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And in the end we found our stage We gave these words of strength
#black veil brides#bvb#andy biersack#andy bvb#wretched and divine#wretched and divine bvb#vale#vale bvb#maeve.gif#guy of all time š¤#valeposting#flashing tw#tw flashing#(if anyone needs a specific tw for these please lmk!!!)#anyway uh yeah new idea dropped#credit given where credit is due shout out to miwtual's glitch tutorial#literally could not have done this gifset without it#fun fact there were about ten different versions of the text i tried before i finally settled on this one#shout out to sam for helping me through my creative block#would love to have the text transition but i am not at that level yet#ok tag rant over now prommy#wait one more actually#IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND APPRECIATE ALL VALE SONGS YES EVEN INCIPIENS AD FINEM#ok now i'm done
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I'VE BEEN REBLOGGED BY NEIL GAIMAN, I'VE PEAKED AS A TUMBLR USER
#I've Made It#that also explains my activity page rn#the tag tutorial post usually has bursts so I didn't really look at what caused the latest one#but my partner follows neil and was casually scrolling and was like HEY UH GUESS WHAT#milestone
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thee simplest way to download video and audio from youtube (and more): yt-dlp
after seeing the "download yt videos with vlc" post i wanted to make a short guide to yt-dlp ā which can download from a ton of sources (i've downloaded from tubi, took two minutes) and convert to mp3, and more, in the simplest least obtrusive way possible: the command line [1]. will you humor me if i call it the wizard method and commands are invocations?
here's the installation guide; i recommend just using the release binaries (see here for where to put the file on windows). that's it, now you can download stuff. this is the basic usage:
open your terminal / shell / cmd / whatever
optional: if you're not in the right folder, use cd [path] to go there
to download something and keep it in the same format, type yt-dlp [link] and press enter. that's it
to convert youtube to mp3 (for example), the command is yt-dlp -x --audio-format mp3 [link] (-x converts video to audio and --audio-format selects the output format). you'll need ffmpeg installed (which is also super useful for converting video)
if something doesn't work, try using yt-dlp -U to update and that usually fixes it :)
[1] there are gui options but i've never used them, and i advise you to become comfortable with basics of the line anyway. the big advantage of the cli is that the interface never changes and there's no digging through menus
#its weird that it doesnt seem to be well known; i only found out about it bc my distro came with a video downloader based off youtube-dl#uh not gonna tag it bc it wont show and i wouldnt know what to tag it as anyway#so enjoy. embrace the command line its super useful and reliable#yt-dlp#tutorial
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#tag talk#I feel good cause a new friend at work said something about how my boyfriend hasn't talked much to him since meeting me#And I was like uh oh I do not want to be that bitch#and I know he's been trying to organize some kind of game might and I was like rip you can't get him to play stardew valley with you#and I don't like stardew valley so I was like hey what about minecraft? because if I get them playing together on a realm then It's fixed#so anyway now I might have a new server and friend group to play with and hopefully I'll be less in the way of the preexisting friend group#because I'm really conscious of when I'm the reason stuff goes poorly so I don't wanna be a reason friends don't hang out anymore.#cause that shit sucks. jealous girlfriend type can go die I ain't about hogging people I don't feel good about it.#I just want everyone to get along and be friends#I'm putting in the work to learn bedrock mechanics. that's how committed I am to this. I hate variations on an established base.#it's the autistic in me for sure. I loathe multiple versions of songs. there can only be one true version. one right answer. all else is bad#so the slight discrepancies between bedrock and Java drive me absolutely nuts bonkers up the wall#I read a really good twilight fanfic and it rewired my brain and now I'm forever mixing up which is cannon and which is fanfic#because my brain immediately booted the version I preferred less and installed the new fanfic version as the correct right version#anyway. I'm hunting tutorials that actually explain the mechanics and taking notes so I know how to adjust the designs for aesthetics#because you need the minimum mechanical base to work before you can ad lib a building style and design onto the structural framework#I figured out the iron farm mechanics so tomorrow I think I'm gonna work on gold farm stuff. and redstone I just want to learn myself
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I think I should be allowed to eat garlic bread at 10 pm. For fun.
#uh oh guys ace stereotype#crumnch#[insert cool original post tag]#pintrest is showing my tutorials and mannnn do i wish i had a loaf of bread and some garlic and also was not afraid of accidentally burning#-down the house#i suppose i could make garlic bread in the toaster but that makes a lot of noise#cw food#< just in case
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Look, I know things are rough out there, and critical thinking skills, especially on social media, are still, uh. Questionable (to say the least). But credit where credit is due, because I have also seen (to a degree I did not see in the last two major presidential elections, 2016 and 2020) the following things, a lot:
General hype posts for voting/democracy/Kamala Harris/Democrats (and even before Biden dropped out, a lot of hype posts for him too);
Blockbuster engagement with my recent pro-voting/pro-blue/pro-Kamala posts, to the point where I had to turn off notifications not because there was fuckery happening in my notes (as had OFTEN been the case before) but because I simply couldn't keep up;
Lots of high-note (10k+) posts regularly crossing my dash, written to cater to every kind of leftist/liberal/blue-leaning voter, encouraging and exhorting them to vote no matter what;
Information about Project 2025 and Republican extremism;
Forceful corrections of misinformation about Kamala's record;
Comparisons of Trump and Kamala on key issues;
Mince-no-words callouts of Trump and Republican fascism;
A tutorial!!! On how to identify an obvious psy-op anti-voting blog!!! And encouraging people to do the same/block/report!!
A constant stream of information about how to register to vote/check your voter registration/make sure you haven't been purged;
General slapdowns of tired old anti-voting narratives;
Whenever I put tags on political posts, the suggestions are always in the vein of "vote democrat, vote blue, vote kamala, please vote," etc, even though I have not used them all, indicating that those are the site-wide popular tags for similar posts;
And more!
And like. Guys. I realize there is always the task of emptying the ocean with a bucket when it comes to combating misinformation/disinformation, ESPECIALLY election misinformation/disinformation. I also tend to be grumpy, short-tempered, and cynical (and generally have zero tolerance) about its presence, just because I am old and tired and have seen this all before and know how it ended. But as I said: credit where credit is due. I have never seen all this happening on Tumblr before, and it gives me hope. Kudos.
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you never said what kind of shape now did you
get ready for halloween, draw the silly little guys
#this is that one rat drawing tutorial all over again#star shaped cat. his name is starious#cat#halloween#art tutorial#do I add my art tag to this#uh#rubys art#wait was it a rat drawing tutorial or a mouse drawing tutorial. i forgot#whatever uhh#ruby reblogging#friends art :3
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Please me- Michael Gavey x Reader
Hello! I've been obsessed with all the smut stories I've been reading on this app about several charactersā¦ so I've written something I thought of.
Please be kind since English is not my first language and it's the first thing +18 I've ever written ( I kinda took advantage that I was ovulating to imagine the most dirty scenarios and write them hehe)
I plan to divide them in three parts.
I hope you like it.
Warning Tags: 18+ ONLY. Smut, Oral Sex (Reader receiving), Embarrasing himself.
Part 2
It was a Friday evening, and the campus was almost empty. Half the students were either at local pubs, attending parties, or had gone home for the weekend.
Almost everyone, except for Michael. He had stayed behind without any plans, as usual. As a "Norman no-mates" kind of student, he found himself without an invitation to any parties.
He decided the best use of his time was to begin working on the final list of problems he had due in a month.
He didnāt want to be with those wankers anyway.
He had no need to study or even tryāmath was just so obvious and simple. Yet, he made his way to the library, trying to escape his pristine bedroom for a while.
When he walked into the library, he didnāt expect to see you there, sitting at a table with your bare legs crossed, leaning into the table, focused on a paper you were working on.
Everybody at school seemed to gravitate towards you and your group of friends, thanks to Felix Catton.
Michael couldnāt begin to understand what was so interesting about that damn bloke.
Even his best mate and only friend, Oliver, had found himself enjoying the company of Felix and his superficial group of friends rather than his.
How can anyone be friends with someone who doesnāt even have an ounce of gray matter?
They must all be idiots.
Every one of them. Including you.
He had decided that the first time he met you during tutorial sessions with Professor Ware. He didn't even understand how you ended up paired with him for tutoringāyour majors clearly displayed you were opposites, and he liked to think he was the smartest one.
On top of that, he believed people were a mere reflection of the friends they surrounded themselves with. So, what does it say about you if you are friends with the most superficial twat on campus?
No matter how pretty he thought you were, with those plump lips, big eyes and soft curvesā¦ You still were a vapid cunt.
...Or were you?
Michael Gavey wouldn't call himself your friend, but unlike everyone else, you never dismissed his presence. You were always quick to challenge his aggressive comments in the classes you shared, often proving him wrong.
Your friends, of course, found it amusing, but you never laughed. He considered you the smartest among themānot as smart as him, of course, but not sharing the same brain cell as your mates.
Sometimes, during lectures or in the halls, he caught himself watching you. Dressed in expensive clothes, you navigated the halls with an air of confidence.
He found your outfits too revealing, almost inappropriate for lectures, yet he was secretly grateful for the glimpse they offered him of your long legs and cleavage.
You were too pretty and nearly as smart as him. And you knew it, which only made things worse.
You seemed to be every guy's dream.
Every guy, including him.
Damn it.
"Michael? What are you doing here?" you asked, noticing him standing frozen in front of you, staring and holding some books.
"Uhā¦ I'm here to finish some homework," he answered bluntly, attempting to head to a corner table.
"Sit with me. There's no one else in here, you know. You may as well just sit here, and we can keep each other company," you said, stopping him in his tracks. He hesitated, then made his way over and sat beside you, almost uncomfortably.
Opening his books, he tried to focus on the problems in front of him, his palms sweating as he feared you might notice the effect you had on him.
"Why aren't you at the party?" you asked, jotting down some notes on your paper, trying to make conversation and lighten the mood.
"Not fucking invited," he said simply, watching as the realization dawned on your face. You both sat there alone at the library, and continued working on your paper in silence.
"Why aren't you glued to your friends? How does studying alone work for your social life?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"Just wanted some alone time. Needed to catch up on the activities, and I was getting bored with them. Plus, it gives me a break from Felix, so I don't murder him when he's a pain in the ass."
"He's been acting like an arse lately, hasn't he?" Michael commented as he picked up another math textbook, flipping through the pages. He wasn't sure if it was true; to him, Felix may have been an arse since he was born, certainly.
"Not more than usualāshagging some girls, getting drunk, and partying. The usual," you said, shrugging as if it were normal.
"And you don't seem to mind his stupid behavior?"
"Why would I?"
"Iā¦ I thought you were a thing. I heard a rumor you two were togetherā¦" He said, almost embarrassed to admit he paid attention to gossip and social life.
"What?" you snorted at his admission.
"Yes. I'd suppose anyone with a brain would be jealous if their boyfriend was sleeping around with other girls," he said, tightening his grip on his pencil and trying to sound nonchalant.
"Definitely not. We just enjoyed some benefits in the past," you dismissed his comment casually. "We've known each other since childhood; we're not a couple. Sex is a necessity, wouldn't you agree?"
"Uhā¦ Iā¦" Michael was stunned, to say the least. "Iā¦" He tried to speak, to form a response, but he was too flustered and speechless.
"Oh my God," you turned towards him, looking surprised. "Michael, are you a virgin?" you asked in a low voice.
Michael's eyes widened at your words, a red blush instantly appearing on his face. He looked away, trying to avoid your gaze. He couldnāt even deny it.
How could he when it was so painfully obvious?
"N-No!" he lied, trying to keep his cool but failing miserably.
"Have you ever seen a woman naked, Michael?" you asked, smiling with a glint in your eyes at the discovery.
Michael wished he could die at that moment. The embarrassment he felt was so intense that just when he thought he couldnāt blush more, he grew even redder.
"Yes, of course I have!" he responded defensively, too fast as if trying to convince himself. Who was he kidding? He let out a huff and muttered, "No, I havenāt, okay?"
"Why not?"
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, thereās not exactly a line of women trying to get with me, obviously" he scoffed.
"I think youāre cute," you said, smiling at him. He obviously thought you were lying. "Soā¦ uh, what exactly do you do to relieve any urges?"
How else?!?
He let out a loud groan at that question, covering his face. He did not want to be having this conversation, yet here you were, asking him the most embarrassing questions.
He leaned back in his chair, avoiding your gaze, and couldnāt believe he was admitting this to you.
"Iā¦ have a few magazines and videosā¦" he mumbled, his face still red. "And Iā¦ use them, obviously."
"Soā¦ you take care of yourself then. It's perfectly normal and healthy." You smiled, noticing his red cheeks. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. I do it all the time when I'm stressed."
Of course, you knew how he took care of himself; you were not stupid. You had a feeling he was a virgin and a prude, and you just wanted to hear him admit it.
You had taken some interest in Michael since the beginning of the term. At first, he was just a lonely student who was too eager to prove himself better than anyone in classes, commenting on how useless non-math topics were.
It was when Farleigh told you how much Michael stared at you in classes and made fun of him, claiming that he had a silly crush on you, that you started to notice him more.
The way his sandy blonde hair framed his face, the big blue eyes behind the framed glasses, his thin lips always pouting unconsciously as he disregarded everyone else.
You were now too interested in him, and you started to wonder what it would be like to be with him and teach him. To make him eat all his wordsā¦ and satisfy your curiosity.
"Whatās it likeā¦?" he asked suddenly, his voice slightly above a whisper, looking over at you.
"What?" you smiled at him. Michaelās cheeks turned a shade redder, and he cursed himself inwardly for even asking that question. Yet he was too far gone now, his curiosity having taken over.
"Touching a womanā¦" he mumbled, clearing his throat awkwardly.
"Maybe you'll just have to find out for yourself," you shrugged.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" he turned towards you. "You asked me all these weird questions and now you can't answer mine?"
You were slightly taken back by his outburst, noticing the way his cheeks were red out of embarrassment and fury.
"What do you even ask them for? To make fun of me with those suckers?" he snarled.
"No. I asked because if you want to, maybe I can teach you," you said simply, staring into his eyes.
"How?" was all that came out of Michael's mouth as you stood up and quickly gathered your things.
"Come on, follow me." He watched as you walked over to a private study room at the end of the hallway, one of those reserved for group studies. It had a large meeting table and boards.
Understanding, he grabbed his things in a hurry and followed you to the room. He entered, locking the door behind him and glancing at where you were standing, at the center of the room, sitting at the edge of the table.
He walked over to you, trapping you against the table. He stood there for a moment, watching you, not knowing what to do next. So, you moved closer to him, taking him by surprise when your lips pressed against his in a slow kiss.
He closed his eyes, breathing in your scent, his lips kissing yours desperately. He felt it when you took his hand and carefully led it to your breast.
With your hand upon his, you gave it a squeeze and parted the kiss, watching his bewildered expression, the tint of red in his cheeks growing darker.
"Maybe you can finally explore the body of a woman," you whispered. He was too stunned for a moment, as if he was daydreaming, but then you looked into his eyes and nodded.
His gaze grew darker, and he carelessly pushed down your shirt, watching your breasts peek out.
His breath hitched, and you could see how his pupils dilated at the sight of them. His hands slid through your tits as he stared down at them with amusement.
Between his thumb and index, he reached for your nipple and noticed the way you let out a sigh out of pleasure, your nipples growing hard at his touch.
He bent down and started kissing and sucking your neck, leaving small bites here and there, where he thought people would be able to see them.
His tongue started lowering and lowering until he reached where his hands were formerly placed, and his lips started sucking on your nipple, with a free hand he cupped your other breast, moving his fingers in irregular circles.
He focused his gaze on you, and noticed the way a moan escaped your lips.
You were desperate for his touch; he could see it.
He could feel his heart throttling, as his mouth explored every inch of your breasts, the movement of his lips and tongue was a mix between inexperience and pure desire. Your fingers moved to his hair, encouraging him to continue.
"Michaelā¦" - his name escaped your lips in a low voice. - "that feels good, do you want to keep going? "
He nodded desperately, eager to continue exploring the fullness of your body. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Without a word, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was urgent, his trembling hands sliding through the side of your legs until he gripped your ass.
When his fingers brushed the hem of your skirt, you felt a surge of anticipation.
Slowly, almost reverently, he began sliding your skirt upwards, exposing more of your thighs.
He leaned back to admire the view, your breasts on full display, your red cheeks, and the way the fabric of the skirt gathered up your hips.
His hands started exploring the flesh of your inner thighs, tracing circles in his path as his fingers ventured closer to your core, a soft moan escaping your lips as you tilted your head back.
Michael's eyes darkened with desire at the sound, and his hands stilled for a moment, savoring your reaction.
He knelt in front of you, and he watched with amusement the way his fingers traced a path at the edge of your panties, the fabric acting as a barrier between his touch and your core.
He ran a finger through the fabric and felt how wet it was, before he moved it aside and a moan escaped his lips at the sight of your pussy. His gaze met your eyes, almost shily with a question written on them of whether he could go further.
When you nodded, his fingers started touching you, moving his finger up and down slowly, trying to find the place that would give you more pleasure, when his finger met your clit, he noticed the way your body shivered and he focused his attention there.
He started moving his fingers slowly against your bud, and the quiet moans he heard and the way your breath hitched, made him think he was doing a good job, so he started to move his fingers faster, in a painful way.
A whimper left your mouth, and your hand grabbed his, stopping him.
"No. Not fast or it hurts. " - you said between breaths, when he nodded in understanding, you guided his fingers once again against your clit.
Guiding him through the right pace which makes your skin grow hotter.
His fingers started moving with more confidence, finding rhythms and patterns that made you moan.
His name erupted from your chest in a cry of pleasure, and suddenly his touch was not enough, with a hand placed against the table you leaned forward and watched the way his gaze was focused on your core.
His fingers were not enough, you needed more.
You needed him pressed against you, so with your other hand you grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to your pussy, a groan reverberated in your skin, and his lips started sucking on it.
His erection was hard since he entered the room, and as he watched you moaning and pulled him closer it grew painfully hard, the boxers restraining him and making his cock start to twitch.
He thought it would be more painful the embarrassment he would feel if he came on his boxers at the simple sight of her moaning while he ate her up, so he tried to focus solely on her.
He failed...
You started breathing heavily at the way his fingers slither inside you and his tongue moved against your pearl.
Fueled with pleasure your back arched, and your fingers tightened their grip on his hair, pulling him closer. His touch was electric, and your eyes opened, locking your gaze with him... hen he lost it.
His cock started throbbing against his boxers, seizing as he came undone at the sight of you.
#ewan mitchell#ewan nation#michael gavey#michael gavey x reader#saltburn#saltburn posting#felix catton
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Hi! Iām CatboyBiologist.
Formerly a femboy, now a trans woman just starting HRT, and a PhD student in molecular biology. I started using this online persona as a fun, shitposty way to explore gender a few years ago. I post selfies (generally sfw, but somewhat sexy, so minors and ppl who donāt like that have been warned), rambles about science, tutorials and advice from the stuff Iāve learned by being a femboy in the past, nature pictures, stuff about the ocean, my adorable grumpy little tortoise, and unsolicited opinions on random nerdy topics. Any pronouns are fine. I donāt plan to socially transition for a while, and still present as a man most of the time, so Iām used to whatever you wanna use for me (for now, Iāll update this if that changes). Please send me pictures of your pets or other cute animals in your life!
As a scientist, Iām also documenting my transition! This google sheet will be updated at least monthly. I also have additional metrics Iām keeping to myself, and pictures that go with this, but Iām not sharing them publicly yet. Keep in mind that this is just one personās experience with HRT, and may not represent universal trends!
Adding a little something here, bc I think it was an interesting bit a writing: if you want to see me respond to a transphobe about what "biologically female" means, here's a thing I wrote about it. CW for transphobia and discussion, obviously.
Also, if any of my measurements look weird, its entirely possible I fucked up. Let me know if anything looks off!
Hereās some of my favorite pre-HRT pictures:
If you want to see more of my pre-HRT selfies, browse the āfemboyā tag on my blog!
And as of this writing, Iām only 2 days after the start of HRT, so hereās a picture with my tortoise thatās technically post-HRT (but with 0 time for actual changes):
If you want to see my future post-HRT selfies, browse the ātrans selfieā tag on my blog!
Also here's another really cute picture and fanart of my tortoise by @whalesharkcat:
I have affectionately given my tortoise the title of The Grumpus.
I also wrote a couple of tutorials and general vibes about being a femboy before I started HRT:
Sometimes I make shitposts of myself, I donāt take myself too seriously:
This includes the way I came out on tumblr:
And hereās an overly serious, long ramble about trans thoughts and things that I wrote shortly afterwards:
Later addition: Someone asked how I take selfies, so I wrote a quick and dirty guide with some tips on how I do so in response to their ask:
Oh yeah and apparently I was a 196 microcelebrity? I never to thought I was popular enough for that but apparently some people do š¤·āāļø. So uh, hi 196 tags, I'm abusing you for my pinned post LOL
As for terminology, I personally do think of myself as a āman who is becoming a womanā as opposed to having always been a woman. If that doesnāt resonate with your experience, I totally get that! But thatās why I freely call pre-HRT me a femboy, while still calling post-HRT me a trans woman. Iām also keeping the blog name as CatboyBiologist for the forseeable future, because at this point, Catboy just seems like a gender neutral term to me.
Iām also trying to put together a script for a podcast regarding how studying biology influenced my perspective on sex and gender- lmk if thereās any interest in that! Itās probably gonna be way too long and indulgent but oh well.
So uh. Yeah. I donāt end these types of things well. Byeeeeee
#196#r196#r/196#rule#/r/196#trans#transitioning#trans woman#trans femme#tortoise#tort#russian tortoise#trans tutorial#trans tummy tuesday#transgender#trans tumblr#trans selfie#trans journal
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erm
am making a pinned post to keep things organized and help people so uh... here are things to direct you to my stuff:
art tag -> my art
ask tag -> ask
fakemon tag -> fakemon design
3d models tag -> 3d modling
blockbench tutorial (kinda)
main brushes i use -> brush 1 brush 2
you can use my art as pfps and/or banners as long as you CREDIT ME!
OTHER SOCIALS: twitter instagram bluesky
SHOP OPEN :D
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ā¦ Okay, I give in. Let's upload our gifs on the beta editor to prepare for a gif pack page. Resources are available at the bottom, so lets get started !!
So first things first, you can only upload 30 gifs at a time. Now for me, I will always upload as I gif, around every 20 gifs, then upload to the page (this also ensures I don't skip any or have doubles) and keep gifing. That used to mean that I don't have to wait for tumblr to load 300 gifs and die from impatience. For the rest of y'all that means you're going to have to batch upload. I know, I'm sorry.
Note: With the help of @nataliealynlind we discovered that the daily limit is 250 gifs! So if you have more than that, prepare to upload your gifs over the course of a couple days or use a second blog. (imo this is another great reason to upload as you gif! that way you don't have to get stuck at 250!)
So after you upload your gifs (in this case I only did 10)*, you're going to go to the gear at the top of your post and click it. Then scroll all the way to the bottom where it says Text Editor. This looks familiar, right?
*Note: If you don't save it as a draft first, your gifs will be in .gif format, not .gifv. This means you can skip removing this tag later on, but I'm not sure if gifs that are uploaded but never saved/drafted will later disappear at some point. To be safe, I would save it as a draft. I just forgot at this part tbh
Well the good news is, you only have to change this once! The bad news is, we don't do Markdown then HTML anymore bc Markdown doesn't strip any of the code anymore š So just change it to HTML
Now it should look like this! Fun!
Okay, now we're going to copy that text and take it on over to our new best friend, the HTML Cleaner! So you're going to want to paste it on the right side of the screen. Your gifs should appear on the left side. If both sides have text, that's how you know you pasted it on the left.
So in order to get ride of all this extra code, it's going to take a couple extra steps. First, you're going to check these boxes on the left hand side.
Now, on the right hand side, you're going to enter these under Find and Replace (copy/paste section below!!). I know you're like, uh what? Where the hell did you get those numbers? Well, I got them from our gif post code!
For easy copy pasting:
Find: <figure> Replace: (leave blank)
Find: </figure> Replace: (leave blank)
So after you add the specific widths for your gifs, you're also going to want to add the following:
Find: .gifv Replace: .gif
Find: alt="" Replace: (leave blank)
Find: /> < Replace: /><
NOTE: If your gifs are usually the same size, I would recommend saving these snippits above on your computer's sticky notes or a draft to copy/paste for future uploads! While I do appreciate the viewer traffic, I'm sure coming to this tutorial every time is gonna get old real fast.
After all that, click Clean HTML
And now, your code should look like this! If there's still a space between your image links, just click Clean HTML again and it should get rid of it!
Now your code is nice and clean to put into your gif pages! Not quite sure how to do that? Read the Setting Up Your Sidepage section in this older tutorial!!
Resources
HTML Cleaner
My Gif Pack Page Codes
Recommended Gif Pack Page CodesĀ (tag)
Previous TutorialĀ (How to upload to a Standard Sidepage)
Barebones CodeĀ (for previous tutorial)
#rpc#rph#gif pack tutorial#uploading gifs on beta#rp tutorial#beta editor tutorial#mytutorial#rp guide#me: i'm tired of this (remaking this tutorial every other year) grandpa#tumblr changing posts every five minutes: that's too damn bad!
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another vent uh itās nothing major so Iāll put the cws I think might be needed just in case. No tags this time.
Cws for possible mentions of yelling, self expression suppression, mockery, copying, etc
In my family, itās like I canāt do anything without a shitty half baked copy of it coming from my brother. TV shows? He has to watch them too. Friends who are at least twice his age? Too bad, his friends too in his opinion. Not even the stuff most kids find weird- therian masks and quadrobics? Heāll look like shit doing both, and wonāt stop bragging about it. It feels like a mockery to my life, every time he copies me. Heās even flirted with my fucking boyfriend, whoās twice his age??? Wtf???
So as you may know, I got converse the other day. Yāknow, the shoes that are popular because of art, embroidery, beads, and painting on them? That I bought specifically to do these things? My mom called it āruiningā them. Like what? Iām sorry? First of all, I didnāt even do it on the fabric part of the shoe that would make it unable to be worn with the supplies I own. I painted on the white bits and the bottom. Also- I painted things that express ME. I painted trans flags, the paw lines on the top, theradelta(āÆā¤), quotes, etc to express MYSELF- what I like, what makes up me, and what COMFORTS ME- and she called it ruining them. Now sure, If it were any other kind of shoe, if I hadnāt mentioned it before hand several times, if I hadnāt asked for permission, etc- I could see how it would VAGUELY be seen as that. But come on. This just felt like you were saying that my personality, beliefs, and lifestyle ruined me as a person, despite all of them being harmless. And to make matters worse, sheās even more upset because my brother who has NO sense of ājust bc they did it doesnāt mean I have toā, decided to draw blobs that I canāt even recognize as things on his brand new Nikes.
Mine cost 20 and were an after thought. His cost 50, and he got two pairs. But when I craft on the thing I got to craft on, itās RUINING them. Heh. Thanks, mom.
and if it were just this, I might have been a little upset, but this isnāt the first time, hence the examples I gave previously
and now despite me already doing all the research, sheās not letting me get a binder either. Even though we have a place that would give them out for FREE with CORRECT SIZING. I really donāt want to sound like a brat or picky. But is it just me, or does this feel really suppressing? I felt lucky I could get a camp halfblood shirt without her reading g every single Pjo book first.
In summery, my mom just indirectly called my self expression a waste of time, effort, and a pair of shoes, my brother canāt form an original idea and itās made me possessive over everything and everyone I love, and I donāt know what to do <3
If you read this, uhā¦ thanks. It means a lot to me that youāre willing to listen to this shit
and if youāre my online dad uhhh sorry for not just ranting to you like usual I donāt wanna ruin your ren faire day
EDIT: here are some photos of the āruinedā converse. It doesnāt matter what she thinks since they make me extremely happy, but I just think it adds to the overall madness I feel like she has
There are lyrics from the moon will sing on the front but I couldnāt get a good photo. Everything involved I did myself and is incredibly personal to me, and I was so proud of how they turned out. I also TAUGHT MYSELF how to lace on the beads without tutorials. So yeah. Thanks for encouraging my creativity and expression, mom.
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any more weird gift ideas? i've got 6 more nights of hanukkah and i'm desperate
Uh, there's cocoliocello? I got the recipe for this from a coworker. It's a chocolatey vodka-based alcoholic beverage, that's great for sipping straight, or mixing into hot chocolate or coffee. It's just these things combined, and then chilled. This makes a half-gallon. Personally, I find this too rich to have with a meal, but it's good if you're just sitting and sipping and chatting.
24 oz chocolate syrup
14 oz can of sweetend condensed milk
14 oz can of evaporated milk (I believe Eagle brand of both is Kosher)
750 ml. flavored vodka--caramel, vanilla, whatever you want. Don't go too cheap here.
This does wind up being about half vodka, so mixing it down may be a good call. I bottled it in reusable glass bottles from the dollar store. Because all these products are individually quite shelf-stable, it tends to last well.
You can also do a homemade powdered hot cocoa mix--usually nothing more than cocca, powdered sugar, and powdered milk, with some people adding a little salt and corn starch to the mix. You can find lots of recipes for that. This is another opportunity to use a tiny bottle and a weird label. And if you're up for the challenge of homemade marshmallows, that's also a fun activity; there's lots of recipes and tutorials for that too.
You could also print out some of my murder stationery and gift that with a nice pen? You said you wanted weird. There's actually a bit of non-murder printable stationery in this folder too, if murder isn't quite your speed. I made these all from public-use scans from vintage prints, so you could also make your own custom stationery.
In the theme of paper, you could make a chinese thread book. It looks harder than it is; this was my first (and only) attempt at making one. But here's some of my process and here's the write-up I did.
MacramƩ plant hangers are not difficult either, you can kind of just make them up as you go. Apparently I did not take pictures of what I made, but trust that if you follow the link there is a video.
You can also just trawl through my insomnia cooking with hell tag, or search recipes on my blog--dragon beard candy, herb salts, and flavored syrups come to mind as fun options. You can use the citrus-drying steps I used to make orange garland to make dried orange to eat (especially good dipped in chocolate), or make a custom mulling spice mix. You can use air dry clay to make a weird little creachure. You could make peppermint bark.
I dunno. That's what I've got off the top of my head. Happy Hanukkah!
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howdy there!!
you can call me emioli, emi, ravioli, or anything else you can think of!
they/she, bisexual, east asian/filipino, texan girl
MINOR, please no nsfw, don't be weird :/
multifandom, but i mainly post sonic stuff (for now)!
my carrd: https://emioliravioli.carrd.co/
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hopefully participating in the sonic au collision, so uh, i'll probably be posting a lot of propaganda!!
speaking of which: here's the masterpost for the au!!
(if you send me an ask about FoB i will love you platonically until the day i die)
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(updated 11/4/2024 aka november 4th)
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some thoughts on capturing likeness of people
this is as much of a tutorial as stories in the front of recipes teach you how to cook
so what the hell is likeness?
im drawin guys thatre supposed to look like real human guys. if you ever tried drawin a character with no in the flesh portrayal as well as in the flesh humans, this is a totally different skill set from just drawin uh. the illusion of a person? or maybe i just had the first unique experience in ever (equally as likely)
a persons likeness is their je nais se quoi, what makes them look and feel like themselves. you see a drawin and know its your guy, no matter how representative or abstract it gets? that got their likeness down pat. you see a drawin and scramble to the tags to figure who it is? (funny enough an experience i get often with my own stuff) not only did it not capture their likeness, they caught a whole new horse and i want it OUT of my kitchen what???
tangent: realism
did you know (semi-)realism is WAY easier to draw than whatever the weird little freaks i draw are, there is so much back and forthing on if it looks enough like the guy as a doodle for me
(i dont actually know what semi-realism is, its kinda the holding bin of anything thats not realism or anime, the only two art styles that are recognized casually. this is a gross oversimplification.)
its a LOT easier to work with making a guy look like himself with 200 strokes all over 20 strokes all im sayin . you get way more space and details to work with to get the bigger picture. simple doodles do not give you the same mercy. people who work with simpler styles thatre drawin real faces, i bow at your feet cause HARD.
basically when you see my sorta realistic kinda nothing portraits, these are my hyperrealistic eye drawings in the margins of my papers. ive never had an eye drawing phase.
massively simplifying faces feels like taking every part i know about drawing a face and severely compressing it. i mean yeah literally they tiny but
the hell is a proportion
something i noticed is a really common advice on how to get good at drawin a guy is to "focus on proportions"
okay okay i admit. thats incredibly true and you cant really skip around it if you want to get good likeness. having a grip on where things go on a face is the steak and potatoes to capturing a guys likeness . gotta study the blade to draw it etc
but also i am incapable of learning anything related to art without just tripping into the concept myself LOL
which is why im goin to be real i pay a lot less attention to the proportion and anatomy than i really should and instead go off strongest impressions of they face as a whole (and then editing parts afterwards because it looks wack)
i have an incredibly unoptimized workflow
heres my secret to you! memories are a lot less accurate than we think and pushing and pulling traits to get more caricature street artist than life study class makes players look more like themselves ^_^
some examples off the top of my head: drawing william eklunds chin longer, over emphasizing joey daccords eyes + devin cooleys smile, tomas tatars eyebrows dont even look like that. its not about the individual traits, its about the face as a whole
no one checks your work! you can get away with a lot you just need to take the money and run
just add shading! ^_^
one of the easiest ways to make a guy look like himself for me is shading LOL
its funny because just add shading is NOTHING advice and i will stand by this. (learning shading is a good skill in art but you dont NEED it for EVERY PIECE. this is usually a SUBJECTIVE PREFERENCE!!! there tend to be underlying issues that make you feel COMPELED like a lack of contrast or
on the other hand, shading gives me way more control about implying how much parts of the face stick out . form! its a wondrous thing
this is something i struggle with INCREDIBLY in with drawing noses actually! without angles it gets way hard to how showcase a lot of the shapes to it. and in my case i cant imply all these without shadow.
and then i doodle them
not tryin to make the case that drawin them as amoebas is challenging. im just sayin have you ever tried havin your first shot on drawin someone be instantly recognizable in as few lines as possible.
(fun fact: i draw some features only at certain angles in my doodles because it doesnt translate well without! its mostly prominent nose bumps. try not to pay too much attention to the technical aspect of it. can you imagine my grubi or macklini head on . can you imagine willyek from the side???)
tangent: tutorials
i actually love making tutorials can i be so honest. i dont even learn or teach well i just love making a weird long winded thing about how i approach random parts of a drawing (ive done ones on shirt collars, jawlines, jacket lapels, basic color theory, and arm muscles for an idea on what kind of tom foolery im about)
honest to god i was considerin a more tutorial angle on this but the problem is that my approach on likeness is more a mix of more technical aspects of portrayin different kinds of facial features and puttin the vibes over realism.
its not even necessarily a hard craft, its just hard to explain without havin to pull up the whole root system of how it works and how to apply it! even tyin your shoes sounds like rocket surgery if your teachers bad enough
could tell you how to draw a guys nose but that doesnt tell you how to arrange the guys face with it. you know??? and i dont think anyones in a hurry to draw how i do LMAO
anyways if you ever want a collection of low res mspaint images explaining any aspect of what i get up to . just ask! ^_^
the big picture
honestly i think i get away with the shenanigans that i do because i put more care into the big picture than the details
NOT TO SAY DETAIL WORK ISNT CUTE. i love it a lot, include that close up of your lovingly rendered eyelashes or complicated shirt sleeve wrinkles mwah mwah
its more just that its nice to get the shape of a guys eyes or his freckles down pat but if his profile looks like a whole other person, its going to look like that whole other person before it looks like his eyes, you feel what i mean? (in that way proportion is actually a huge deal in likeness to me)
if i ever did a detail shot of an eye you would have NO idea who it was though HAHAHAHA its all dots!
i really do think the more broad strokes you get down the more you can hide the lazier or less accurate parts in the back. because HOH you dont want to pull a photo up when you look at my drawings
bwegh
there is no conclusion go out into the world and be cute or whatever
this is more my personal observations from drawin hockeys for like. 10 months? thats like the length of a pregnancy give or take. i know my units of time
#neon etcetra#sometimes i ask is this somethin people care to read?#then i remember#MY blog MY rules MY three note posts
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I just wanna say, that your āHow to Wing itā tutorial is really helpful :] I absolutely adore all the details and thoughts that went into it! š(the art is super amazing!!)
And it has inspired me more to improve my wings for my winged ocs !! :D
YIPPIEEE i'm very glad it helped !! :D (tag me on those oc's whenever you draw them actually, now im curious.. (ā_ā) if u want ofc...)
n even with the horrors i have to say i had a Lot of fun with this tutorial! tho i did notice a few typos here n there n,, a few oddities on the pacing on two pages, but too late for that now !! orz
and. another fun fact, bc a Lot went into this tutorial- originally it was gonna be from 20 to 30 pages long....
which is kinda why some pages r so long, thats the full size of the canvas. in the og size for this i didn't have enough space for everything i needed to say, or to say it properly without weird cuts on the dialogue, so uh. yeah :o
#call and response#[ ramblings ]#footnote;#btw the little guys filling in space here n there are my friends and also two of them are also my bfs :333#green with antlers is nap ofc. in the very last edit i tried to mimic how they edit with the things i learned by reading how they write#the two that are loafing together are my darlingsss š„°š who have a tag in this blog actually!! go check their wings and art!!#and the blue one with the active soaring wings is cal. he n nap r the ones who gave me the space to go fully insane with wings :333
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