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defensenow · 20 days
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linipik · 1 year
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Exercises for all the homies who want to have a long career drawing.
The true problem with being an artist and drawing all day (as I wanted my whole life) is that human backs are not designed to hold that position, so it is very common for artists and designers to have really stiff shoulder blades, creating a chain of muscle strain towards the arm AND the back... and a lot of pain.
These are some physical exercises for artists and honestly anyone who works at a desk.
(all credit to my physiotherapist)
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soccerexercises · 2 years
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Speed passing with dummy players - Soccer Exercises # 197
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umbrvx · 3 months
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[ @orvwomenweek ] free day (anna croft + love) || day 7
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thinking about how as Aemond’s wife you are the model of perfection. 
Your back is straight as you curtsy when you first meet him and hair neatly braided with fine jewels. Your voice is even and never waivers as you speak to him of your family and how grateful they are for this union. 
You are intelligent and beautiful, the perfect wife. 
It’s why Aemond hardly ever spends time with you. 
He bears no ill will toward you, of course. There is no resentment or hatred to his lady wife, but there are no fond feelings either. 
He knows of courting and romance, his mother taught him everything from a young age. The poor woman would hold her son’s hands tight and explain that a man must not only respect his wife, but truly cherish her. Love her in the eyes of gods and men. As he grew older he noticed the way his father would wave off her constant advice and concerns until the dreaded night where she was the only one defending him after he lost his eye.
But practice was one thing. When you were nothing but a concept. A figment of Aemond’s imagination when he was ten and marriage was only spoken of during his lessons. Before he lost his eye. Before he heard the ladies of the court whispering about his mutilation and before he watched a whore flinch at the sight of his scarring when Aegon dragged him to a brothel on his thirteenth name day. 
He learned then that no matter how much he would love and worship his wife, it would not be returned. 
Rather than attempt to force it (he was no brute and had no intentions of doing something so cruel) he simply let you be by yourself. 
Yes you were married. You sat by one another at every meal and formal event and on the rare occasion he would even ask for your hand in a dance. But Aemond’s affections toward you were few and far to find. 
But there were moments. 
Where his icy facade would weaken and you found yourself able to slip through the cracks. 
Alicent had told you of his “moments” when the engagement had been announced. The queen herself taking you by the hand as you walked through the garden and explaining gently of Aemond’s condition. 
“There are times where he feels a great deal of pain because of the-” She paused, chewing on her cheek while trying to find the most inoffensive way to describe the tragedy that befell her son. “-incident he had as a child.” 
You knew enough of it. Many rumors flew through court the day Aemond targaryen walked in with a patch on his eye after Laenor Velaryan’s funeral at driftmark. Some day it was from a sparring incident, others say it was a mark he bore from the first time he mounted the mighty vhaegar. Others say that the Rouge Prince Daemon Targaryen himself gave it to his younger cousin after crude words were exchanged behind closed doors. 
You didn’t know what was the truth. Aside from the day the princeling got his scar, was the same he got his dragon.
A fair trade, some would say. 
But they didn’t live with the attacks he did. 
Nerve damage, is what the maester’s called it when you asked them for more information. His wound may have healed years prior but the prince would continue to live his life with constant bouts of mind-numbing pain brought on by the slightest touch or too sharp of a wind to his cheek. 
“Senseless fits.” Aegon called it. When he heard about your curiosity about his brother’s condition he had all but cornered you late at night in the hall. “Anything will set him off and send him throwing a tantrum like a belligerent child. It’s quite entertaining.” 
But there’s a moment where the elder brother frowns and you see a shred of concern in his eyes. 
“He doesn’t like to be touched during those moments. It makes the pain worse. So if you’re trying to find some way to comfort him I’d recommend you do something else.” 
What was ‘something else’ you learned, was simply being there. 
Sitting by his side when he curled into himself, trembling fingers reaching out to grab yours and not complaining when his nails dig into the palm of your hand as he cries out in pain. When his breath evens out and the pain subsides, he crawls to you and presses his face to the crook of your neck. He’s far too tired to cover the gnarled scar covering the side of his face but you show no fear or disgust at the sight of it. Your fingers run through his hair, gently combing back the silver tresses and ignoring the tears that stain the shoulder of your gown. 
The next morning your husband would wake in your arms and takes a moment to watch your peaceful expression and the way the morning sun kisses your skin. 
That day Alicent notices her son sits closer to you at breakfast, speaking softly to you of something she cannot understand. But when she sees his hand reach out and grasp yours, she smiles. 
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gretahayes · 4 months
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connor’s the kid of guy that’s impossible to play smash or pass with because it takes three hours for him to even understand the point of the game and then he can’t pick smash because he doesn’t want to fuck any of these people but also saying pass seems mean because that implies a lack of worth, so he ends up just listing what’s attractive about them in a very neutral voice until you move on to the next person
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inkwingart · 4 months
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Three skills you need to make beautiful art, in order of importance:
observation/perception
taste/creativity
coordination
Note that these are skills. They’re not gifts bestowed by some divine entity. And skills can be improved through practice.
Note, also, that I rank observational skills highest, even above creativity, because without strong observational skills, you won’t be able to identify your own mistakes. It’s also not intuitive to train.
Here’s a simple exercise to get you started:
Pick an aesthetically pleasing photo or artwork that doesn’t have obvious lineart. Turn up the contrast a bit if the colors are muddy. Print it out or import it to your choice of drawing software.
Put some tracing paper over it or turn down the opacity and make a new layer. Don’t use tracing paper that is *too* transparent.
Trace out the areas of light and shadow. Don’t get hung up on details, just the broad strokes. Fill in the shadows, try to stick to just 2-3 values of shadow. Try hard NOT to outline “objects” in the image. Try not to erase.
Now view your trace without the original image. Can you still recognize the original subject? Can you see where you messed up/want to make changes?
Now do it while looking *at* the image rather than tracing directly from it.
Compare your referenced drawing to the traced one.
Repeat steps 1-6 with new photos/images.
Once you feel confident, try drawing from a reference without tracing.
This exercise will help you learn how to use light and shadow to define 3D forms as 2D shapes. Questions you should ask yourself during this exercise:
Can you tell where the light is coming from?
Is it a strong or weak light source?
Is there more than one light source?
What kind of materials are you observing?
How does light interact with shiny surfaces versus matte ones? Soft versus hard? Round versus angular?
Where are the edges of light and shadow? Are they soft or hard edges? Is the transition gradual or abrupt?
How would you use these observations to depict something from your imagination?
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andreycoded · 2 years
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ALAIN DELON as TOM RIPLEY Plein Soleil / Purple Noon (1960) Dir. René Clément
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yoddhasblog · 2 months
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traveling from vrindavan to barsana has made it explicitly and completely clear to me why radha-krishna ji were gods.
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mcdannowave · 1 year
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And you’re his ‘Sunshine’ 🌈
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faux-fires · 2 months
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when ur so tired you sleep on and off for 13 hours straight
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The thing about SAD is that it's a very real, sometimes debilitating condition, but it also makes me feel so silly.
Like I was born and raised here and still I've got a brain that's like "holy shit it's way too cold and dark, we absolutely cannot make any of the good chemicals until we fix that" and I'm like "until we fix... the existence of winter? the thing we've experienced 28 times already?" and my brain is like "exactly"
and THEN it feels even sillier to be like "well if I want my brain to make any good chemicals for about 7 months of the year, I need to plug in a special lamp and sit in front of the special lamp every single morning, because if I don't I get extra sad"
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catsharky · 1 year
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If anyone was wondering where I've been the last several weeks, I've apparently reached the age where not exercising for more than a week now causes me to devolve into some kind of slug creature.
As a result I decided I'd finally let myself install mods for Stardew Valley and then lapsed into some sort of coma, only regaining consciousness on the elliptical a couple days ago with my ears ringing and 77 mods installed.
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fr is he, you know.............................................repeatedly described as being Impersonable and Lacking Charm and Pedantic and confused / bothered by things he supposedly shouldn't be while inspiring confusion / botherment in others in ways he supposedly shouldn't and like 99.9% of the grief he's given is over All That while he's just sitting or standing there rather than the like intimidatingly efficient hitman georg thing he has going on. which is in fact The Skill That Makes Him Useful Despite It All and also perhaps the least foothold in interactions because [worried he can & may kill you] affords power when otherwise just being the weird guy nobody likes(tm)
bonus mordecai balling
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#lackadaisy#not exactly Necessarily intentional but like oh you don't say#something something liking patterns & order; though that overlaps w/the like fastidiousness that's just tied to backstory#but that even when picking up that particular trait he was apparently always Peculiar in the deemed Not Personable Way#like oh you don't say#can't really even truly hone in on 9000 murders/day when like. everyone's blowing people away out here. ya gotta#or certainly other people are doing it too lol. mordecai's Mostly differentiated from anyone else's hitmanning by demeanor/affect#and that demeanor/affect has everyone going sicko mode antagonizing him while he's decidedly just sitting there#like oh you don't say....epic mood re: the [how would mordecai approach being tasked with infant childcare] joke#held a baby once maybe twice and both times an exercise in simply like ah christ don't drop this thing countdown to passing it along#great minicomic lmao found in the uhh. gallery under....mini comics; penultimate one w/the baby cat jimmy carter as pictured as thumbnail#supporting his mystery contributions too....gotta be for real abt mitzi not shooting anyone but sure he may have noscoped atlas#though maybe also he did not; but we know they have some secret concerning atlas; even probably involving his death....#vaguely wondering if atlas got whatever warning about [mystery thorn in marigold's side] as asa sweet mentions over that brunch#and perhaps would have chosen to back out of the business but mitzi was not about that & would arrange a Murder to inherit lackadaisy....#but mordecai would have to have some reason to go along with that. Maybe as an out for working for atlas forever; but now he's at marigold#not exactly that different yet [themes re: The Other Paths Are Closed To You Forever for everyone out here]#while it might also be true that he left for marigold to try to figure out what's going on over there from the inside; as suggested....#and whatever he's got going on he's Very Motivated about it as per the most recent comic pages. bold moves#anyways another accidentally autistic cat out here. for april. always a classic lol fr everyone leave him alone or else shoot at him yknow#i do support the mordecai & the savoys dream team there. reiterating i think nicodeme espesh could/should be the like surprise bestie & etc
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choking-on-roses · 6 months
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Just got diagnosed with fucking anemia y'all!
I have never felt more validated in my entire life.
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bb0nline · 7 months
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I know I haven't posted here in forver but mp100 moots PLEASE tell me you know who wrote the fanfic "Sadness Accident" and if it still exist I can't find it anywhere and it is literally my fav fic of all time I'm going crazy😭😭😭😭.
#mp100#mp100 fanfic#serirei#ant talks#spoilers for the fic but#basically reigen gets depressed as hell and drinks a lot#passes out. when he wakes up he is in an alternate world where he has everything he ever wanted#married to serizawa. has a child. money. ya know the joke thing#then he finds out that he gained it all via corrupt methods (causing more haunting s everywhere so there is more to exercise)#and it bites him in the ass and his daughter dies his husband dies everyone he loves dies#then OH SHIT it was a dream (kind of?) and in reality reigen is basically almost dead due to alcohol poisoning#and the whole thing was like his consciousness being like do you want to live? and stuff#and there was guilt and self loathing and an intense need for love and confrontation wit himself and all the things he loved and it was#SO GOOD#and after all the confrontation he decides he wants to live and he fights#and while that's happening serizawa and dimple and trying their damn hardest to keep this man from dying since they found his body#reigen survives. every is like WHAT THE HELL?? and he is like guys. it was a sadness accident#but it's written a lot better then that#and serizawa and Reigen kind of?? get together I mean they do but serizawa is pissed about the whole reigen almost dying thing#and it ends with serizawa asking reigen who that young girl he saw in reigens dream was and reigen is like uh#and ITS SLOOO GOOD I CANT DESCRIBE IT IT IS SO GOOD. I NEED TO FIND IT PLEASEEE#the author also had other serirei fics that were like the most beutiful things ever#there was one that was a spin-off of sadness accident where it was about the serirei child but she was real and her whole life#THAT ONE HAD ME SOBBING#if the author wants their fics to be forgotten and stuff I'll delete this but I need to know if anyone has any of that authors fics#or know what happened#insanity is taking over#this is typos in the tags btw sorry I lt was a spur of the moment thing
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