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just so we’re all clear the beach boys would decimate the beatles in a fist fight through sheer Californian force of will
A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad
#this is team skull
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying “You can pet me, but don’t pick me up!” One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him “did you see the sign?” He said “yeah! it says that you can pick them up but don’t pet them!” Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said “I didn’t read it right did I?” And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said “its ok, i know you’ve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shits” And I still haven’t gotten over that interaction.
I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. He’s a little thing tbh we call him short and long. So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like “hey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but your’s is so small I think it’s a good place to start.” Ofc I was like “yes he’s very friendly!” So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks “can I pick him up?” And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number two’s lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes “hey man, it’s okay just relax I’d never let anything hurt you. He’s a good boy.” I’ll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like ‘ah yes the two least intimidating living things I’ve seen in Boston all day he’ll feel relaxed around them’ and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy
I love this
I was (of course it was) in NYC at the time, riding on the R train and this burly, tall, leather and black jeans with fuck off huge steel-plated knee-highs and a fourteen foot lime green mohawk gets on the train and sit’s down, his jansport backpack making this Ghu-awful THUNK as he sets it between his feet. And no one says anything. Everyone saw him because how could you not?
And he opens his bag and starts rustling through it and sets aside some YA novel that I don’t remember but that it had this absolutely lovely lavender purple cover. and then he pulls out his fucking knitting and just goes to town. Just, minding his own business, knitting away intently, listening to his earbuds.
And wasn’t a person on that train gonna say a DAMN thing about it. No one pointed or made any comments because this dude was built to crush motherfuckers. And he was knitting in public so you know he knew no fear and was happy and confident and then this little girl walked away from her mum and walked straight up to him and waved and her mother looked surprised (but not scared, this is NYC - we don’t know fear because we’re too busy). But the guy sees this little girl wave at him and just gives her the BIGGEST SMILE and waves back and takes out an earbud and says hi and they start talking about knitting and how he learned on his own and she wanted to learn and her mother didn’t know. But he suggested that there were knitting clubs and a lot of them were free and would happily help a new little knitter like her.
It was the single most adorable and heart warming thing of my life. Like here’s this dude with a Rancid t-shirt that looks like it was probably printed in someone’s flat fifteen years ago with an anti-nazi patch right over his heart and enough metal in his clothes to be worth recycling but a little girl waved and what type of nasty, heartless fuck doesn’t smile at kids? That ain’t punk.
AmiaFairyPrincessYet and I accidentally wore matching outfits yesterday, for Halloween the First! Lets get spooky folks!
[Image Description: Two young white women are posing outside in front of some goldenrods and wild grasses. Both are wearing very similar bright orange shirts with jack-o-lantern faces on them. On the left is me, sitting in my wheelchair, wearing black and pink wheelchair gloves, and posing with my hands under my chin. I have my hair dyed pink and blue, with an undercut on one side that shows my natural brown hair. I’m smiling and wearing black framed glasses. I’m wearing a black choker, a jack-o-lantern sweatshirt, a black dress, black leggings, and purple shoes that match the purple frame of my chair. On the right is my friend Blythe. She is standing next to me, with a coppery metal cane with a scale pattern. She has one hand under her chin like mine, and is making a very sassy face. She has bright orange hair, wire framed glasses, and is wearing black lipstick. She is wearing a jack-o-lantern tank top, black and red plaid shirt, dark jeans, and brown boots.]
Photo credit to AmiaFairyPrincessYet
Wait, y'all are so fuckin cute, I'm so mad
Final project on time and space. Based off of how us chronically ill folks spend so much time in waiting rooms/waiting for care/waiting for answers from doctors/etc. I had a lot of fun making this, but it was really difficult to try to do long exposure of people.
A quarter page illustration of Lore’s The Castle. This project was super fun for me, because I really love doing illustrations, and it feels good to do something that doesn’t feel just like color selection.
HH Holmes is a fraud who built a hotel. He killed a bunch of people inside it because he was a really fucked up guy. When he got arrested he said it wasn’t his fault, cuz he had the devil in him. Building had secret chambers, trapdoors, hidden laboratories, 2nd floor was a labyrinth, hidden chambers, alarms for if anyone tried to escape. Some rooms were windowless, had gas jets, asbestos. The vault: only 1 person (gas chamber designed to send bodies to the basement). Box full of female skeletons, a crematorium, preserved things from the victims, buried child skeleton Rack designed to stretch bodies Acid “Modern charnel house” Boiled eggs, dry toast, coffee - gallows, black hood- broken neck but alive for ~15 min, buried in a coffin filled with cement “I was born with the devil in me. I could not help it... My piece was an attempt at portraying “the evil one” H.H. Holmes said he had “standing as his sponsor” from the time he was born to the time he died.
This project was awful. It was dumb and boring and I couldn’t stand it, and I know it looks terrible, and there are spaces in it. I was just so fucking done, I couldn’t do it anymore. Sorry Justin
This was possibly the worst fucking time I’ve ever had doing a project. It was miserable after about the second frame, not to mention that there are other programs that make GIFs a lot more easily than Photoshop.
Accidentally posted this on my other blog. Oops. I hate making gifs. This gave me so much trouble. Bluh
I actually didn’t mind this project. It did take me over 12 hours to finish though, and I definitely didn’t keep exactly on the every 10 minutes towards the end of it, because my roommates were sleeping and there was no option to have my phone just vibrate instead of the annoyingly shrill alarm. It’s probably okay, given how long I took to make this though. I should still have as many, if not more frames than everyone else. The side of my left hand (so the one on the right) looks a little bit weird) because I’m left handed, so everything I draw with gets all over the side of my hand, which is why it’s oddly dark and a different color palate than the rest of that hand.
I used a lot less layers on this than the other self portrait, because there’s no point in using that many layers. It’s just confusing and takes up space. I think the rims of the glasses were probably the most difficult part of the piece, just being what they are, they were really tedious to draw.
I hadn’t realized this when I was picking the colors, but purple and orange are very festive.
I fucking hated this project. Also there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that this would ever be considered Rockwell Kent’s style. I don’t know shit about oil painting, and I hate blending. It was super difficult to try to simplify things, and I still didn’t do a very good job of it. There are like two bigger blocks of color, but there are tons of tiny ones for no reason and this looks like literal garbage. Without the actual image next to it, I wouldn’t be able to tell what the fuck this even was. I think the water looks fine. That’s probably because it’s all one color.
Edit: After cropping the picture to be more of a panorama featuring less of the rocks, I definitely like it more, and I think it makes a lot more sense.
I didn’t fully understand that this portrait was supposed to be painting-style, so I’ll probably redo it. I also don’t have a background, again because of time due to being sick. This is generally the type of style I enjoy doing art in, so it wasn’t particularly difficult for me to do. I did make my skin a bit too pale, but that doesn’t particularly bother me.
I almost dislocated my fucking shoulder to get this picture. I spent nearly ten hours working on Hickory (the man on my shoulder), and my face and hand. so the background is nearly nonexistent, and my rat’s nest (see what I did there) of a bun, looks like garbage and is 200% flat. I’ll probably go back later and fix that, I just was only able to get so much done because I was sick as shit when the project was assigned.
I like how Hickory and my face turned out, and my hand is alright, and I’m glad I didn’t decide to blend colors together, but I’m disappointed I couldn’t go more into detail on my sweatshirt, or get more of the background in and get this in on time.
I did this project on my cane because we were supposed to find something that was personal to us. I picked it because I have lots of chronic pain problems and it is helpful. This was one of
the first times I had ever tried to use Photoshop to make some- thing sort of realistic looking.
I kind of struggled with drawing this apple, largely because the light in the the room was ambient, which made it more difficult to figure out where the shadows on the apple itself should go. The shadows on the table were a lot easier for me. The fade between the reds and greens was also a bit difficult. The curve on top of the apple was a bit pointy, which makes it look odd in the painting, but it did look like that in real life.
I like that the white shines make a little smiley face.