#sorry for cornfusion

[socialprawn]

sorry, when you mean base and underpainting what is the difference?

OH emm... ok so

Underpainting: desaturated layer with (usually) 50% Brightness (or Vibrancy in CSP). You fill your entire lineart with that thing. It helps you understand the shape of your drawing, if you like it, you proceed with colouring. If not, you make changes until you're happy.

Base: The 'average' colour of brightness/saturation/hue in your drawing. When you squint your eyes in your drawing it's what you can 'feel' the drawing is. It can be however light or dark, saturated or desaturated you want, but light and shadow build from it.

I am a professor of the arts (L M A O)

[crashingmeteor3]

Yo-kai Watch 3 tierlist (Help)

So remember when I said I might do a ykw 3 tierlist depending on how well people like the ykw 2 tierlist?

...Well,

that was a lie. I got bored and did it anyway. Yippee! This took an unsurprisingly long time, and made me realise just how many yo-kai the third game tossed at us.

*Cracks Wrists* Oh boy here we go. Forgive if I get names wrong it is like 9pm when I'm writing this.

As usual, we have the favourites tier, the blorbos I wouldn't be mad if they knocked on my doorbo. Except I'd be very cornfused, or scared.

Some yo-kai I like because of their designs, like Alpina, Benazaiten, Bubble Beth, Her Egglency, Legsit, Lil' Blue Bathing Hood, Sighdurr and Skillskull. Very cool dudes and dudettes. I haven't used any of them I don't think but yeah.

And then we have the yo-kai I like because of the games, or anime, Agent X/EXecutor, Cue-tee, Demandi, Double Time, Dr Nocturne, Gorgeous Ambassador, Hoaxy Coaxy, Intune, KJ, Mee2, No-Bot/Yopple Bot, Slackajack, Specthare, Treeter, Unbearaboy, Usapyon and Whisper.

So yeah most of the yo-kai. But can you blame me? Probably, but oh well.

And the other yo-kai like Ballin, Chicken Chukket and Originyan I like because m e m e.

Also I really thought Slackajack was going to better himself after I beat him up for kidnapping kids, but he didn't, shame on you. I was hoping for a redemption arc. Hailey's TED talk didn't work as well as I hoped.

I like most of these guys because they're cool! Or because of in the game.

So this is the great tier, but also the cool designs tier, because while I don't remember some of their names, they're cool enough to be memorable for me.

Exceptions are Injournalist, Ghoulfather, Rongo Swirl, Little Charming, Silver Lining, Lionguist, Rocky Badboya, Princess Pearl and Beddy Byes, who I liked because of the game.

This is the Good Tier! Yo-kai who are good enough to not be in neutral, but not good enough to be higher.

Nothing to say about anyone, but I'd probably move Zomboy up to Great now after doing his quest. I was tempted to put Sighborg in Neutral because he just will not befriend me and it makes me mad but I decided not to.

Fuu 2 would've been in great but the quests made me cringe. Kind of.

And then we have everyone else, well, not everyone, but a vast majority of the yoke guys. I'd consider being in here a good thing. You're fine, you passed the vibe check.

Don't mind the blacked out spot, I put a yo-kai there I didn't mean to, don't remember what yo-kai but that guy would be in neutral probably.

As usual, nothing wrong with these guys, there's just something off I can't put my finger on.

AND THEN WE HAVE FRICKEN SHEDWIN.

Okay, I'm all about yo-kai being wacky and weird because that's the point. But Shedwin takes this too far. This man is just a hairball constantly scratching himself and getting dandruff all over my hardwood floors! His face makes me uncomfortable. He looks like the type of guy to give you a candy but it's not candy its his own dandruff, gross. And this is coming from someone with greasy dandruff hair.

I'm sorry Shedwin, but stay five miles away from me at all times.

This is self explainatory, I don't know any of these dudes.

[hobidreams]

thank you ; blog anniversary

it’s been a whole year since i created this blog & what a ride it has been! being here with you all, writing, reading, laughing, and loving the boys has truly shaped my entire year. i’ve truly enjoyed my time here & i can’t wait to see what the next year holds for me with all of you!

BIG love for my mutuals 💕 

seeing you all on my dashboard always brightens up my day & makes me smile so widely 🙌 please keep doing you, babes!! thank you for being such incredible, devoted, & loving people. i love keeping up with your lives & seeing that life is treating you kindly. for the writers/content creators, know that you inspire me with all your hard work & endless creativity 🥰 

i want to do a little something different than a follow forever so...

HUGE love for my followers 💖 

i notice so many of you constantly in my notifications, always supporting me & this blog 🥺 especially those of you that leave absolutely incredible, kind reviews. you don’t know how much i appreciate you all. sorry if i missed a few people, i tried to grab everyone i could! 💕 (sorry to those who have notifs on bc i post so much random stuff LOL)

@lifetipsy ; @smitssharon02 ; @ex-silent-reader ; @bellagarcia1993 ; @taestaemi ; @jincendio ; @akajohnnysbitvh ; @ahgishaman ; @anoesjkaax ; @sockie-the-dumbass ; @jiminsfault ; @ihavetitanium ; @hoseoks-soda-on-the-side ; @pp-euphoria ; @kuzimuzibts ; @rin-bellatrix ; @hobi-love ; @ladykadyrova ; @pandora-musings ; @maized-and-cornfused ; @erisann ; @enderkate ; @propinqxity ; @blunt-instruments ; @eltrain80 ; @lovebeinaprincessworld ; @flowerpowertae ; @yoonie-bee ; @flwreads ; @galaxyeyedjungkook ; @smalliemichelle99 ; @depressionisaesthetic ; @hoseokslays ; @joonadore ; @abby-sciddly-doo ; @mellyrainnnn ; @idroppedthesope ; @imyourhobiii ; @stardust-and-ashes ; @joonlights ; @nodokaslife ; @chimycthulhu ; @bangtann-bangdamn ; @hxbiashes ; @carolithe ; @the-little-lost-planet ; @roxydemi ; @hopeonmymind ; @beebopboobop ; @taesslutt ; @biartistinprogress ; @bisexualdolphinthings ; @killerharleyjaderose ; @sweetboiyoongi ; @postiveispretty ; @eestephee ; @tothejoonandback ; @ohmydarlin-g 🥰

i can’t believe some of you have been here for almost this whole time 🤧 thank you so much for sticking around. i hope i can keep putting out content that you enjoy!

also big shoutout to my #dreamers (all anons) & named anons for teaching me awesome things all the time & being so fun to talk to! this one’s for you: 🧸, ❄, psy, 🍵, bunny, The Rose, music, skilllllz, 🍩!!

[lesbeana]

sorry i just couldnt tell if you were gay or bi

no omg sksjdkvs i wasn’t trying to be mean i promise it was just a bit random so i was a lil cornfused, no need 2 apologize!! but yeth am lesbean 🤭

[deaf3ningsilence]

Cw meds/suicide

So my diggity doctor put me on Remeron for GAD and major depression. But I hate how it makes me eat non stop and get fat. And when I don’t take it, I don’t have the energy to eat so I’m like... this is nice. I haven’t eaten at all today. I had plans to go out w my friends, and I want to get back to doing things w them, I do. but I haven’t eaten and I have the energy of a lethargic newborn baby. And this lobodomy in a bottle just makes me more tired. Like, zombie tired. And my health comes first I guess. And they’re gonna hate me for it. I always wonder if I’m faking it, like if I’m really just lazy. But then I remember I literally have written a full suicide note, which is what made me realize i needed help for my depression and the anxiety wasn’t the main issue. and though I don’t intend on doing it, I just feel so empty. I’ve literally never dealt with this before, I’ve never had depression in 19 nears of my life but it snuck up on me without me realizing it, wearing me down until I just gave up and the pain of feeling so empty is outweighing my will to stay here and keep trying. Does that make sense? It started with feeling like Penn State slowly just? Got less fun? And I stopped seeing the worth in myself and doing things. It started with just, GAD being severe and almost unbearable. I couldn’t get through days without worrying about breathing, vomit, heart, all that. School seemed harder suddenly. Trying- seemed harder. I started sleeping more. and then it was too late and now I feel like parts of me are slowly rotting away and falling off, layer by layer, like petals on a dying rose. Except I’m not a rose I’m a like.... toad bc I look in the mirror and hate EVERYTHING about what I see. Olivia broke me. My fear in life was that someone would see me how I saw myself and though it was a long time ago, she did and I just can’t stand living with that. Also I’m getting fatter, rapidly lmfao. I never had to worry about what I ate until I went up 3 pants sizes in 6 months. And now I don’t know if I’m gonna survive until finals are done because I’m so behind in school from when I fell ill with bronchitis I contemplated a medical withdrawal. Like. Me machine broke. I’m cornfused. Where is my damn mind? Ah what to do. It’s gucci sorry u had to be invited to the pitty party

[jawllines]

I hate when harry makes Y/N beg for it it’s so degrading and definitely a turn off omg I CANT BREAYHE IDK CARE HOW DEEP IN IM IN ID JUST BE LIKE ACTUALLY SORRY I GTG MAYBE ANOTHER TIME

WAIT IM CORNFUSED

[tintedpeach]

y’ALL ARE READ MORES NOT WORKING???? i’m sorRY I’M PUTTING THEM ON BUT THEY WON’T S T A Y? small text won’t either i’m so cornfused.

[anenglishmaninontario]

Campers Cove 27th to 29th July

Day 1

So part of what I wanted to do while I was out here was to get myself doing things which I hadn’t done before or at least hadn’t done for a long time.  I reckon this counts.  When I mentioned to certain people that we were planning on doing a swathe of camping I was greeted with a few titters and lots of “I can’t really picture you camping” (you know who you are you cheeky cow).  I spent much of my younger days on camping trips across Europe in what amounted to a canvas sack on wheels so this kind of camping is going to come pretty easy to me.

Just to make sure though, the first trip was less than an hour away to Camper’s Cove near  Point Pelee National Park along Lake Erie. With the dogs safely ensconced in the boarding kennel and a fully stocked camper made ready off we went.

Campers Cove is a great little privately run campground on the shores of the lake full of a mixture of RV’s of every size, some tents and some permanent residents marking territory with a boggling array of gnomes, fountains, palm trees which lit up at night (and which rather unfortunately couldn’t fail to remind anyone as immature as myself and Lauren of anything other than a collection of genitals waving in the breeze) and all manner of mail boxes in every shape and magnitude.  It was very easy to see why someone would choose to retire here and spend everyday in what is essentially a massive playground for those with enough money to buy a decent sized RV but not quite enough for a 10 berth yacht in the Mediterranean.  We stopped off at the camp shop to register and making note of the souvenir clothing and ice-cream counter headed out to our pitch.

I watched from the sidelines the first time of setting up so as to check out how it was done (and so that I could snatch a sneaky cigarette) and it was something of a surprise.  The familiar folding out of beds and clicking of support poles I was ready for.  Less expected was that once the door was opened and the awning extended, out came a carpet followed by tables, a washing area, strings of fairy lights, recycling boxes, a cooking tripod, an electric cooler complete with radlers, beer and caesars, boxes of games equipment, enough chairs to hold a moderately sized pep-rally and lastly a quarter-sized national flag complete with bungie cords to be strapped to the nearest tree.  I definitely refute the suggestion that I cannot cope with the outdoors and that I would flounder if asked to rough it but I have to say that if this is what camping looks like then this will be a breeze.  When I was a kid, camping meant close quarters living, waking up cold and knotted in my own sleeping bag, tinned food, UHT milky, a suspicious looking bucket filled with blue chemicals which served as a toilet and being unable to wash for days on end until enough courage was built up to use the communal showers on French camping sites.  I’m less bashful these days as I’m certain some people may know but even now I think I would have difficulty using such open facilities particularly if camping with people I know well.  Strangers are less difficult to disrobe in front of.  Not quite sure what that says about me.  “Hello we’ve never met. Ta daaaaaaa”.

I digress.  Once the camper is set up every bed is about queen size, has its own power adapter, lamp, window zip blinds and curtains.  I will be at the front end furthest from everyone else in case the snoring bursts any eardrums in the vicinity although the AC and fan are likely to smother any of that noise to everyone’s relief. There is a fully functioning kitchen and shower-room and enough beer in the fridge to test the powers of even the most ambitious alcoholic.

Having excelled at my role of hands-off set up engineer the chairs are set up around the fire-pit and a beer is cracked open and a drawing competition commences.  Mom shouts out scenarios and we draw something we think reflects what she has said.  I soon discover that drawing from imagination is something I haven’t done since I was 10 and and let’s face it, it shows.  Luckily I’m up against kids about a quarter of my age so I hold my own pretty well considering.  The sketching attempts end up in the fire-pit (so that no evidence remains) and I make a mental note to take a You-Tube course on basic drawing skills before attempting anything like this again. Two beers later and the artistic activities are replaced by games so lets see if I do any better with those.

In short, no not really but it was highly entertaining.  We start with a game of badminton at which I suck like a Dyson on heat but which has the distinction of taking me from a lowly position of visiting friend up to Uncle Alex and briefly to the great heights of Badminton God and back down to my usual moniker of Mr Alex once it is discovered that luck plays more of a part in my success than any genuine skills. Still it is good exercise.  The first real energetic movement since I arrived here (apologies to my personal trainer for undoing all his hard work).  I am already familiar with this game but by far more entertaining is what seems to be a campground perennial over here, the game of Baggo.  Almost every other RV seems to have a version of this set up on the grass.  If, like me, you are unfamiliar with this game I’ll describe it for you.  In essence this is basically a game of ‘get the bean bags in the hole’.  A description that belies a game of great sophistication and complexity.  Ok perhaps not but its history and variations, not to mention the vast array of double entendres that litter its rules and scoring system make it worthy of mention.  As already noted, the aim is basically to drop a bean bag in a hole, at approximately 30 feet or at the very least to get it on the board.  A bag in the hole scores 3, a bag on the board scores one.  There are many variations on how the scoring system seems to work which I discovered when playing against other families at other times but the rules around here seem to be that any score that both players get cancel each other out (i.e. I get one in the hole and so does the guy I’m playing with then nobody gets the point and we ‘wash’, ooh-er missus).  The player with the highest score after an innings of four bags takes the total score minus the opponents score.  The aim is to get to exactly 21, no more no less. Trickier than it sounds.  In a rather highfalutin history provided by Wikipedia, it is said that the game originated as Cornhole using bags of corn in the later 1880’s and, to cut a very short story even shorter it is now called Baggo, presumably to avoid getting it confused with certain body parts.  Some of its more fruity terminology is outlined below :-

Cow Pie-  bag lands on the board – 1 point

Backdoor/Dirty Rollup – bag bounces over another players bag into the hole – 3 points

Baggo – bag goes in the hole.  Airmail is when it doesn’t touch the sides – 3 points

Cornfusion – players cannot agree on the score – punch up ensues

Cornholio  – bag goes in the hole, same as a baggo but mainly used by disciples of Beavis and Butthead – 3 points

Cornucopia –  player gets all four bags into the hole in succession – in the Wells family this automatically wins the match.  In other situations this is simply 12 points

Dirty Bag – bag bounces off the ground onto the board.  Presumably if this bounces on to the board then into the hole this is a Dirty Backdoor Bag but this is not clarified – 1 or 3 points depending on where it ends up

Slippery Granny – 3 bags in a row on the board.  I have no idea what the provenance of such a term might be but she’s worth 3 points whoever she is

Triple Dip – 3 bags in the hole in one round – 9 points and no further comment

Madden –  when a player violently tosses their bag at another player – no points and possible being sent to bed early

Perrego –  when a player refuses to play Baggo as they are intimidated by their opponent.  It is debatable whether this actually makes them a ‘player’ – match forfeited

Wash – all players get the same in the hole or on the board – no score

I’m sorry but if none of those raised even the slightest immature snorting of your tea then we can no longer be friends.

Having won some and lost more matches of Baggo and scored more than a few Slippery Grannies and holding myself back from more Maddens than I am willing to admit to, a few rounds of poker ensue until it is time to retire the children and sit by a blazing campfire being eaten into insanity by mosquitos and drinking ourselves into a position of not caring.  I’ll leave aside the somewhat bizarre notion of lighting a campfire in 25 degree heat and say only that it is one of the most relaxing pastimes I have come across here thus far.  The temperature remains so high that at bedtime my second favourite pastime is discovered by opening all the window zippers in the bed leaving only the insect netting and sleeping essentially out in the open looking up at the stars.

  Day 2

Another day, another new experience.  Well several really.  Firstly, campfire traybake breakfast.  Fabulous.  Secondly, in all my recollections, I have definitely never been sat on a tractor trailer being taken on a 5 km/h tour of a campsite at 10 o’clock in the morning.  Pretty sure it wasn’t on my bucket list but if it ever was I can certainly tick that one off now.  If they have a suggestions box I imagine it is full of tiny bits of paper with the word ‘cushions’ on them but hey, it was an experience, if not quite the rollercoaster that the photo would suggest.  The third and most gratifying of the recollections was later in the day at the beach.  I mean naturally I have been to a beach before, and many with less gravel than this one.  Beaches on the ocean, beaches by the lake, beaches up a hillside.  All are familiar to me.  What has so far been less familiar to me is actually taking a chair to the beach and actually planting it in the lake.  With temperatures this high it has to be said that this is genius.  Unhinged perhaps.  Precarious most definitely.  But given the temperature even when the clouds come over is in the high 20’s, depositing one’s chair actually in the water is still genius.  No need to move, no need to go swimming, unless the mood strikes.  Cooling down is as easy as picking up a Bubba flask of sneakily concealed radler, leaning back and letting the water come up as far as your tits.  Luckily for anyone reading this, the act of submersing oneself in semi-dress in a lake dampens the ability to carry a camera a little.  Modern mobiles are waterproof but I didn’t want mine floating away in a rip-tide so luckily for you all there is no photo evidence to strike you blind.  There will be photos of other people doing this on a future post though just to make sure it is clear that this is not the invention of my fevered imagination.

  Day 3

Following another fine evening of games, cards, drink and burning stuff we are getting ready to pack it all up and head back.  Getting things set up had been a mixture of random chucking stuff out of the truck and the camper and arranging it once retrieved.  The take-down was far more ritualistic.  Everything has to fit in its place so must be correctly folded.  Anything that has touched the ground must be brushed off.  Recycling must be separated and taken off to the appropriate place, unused firewood safely stored for future use.  Grey and black water tanks must be emptied. The Wells’s have a well oiled machine and within an hour we were on our way home.

So overall, camping? Yeah no problem.  In fact it is something I feel I ought to do more of when I return to the UK.  There is something therapeutic about dragging your life down the road on wheels and then feeling like you are in the middle of nowhere and living a simpler life.  If I thought this was the peak of the trip so far though, where we were headed next would blow my mind.

Training Camp Campers Cove 27th to 29th July Day 1 So part of what I wanted to do while I was out here was to get myself doing things which I hadn't done before or at least hadn't done for a long time.  

[sadaveniren]

wait when did kevin abstract and louis meet??? im cornfused

hahaha sorry i don’t know for sure they met. kevin had backstage passes to msg day 2(?) and louis was (more than likely) at msg so i just made a joke that they met. they more than likely did not actually meet BUT A GIRL CAN DREAM THAT THEY DID.