#myfirstattempt

[eternallyreadinggoodthings]

Draco Malfoy

[rosegoldrabbit]

My first complete attempt at digital art. I hate it. But it’s a starting point! I shall strive for improvement but for now, witness my crappy attempts.

[becausecorpseisworthit]

My first attempt at doing the smoky eye,bored so I decided to play with my makeup☺️💋🤳🏼 #smokyeyesmakeup #myfirstattempt #bored #playingwithmakeup #snapchatfilter #firstnations #nativewoman #selfie

[a-pinch-of-butter-blog]

Not picture-perfect but I promised I would share my first attempt of Angel 😇Eggs. They taste delicious but again not as pretty as I like. #deviledeggs #myfirstattempt #thanksgivingdinner (at Doraville, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5az2Tdp_BO/?igshid=i32not8ri4j4

[perfectcaptureindia-blog]

My first Photoshoot - Coming Soon..... #BabyPhotoshoot #ComingSoon #MyFirstAttempt #BirthdayBoy #Cutebaby #babyboyclothes #LoveForPhotography #lovelysmile #perfectcaptureindia #ByPrateekChoraria #CanonLove #canon_india #Canon80D #cuteboys #cutebabiesofinstagram (at Bikaner) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp7Vv9JlFfD/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=juuyr1hkjzvj

[bangkokbong]

#canon #fullmoon #lakshmipujo #myfirstattempt #learning https://www.instagram.com/p/BpR-tEGnYtO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=141co1rlvjzjw

[hotcottoncandy24]

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On the clock feeling cute cause my store manager taught me how to do a top knot 😜😜😜 thnx ya Rita. I finally gave in and stop being lazy with myself yesterday and before you ask the answer is name your price and it better be good cause my hands and back hurt 😜😜😂😂 #RopeTwist #ICaughtMyOwnHands #MyFirstAttempt #Success

[apekshapd]

I can confirm that #crochet is very easy when compared to #knitting . Applauding 👏 to all #knitters here... This is #myfirstattempt towards #knitting . It was a struggle yo get upto this point. So far it is coming ok . Well, I know where the problem lies. 😏 Anyways, officially I m joining the #knittersofinstagram now. Hope this experience turns out well. Fingers crossed! 🤞 . #kmdknit #knotmydesigns #purlandknit #basicbeanie

[myfitbytes-blog]

Beautiful things don't ask for attention. Refreshing change. Unfiltered pics from Sula Vineyards. ------------------------------------ #sula #vineyard #beautiful #nature #photography #myfirstattempt #art #calm #peace #love (at Nasik (Nashik), India)

[syidadeviante]

It's y̶o̶u̶ the food that makes me happy. 😜 #myfirstattempt #myversionof #chickenwithriceplatter #carrotandpeassoup #chickenouzi #yakhnetaljazarwbazella

[lmm12108]

First picture #mywhitelegs below that, #afterjustafewminutes #justoneapplication #beachfrontselftanningbodylotion #younique #myfirstattempt #youniquepresenter #youniqueproducts #mylegsarestillblinding

[myvegfare]

This little guy was in my #garden he was so friendly, and kept hoping around me! Scaring me to death that I might stomp him up😀 luckily both of us went our ways alive!! I came to know he is called #robin !! When I go back he is still there despite the cold weather😀. With him hoping around so close it was very difficult to capture him through my lens. #myfirstattempt #birdsofinstagram #birdphotography #50mm #dslrofficial #dslrphotography #coloursofnature #vscocam #simplicityeverywhere #getgalvanised #nature #natgeoyourshot #natgeo @natgeocreative @natgeo_india @natgeoindia #natgeohub #visualsoflife #capture #capturedmoments #snapshot #focus #canon_official #macrophotography #portrait #coloursoflife #

[saad19296-blog]

He had always wondered where did humans come from. What was his purpose in life. And what happens after we die. He wanted to find God. And walked on the quest of life.

He wore an unzipped hoodie that loosely hung from his shoulders; the hood covered most of his face. He walked briskly through the countryside, which had a few trees growing on either side. raindrops splattered and formed tiny ripples around him. The sun shone through the leaves and shimmered on the surface of the pools of water.

Feeling the burden of his own weight pressing down on his legs he felt tired and decided to stop and rest for a while. He sat down and began to stare into the tiny pools of water that reflected back at him his face. He strained harder and tried to focus through the ripples and in them he found his eyes staring back up at him as he concentrated harder he saw the reflection of his eyes in which he saw infinity. This infinity that was created by the symbiotic relationship between the iris of his eyes and the surface of the water that started from that one humble instance of the sunlight reflecting on its surface, it now made a reflection of infinity. But as he stared deeper he now noticed how these small anomalies which changed a little, part by part, a small error, whether it was loss of focus or streaks of shadows the blur finally disintegrated into a single dot. This dot weaved a tale with its own string of lies and created all the complications and anomalies in the world. This dot created me he thought. For a second he contemplated whether this was his God. He soon realized it was he who made that image up in his head. He was puzzled but as he trod on dismissing the thought, he walked on and saw how the world had changed around him he found himself in an open grassland. Looking up he saw the sun which had now risen higher to its zenith at the centre of the sky. He lay down and stared up now, the light merged and shone at him in unison, the light almost blinded him at first but as he struggled and stared harder he could see the pupil of his eye stare back down at him and he lay there lifting his head only just slightly to glimpse at the pupil that had gone down the horizon. With the last ray of light squeezing through, for a moment he thought the sky resembled the corners of his eyes. Before it went pitch black. This sky had no stars because nobody had died then. There was no pain in this world. Only light. Frightened by the pitch blackness of the sky, the man closed his eyes and prayed he hadn't lost his sight, he prayed harder still and hoped to see the stars. He opened his eyes and saw the light, he looked up at the sky again; it was day. And that was when he had realized how man had so conveniently made up time. And thats where all the complications started from. But now he knew where he was headed, Babylon was his destination. He knew God resided there. Not in your books that conform you to a way of life, but out here in nature away from all these gruesome sights they call 'progress'. He had two options, he could either walk or stare, his quest was knowledge and he couldn't disrespect by choosing one over the other. So he decided to walk staring up at the sky, people thought he was 'flipped', some who knew him well even warned him of the cliff that was close by, he paid no heed and walked on in his own search for light.  Staring at the sky he walked off the edge, people ran to see what happened, they were convinced the man had surely died. Until one of them shouted out and said, "Look, there he walks". A small speck he had become just like how he had imagined himself to be in his mind's eye. He was in Babylon, and now he was safe with God. But nobody else knew what had happened, this phenomena did not have a scientific explanation, and the harder they thought it started to hurt and they all soon lost interest and continued on with their own tasks at hand. They were all getting late they said to each other (running out of time!). xD

[theartisalie]

Draw this Again Challenge

From an old DeviantArt drawing of my FMA OC. Wanted to see how far I’ve come. It was completely colored, but Sai crashed on me without sAVING.... First picture was from 2015. 3 years later....

Bonus: MYFIRSTATTEMPT

[wintersoldiersmissionreport-blog]

Winter Soldier Mission Report, November 1951

Entry #1 My name…….I don’t know my name. They call me The Winter Soldier, so I guess that’s who I am. The last thing I remember is being stabbed with a needle by….Zola….Arnim Zola….and being shoved into a chamber big enough for one man. I started to see ice crystals forming on the glass in front of me. The next thing I remember is being awoken from my Cryo-sleep, restrained on a table, with bright lights over head and a cold chill that told me that I shouldn’t have been there. I tried to break the restraints, but I felt like my strength had been sapped from my body. A man in a white lab coat came up to me and read these words from a red book with a black star on it. He was speaking in what sounded like Russian…..and I could understand it perfectly:

“<Longing. Rusted. Seventeen. Daybreak. Furnace. Nine. Benign. Homecoming. One. Freight car.>”

With the last word, I felt my last bit of will power fade away, along with my strength returning, but I could not control what I was doing. They released my restraints, and as I stood up, the man said,

“<Hello, soldier. Are you ready to begin?>”

And in response, I said,

“<Ready to comply>”

He closed the book and threw it on the desk next to him. He turned to the men behind him. Some were dressed in military garb while others were dressed in similar white lab coats. I stood, waiting for my orders. The man in the lab coat said,

“<Gentlemen, it has been six years since we began the Winter Soldier Project. Our first problem was that we could not find a specimen who would survive the process. For months, things were beginning to look bleak, until Dr. Arnim Zola had found one promising subject: a man from a captured battalion from the Allied U.S. forces: the man you see here before you today. Things would have moved along much quicker if that simpleton, Captain America hadn’t have ‘set him free.’ But, no matter. In the attack on Zola’s train, which ended with his capture, the Allies had thought they lost their comrade, who fell from the mountainside and into a deep ravine below. However this man had not died. No, he had merely lost his left arm in the fall, but survived. After we sent this soldier through the process, and had replaced his left arm, we wiped his memory. All he knows is that he is a man who must comply with what we say.>”

I was hearing all of this, but for some reason, I did not care. I didn’t know who the “Captain America” fellow was, nor do I remember a mountain or a train. I don’t remember training or a process or losing my arm or anything. The only name I remember is Zola, and the only event I remember is being put into Cryo-sleep. The man in the white coat turned to me and said,

“<Soldier. Pick up that gun and shoot those three targets in the direct center of the bullseye, now.>”

Immediately, I complied. I picked up the handgun that had been placed on the table next to me, turned around, and without even thinking, shot the three targets that were placed several yards away. The men watching were in awe. Then one man, a military man, spoke up.

“<Yelchin, you promised results, not some parlor trick. So he can shoot well. Big deal. How do we know this man fought with the Captain? Or that anything you say is true?>”

Then, the man in the white coat, Yelchin, I think his name was, snapped his fingers. They dragged out a beaten man, who had a face that looked familiar. They threw him on his knees, and Yelchin said,

“<The man you see before you is an old friend of this soldier. An old war comrade of his. They were captured together, and he is one of the few soldiers that Captain America failed to liberate.>”

The man on the ground slowly lifted his eyes to meet mine. I felt like I once knew this man….as a close friend. I was confused and didn’t know what to do until Yelchin said,

“<Soldier, kill him.>”

Without hesitation, I raised my gun to the man’s forehead. The last thing he said was,

“Buc-”

And then the floor was splattered with his blood.

[ze96jae]

#myfirstattempt #Wolf