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Trying to keep up with this made me feel like English wasn’t my native language
English isn’t my native language and this felt like I was having a stroke
try not to get lost
Is there a website to look up models or people to draw, with gender, ethnicity, and age filters. (if possible)?
For example if a wanted to make a cartoon character realistic and use a real person for reference or to edit the photo to look like them?
I’ve been just googling white 20s male, black female 40s etc. (can’t find any good references for kids either) and been sifting through the results.
https://generated.photos/?ref=producthunt
https://generated.photos/faces
This site probably has what you’re looking for!
Look at what you can sort by!
Reblog to save an artist’s life
Shepherd to the Stars
It’s been so long since I’ve posted on my art blog! I’ve been on an MA course for storyboarding and I’ve just graduated :D
I’ve also been playing a lot of FFXIV! And I finally found some time to draw my WoL. I’ve been having so much fun playing this game. It has such a lovely community, and the story is phenomenal.
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that is some next level knot magic.
it isn’t though!!! it’s because most relationships aren’t worth the effort. The “sweater curse” is actually most commonly called the “BOYFRIEND sweater curse.” Which=heteronormative, but the curse most often falls on a woman knitting a sweater for a boyfriend. Before she finishes the sweater, they break up - pop culture would have you believe it’s because the boyfriend freaks out do to the weirdness/clinginess of having a sweater made for you, but I think knitters are wiser than that.
It’s because after spending serious £££ on materials, and then HUNDREDS OF HOURS OF LABOR on the creation of the item, with every stitch a prayer of totally focused intent, creating a large display of technical skill - it is then gifted to a non-knitter who does NOT APPRECIATE the work/effort/skill/cost/TIME it took to make it, and in fact thinks you’re a bit weird and making a big deal out of a piece of clothing, and after they go “oh thanks” and shove your creation in the cupboard next to a sweater they got for £15 at an M&S sale, then they never wear your sweater because it’s too tight because when you asked them how their favorite sweaters usually fit they said “I ‘unno” and when you measured them for the fifth time and asked, rather tersely, if they had enough room in the chest, they said “I guess,” and then if pressed they say they don’t really like the sweater design, but then you point out that they were supposed to participate in helping you design it and they say they don’t really care about how things look, and when you say that you tried to match it to their other clothes so how can they hate it, then they say that honestly their mother still buys all their clothes because they hate going shopping, and that they hate all their other clothes too, well. That’s when a sensible knitter goes “Fuck this shit. And you know what? Fuck this man.”
This is what happens when someone posts in a knitting forum “Attack of the sweater curse!” - this is the usual story. It has a rigid plot. It is as old as myth.
That’s when you look at the time you spent and realize, “I could LITERALLY have written the first draft of a novel instead of doing this.” That’s when you go “I could have taken that £200 and bought myself a new wardrobe.” That’s when you go “I could have taken all that intent, all that willpower, all that creative force, and laid down some fucking witchcraft, all right?” That’s when you go “I basically spent 100 hours straight thinking about this bastard while making something amazing for him, and I have no evidence that he ever spent 10 hours of his life thinking about me.”
And “I could spend this time and energy and money in making myself an enormous, intricate heirloom silk shawl with just a touch of cashmere, in elvish twists and leafy lace in all the colors of the night, shot through with subtly glittering stars, warm in winter and cool and summer and light as a lover’s kiss on the shoulders, suitable for draping over my arms at weddings or wrapping myself in to watch the sea, a lace-knotted promise to myself that I will keep for my entire life and gift to my favorite granddaughter when I die, and she will wear it to keep alive my memory - but instead I have this sweater, and this fuckboy.”
The sweater curse is a lesson that the universe gives to a knitter at an important point in their life. It is a gift.
Knitting a sweater for a husband or wife generally doesn’t call down the curse, because the relationship is meant to be stronger than 4-ply.
(Although I say this, but I’ve taken over 5 years to finish a pair of mittens for my husband, because he casually asked me to do something customized with the cables, and I still can’t get the math to work on the right hand.)
Ohh yes yes this!! I am not a knitter. But my grandma is. And she knitted me some beautiful sweaters and our relationship is very strong. Because that between a grandma and her grandchild is a different one, than a new romance. It’s stronger!
This is Money Marge. Reblog for a miracle of finances to come to you
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disaster combo,,, but make it fashion
Chaos Team? 🦉🦊🐧
as the saying goes; iwaoi, g
Hajime can’t help it.
He’s staring. He’s staring at Tooru—at all the little changes about him that hadn’t translated through video chat. The little sun-bleached highlights in his hair (shorter now, but still as soft as Hajime remembers). His uneven tan, and the undeniable confidence in his posture. Under the cozy sweater he’s wearing, Hajime knows he’s in better shape than ever. He knows because it’s Hajime’s sweater and he helped Tooru put it on this morning, after a night spent making love to each other.
Hajime’s staring, and he can’t bring himself to care. Tooru deserves to be appreciated. Everything about him shines—he’s mesmerizing.
“Are you possibly giving me googly eyes, Iwa-chan?” Tooru gently nudges his calf under the kotatsu, an impish smile on his face.
“Yeah, I am,” Hajime admits.
Tooru splutters out a conflicted rendition of “Iwa-chan!”, red blooming on his cheeks. “You’re—you’re supposed to deny it! I can’t when you— just like that…!”
Hajime laughs. “Why deny it? We’re way past that phase in our relationship. I want to look at you. I want to tell you that I can’t take my eyes off you.”
Tooru’s face goes even redder. “Iwa-chan…”
“You’ll be back in Argentina in a week. I’m not wasting a single minute looking anywhere else but you, Tooru.”
Tooru gives him a smoldering look that goes entirely under Hajime’s skin. His eyes—his eyes. They glow, gold shimmering below the rich brown of his irises, warming his entire expression. He swallows, hands gripping the edge of the kotatsu, and then he ducks down, out of sight. Making himself impossibly small, he manages to crawl under the kotatsu with just enough wiggle room for his upper body to make it out on the other side. His hair is completely messed up now, but he gives Hajime a triumphant smile, pulling himself up by Hajime’s shoulders.
“What are you doing?” Hajime asks, making just enough space for Tooru to be comfortable in his lap.
“Giving you a better view?” Tooru bites his lip. “Well, and this.”
Tooru tilts his head up to brush a soft, lingering kiss against Hajime’s lips. Even with the chasteness of it, Hajime shivers, reflexively chasing after Tooru’s lips. He keeps him close, his hand curling around the side of his neck, and steals another kiss, entirely unsatisfied. With Tooru, it’s never enough. Even if he weren’t returning to Argentina after the holidays, it wouldn’t be enough.
When Tooru pulls back slowly, he leaves four whispered words against Hajime’s lips.
“I love you, Hajime.”
This isn’t the first time Tooru has told him, not by a long shot, but something about the way he says it this time hits him with a new kind of significance. Tooru has always been the playful type, always teasing, always laughing a little when he tells Hajime he loves him. Hajime knows without a doubt that he always means it, but this … this is different. He’s completely serious now. He doesn’t hide.
Just like Hajime no longer saves his lingering glances for when Tooru isn’t looking, Tooru tells him exactly what he means, how he means it.
Hajime’s heart swells. He didn’t think it possible, after years and years of being friends, partners and then partners, but despite the long, long months they spent on different sides of the world, they’ve grown even closer.
Unable (and unwilling) to resist the urge, Hajime brings Tooru close again, losing himself in those glowing eyes.
“I love you, too.”
He's correct and he should say it.
I’ve been trying to ignore the comments on this post for days, but we’re going on 10k notes, now, and I’ve had a bit too much MCU Stans Being Willfully Ignorant And Purposely Misinterpreting Quotes this morning, so let’s take a crack at this.
First of all, it’s not an attack on genre films, generally. It’s not even an attack on a genre of film, specifically. He didn’t speak about “superhero movies” as a whole, like Ridley Scott or James Cameron have in the recent past (although, let’s face it, the genre is synonymous with Marvel at the moment, anyway). He expressly targeted Marvel films; the MCU in particular. Gee, I wonder why.
He also didn’t say that they were “bad”, he called them theme parks. You read that superficially and assumed that he meant, “Things that are fun” but what he actually meant was, “Things that are built with the soul purpose of funneling people into seats to be optimally profitable.”
It’s very amusing to me that you folks will log on Tumblr to hem and haw about late stage capitalism, but then leap at the chance to defend your favorite Mickey Mouse production from the scary old man who’s been trying his best to make good films for 50yrs. What good, respectable consumers!
Lastly, he refers to cinema as “human beings trying to convey emotional, and psychological experiences to other human beings,” and you guys all either went, 1) “Cinema just means it’s a movie played in a theater, hurr hurr hurr,” 2) “Thor almost cried one time when he planet blow up,” or 3) “That’s pretentious! Everything is art! My cheerios are art!” and again this is missing the point.
When you watch a Marvel film, a writer didn’t decide that he had something interesting to say about Frog Man and pen a script, and then a director didn’t get to take said script and produce a work through their own artistic lens. A boardroom full of people in suits sat around and decided which licensed properties they already owned the rights to would be most profitable, and how it would fit into the conveyor belt of content they’d already pre-designed, and then they controlled every single aspect of that production, down to tone and color grading. And if you don’t believe that, ask Edgar Wright.
Martin Scorsese gave you guys an incredibly milquetoast, obvious criticism of movies you slurp down, and it made you all fume, but what you should be mad about is that you’re forced to consume fast food art when you could, just as easily, be getting filet mignon with the same genre and character roster.
Everyone likes to bring up Black Panther, but can you imagine a world where the incredibly talented Ryan Coogler hadn’t been handcuffed by a corporation. Can you imagine the movie that could have been?
Crusty Boy Shigaraki Tomura /!\ Do NOT Repost /!\
Adhd is so weird because ghosts could be messing with me and moving my stuff and I literally wouldn’t know. That chair wasn’t there a second ago? Oh well I must have moved it without thinking. The tv was on all night? I guess I forgot to turn it off. Did I leave this window open? Probably.
I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS THE OTHER DAY!!! How I wouldn’t even notice to be haunted...unless it would be really creepy and attacking me...cause damn, I’m just a clutter!
people complaining about the lack of content in fandoms lately: maybe if y'all didn’t steal and repost other people’s hard work and actually showed your appreciation for it by liking it, commenting on it, reblogging it, etc, and/or didn’t spend all your time harassing people who like things you don’t like, or like things differently than you, fanartists and writers would feel like producing more work?
This is what happens when you try to push adults out of fandoms. You stop getting content
Oikawa put on pyjams on the party, what an idiot
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