#i have to let it sit in history

[wmnylander]

someone posted mo’s OT winner in game 3 as all star propaganda (real) and it felt like a kick to the kneecaps

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Wei Wuxian eats a watermelon. Yep!

[deoidesign]

how did u learn to paint?? like i just cant wrap my head around it

<3 I love answering asks like this!

You will have to bare with me, I don't save many of my studies, and my files aren't that organized so I don't have as many images as I would like.

The studies I've found most helpful for myself personally with painting are various master studies. (This is also, as always, alongside study of fundamentals.) And always follow a study with self-critique (and, if you can get it, outside critique!)

"Master" in this sense means anyone who you want to learn something from.

One way you can do this is by copying an artist's work directly. This is to try and understand some of their stylistic techniques. Leyendecker, Andrew Loomis, and John Singer Sargent are personal favorites of mine! I try to keep these quick, I'm not trying to get an exact copy.

I also get a lot out of copying photos. In this case, I'm not trying to glean some technique, rather, I'm trying to interpret the photo and explore my own stylizations.

(photo credit mountain men of alaska )

I also really enjoy taking a painting or piece that already exists, and making it "mine" by putting my characters in it haha, which is sort of a combination of master studies and photo studies!

(William Bruce Ellis - Covent Garden (1930)) (Barberini Faun)

And then, in my work that's not a study at all, I'm informed by all of these!

What master studies do is help me refine my style and practice my technique, but also I'm communicating with artists of the past through my art! They're teaching me! And I have so much to learn.

And of course... most importantly... I paint.

a lot.

I don't do as much study anymore, not because I feel I've learned all I need to, but because for work I draw 50+ drawings a week. 'Drawing for work' and 'study' occupy the same space in my brain and I need some fun drawing time!

So to sum up, draw a lot, reference constantly, and copy the people you want to draw more like!

(and, of course, when doing a study off of someone else's work, always give them credit. If it's your photos there's no need.)

[tuttle-did-it]

As someone who has worked on war and history in an academic setting, the rise of Trump all felt incredibly familiar to everything I've read and seen.

When Trump started shouting into the void, I said that he reminded me of Vollmer, the character Dennis Hopper played in The Twilight Zone episode, 'He's Alive.'

(First thing's first, please try to go watch this episode and then read the rest of this, because the episode was incredibly well done.)

Everyone told me that Trump was just a harmless clown-- that no one would really vote for him. That I was inventing absurdities just because I don't like Republicans and Trump. He's just a joke. He's a sexist, homophobic, racist, transphobic rapist. And no one would vote for him. We're too civilised for this, now. We've evolved as a species, and that will never happen again.

Everyone got a pretty clear reality when people did, enthusiastically, salivate over the idea of having a sexist, homophobic, racist, transphobic racist in power. And over the past few years, he's become enveloped in his own conspiracy theories and hatred. And I am still strongly reminded of Vollmer every time I see Trump speak.

For those who are not aware, the episode is about a tiny, useless little white man who craves power and adoration. (spoilers for a 61 year old show below.)

A man in the shadows teaches Vollmer how to capture the attentions and hatred of the white audiences and rise to power. The phantom is eventually revealed to be Adolph Hitler.

S4 E4, Episode aired Jan 24, 1963, Written by Rod Serling, directed by Stuart Rosenberg.

Rod Serling's Opening Monologue:

Key scene where the Phantom (Hitler) teaches Vollmer from the shadows. Tell me that Trump and the other Republicans have not learned these lessons just as well as Vollmer ever did.

Rod Serling's End Monologue:

All of this has happened before. All of this IS happening again. Make no mistake-- Trump is unstable, and doesn't know about half the lies that come out of his mouth every day. But if you think, for a second, that this man has your best interests in mind? You are going to get a very, very harsh dose of reality. But not before millions of people suffer at the hands of this monster, and will for many, many years to come.

[gio-cosmo]

HE’S HERE

[jrueships]

zesty lowkey just another way for str8 ppl to say faggot / faggy and get away with it

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

Gempearl or Pearleo drabble perhaps? ^_^

WARNINGS ; DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE & (REPEATED) MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH.

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“I’m sorry … I’m sorry. Sorry, sorry! My bad… I didn’t — I didn’t think they’d die so quick…” Not again. It was happening again. "Wooooah!" "You did it, Pearl, you did it!" "Stop stealing all my kills!" She could barely hear their exclamations over the voices echoing in her head. Her own voices. Or, rather, voices' of who she had once been, what she had once done, of what she was doing again. [ “Get her! Get ‘er, babies! GET ‘ER! Hahaha… OH! Oh." ] [ “Yes! Oh — Oh… Oh my gosh… ooooh my gosh…" ] It was always her. Every time. No matter what she did, no matter what she tried… It was always by her hand. It was always the same.

ZombieCleo fell to their death while fighting PearlescentMoon.

[ "Oh — Martyn—! AH—" The scream was ear-piercing. It was a strangled, deluged sound as Cleo's airway was flooded with a salty sanguine, as she choked on the sticky substance filling her mouth, drowning in her own blood. A branch was embedded straight through her torso, the bough skewering right through her abdomen and entrails. The sight was a beautiful conglomeration of death and life; a rotting corpse impaled by an evergreen conifer. Her blood dripped to the ground and seeped into the soil like plantwater, sinew would soon putrefy and wither off Cleo's carcass to serve as fertilizer... The tree's branches would continue to grow, life would prosper from their death, and the spurs would soon contort and twist around her corpse in an ethereal state of thigmatropism and occlusion. She'd look absolutely beautiful. "I don’t feel any remorse!" And she didn't! She'd been waiting to kill Cleo for a long, looong time. Ever since the first session. Such a pity she could only do it once. She'd love to see that look on Cleo's face again - the horror, the terror, the foreboding realization that Pearl was about to take her last life, that permadeath was approaching, that it would be Pearl's scythe that would harvest their soul... She didn't think she could ever grow tired of that expression. "Why, you kill my dogs, you might as well be killing me at that point, haha…!" Pearl took Cleo's limp hand, the skin already beginning to grow cold, and lightly pressed her lips against the back of the corpse's hand. Then, she sunk her teeth into the decayed muscle tissue, ripping out a healthy chunk of a hypodermis and tendons, and spitting out the flesh she'd managed to tear off onto the forest floor. She'd never been a fan of rotten flesh, but her puppies loved it, digging into the flesh like a buffet as they gouged themselves' on the zombie's marrow. She smiled. She'd always have a piece of Cleo with her, now, forever! Inside of her dogs. ]

ZombieCleo was slain by PearlescentMoon.

[Hell hath no fury like a mother. Hell hath no fury like Cleo. Her rage was silent, an unspoken fury, an animalistic ire. The frenzy of a mother who had just lost their last child, whose sons had both met their untimely end, a woman with no regard for her own life, as they had nothing left to live for. She had nobody waiting for her to come home to them - no kids who needed her protection, who she had to stay alive to be there for, because there weren't here anymore. But like Hell she was going to join them without putting up a fight first. Without trying to drag the one who had killed her son down to the depths of Hell with her, kicking and screaming, clawing and crying. "Wait, hold on, nonono, we can't be killing Grian—" "PEARL! Do something about this!" Pearl hadn't been intending to kill Cleo. Not now, not seconds ago. She hadn't pushed them off that ladder to kill her — there had been water at the bottom, she'd thought she would land unscathed, surely, just a little goof. But they hadn't. Pearl had said she didn't regret it - and that was true. How could you regret doing something you'd never even thought through? You couldn't regret something you hadn't even done on purpose. That was an accident, a mistake, not a regret. All she was trying to do was to get Cleo to stop attacking Grian. To crit her a few times until she backed off when she was low on health and they all stopped fighting. But they hadn't backed off. Even when they must have been on the verge of death, they didn't make the smart decision and back off when they were being one-v-three'd, the zombie only dug her own grave deeper. She had made their bed, right next to her children's, and they intended to lay in it. The zombie left no corpse behind. There was no carcass to speak of. No cadaver, no viscera, no innards; she was there one second, and gone the next, a flash of lighting erasing every remnant of their existence. The only indication of what she had done, that Cleo had ever been, was the blood. The blood staining her blade. The blood staining her clothes. The blood staining her hands. She had just been trying to protect Grian. She really hadn't meant to kill them. But she had. She had too. It was their own fault, really. Pearl just wished they hadn’t let herself be blinded by grief. It could have easily been avoided. If she had two nickels, it wouldn't be a lot, but it was sure weird she’d killed her twice, huh? ]

ZombieCleo was slain by PearlescentMoon.

Three times makes a pattern. [ “I was super excited to be in an alliance with you…” ] She really had been. Pearl thought they could be friends this time. Things could be different. She could make it end differently. Cleo had never liked to be defined by fate, anyway, had they? They'd defied fate before. She could do it again. And, yet, no matter what Pearl did, no matter how hard she tried, it always seemed to end the same. With Cleo's blood on her hands. And, whenever she finally managed to clean them, she was forced to sully them again with the same blood she was doomed to spill over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Wasn't it tragic? The killer in love with the corpse she was always doomed to kill. The corpse in love with its' killer no matter how many times she plunged a dagger into her heart. Cleo always forgave her. Pearl never forgave herself.

Why don't you see the pattern by now? I'm going to kill you. I keep killing you. Why do you keep letting me kill you? I don't want to kill you. I can't get your blood out from underneath my fingernails. I can't get the smell of decay out of my nose. You only have one life left. I already took your second. I'm going to take your last. Don't let me. Please, please, just run, just hide, just don't let it be me again. It can't be me again. ... I don't want it to be me again.

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the most doomed yuri ever. i am always thinking about how pearl was responsible for TWO of cleo's permadeaths IN A ROW ... pearl can NOT stop murdering her gf FR !!! anyway this is the in the pov of pearl after she took cleo's second life in secret life and realized the Cycle was Doomed to continue !! // @mcytblingsbracket

[kaseyskat]

being both a sparrow apologist and a normal enthusiast is so difficult sometimes I am sitting here imagining them bonding and crying over canon and so few people truly understand me

[wizardemotions]

sometimes i like to think abt my plat quartet meeting their canon counterparts or having dreams of canon events. this is because i want to see my plat quartet draco suffer a little bit

[heartbeetz]

As people who took a break from regular selfship posting for March 2nd start to come back online and pick up where they left off, I just want to leave a little reminder. Please do not ever stop caring about people in Gaza. Do things in real life, not just online. Talk to people. Help how you can. Show support. Learn and retain. Don't let Palestine or the genocide leave the public consciousness. Not now. Not ever.

[morningmask27]

I'm going to be bitching about Star for a while now. I'll tag them all with #asc spoilers, but really what the fuck was this book?

[elitisim]

your last conversion was a godsend oml thank you. pls consider converting more of hairs like that🥺 my black male sims are strugglinnnn' chi😩😩😩 i saw that post and was like PRAISE THE LORDT.

Aww thank you 🥺💖! I'm glad you like it! 🥰

And yes, there’s definitely more black male hairstyles coming down the pipeline! Like, originally I really wanted to do this huge mega pack of all of sheabuttyr’s loc collection for men for black history month, but trying to get it all done by the end of the month stressed me tf out so bad that I kind of scrapped that idea.😭

Instead I think I’m gonna try drop one one hair everyday/every other day for the rest of the month. Then maybe one or two a week until I finish it.

[mcybree]

Random limlife Scott rant, GO!

I got this ask and decided that I’d give it my best shot but got so mad on my skim through some of the moments I remembered that I gave up.

[pepprs]

acnl is a superior game to acnh in almost every way except the graphics. it’s actually making me mad

[propalahramota]

Ah, yes, the great medieval superpower - La Marks

[miallurk]

In these days i realized i like art and writing and creating and shopping and taking walks and talking to people and cleaning and helping and studying and doing things but i'm just. too stressed, tired and burned out to do them. How great!