- sweetheart,” he slurs in a dreamy tune, a baritone-like rasp falling on his words. one hand of his grips toward your waist, tracing a thumb against the pretty curvature of your torso. whining yourself, you lean in toward his neck to bury your face near the crook, but he makes you collapse back. “no, no. don’t hide from me, wanna see those eyes,” and as gentle, mahogany irises meet your own, he groans. “good girl, my good girl. jus’ keep lookin’ at me, yeah.”

“kennnn,” you whimper, the repetitive dragging of your hips scratching a bittersweet carnal itch near the insides of your brain. his body heat was scorching hot, you thought you were gonna melt. the insatiable skin slapping against skin makes you deliriously numb, you want more. with your loose jaw hanging itself open, drooping—you lean in to lick a stripe up his neck. “fuck, ‘s good. mhm,” and each time you slam back and forth against him, he kisses his teeth. nanami’s sweating profusely, he barely even notices though because his entire attention’s focused on you. his pretty girl. although, the moment you start to dip your hips in a deep circular rotation, he tosses his head back.

“fuckin’ s- shittt,” he swears, and even his curses sounded so blissful . . sinful. for the first time in forever, nanami whines. the palm of his hand then closes in on your ass to give it a good firm squeeze. with fawn strands covering his eyes, he starts to shake. with his hefty chest heaving and a needy tone pouring from his voice, his gaze meets yours once more. “marry me, m- marry me, i need you to be my wife, please.”

an eyebrow of yours quirk upward at his words as a smile pierces its way against your spit-slicked lips. you throw your arms over his broad shoulders before giving him a sweet reply.

“hm?” and your hips had him going insane—the tempo, it was just right. not too fast nor too slow. the centers of your jittery knees bury itself into the sides of the chair before you whisper into his ear. “did you forget, baby? ‘m already your wife.”

nanami moans, your voice was enough to make him spasm right then and there—you sounded so sweet but your insides felt even sweeter.

your sloppy cunt grips against him tight like a vice, simply clinging onto him for dear life. within each pull and bounce against his lap, your walls were so gummy and goopy. it was just tantalizing. you were nothing but a tease and he only craved for more as each second passes.

taking in every inch of his thick cock, you hold back a noise yourself. digging the edges of your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress an incoming squeal, you kiss his neck — it was slow, you create a soft trail of butterflies with your lips. marking his neck with your own wings that press against your mouth.

“hah, oh . . are we?” he responds, panting. with a hand still glued to your hip like it’s made of adhesive, his eyes meets his ring finger. you and him were definitely still married. he groans, feeling a lump in his throat equivalent to the size of a saucer. “ah, forgive me sweetheart. ‘m sorry, y- your hips are just so..”

he doesn’t even bother trying to finish his trembling sentence before his cock kisses up against your g-spot once more. not just an ordinary kiss though, a french kiss.

it’s sloppy, passionate, and exquisitely thorough.

tangled fingers of yours claw at his cerulean blue dress collar. with cobwebs and cobwebs of slick saliva sloshing against each mouth — he huffs, shivering from your hands to roam further down his work shirt he wore. nanami was sexily slouched back, two thighs spread open for you with a single leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

oh, he was close. his base sags and hangs as you’re rutting against him quicker and quicker. with a nice amount of fingers scraping through his hair and toying your fingertips with his scalp, you dip your tongue further into his mouth. “m- my love,” he purrs, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him so whiney. his voice was melodic at most, each breaking syllable making the throbbing between your legs intensify. “don’t stop, please—i love you, i love you.”

“i love you too ‘ken,” you babble, feeling the elastic stretch curve and pull through your walls.

your lips part and you moan before feeling him hold your waist tight. nanami groans against your ear and it’s so low that it was almost a mere growl. it could have easily been mistaken as a growl with the raspiness in his voice. with your knees continuing to plow deeper into the chair, bouncing back and forth, he spanks you, again, and again, and again.

nanami’s about to come, you know once his prettily blown irises roll wayyy back until he’s seeing white and his thin brows curl into a proper furrow.

each sloppy bounce against his lap punctuates so good that he’s barely able to hold his moans back by now. you had him hooked. his faint poking dimples press together as he tries to speak, but instead of words, another dragging whine escapes. leaning up against his ear, your warm breath tickles his lobe. “c’mon, kento. cum in me, ‘s okay. make a mess in me, baby.”

“f- fuck, keep talk to me just like that, sweetheart ‘n i might,” he replies back in a shaky tone, feeling a chill reside up his spine.

your cunt’s addictive warmth was preparing to milk him for all that he’s worth. as he clenches down on his jaw for the umpteenth time, his grip against your waist tightens. “ugh, ‘s gonna be so much. so much for you, my sweet l- love,” and as he’s rambling, a thick load abruptly shoots into your core, dribbling into your womb. it’s hot, and when it rains it pours. nanami swallows thickly, the same lump that lived in his throat was now forming into a ball. your hips steadily slow down and you glance down to see the lewd mess emitting deeply into you. it’s so much—it’s velvety, creamy ropes of cum that quickly fill you up to the very top. as his tip spits such sloppy amounts of seed into your starved cunt, he bites his lip. “oh, ‘s still comin’ out. forgive me, ‘m givin’ you all of me, princess.”

with a soft smile, you kiss near the crevice of his mouth where a tiny crinkle caresses and marinates against his soft features. “don’t apologize for being dirty, ken. ‘s okay.” and his face softens at your words. nanami feels his body shudder with heat from how gentle you were with him.

you’re clinging onto him dry and he’s still pumping you full of ridiculous inches—featuring his beloved, syrupy textured cum. it’s a whopping amount that he could barely process how much he’s gifted to you until he actually looks down. the moment chest deflates, the sensitive crown head of his cock gives your sweetest spot its final chaste kiss. satisfied with being filled to the very brim, you don’t get off just yet. instead, you remain there, gently brushing your hips forward.

“m- marry me,” he repeats, his voice cracking.

nanami hears the squelches and spurts your own pussy makes from the residue of cum spewing from the undersides of your legs. “ah,” and he grips your chin, attempting to kiss you but his lips instead reach toward your chin. you worn him out, he’s barely even reaching your mouth and it’s cute. nanami’s got hooded half lidded eyes and a pried open mouth. he’s almost drooling for you, that’s how whipped you had him. “be my wife, i need you.”

kissing his cheek, you smile at his current pussy drunken state. taking a mental image to savor this moment forever, a thumb brushes its way against his tender cheek. “i'm your wife already, silly,” and his eyes dramatically roll back in rapture again. nanami’s releases always last long, and he’s still getting over it. his dick twitches from the sound of your voice, and he wanted more of his sweet sweet wife. the feeling of your sopping walls squeezing him for every ounce of cum he’s got makes him grunt. it feels so good that it’s almost heavenly. it’s warm and insanely sticky — oozing in ropey wads from your hole before trickling all near his lap. “all yours, ken.”

“all m- mine,” he repeats breathlessly, gently grabbing your wrist up to his mouth.

with a sheepish exhale leaving his lips, a free hand slithers its way toward your tummy. sighing deeply, nanami makes direct eye contact. “my love,” he repeats for a final time, and you gasp once he suddenly pulls out.

pouting for a second at feeling empty, he makes you lie flat on your back. nanami’s got a feral look in his eyes, broad shoulders raising up and down and messy unkempt strands all in his face, he wants one thing tonight and it’s you.

as he spreads your quavering legs open with a single hand, he then creeps two fingers toward your stuffed cunt to smear his cum near your entrance. “since we’re already married, let me g- give you a baby, sweetheart. you’d be such a good m- mommy.”