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Apartment hacks masterpost
Kitchen
How to clean up kitchen (particularly the sink)
10 commandments of a clutter-free kitchen
5 things to do in the kitchen before you go to bed
What is soapy bowl and why itās awesome
How to organize your fridge (also here and here)
Cleaning
Lots of cleaning tutorials and tips
How to clean up pantry
How to make your house look cleaner than it really is
How to wash pillows
Cleaning the bathroom
How to clean the nastiest places
Floor-to-celling guide to spring cleaning
Recaulking your bathtub
Cleaning grout
How to dispose of toxic waste
Cleaning the medicine cabinet
How to make chores more fun
Easily forgotten things that you should clean/replace
Why you need a catch-up day
Looking for a flat/moving
First apartment checklist
Where too look during an apartment hunt (and some more tips)
What to do first in a new place
What do clean before moving out
How not to get crazy during moving flats
How to downgrade to a smaller place
Organisation, storage
10 habits for better home organisation
How to store off-season items
10 storage ideas for small spaces
Storage secret weapons
How to organise your closet
Things to do before twice-yearly closet switchout
How to store and maintain your sweaters
Decluttering
Why it feels great
How to get rid of clutter
How to declutter (not only a flat)
What needs to be thrown away from your flat
How to let go of the things you no longer need
Things you own too many of
Decuttering the bathroom
Decluterring masterpost
Decorating
Projects for every room in your home/flat
Add style to your home
DIY decorating ideas
How to use negative space
4 common decorating mistakes and how to avoid them
Questions to ask yourself before buying something new
How to choose furniture thatāll be easier to clean
Season-specific tips
Things to do before the cold season
Household hacks for winter
Preparing for Christmas
Living alone / Sharing a flat
How not to be lonely when living alone
12 things you can only do when home alone
What you learn by living alone
Things you learn while sharing a flat
How to seamlessly share a kitchen
Safety issues to discuss with flatmates
Benefits of living with strangers
Masterposts
10 Gift Ideas for The Broke Person:Ā Gift giving can get expensive. Hereās how to work it into your budget.Ā Click here.
Adulting: I make weeklyĀ āAdultingā posts that cover food, cleaning, saving money, and living on your own. Click here.
Balancing a Checkbook: How to balance a checkbook (and some relationship advice).Ā Click here.
Budgeting on Minimum Wage:Ā Some tips/tricks to living off a minimum wage budget. I also offer example budgets based on full time and part time minimum wage salaries.Ā Ā Click here.
Car Insurance: Looking into car insurance but unsure where to start? Click here.
First Apartment: Learn how to look for apartments, set up your utilities, plus general first apartment advice. Click here.
Gym memberships: My weirdly popular post about gym membership. Click here.
Jobs:Ā My post with helpful links to cover letter and resume writing.Ā Click here.
Living on Your Own: Transitioning from a roommate situation to living on your own for the first time?Ā Click here.
Living on Your Own (With Cats): My personal favorite post, detailing how to live on your own with cats and not loose your mind. Click here.
Long Distance:Ā Advice on long distance relationships.Ā Click here.
Meal Tips: My quintessential guide to feeding yourself on a student or small budget. Click here.
Paper Organization: Learn how to keep your important documents in order.Ā Click here.
Renting vs. Student Housing:Ā Weigh the pros and cons of renting off campus and living on campus.Ā Click here.
Storage: I get so many storage related questions. Here are some thoughts on storage in small apartments and dorm rooms.Ā Click here.
Tomato Sauce: Hereās a post entirely devoted to making tomato sauce. Itās cheap, easy to make, and soĀ delicious.Ā Click here.
Adulting 110
This post marks my tenthĀ Weekly AdultingĀ Blog! Woot woot. Iāve amassed a lot of new followers since first starting this weekly post, and more of you wonderful and supportive people join me every day. Because of this, I have decided to recycle some of my favorite suggestions from the past nine posts for todayās blog.
Shoutout this week to @piratejenna and @squeakyrainbowsocks. Please give them lots of love!
1.Ā Important documents. One of the first things you should do before you move out is get all your important documents from your parents/guardians. Iām talking your Social Security Card, Birth Certificate, high school or college transcripts, banking information, etc. Trust me.
2. Baking Soda and vinegar are your one-stop cleaning solution for everything. Clogged drains, shower heads, cat pee stains, etc.Ā
3. Automatic payments. Donāt enroll in automatic bill payments unless youāre extremely comfortable with the company. This will prevent companies from charing your bank account or credit card extra without your consent. For example, Iām confident that Birchbox wonāt overcharge me, but have less faith in Verizon.Ā
4. Scented trash bags. Are literally the same price as regular trash bags, but help keep your trash smelling manageable.Ā
5. Food hygiene. Rewrap/repackage your deli meats and cheeses a few days after purchasing them. Wrapping paper has a shorter shelf life than the products themselves and will cause them to spoil early.
7. Keep paper bills. Bills such as internet, rent, and utility for up to five months. These help prove residency, which will be useful when applying for Medicaid, in-state tuition, and for some jobs. If youāre not receiving any sort of paper bills, keep pay stubs with your address on them instead.
8. Reuse containers. Get takeout often? Takeout containers are microwave and dishwasher safe, and are often durable enough to substitute as tupperware. Wash and reuse them!
9. Folding chairs. These are the answer to limited seating space in a small apartment. In my first apartment I threw a āBring Your Own Chairā party because I literally had three chairs and a couch. Now I store my folding chairs in the closet during the winter, and leave them outside all summer long.Ā
10. Airborne. Flu season is upon us! Go immediately to your local pharmacy and pick up a pack of this magical tablets. When your throat starts to feel scratchy in that characteristic pre-sickness way, pop one in a glass of water. If you catch your cold early on, these will effectively prevent your from getting sick. Satisfaction guaranteed.Ā
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[i've never doubted that palestine will live.
the US dropped more than 7.5 million tons of bombs on vietnam, laos and cambodia from 1965-75. they destroyed our land, used agent orange, slaughtered villages, separated families, the list goes on.
but we're. still. here.
indigenous people are still here. black people are still here. colonized people are resilient. even if you kill our people, ban our languages, destroy our homes, heritage sites and artifacts, we will always find a way to keep our cultures alive and that has always been true
so much of the west and isntreal's tactics and actions are hauntingly familiar to me as a viet person. its a colonizer's rinse and repeat. and so that's how i know palestine will be free. we've seen this film before]
Youāre a regular office worker born with the ability to āseeā how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.
You decide itās best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. Heās a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?
You extend your hand. āI noticed youāre new here. Whatās your name?ā
He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if heās looking right through you. āThe nameās Clark,ā he says. āSo, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?ā
This one wins.
Itās been a few weeks, and one of Clarkās friends shows up.Ā Sheās pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out.Ā First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.
Clarkās introducing her around.Ā Ā āThis is my good friend, Diana, sheās in from out of town.ā
You blink, and take a step back in fear.Ā Youāve never seen an 11 before.
The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you canāt help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.
Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses youāre 99% sure he doesnāt actually need, and asks tentatively,Ā āEverything all right?ā
You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.
Thatās it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way thatĀ Brucie Wayne is a 10.
At this point, youāve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldnāt be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.
He was an 8.
The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.
There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. Thatās when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didnāt notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.
IT GOT BETTER
Despite this, you go about your life. You donāt talk to Clark ā Superman? ā and kept out of his way. His girlfriend Lois Lane ā she was a five when you first met, but now sheās a nine just like you ā tries to get you to interview Bruce Wayne, but you refuse. You meet other people in Clarkās group of friends with high numbers. The daughter of the police commissioner from Gotham. The forensic scientist from Central City. More and more people to avoid and worry about.
Meanwhile, your paranoia gets to you. You start working out. Training in self defense. Studying the Justice League, trying to find its members. Finding out all their identities so you can be ready.
One day you wake up with a ten above your head.
That day you get a call. You recognize the area code. Gotham. Your heart is in your throat. You should throw the phone away, run. Theyāve found you. Youāre doomed. You might be a ten, but you canāt beat them all.
You pick up the phone anyways.
āHello?ā
āHey, this is Clark Kent. I was wondering if we could talk.ā
Your mouth goes dry. āAbout what?ā
Clarkās voice goes quiet. āWell. About the Justice League.ā
You stiffen in your seat. Your adrenaline kicks in, and your eyes dart around the room. You can hang up, pack, grab a plane ticket to wherever and disappear. Your passport hasnāt expired, and youāve been talking to Perry White about a vacation anyways. You could say itās a family emergency and never come back.
But theyād find you. You know theyād find you. Theyāre goddamned superheroes. They can carry buildings. They could probably manage finding you.
āHello?ā Clarkās voice returns, tinged with concern, and suddenly you stop. Calm down. Theyāre the good guys. At least theyāre supposed to be.
āYeah, sorry, just a little shocked youāā
āCaught up to you?ā Clark asked. He laughed a little, but it wasnāt teasing. His voice had his regular ease, the same casual tone he would employ to talk about the weather in the break room. āYeah. Lois noticed your odd behavior, actually. We didnāt realize it was linked to the League until you refused to interview Bruce, and then we knew something was up.ā
āSpeaking of Bruce Wayne, are you using his phone? Your area code is Gotham, not Metropolis.ā
Clark laughed. āDamn. Lois wasnāt kidding when she said you were the best investigator working for the Daily Planet.ā
āI just notice things is all.ā You laughed nervously. You still canāt shake your general unease. This guy could kill you without any effort. Youāre no match for him, or for any of his friends for that matter. Hell, Batman didnāt even have powers and heād still fuck you up.
āYeah, and thatās a skill we could use around here. Would you like to talk about joining? Bruce can send you a car, bring you hereāā
āNo,ā you say, sharper than you intended. āSorry. Iād rather meet in public, if thatās okay with you.ā
āOf course. Lunch or coffee? Itās still early, but itās a bit easier to cram all of us in a restaurant than a coffee shop.ā
āLunch, I guess. And no superhero stuff.ā
Clark pauses, then sighs sadly. Youāve heard this sadness before in rare amounts. When bad things happened and fear and greed overtook people, heād always frown and sigh, like someone watching their best friend self destruct, unable to help or save them. āYouāre afraid of us. Arenāt you?ā His voice is concerned and hushed.
A pang of guilt starts to replace the fear. āYou can throw around buildings like a sack of potatoes, Clark. Your friend is powerful on an impossible level, Bruceās kid is a fucking eightāā
āWait, wait, wait,ā Clark said, the sadness disappearing. āYou have a number system for us?ā
āLook, itās a whole thing. Iāll talk about it over lunch.ā You grab your laptop bag. āWhere are we meeting?ā
Clark said something to someone else. āGot any restaurant ideas? They want lunch.ā
Bruce Wayne ā youāve heard enough interviews to recognize his voice ā said, āSaffronās pretty good.ā
āJesus,ā someone else said. Youāve heard the voice, but you couldnāt place it. āI keep on forgetting youāre rich.ā
āYou donāt think itās a little much, Bruce? The pay at Daily Planet is good but not that good,ā said Clark.
āIāll cover their tab.ā
āOkayā¦ā Clark returned to the call. āSaffron, inā¦thirty minutes? Youāre downtown, right?ā
āYou can get a table to Saffron in thirty minutes?ā said the strange voice. āBoy, am I glad I made friends with you guys.ā
āYeah, that works.ā Youāre a bit hesitant, but you swallow your nerves. At least for now. Your thoughts about threat levels made you forget that Clark is a decent guy. All you could do is hope that he thinks youāre decent, too. āSee you then.ā
āSee you then. Be safe. Bye.ā Clark hangs up, and youāre left in your room. The worry is starting to turn into something different. Excitement.
You shove the phone into your pocket, grab your keys, and head out the door. Youāre so full of restless energy you walk the whole way there. Once you arrive, you catch your reflection in the mirror and notice that youāre starting to suit that ten above your head.
KEEP GOING!!!!!!!
The hostess takes you to a hidden corner of the restaurant. Itās mostly empty, as though itās only just opened. Sitting at a long table, chatting politely, was the Justice League.
They arenāt wearing masks or uniforms, no bright colors and costumes. Clark Kent is in his usual office wear, Bruce Wayne is wearing a tailored suit, Diana Prince dons a nice blue dress, and Oliver Queen wears a nice button down. You donāt recognize two of them ā a twenty something in jeans and a hoodie, a man in a green shirt, and a burly guy in a baggy t-shirt and old jeans who looks like he had just washed up from the sea. All of them, aside from Diana, are tens, of course.
Clark Kent stands, shakes your hand when you come in. āGlad to see you made it.ā He introduces you to the others, and they all shake your hand quite happily and greet you like a friend. You learn that the guy in the hoodie is Barry Allen, the dude in green is Hal Jordan, and the beach dude is Arthur Curry. Waitresses, all ones, twos, and threes, come in with drinks, and one plops a mug of coffee in front of you, along with a small menu. Clark Kent gives you a knowing gaze.
Once the waitresses clear out, Bruce sits up straight. āClark, would you rather I do the honors?ā His silver watch glitters in the light from the windows.
āNo, no, Bruce,ā Clark says, setting down his glass of water. āI think itās best if I ask them myself.ā
Within a moment, you piece it together. āYou want me to join the Justice League?ā
Clark Kent cracks a smile. āHowād you guess?ā
āYou call me out of the blue, mention the Justice League, invite me to Bruce Wayneās place, and then here, where you introduce me to a group of people who all look strikingly similar to the members of the Justice League.ā You take a sip of coffee. āSubtlety is hardly your strong suit.ā
Barry Allen laughed. āThey got you there on that one.ā
āWell, youāre right. At first Bruce wanted to handle the situation himself,ā ā youād rather not think about what handle was a euphemism for ā ābut I insisted we do some more digging. We did, and what we found wasā¦surprising. To say the least.ā
You look at him oddly. You arenāt normal ā no one else saw numbers floating above peopleās heads ā but you werenāt surprising. Your parents were the only ones who knew about your ability, and theyāre long gone. Youāve got no checkered past, no odd historyā
āYou have powers.ā Clarkās voice was clearly impressed.
āHow did you find out about that?ā The fear comes back, forming a knot in your stomach. āIāve never told anyone else about it.ā
āItās not hard to notice,ā Barry Allen says in between sips of soda. āMost of the information we got we got from Lois after sheās hung out with you.ā
āIāve never her told her anything about the numbers, though.ā
Oliver Queen sits up, flashing you a confused look. āNumbers?ā
Okay, somethingās not right here. āThe number I see over everyoneās heads,ā you say, keeping your voice low. āIt ties into how dangerous everyone is. Usually itās just a one or two, maybe a three or four or five if theyāve got some kind of training or if they work out or whatever. Almost everyone at this table has a ten.ā
āAlmost?ā Diana furrows her brow.
āYou have an eleven,ā you add.
Diana nods, smiling with a bit of pride and making an āI told you soā face to Bruce Wayne, who rolls his eyes. Oliver Queen clears his throat as Bruce and Hal pass him a couple bills.
āIgnore them,ā Barry says, rolling his eyes at the three of them. āWhat you said was interesting ā I might have to ask you a few questions on that later ā but it wasnāt what I found. Remember the sensory and memory study you did when you were ten?ā
You do remember it. Your parents were contacted by a scientist friend of theirs who needed kids to run a study on memory and stimuli. You remember it clearly. The large sterile room, the tests, the person conducting them, a handsome woman with a four above her head, the questions, the smell of latex gloves and fresh bleach. But you donāt remember the results. You were never told the results, other than that they were good, though with a test like that it was hard to say.
āWell, I found the tests. And they were superhuman.ā
Oh shit this is the best one!
Please please please keep it going!
āWaitā¦ā You couldnāt even process something that ridiculous at first. āMy best friend all through high school was in that trial too, thatās how we met. She was a lot of things, but superhuman wasnāt one of them.ā
Barry reached in his pocket and pulled out a pocket sized composition notebook and paged through it.
āWhat was the name?ā Oliver demanded as you, and everybody else at the table watched Barry, but you were the only one who didnāt know what he was doing.
āUh⦠oh! Me? Sorry. Her name was Irene. Irene Schumer. Why?ā
Barry went back a page and then looked up from the book at all of the heroes around him and shook his head sadly.
āWhen did you last talk to Irene?ā Diana asked gently. Too gently. Gentle to the point that you knew something terrible was up.
There was a tightness in your chest as you tried to remember. I guess it had been a while, but not a lifetime ago. You still saw her spouse posting stuff on Facebook with their kid. But now that you thought about it, Irene was always tagged in the picture, but not in them⦠āItās been a few years. Maybe⦠nine?ā
After they all exchanged a glance, Bruce said solomnly, āIām sorry to tell you this, but we have it on good authority that Irene has been killed.ā
Shit.
Suddenly the room seemed to dim and all of the Justice Leauge were looking at you, Clark even leaned towards you as if he expected you to break right there. But you had more tact than that.
āYou have it on good authority? What the hell does that even mean, Mr. Wayne? Whoās authority is good?ā
Clark stopped Bruce from talking and slowly explained, āOnce we found out about the⦠nature⦠of the experiment, we started trying to track down the results and the participants. Something that Barry found out⦠well⦠every year, one person from the trial was killed.ā
āSorry to interject,ā Hal suddenly spoke.
That was the first time you actually paid attention to him. His features were nearly as strong as Dianaās and Clarkās, but his hair was much more⦠shaggy?
āBut we thought that maybe the reason they were being killed was because of how dangerous the testers determined them to be-ā
He stopped when you snorted.
āImpossible,ā you insisted, āIrene was the only fully grown adult Iāve seen with a 1 above her head. Iāve had a three as long as I can remember until recently.ā
āUntil recently?ā Diana repeated.
Oops. Probably best to leave out the fact you were a ten right now.
āMaybe,ā Clark said when he saw you didnāt want to answer, āit has something to do with the type of power it is.ā
Clark seemed to be trying to put you at ease more than anybody else sitting at the table.
āA person with superhuman abilities or whatever canāt give off a one. Thatās⦠insane,ā you started arguing.
āUnless her power was deception,ā Oliver muttered. He looked at Barry and asked, āhow many people are left from that experiment that havenāt died, disappeared, or become incompacitated?ā
He didnāt even look at the book before saying ājust oneā
Every eye fell to you again.
It was like someone poured something hot over your head. Your scalp burned and tingled and then it trickled down your neck and spine and made your shoulders ache until your arms tensed. You had to decide if you believed them or not. They were supposed to be the good guys, Clark seemed to think you two were friends, but some of the stuff they were saying was⦠ridiculous. Impossible. Inconceivable. Unbelievable. Just⦠You picked your coffee up and took a drink. To mask everything you were thinking.
You set it down and tried to lighten the mood by saying, āMight need something stronger.ā
That pulled a few smirks out of some.
āOkay,ā you sighed, āletās say-hypothetically- I believe you and Iām willing to go along. What is⦠I mean, what do you want⦠what are you gonna do about it?ā
āWell, we started with meeting up with you for lunch to see if youād be interested in joining us. Joining our little team.ā
You examined all of them. Perfect, poised, powerful, with some kind of super power- besides Bruce (you assume). You had none of that. You had a history of hapkido, a green belt in tae kwon do, and saw floating numbers above peoples heads. That was hardly as impressive as anyone else at the table.
āWhy would you want me to?ā You finally asked. āIt doesnāt make sense. Iām not a hero. I canāt throw buildings, or fly, Iām not bulletproof, at all. Thatās not a⦠liability? Or a bad idea?ā
āNone of us think so,ā Bruce Wayne leaned forward.
āMr. Wayne-ā
ā-Bruce,ā He corrected without making much noise.
āBruce. What do you think I have that somebody else doesnāt have?ā
It was a while before he said, āSkill. Spirit. Talent. But more importantly, a calling to be part of our team.ā
Destiny.
The word your grandmother had said to you everyday since your parents died until her death echoed in your head. Everything leads to your destiny, but you have to know when youāve reached it. Was this is? Did you reach it?
āSo,ā Bruce said abruptly, āWhat do you say?ā
You paused for a moment, your eyes drifting back down to the coffee on the table. What did you say? If you accepted their proposal ā if this wasnāt just one big prank ā what then? What did they expect you to do? What did you really have to offer? Nothing like this ever came for free, without consequence. What were you going to have to give up?
You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Glancing around, you could see that everybodyās eyes were trained on you expectantly. They were waiting.
Where had your confidence gone?
āI-ā Your throat caught on the words. Not a good sign. You tried again, much more successful this time. āIām going to have to think about it.ā You could practically feel the whole table let out bated breaths. Disappointment and something else rang through the air like a gong, reverberating inside your skull.
āI understand,ā Clark Kent, a man youād known for over a year now, nodded as he sought to relieve the tension in the air. āItās a big decision to make. I trust that youāll make the best one.ā
āYeah,ā Barry agreed. āI mean, my entire life changed the day I decided to become the Flash.ā Your attention ā and your head ā snapped in his direction. So that was who he was? Your realization must have been clear, as he had made eye contact right after saying it with an upturning of the corners of his mouth that read something like: Oops⦠Well, too late now.
Diana spoke next, āYes. The life of a hero is very different from that which you have known so far. You must make this choice for yourself.ā Sincerity breached her face as she leaned slightly forward in your direction. āBut I firmly believe this ā the Justice League, with us ā Ā is where you belong.ā
Your eyes roamed around the table at everybody who had not yet spoken, taking in the malcontent clear on many of their faces. Guilt pinged in your brain against your will. No, you werenāt allowed to feel guilty. You had as much of a right to deny their offer just as you did to accept it. Besides, you didnāt even refuse yet, just extended the deadline.
You didnāt fail to notice Hal, Bruce, and Oliverās silence, but right now the anxiety latching onto you was more concerning. Discomfort was racing up your spine and you couldnāt help but be reminded of the values that floated up above everybodyās heads; By agreeing to meet this group of people, you had knowingly put yourself in more danger than you had ever been in before. You rose to your feet and addressed the table once more.
āThank you for your offer. As you understand, there is a huge choice in front of me and I need time to consider it more.ā You nodded at them, receiving a few nods in return. āI will contact you with my answer soon, after I think about it.ā You glanced at the two that you knew how to talk to ā Clark and Bruce, of which the former was probably the best option ā before turning away and taking careful, measured steps past the empty tables in this section of the restaurant.
As you approached an archway that led to a busier part of the restaurant, someone ā was that Oliver? ā spoke up. āWait a second, weāre really just going to let them go? Just like this? They know our identities, you canāt tell me thatās not dangerous.ā
A different voice this time, one you couldnāt quite make out. āWhy wouldnāt they accept? This is a chance of a lifetime and-ā
The words faded into obscurity as you got closer to the entryway.
There was so much for you to think about, so much for you to consider. What kind of changes would there need to be if you accepted? What about your friends and family? What would this mean for them? How much would you need to lie to them about this? What would happen if you told the truth? Would they be safe? How much danger would be in store for you? How much danger was already in your life? Your mind wandered to the notebook that Barry carried; Obviously, there was already a lot in store for you if everybody else was-
Your thoughts wandered to Irene. Somebody that you had known for so long and now she was dead. What of the others on that list? All of them were dead too. All of them were kids that you had met back when you were ten. Just kids. And to think that they had been dragged into this just because of something their parents signed them up for? That they were just kids when they were condemned to this fate? When they were sentenced to death? That didnāt settle right with you.
Your feet never carried you any closer to the entrance. Injustice and anger and courage welled up inside of you, replacing the fear and anxiety and uncertainty that had been there before. This was the chance of a lifetime, something that would most likely carry you toward your destiny; you couldnāt just walk away now. Especially when chances were that you were the next target of whoever was behind this. You had to do something, if not for yourself then for all of the others that didnāt have the opportunity to protect themselves. Something was stirring inside you that made you turn in the other direction.
Somebody must have heard your brisk walk back toward the table, because all of them, all of these superheroes, were looking at the doorway when you came through. Fear no longer rose up when you saw these people again; you were a ten too, just as dangerous as almost all of them. You could handle yourself. This was what you were meant to be doing with your life, you could feel it. You stood at the end of the oblong table, next to where you had sat previously, and took a deep breath. Determination coursed through your veins and when you opened your mouth, you spoke the words that changed the course of your entire life:
āScrew this whole āthinking about itā thing⦠Iām in.ā
happy pride to all the kids i apparently raised
you're my king and I'm your lionheart
(Am I actually posting on Tumblr again??? Idk but it seems as good a time as any doesn't it)
This is about Breaking Bad
Happy Pride from a Pair of Prideful Puffins! š³ļøāšš
HANAMUSA (JESSIExDELIA) MASTER POST
I probably should have started doing this forever ago but I wasnāt sure how long I was gonna stick with drawing these comics. But I guess weāre in it now! This will be continually updated~ EVERYTHING UNDER THE CUT
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How to deal with street cats
Be nice to them. Theyāre doing an important job. Do not chase them, grab them or harass them.Ā
Always bring some food with you, itās just polite.Ā
Approach them slowly, and let them come to you. Sometimes you might have to sit on the ground and tap it a few times. This is what you brought food for.Ā
At some point after you have managed to touch the cat it will turn and sprint away. This is when you start following it.
Cats do not want you to get lost, but they can be fast. Never lose sight of them, you should stay with it until your return. This might still look like your usual street but you are in a liminal space already. Try not to get lost.Ā
(NOTE: do not follow cats with mismatched eyes. You can pet them, but the moment they run away you should immediately turn your back to them and walk in the opposite direction.)
Black cats:
Follow black cats into the floor-level vents. Donāt worry, there are many spider webs but there arenāt any spiders.
Do not lose sight of them in the dark.
When you emerge, you will be in the same street you were before, but there will be no people to be found.
Do not stray, follow your cat. Sometimes it might want to just catch a bird and go back. Do not stay longer just to explore.
Ā If you hear the sound of a crowd in the distance do not try to follow it. Your cat will never lead you there.
You can take anything with you but you cannot take pictures or record video or sound.
Orange cats:
Orange cats hang around train stations for a reason. Follow them into the next train. You will not need a ticket.
If the cat wants you to scratch its ears during the trip, do it.
The landscape will not look like the area around your town. Ā Do not panic - this is normal.
The people in the train will not speak a language you understand or recognize, but they will have clothes and devices similar to yours. They are usually nice.
Get down at the same stop as your cat. You will not understand the name of the station, and no one will get off in the same station as yours. You should follow your cat, but it will never leave the station. Follow it into the next train to get back home.
Never stay in the train. Never wait for the last stop.
White cats:
White cats live on the edges. They will take you to many places but at the same time they will never take you anywhere.
If you meet them during the night-time, the sun will start rising, regardless of the time. If you meet them during the daytime, the sun will start setting. It will stay like this for the duration of the trip.
Follow them to the edge of a forest that smells like honeysuckle. You will hear the song of birds and the flow of water. You should never stray and enter the forest on your own. Your cat will not follow.
Follow them to a building where a fancy party is being held at. Through the windows you can see the food and the champagne. The guests will ask you to join them, but your cat will keep walking. Do not accept the invitation, and never eat the food or drink the champagne.
Follow them along the edge of a swimming pool. People will be bathing, playing and laughing. It will be hot, regardless of the season. Do not step too close to the edge, because they will try to grab your ankles and pull you into the water. Keep walking.
Once the sun finally sets or rises you will be back home. Never enter your house until you are completely sure the sky is changing.
Calico cats:
Calico cats are the safest. They will follow you instead.
Walk around your town and you will see everything is the same, but you will not be able to make the connections between the streets.
If you want to go to a certain place you will find it is no longer where it used to be.
You will not recognize anyone. Every single person in the street will be a stranger. They are not dangerous but do not look them directly in the eyes.
Never try to find your house. Because you will find it.
When you want to come back take the cat back where you found it. This might be more difficult than you expect.
Remember to always take some food with you, something made of iron, and comfortable shoes.
And remember to always be nice to the cats!
[russian translation by @rachell-redacted]
[if you like my writing consider buying me a coffee? your girl works night shifts ;u;]Ā @senshi76 gave me the suggestion for this one!
The Cat has its Heart on the Outside
Available as a fanzine in Swedish with a translation noteĀ here.
HII I love your art so much it's so expressive and it feels like theres so much movement in it! I was wondering if u had any tips or advice to help with that? I practice anatomy and expression so much but it seems like everything I draw on my own is so stiff!! Anyway I hope you have a great week :)) <3
Hi there! Firstly, thank you so much for the kind words, it means a lot that you would take the time to tell me!
Second- my advice is to take everything you've learned about anatomy and THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW!!!!!!!
... For now. Just into the front yard so you can keep an eye on it. But I have seen many artists concentrate chiefly on studying anatomy only to feel like their art ends up too stiff. My own experience has been to treat anatomy as a tool best used to correct an image in the later stages of construction rather than as your driving foundation.
If "correct" anatomy (however you choose to define that) is the priority of your undersketches, I find that you end up with a sort of Skeleton Song approach to drawing - y'know, the knee bone's connected to the thigh bone, etc etc. Whatever energy, emotion, or intent you wanted your drawing to convey is getting lost each time you split it into another anatomical segment. By over-focusing on individual parts, you lose sight of your image as a whole.
The key to conveying dynamic movement in motionless art is to ensure every element of your image agrees on and communicates the same action, the key to which is something called the line of action.
A line of action is simply that - an implied "line" with wich you lead the viewer's eye and communicate movement. Think of it as the core of your figure's action, simplified to its rawest form. By knowing this, you know what to emphasise and what to de-emphasise.
Well, art is a visual medium and I am better explaining with drawings than words or I'd never have picked up a pen in the first place, so:
Images can have multiple lines of action, lines of action can complement and contrast each other, and a line of action isn't always as obvious as something like running. Imagine you're tring to make your art more "aerodynamic" to the eye. Since I draw a lot of One Piece fanart, I assume you're also familiar with it, and you can probably imagine how Oda uses "lines of action" when composing panels of Luffy punching something, Zoro slicing something, Sanji kicking something- etc etc. He's really good at selling the "oomph" of action shots by reducing visual clutter so that the impact of the action is greater.
(The Monster Trio's abilities are all designed in such a way that allow for REALLY striking lines of action... you can tell Oda loves studying manga fight scenes and wanted to create a world where he could push these concepts to the limit, and it's no wonder One Piece caught the eye of animators even before it was serialised by Toei)
You're probably already noticing how line of action also feeds into composition and silhouette when it comes to conveying movement in an image. Basically put, once you've isolated whatever action it is that you want to convey, the more visual clutter you can streamline away from that action, the stronger an impact that will have on the viewer. A firm line of action, an uncomplicated silhouette for your figure, and a readable overall composition of your image/panel are all ways to minimise visual clutter.
You can also use this information to achieve the opposite effect! Sometimes the ideal action you want to convey is not fast, or powerful, or confident, and you can use the same principles.
In fact, you can apply line of action to images that don't have any "action" in them at all. You can make a drawing of someone simply standing there feel more lively by applying these same principles to their body language:
You can develop an eye for how to simplify movement down to its "lines of action" by studying real photos and other people's art. Try simplifying a figure to its silhouette, and then simplify that silhouette further to a stick figure. And honestly, a lot of this could be boiled down to "see your image as a whole and not just a collection of individual pieces". Set anatomy aside during the composition stage and bring it back in when you start building up the sketch.
Moving away from the line of action, my second piece of broad advice is simply to exaggerate more. Lots of artists subconsciously hold themselves back from pushing motion, expression, etc. out of concern that it will look "too much". Well, maybe it will- but you won't know that unless you try! You can always walk it back if you think you took it too far, but I think you'll be surprised by how far you can push your art before you hit that point.
My final piece of advice is to work on line confidence. Even if you follow the rest of this advice, if you have hesitant and scratchy lines, you're undermining the flow and punch of your art. The best way to improve line confidence is simply by practicing! Do a lot of quick, timed studies, and use a permanent medium like a ballpoint pen or marker. Focus on unbroken lines wherever possible even if it makes your studies look like garbo. I find traditional studies are best for improving line confidence, but if you'd really rather stick with digital then just don't let yourself use the eraser tool, and try using a chunky brush with limited pressure sensitivity.
And that's it! Don't stress about it too much though. Loosen up with your art and, like any other skill, you'll improve with practice, time, and analysing what you like about other people's art. Good luck!
[OC] Been enjoying playing P5R lately, so I thought it would be fun to revamp my old Persona OC I made in 2017 hahahaa. Check out his old design and lore here!