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sorry guys i lied im not a hater. i actually love how humans kiss when they like each other. i love that we make music and dance to it and do competitions for who can dance best and who can run the fastest. i love that bees vibrate. i love snails and i love that pigeons live in cities. i love that we invented bowling alleys and sports games and team games and table games and videogames. i love that we play sports and i love that we write things down and i love that we make spelling mistakes all the time. i love that we keep pets and we love them very much. i love that we cook and feed each other and work on making it tasty and share recipes with each other and i love that there’s a whole set of jobs that are just about making desserts. i love that although professional artists are a thing everyone can draw a little bit. i love that profesional artists ARE a thing. i love that we take care of each other and i love that we have slang and misunderstandings and jokes and that we are really really fucking funny. i love that we make friendships that last lifetimes and that we can have a 10 minute conversation with someone you’ll never see again. I even love that sometimes we feel a lot of things that make us believe that we don’t want to be alive but it’s not true, and that sometimes we feel alone but never truly are, and how we all feel like everyone else is human except us but that is the most human experience. I love kitties and i love bugs. i love knowing i love all of this.
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House would have figured out what’s wrong with Will Graham after nearly killing him and would have been like oh yeah also your therapist has been feeding you poison chicken soup that’s why you’re getting worse, probably should check his freezer too the guys not subtle with the cannibalism. But it’s easy to miss all this when you’re getting bent over the therapy chair instead of sitting in it.
Anonymous asked:
pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls plssssss give tips on how to draw better
I LOVE YOUR ART SM BTW!!!! UR ALSO RLY FUNNY PLS KEEP DOING WHATEVER THIS IS
also i ur takes on bsd (namely skk) r so real
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hey! thanks a lot dude though im not sure im the right person to ask this to since my art still has a lot to improve but from what i’ve gathered:
1-If you’re self taught, fuck tutorials. trial and error that bitch up, you’ll learn a lot more,
2-unless you’re gonna do like classical style paintings, keep movement and line fluidity in mind wayyy more than anatomy and realism,
3- studying others artists is fun and cool and can teach you a lot, don’t be scared. studying from real-life subjects is much harder but also a lot more rewarding. find your balance,
4- ditch the pencil and eraser, grab pen or ink. (at first it’s hard, but do some exercises to build confident movements in lines and vision. this can be as simple as drawing criss cross lines or quick circles over and over, or trying to draw 20 side profiles, badly done, as fast as you can with as little lines as possible, without caring whether it looks good. do it quickly, one after the other, carelessly),
5- color theory is not a myth, but it’s also not as complicated as people tend to make it. trial and error that bitch up, too. look at how colors interact in real life, how there’s hardly any pure, homogenous colors. take pictures of things and then turn them black and white and see how the values work themselves out,
6- don’t give up, watch Kiki’s delivery service and listen to the advice of the Crow Girl, and
7- make bad art. art doesn’t have to be “good.” there’s no “good” art,
8- in character design, it’s much more important to make the character be an expression of how they are (through shapes, lines and color) rather than being anatomically accurate,
9- everything can be broken down into basic shapes, and yet hardly anything in real life is perfectly straight. the human body has no right angles, walls and tables have imperfections, things are changing and moving all the time, so don’t get worked up about details. and lastly,
10- ditch everything i’ve told you and everything anyone has ever told you, go make whatever art feels right, however it feels right.
can you imagine going to college with sherlock? you’re minding your business but just every once in a while you hear from or bump into this absolute fucking nutcase who is majoring in chemistry and when you ask who he is they just tell you he’s a really weird guy, and then you happen to be together for a lab report and you’re pretty fucking sure he’s high as balls on cocaine, and you’re even more sure you saw him once snorting a line in the actual laboratory. he went to one (1) college party, opened his mouth, got punched and passed out. you don’t even doubt it was well deserved. you’re also pretty sure once he mentioned his brother was, and i quote, “queen of england” but he was dead serious about it.
This was way above my skill level looking back and it looks nothing like the draft which was a silly little thing but eh here ya go for the like 4 people that enjoy both these stupid fucking freak pairs in this godamnned website because I can’t take it anymore no one understands how sick they make me
#it gets better as it goes#ish#I need to do more stuff with them but they genuinely make me suicidal#shitpost#art#edit#boney m#ra ra rasputin#Rasputin edit#house md#hate crimes md#house md edit#hilson#hilson edit#bbc Sherlock#Sherlock#Sherlock edit#johnlock#johnlock edit#Gregory house#doctor house#James Wilson#sherlock holmes#john watson
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chuuya, when he finally gets his own car (he's known how to drive for ages now, but hasn't been allowed to unless necessary), marching over to dazai and forcing him inside. all smug and excited—"get the fuck in, dazai!!"—absolutely elated that he's the older one. rolling down the windows and turning the radio up all the way, annoying every building they pass as they speed through the entire city in minutes. fuck the red lights, and fuck the stop signs—they're laughing almost hysterically the entire time, and chuuya's clutching onto his hat because more than once it flies out the window. dazai's trying to stay calm and be the mature one but chuuya's smiles are infectious, and soon enough he's shouting off-key along with the music, flipping off anyone they pass, and skipping through the stations just to irritate chuuya—except chuuya's nearly doubled over in laughter, struggling to maintain control over the car and himself. they come home at 1am, with texts and calls from their superiors because their mission reports are late, and where the fuck are they, and answer the damn phone, but neither of them could care, stumbling into someone's apartment (is it chuuya's, or dazai's, or someone else's entirely?), giggling the whole way through. "we're doing this again when you get a car, mackerel," chuuya bites out, knocking dazai over to grab himself some water. dazai agrees silently, rolling his eyes and picking himself back up. "just try not to lose your hat when it happens, then," he calls back, with chuuya's hat in his hand and a panicked chuuya reaching up to his head to find it.