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corpsentry · 3 years

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january: an art retrospective

i did some stuff last month (but it’s a lot of stuff and there’s a photodump + some Serious Fucking Reflection, so it’s all below the cut)

so ok, let’s start with this. here are some heads. each head has a red arrow. that red arrow is what i call the red line of the devil. it’s the slope of the face from the side of the eye to the cheekbone and then down towards the chin. up until like 2 weeks ago, i couldn’t draw it. i couldn’t fucking draw it. i would edit over that part of the face over and over again until i was frustrated and tired and i had a raging homosexual headache and it still never looked right. notice that each head is different. notice that each head looks wrong.

at the start of 2021 i finally admitted to myself, as per the image above, that i was deeply, deeply unhappy with my art. what was the problem? i dunno. but i decided i was going to fix it and i was going to do so via another one scribble a day event wherein for every day of january i would find a photo of a human head, and i would draw it.

january 1st, 2021. i was embarrassed to tweet this even on my private account where like 5 friends and a rock would see it. in retrospect, you can also see all of my bad habits emerging like dicks from a hole in the ground. it’s disproportionate. the brows look flat. the eyes are slanting upwards. the entire drawing looks flat, like this isn’t a 3d person but a caricature of one.

january 2nd, 3rd, 4th:

on the 2nd i decided to start a separate thread for doodles and applied learning. here’s the first set of tests

the rest of the week is kind of uneventful so we’re going to skip those. fast forward to january 11th

this one is especially bad. i am acutely aware, suddenly, that i am not changing anything at all. i’m stressed and miserable about it because i’m still trying to see people as people and trying to draw people that look attractive and proportionate and hot. my friend, leny, reminds me that i need to think about faces in terms of planes. i have a moment. my other friend masha sends me some links to anatomy tutorials. i have another moment.

january 11th. applied sketch

january 13th is when i start the troubleshooting process. the link above drives me mad because i’m pretty happy with the face but then i realize that there’s something very fucking wrong with the shape of the head LOL and then i realize that i’ve never had any idea what the proportion of the face to the rest of the skull is so i grit my teeth and i open a new canvas and i

bald studies. it seemed like the right thing to do. can’t draw heads? ok draw some heads. look at some photographs. i traced each photo but tried to stick to straight lines so that i could replicate the shapes more easily. i broke each face down into shapes. i thought about airplanes

i got really excited. i started doing studies, then applied studies, then stylized studies.

sketches. i’m not sure what’s going on (as always) and it’s very rough, but they look different from the sketches i did on january 2nd. that’s a start

january 16th’s daily study. looks more like a person now. juuuuuust a bit

more applied studies

on the 18th i take a break and go stare at some lips because i don’t understand how the fuck they work. again, i focus on shapes, on volume, on the fact that these things exist in 3d. holy fuck lips exist in 3d. holy fuck we are real

january 19th. i’m working on it.

january 22nd. some sketches + a daily study. it has finally occurred to me that heads can tilt up and down and that things look different accordingly. yes i was not aware of this before. yes i have been drawing for over a decade.

january 23rd. by this point after doing my daily sketch i almost always go back and do an applied study which is basically to say i drew a lot of fucking links. this one looks kind of okay. i’m kind of proud

january 25th. links. trying to make sense of everything i’ve learned

26th, 27th, 28th. daily studies

january 1st. january 31st

The End Of The Photo Dump (dab)

ok NOW i get to talk about what i discovered while studying the shit out of human beings

FIRST OF ALL, there is something precious and magical about drawing shit without the explicit knowledge that you’re going to tweet that shit out to 45 people later. it takes the burden of perception off your shoulders and that does something to you, or at least that’s my theory. i told myself i wouldn’t post any of this stuff until the end of the month (if i wanted to post it at all) and kept everything off my public social media accounts and that meant i could draw ugly as hell without worrying about who would point and laugh, which i absolutely fucking did. a lot of these are fucking trainwrecks. most of these are fucking trainwrecks. why do they look like that?? why??? this doesn’t look like the work of someone who’s allegedly been drawing since they were in kindergarten, does it?????

here’s why: because that person took a huge motherfucking swing at everything they’d ever known about art and spent a month building something new in its place. the abstract explanation is that i grew up on shoujo and weird old anime and my understanding of anatomy was unironically kamichama karin and while i love kamichama karin, when kamichama karin is your rule even if you try to break it, you’re going to end up going nowhere. “you have to know the rules to break them”, yeah? well i didn’t know shit. the abstract explanation is i’ve been miserable about my art for a few years now because i saw other people doing things effortlessly which i couldn’t and instead of going back to the basics, i tried to do what they did (not plagiarism, mind you, i mean i literally tried to copy the red line of the devil i mentioned above because i couldn’t even make that happen) and then i fucking failed.

the simple explanation is this. i had to unlearn everything, and relearn it again (like some kind of new renaissance clown, what the fuck is this?)

take this for example. all my life i’ve drawn faces in the order: eyes, nose, mouth, face shape, head. this works for some people, im aware, but it was something central to how i had always drawn, so i decentralized it. i said fuck you to the old me and changed the order up. now i start with the nose, then the eyes, mouth, the chin line, and the sides of the face. now i force myself to think about the human head as a series of parts interacting with each other instead of a bunch of disparate features which i want to look pretty.

or let’s use this zelda from last year. something about this looked wrong last october, the way something about all of my drawings looked wrong, but i couldn’t pinpoint it for hell the way i couldn’t articulate Any of my feelings about the visual arts. now, looking back, here’s what i see. that nose is sticking out far too much given how she’s not really facing very far away from the camera. that ear at the back shouldn’t be there. her forehead is too big. she doesn’t have a forehead. what the fuck is up with the shape of her head?

so apparently reject modernity embrace tradition has its roots in alt-right terminology and i’m not very horny for the alt-right (you understand), but the spirit survives here. you know sometimes you have to admit that you have no idea what the fuck you’re doing and draw people for 31 days. i’ve spent my whole life drawing stylized people and while again there are artists who have no issue with this, i veered off the track of the Good and the Holy and couldn’t get back on. i had no point of reference because i’d never thought about what an actual human being looks like, so i had no way to fix what i knew in my gut looked wrong but wouldn’t come out better.

this was hard. this was like oikawa tooru swallowing his worthless pride and admitting that ushijima wakatoshi had gotten the best of him for the last time in his high school career, but in haikyuu!! by furudate haruichi oikawa tooru fucks off to argentina and then joins the argentinean national team, and you know what, i think i’ve made it to argentina (not the team just the country). as per the golden rule of dont fucking move until you’re at least two thirds of the way through the month, i only started trying to draw Shit shit on like the 22nd or something, but i was happy with that i created. i am happy with what i’ve done. i’ve posted like 2 things this month that involve people with what i now call ~applied Knowledge~~ and they’re, like, not perfect obviously (perfection is an unattainable ideal), but i’m fucking proud of them. i didn’t spend 5 hours hunched over my laptop adjusting the red line of the devil because it’s not a devil’s line anymore. because i finally sorta get how people work. because i sat down and i said ‘we are not going to fuck with this misery shit anymore’ and then i did that. it’s just a line now.

here are 2 collages tracking my painstakingly carved out progress from january 2nd to february 2nd because i’m a slut for collages

and here’s what i’ve done to my art! the same person drew these but also Not Really! you know! for the first time in a year i don’t immediately hate what i’ve drawn. you know what guys? art is fucking fun. zelda’s forehead doesn’t scare me anymore because i know how foreheads fucking work now, and i don’t know everything, and i’m going to keep troubleshooting stuff as i go (i want to draw a skeleton. like a. i want to draw a goddamn skeleton guys) but i’m honestly and genuinely proud of what i’ve done in the span of a month, and i’m also in disbelief. i started this month-long challenge out as a last ditch effort to make peace with my art because i’ve been tired for a long time and i was ready to kick the bucket on drawing people altogether. i didn’t think anything would happen. nothing’s happened for years. i’ve been miserable for years.

this was the caption for january 1st, 2021. i was super, super fucking embarrassed and it looks like super fucking shit, but you know what, i think i did in fact triumph over the bullshit. surprisingly enough, when you put in consistent effort into something, You Will See Results. didn’t see that coming, did you? i know i didn’t.

this isn’t a success story. it’s a happiness story. i never gave a shit damn about the institute of art or whatever, i was just mad at myself because what i saw in my head didn’t match up with what was on the canvas. and now it’s getting better. now i’m calibrating the compass. now drawing not just backgrounds but also people is exciting to me, and i can stick my links in your face and tell you ‘they hot’. i’m going to keep doing that. i’m going to keep going until i drop off the side of the earth and then spiral towards mars like some kind of fairy, and then i’m going to create something beautiful.

thanks for reading. here’s a pr department link for sticking around until the end

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hargroves-angel · 5 years

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Cookies And Cream 🏹🍪

Chapter 4 ~ Devil’s Food Cake

A/N - Hope you like 😈, Contains sexual references and swearing.

// Chapter 5 - Ice cream // Cookies And Cream Masterlist //

Soft music played from Y/Ns house. She was baking again. Billy had noticed how she liked to hum along to the song, whilst placing some sort of ingredients into a bowl and turning it into a delicious treat. He smiled at the thought of her dainty fingers icing cupcakes, or cutting cookies into various shapes.

How she would bite her lip in concentration trying to make sure she got everything perfect. Billy couldn’t help himself day dream as he worked out, looking out the window, a small smile on his face.

El let out a small giggle as her and Max peaked from her room at Billy. “Shh!” Max hissed.

Billy head moved up to see the two girls heads looking at him.

“Maxine! You little shithead” billy shoved the his weights down and stomped to her door. She shoved El back into her room and told her to hold the door closed with her powers so Billy couldn’t get in.

The girls giggled as El held it closed, Billy banging on it.

“I swear to god Maxine if you fucking tell anyone I’m gonna!” He got distracted by seeing Y/N at her window sill, she placed a pie on it. Her eyes glancing up to meet Billy’s. He let out of forced smile and a wave, leaning against the door as if he was just casually standing there, his cheeks were bright red.

Max noticed his shouting stop, she’d planned this out exactly, “c’mon!” She giggled, pulling El with her to the window as they clambered out.

Y/Ns smile made Billy feel warm and fuzzy inside as she gave him a small wave and went back into the kitchen. Leaving him to go back to yelling at Max.

He pushed against the door and practically fell in as it was no longer supported by whatever weight used to be there. He looked at the window, it was open.

“Fucking bitch” he muttered. This was getting out of hand.

The next day rolled around quickly after that little fiasco. It was Friday thankfully, Billy wouldn’t have that ‘hungry’ feeling he got all day. It was all Y/Ns fault, she kept making him feel like that, he hated it but at the same time it made him feel fuzzy and it was like a natural high, he was addicted to her. Not that he’d admit it of course, the problem was that Billy hadn’t bedded her yet. His sexual desires and fantasies were getting too much for him, his hand simply wasn’t enough.

He needed to get laid, and fast but unfortunately he hadn’t as much glanced at the other girls at Hawkins, who would try to drape themselves across him at every given chance, a chance which was quite rare, as he was always with her now.

Billy knocked on Y/Ns door. He’d come over early for those bacon and eggs you’d mentioned. He heard shuffling coming from the other side of the door, her face making him stand up a bit straighter, act a little more manly.

She smiled at his presence.

“Billy! You’re here for bacon and eggs I assume?” He nodded happily. She let him inside.

He knew her house so well, well mostly the downstairs, he had yet to venture into the bedrooms upstairs, in particular her own but he got a basic idea from what he could see from his window.

“Here you go” she handed him a large plate with 4 rashers of bacon on it and two eggs. “You have the basketball game later so I wanted to make sure you’re extra fed, protein and all that” she grinned.

He took a bite from the bacon.

“You can bake and cook! These are amazing” he beamed up at her. “You not having anything, beautiful?” She giggled at the name.

“I’ve already eaten mine, had a bagel, it was actually quite nice” She opened up the fridge to get some orange juice. Billy noticed the amount of ingredients in one fridge.

He finished the breakfast in mere minutes. Licking his lips. “Your an Angel Y/N” he let slip.

“Pardon?” She asked, not hearing his quiet words.

“Y-You coming to the basketball game then?” He switched the subject.

“Obviously, wouldn’t miss it for the world especially since you’re playing, you ready to go?” Billy nodded and they headed to school.

Y/N was surrounded by various girls the minute she stepped out of Billy’s car, even with all of those girls with her she made time to say goodbye to Billy and Make sure he’s ok. For Billy it was the little things like that, that made him feel important, like someone cared, mushy shit like that. He didn’t like it but he also did... things were confusing.

Eventually the basket ball game arrived. Billy ran out onto the court with his teammates, his chest was already glistening with sweat from pure excitement to win the game, he was the teams star player after all, so why deny the inevitable.

His eyes scanned the room, he didn't know why he was looking for her it wasn't as if he cared about her but maybe she would be impressed by his muscles... he had been working out even more for this game, and this game only obviously.

He saw her sat with Carol on the bench. She was so effortlessly enchanting, no! - She was hot just hot... the whistle shoved him out of his thoughts.

The game started off with Billy allowing the other team to think they have the upper hand and let them score two points, then he completely smashed them, scoring his team 5 points.

After every shot he made his head whipped round making sure she saw him, she always did, a proud smile on her face and a cheer of his name leaving her lips.

In the end Billys team ended up winning by miles. His teammates all congratulated each other with the students cheering. He had a huge smile on his face, the rush of the game fueling him. Y/N rushed down the steps and engulfed him a hug, Billy could've sworn time stopped. Everything else went fuzzy the only thing he could focus on was her. his heart beating exceptionally fast. He didn't know where to put his arms, he stood near enough stiff with that ‘hungry’ feeling again. What was happening to him, was he... was he dying?

“Im so proud of you Billy!” she pulled away from the hug, reality hit Billy back in the face as he realised that must've been really awkward on her part. “You good?” He nodded feeling a little light headed.

“Yeah, just... hungry that's all” he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“Y/N!” Carol yelled from across the gym. “Come on we are going to yours right?” Y/N put her finger up as to ask Carol to give her a minute.

“Carol is driving me and the girls home tonight, I should've told you earlier but you were getting changed...” Billy chuckled, regaining his confidence.

“Don't worry about it angelface, see you tomorrow” He smirked. She smiled at him and walked to Carol, stopping half way and turning around.

“One last thing” She got on her tip toes and gave his cheek a small kiss. “You did great in the game today” she went back to Carol and the girls again, they were all squealing at what Y/N had just done. Ok that hungry feeling Billy kept getting, now made him feel starved, he didn't know what to do, what to say?

He felt a slap on the back of his shoulder. Tommy slung an arm around his shoulders. “Did well out there Hargrove!” he smirked. Billys eyelids fluttered a little.

“Yeah, nothing really” he said calmly.

“Say, you got a thing for Y/N?” Tommy enquired a smirk played on his lips, hoping to catch Billy out and get him to confess.

Billy raised his eyebrow, letting his ego get the best of him “Nah, just trying to get laid” he winked. Tommy shrugged

“You sure about that, after that little peck on the cheek you were blushing like a virgin”

“What?” he chuckled, of course he didn't like her “Trust me, that was for show, let her know im down when she wants to get dirty” the guilt came back with those words.

“Oh, I get it... you mind sharing after?” he smirked.

“You got a girlfriend anyway” Billy shoved off the question, and headed back to the locker room.

He needed to go home, let off some steam, and eat he thinks so anyway.

He heard giggling coming from her room as he stepped into his bedroom. He peered through his curtains, creepy much he thought.

Y/N was sat on her bed surrounded by a quarter of the cheerleading team and Carol and Tina. They were laughing and chatting, Girl stuff probably. he went to go shut his window and curtains, aware of the fact that he was probably missing out on most teenage boys dreams, an all girls sleepover right next door.

“Who do you like then Y/N?” Emery asked, putting a chocolate in her mouth. Billy stopped shutting the window, he got a little curious...

Y/N giggled. “I can't say, you’ll tell him!” she was getting flustered. Billy felt his heart drop, wait why did he feel his heart drop. like he gave a shit who she liked the only thing he cared about was her secret kinks.

“ughhh fine! Hargrove” she muttered.

“sorry who was that Y/N I didn't quite catch that?”

“Billy! ok Billy” she giggled.

Billy would've heard that, if he hadn't already accepted defeat and let his ego get the better of him, shutting the window and walking out his room to go workout just before she said his name, apparently not caring about who she liked because in his mind he was definitely only in it to bed her. Even if he was forgetting the fact that she did kiss him earlier and she hugged him so maybe there might’ve been a small chance that she liked him but either way this is Billy Hargrove and his ego is more important.

#billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove smut

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krakenator · 5 years

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CHAPTER 13 aka “Clip-Clop”

SPOILERS are sprinkled around extremely liberally for The Property of Hate

Masterpost here

Hoofers aka dancers hahaha

GIVE US TAP DANCING RGB

Well, RGB DOES give off static- Assok’s gotten stuck to his screen a few times. Those copper nails… this is a grounding wire thing isn’t it? I don’t know much about electronics but

the defeat. the resignation. absolutely perfect

Aw jeeezzzz im glad Assok’s situation gets addressed. Sure, you can cope with being small with limited communication and mobility when you’re on your own and set yourself a Mission to keep you occupied, but now? going to a place where everything and everyone is bigger than you, the environment is absolutely NOT made with you in mind, and oh yeah, your ability to communicate is still shot to hell? I’m frankly surprised it took Assok this long to have a meltdown

Dsgahdk and with that EVERYONE’S ended up having a temper tantrum while at Cells now. she isn’t paid enough to deal with this nonsense

RGB’s kicking up a lot less fuss over the horseshoes. Does getting nails hammering into his feet hurt less than the iron or is he tired and drama-d out for the day?

Considering I’ve managed to jam stiff wire inch-deep into the meat of my foot before I can say with authority that it HURTS

Fascinating. Assok being described as indelible also confirms past Heroes as true residents of the Make Believe.

!! this answers that question about why RGB can’t actually change his outfit

MECHSUIT ASSOK MECHSUIT ASSOK

I instantly imagine that warning siren as sounding like THIS

PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE TINKER WANTS YOU TO CREDIT CREATORS!

Well hold on; I know rotoscoping is when you trace over film to animate, but i didn’t know there was a machine to do it called a rotoscope

Look at this proud dad!!

If RGB and Tailor engage in Pun Wars, RGB and Tinker engage in Petty Wars

Hero’s gotten her new amour but RGB gives her his jacket as a blanket anyway

RGB YOU AFFECTIONATE MADMAN YOU’RE GONNA HURT YOURSELF AT THIS RATE

That is…another fairy circle. Who wants to bet the chunk of sea that landed in the sea is under there! The suns slowly gonna piece itself back together huh?

Ah- I didn’t realize that when Dial steps through the door, the background is a white-out reflection of the previous page

So you could say that we are now behind the scenes

Check this out: the 3 panel page is the one where the re-lit suns sunk into the and the NEXT PAGE has one panel blacked out- incidentally, the panel where RGB is in the Black Market telling Hero that he doesn’t know if our favorite music lesbians are safe, but he hopes so

SPEAKING OF MUSIC LESBIANS HELLO MY QUEENS

HEY

SO WHEN I SAID DIAL SHOULD GO TO JAIL FOR BAD PUNS THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT

Hate really doesn’t have luck converting Heroes who aren’t Dial huh

“it was YOU who made us BE like this”? “decide what we are”? obviously Hate messed with TOby’s and Tailor’s design, but Hate has a hand in how ALL Heroes appear in this world?? interesting

is Game Over for a Hero when they come face to face with Hate and she snaps her fingers like “congratz you’re an objecthead OC now”

NOOOOOOO

EVEN WORSE- the notations for that second note Melody is a stopped note- that’s for when percussion players stop a cymbal with their hand to cut the sound out

for brass players that means shoving your hand into the bell to act as a mute.

Also both notes played at D’s, the second an octave higher indicating distress- MODMAD YOU GENIUS HOW DARE YOU

We could take this a step further on the analysis train and say that by playing a D she’s trying to call for Dial specifically. D’you think everyone gets a personalized note? Julienne, I’m sure, gets her own lovely motif

But WOW remember the WHITE is BAD theory? Yowza. Look at this place. Julienne and Melody just got scrapped

Speakin’a, who wants to bet the reason we can’t see Hate’s dialogue is because her text+speechbubble are the same color as the background- white

Okay, and FURTHER in that theory it turns out Negative causes the same black-out effect as the market. He’s made of and/or affiliated with darkness, which is a Good Thing so far in this comic on the same level as trees and the sea… RGB teaching Hero not to be afraid of the dark gets even more significant

Gee Hero, why does modmad let you have TWO dads?

“not like they can drown” alright, so the art wives got yote into the Sea or into the depths where the Ferryman and TOby are now chilling for eternity

Wow a lot is happening in short order, Okay;

Click’s affiliated with Hate and was sent to the Market specifically to take out RGB

It’s confirmed that Dial broadcasts audio to Hate, so what’s to say RGB isn’t broadcasting visuals to Hate as well? It could explain how she’s able to see the same comic we are to track his actions, and fits well with the “going dark once he goes Nega Force”

then again, “the Story” clearly does not stay solely with RGB- it’s wandered off to check in on Madras’ chair, the Idea and snail, and to this

INTERESTINGLY on the Plains blackout- they’re surprised to see it, sure, but surprised like they’ve never seen a weird blackout like it- which is to say, like they’ve never seen a previous instance of Negative activity before

This is definitely meaty evidence for “Negative is an extremely recent development” theory. Like, “split from RGB at the Pool of Tears” recent

YIKES okay, Time is still a touchy subject for Hate

Dial also thinks that Time is chummy with RGB. We’ll have to come back to that when we meet Time in person

And, did Hate just threaten to erase him entirely? RGB and Hero get worn down to the sketch in their upcoming Elastic Valley adventures but Hate was able to do that to Dial just like THAT. White’s associated with erasure, but this implies Hate’s abilities actually directly tie into those phenomena and substances that erode this world

Mark that as another tick for “Hate bullied the sun into implosion”

Now…why does Dial’s speechbox become a perfect rectangle here?

Man, WHY DO dreams make RGB dream about himself dying in famous silent film stunts gone horribly wrong? And he’s so utterly resigned to living all this out until he wakes up that he’s just unfazed and impatient to wake up

This post handily names the films these stunts reference

a film reel runs down the page, which is... hold on

it doesn’t appear in RGB’s first dream, and is around in ABUNDANCE when he’s ambushed on the train. Add on what we’ve got so far of chapter 20, and film reels indicate memories

these stunt deaths aren’t actual memories though. this one probably just heralds the arrival of the real memory coming up shortly...

Considering the white text used here, this could be either Dial, Hate, or someone new entirely

Now this entire page is… yikes. That’s very clearly the jacket colors RGB wore in The Hook. The ONLY color we’ve ever seen in any of his dreams. This is different. His sleeves and the… orangey-yellow pattern. Knives? Is an iron involved in how he “really died”?

That’s not the way you go around picking up irons, and my default reaction to this page is “I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING BUT DON’T PUT THAT ON YOUR FACE”

This… definitely explains WHY RGB made so much more fuss over being ironed that getting freaking nails hammered into his feet

Think. Think, Gill. We recognize the sleeves, it stands to reason there is something to recognize about the orange-yellow-white pattern. Can’t think of anything to do with the shape- go color. Where have we seen orange, this bright, firey-

Fire

Fire, face, burning, scorching, white text being spoken right before POV character reaches out to put the hot iron on his FACE-

RGB is the sun

RGB IS THE SUN?

THIS IS. A LOT

I’LL COME BACK TO THIS WRITHING CAN OF WORMS LATER CAUSE ITS PROBABLY ITS OWN POST, MOVING ON

Omfgfdgd…RGB when he thinks it’s Hero dreaming on him: annoyance. RGB when he realizes it’s a bunch of randos: (YELLING, KICKING)

“its warm today” yeah its almost like 1/5 of a burning celestial body slam dunked itself into the sea to buddy up with a lost piece of itself

The only explanation is that RGB literally stuffs those inside his (HOLLOW??) chest cavity. Now please imagine those things RATTLING AROUND INSIDE HIM as he proceeds to have this upcoming Hell Of A Day

but can we focus back on HOLLOW? HAS RGB BEEN HOLLOW THIS ENTIRE TIME I JUST THOUGHT HE WAS INVISIBLE

In their darkest hour… when all hope is lost… Hero and RGB will be saved… BY ASSOK BURSTING INTO THE SCENE WEILDING A MECH SUIT

He’s in SUCH A GOOD MOOD this morning. And I DIG Tailors cape like holy cow. I want one

Yo so I just assumed on my last read that Cell attached Hero’s fingers to her own hands for Extra Dexterity, but actually, she’s molded the color/substance into balls and stuck those on the ends of black lines to make needles. Those black lines are almost definitely the outline of Hero’s fingers. And so, Cell is using Hero’s fingers to knit the [-----]… something tells me indelibility is whats allowing Cell to knit the [----] without harm to herself. Now all we have to wonder is what the final product will be

next time on TPoH, RGB and Hero exit the Market in a calm and orderly fashion

#tpoh #the property of hate #tpoh time with Gill

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ratthewrodent · 4 years

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Ok, I love lifestyle bloggers but to be honest I can never really trust their reviews of things because there's just no way I can be that motivated, consistent, organized, or self-sacrificing. But oh lordy do I try.Here's some of the "zero waste"/ "buy it for life" / "Environmental" things and hacks I've tried and how they compare to the normal products I would have used. 5/5 is going to be exactly as good as a normal product.A disclaimer- I am a young, able bodied adult woman with no kids, no allergies, and non-sensitive skin. I'm also going to be referring to products very generically, because many I bought locally but have identical or similar items all over the market. Also there will be TMI for things like body care and butts and stuff so... yeah.Saftey Razor (5/5) - I genuinely don't know how disposable razors managed to so thoroughly usurp safety razors, it is a marvel of marketing. I bought a super cheap safety razor ($20ish) and a 5 pack of blades because I was nervous and yeah there was a bit of a learning curve but not more than normal shaving? I'd say the biggest difference is the fact that pressing harder doesn't change anything and if your shave isn't close enough you need to switch angles instead of just going over and over again. I am not a patient shower-er and I have not yet cut myself. I've used it to shave every area except the Brazilian wax area. No razor burn to be seen (but again I have non sensitive skin). I dispose of the blades first in any old plastic container or can I'm getting rid of anyway before the trash, but that process may be more difficult with children who have access to bathrooms.I could see how blade removal could be difficult for folks with shaky hands, and obviously self harm triggers from the blades are present.Shaving Cream Bar (4/5) - Not as satisfying as a foam, but equally as effective. Docked a tiny bit for being very slippery to handle, especially when on its last legs. Also tough to spread around bikini areas.Cardboard Tube "natural" deodorant (2/5) - I really wanted to like this one more because I loved the smell and the idea of it, but these suckers are fairly expensive and I also seem to like,,,, crush them???? I am not raging hulk of a person as far as I know but these suckers just have not managed to keep their whole shape and "push-up-ability" for me. Also I'm a real sweaty bastard and while it smelled nice it was not workday capable without a re-application. All in all it was just too much money for a semi-crushed nice smelling stick for me to buy again.Old tee-shirt cotton pads (4/5) - I was shocked, shocked I tell you, with how well this ended up working for me. I was completely unwilling to actually sew a hem around the squares I cut from a no longer wanted cotton shirt and so I felt crazy looking at these stupid little fraying bits of scrap cloth. But I put them in an old tissue box and they blended right in with my bathroom. Applying products to the squares and then my face is exactly as good feeling as a standard disposable wipe. I used a different small basket I already had for dirty ones so I could wash them in larger batches because my morning process does not leave room for me deal with them one at a time because my life is a mess sometimes.Washing them is... a process. At first I tried hand washing but then drying was not happening and my partner did not deserve the punishment of tiptoeing through a bathroom with like 50 cotton squares just around. Also cat hair got on everything. Eventually I ended up with the solution to use a mesh bag (like for bras) and added them to my laundry load that way so they dont get lost.Honestly I would try this one if only because you have nothing to lose. You're getting rid of the tee shirt anyway, rub your face with it first and see if you like it!Silicone period cup (4.5/5) - I really like mine and it takes a bit of practice, but I'd say it's well worth the learning curve. Once you know how to do it you can pop that sucker out, wash it and pop it back in in less than 3 minutes tops. Holds like 8 hours of blood no problemo.Old clothing "paper" towels (2/5)- I wish this worked for me as well as the bathroom squares did. But between the cats and my general messiness old clothes were just not absorbent enough to clean as well as my actual wash rags. I may just have shitty clothes though.They did work well for very specific instances like wiping up a spilled drink on a flat surface, but not enough for me to be willing to have a basket of old shirts just sitting in my house.Bamboo Travel Cutlery (0/5) - No shade if you like these but they were garbage to me. I bought them because I was tricked by green-washing and cool advertisements and I wish I had just packed a normal fork.Bar Shampoo/conditioner (2/5) - While these technically did a job, they did not work for me and my partner (and we share shampoo). He has thick curly locks and the shampoo and conditioner in a bar was just not able to permeate without some very meticulous showering and we are not meticulous people. Our showers are 10 minutes give or take, and we needed something more simple. I am also a clutz and would always drop them, losing whole dollars of shampoo at a time.Some crazy shampoo/conditioner that a local hippie delivers to me in a metal tin so I only needed one reusable pump (5/5) - Hell yeah! I can't really do a good recommendation on this one because obviously not everyone is as lucky as I am to have a zero waste shop in the same city as they are. But here is my plea - give your local hippie shop owners a chance, do some intensive googling for local businesses and you may be pleasantly surprised at what you find! (by the way, if you're in the Tacoma area A Drop In The Ocean makes my shampoo)Bidet (5/5+) - Honestly I tell people who arent zero waste to get a bidet. Just get one, they're so good. Mine was like $30 and it only shoots cold water and it's still the best thing that's ever happened to me. I still use toilet paper with mine but now it's like one square at a time for drying purposes.Cast Iron Pan (5/5) - Im in love with my cast iron. It just sits on my stove and I cook everything on it. That being said, I've never managed to get it truly seasoned to be non stick on its own, I add a lil oil to it for that. I also literally dont know what all these crazy care instructions on the internet are. My father used a cast iron for 40+ years and he cleans it with water, sometimes a little soap if it's uber gross and it's literally fine. I've seen him re season it once. Not a good pan for people who have muscular troubles with their hands though, these bad boys are pretty heavy.Also side bar: Advice about cast irons online is terrible it's all so pretentious and frightening to read if you don't have background knowledge but I swear, it's super simple. All those people using big words and crazy continuous care are just like, high on their own knowledge or something.You clean the cast ironyou rub that bad boy with some vegetable oil or criscoyou throw it upside down in the oven at 375 for an hour and let coolBAM all done. It is now seasoned forever. If for some reason you feel the seasoning getting thin somewhere (maybe because you're like me and accidentally left it in soapy water overnight because I'm a sinner) Just do step 1-3 again.A mason jar instead of a reusable cup (0/5) - I dropped my bag because I'm a moron and it fucking exploded because it's glass, maybe 5/5 if you're not a moron but I'm unwilling to attempt again.Keepcup TM (1/5) - Very cute but the lid stopped working after I kept putting boiling hot drinks in it. My friend's still works fine so maybe it's a fluke, but I didn't get another.A $2 reusable starbucks cup (4/5) - Because I broke every other cup I guess. I also beat the shit out of it with no visible damage so far, including microwave, freezing, dropping and dishwasher. They are pretty thin though so I use a knit cozy so I can hold it when hot. Also doesn't seal shut.Cutting open the bottle of my swiffer cleaner so I could refill it (5/5+) - Only thing that makes my swiffer worth it. The seal is a lie, there's threading under there. The instructions linked are a good way to do it, but I literally just hacked at the edge of mine with a knife until it came off. I refill using a cleaning concentrate and it works equally as well as the original cleaner. Throwing in that I got a reusable swiffer pad set of three as well and they work great too. Just throw them in with the laundry when they're dirty!Powder Toothpaste (1/5) - Again, power to you if you can use this. My teeth felt clean but I also wanted to barf while using it. I did use it all, which I am proud of, and I did gag every time, which I am not.And finally...A metal reusable straw (3/5) - It's fine I guess. I cant really take it places with me but it's nice for when I drink at home.I am so sorry this got so long. I don't know what happened. Quarantine is just so boring. Hopefully maybe other people can leave honest reviews of them trying to live normal lives with zero waste products too and add validity to this monstrosity or maybe just point out things I missed or something. via /r/ZeroWaste

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NCT Taeyong’s Ideal Type (Thorough)

*second* *post*: im going to do their ideal types *separately* so i can be specific as mf possible. okay? so imma start with my bias *Taeyong* aka ty track aka the reason why i cant focus on my education (i mean how the heck are you even gonna function after baby don’t stop??) i chose to write taeyong first as i feel like i know his the most (stalker alert) but dw i will be posting others as well. *disclaimer*: their ideal types are most likely not going to matter that much because i guarantee everyone has liked someone completely out of their type and ideal types change all the time, i’m pretty sure NCT as a whole are wise enough to be with someone even if they aren’t 100 percent their type…with that said lets get on to the actual ideal type part. oh one last thing (i’m sorry) though i will definitely be mainly using facts from interviews and what fans asked them etc, i will be somewhat putting my personal opinion in this as i dunno, i don’t want to give a half assed attempt but dw i will say when its my personal view so lets actually get on with this! in terms of *appearance* he said he would like someone who is healthy, has short hair and he also stated in an interview that “i think people are mostly attracted to (faces that) the opposite of how they look” even saying that “i don’t really like my face shape, and my gaze is scary” so judging by his words, i feel as though he would prefer someone with softer features that looks calm and maybe even delicate as in comforting? hope that makes sense. lol he did say in baby don’t like it that he wants the girl to cosplay snow white which now thinking about it has soft features and short hair (wow). he also would like someone with a good fashion sense, i personally don’t think he necessarily means what everyone else is wearing but someone with the confidence to pull off something that they personally enjoy and like as i feel as though he tends to stray in that direction as well as it’s the person who makes the outfit not the other way around. in terms of height, though he hasn’t stated anything about it, i don’t think it’s an important factor to him though he may have a *slight* preference to people with an average cuz on functionality but i seriously do not think he would care. now this part should be taken with a grain of salt (which my tan loving self has come face to face with) yes, he does prefer fair skin, he said in that interview with the initial NCT U’s interview with Heechul that he is jealous of Jaehyun’s ‘white’ skin and how he likes snow ‘white’, he even made a compliment in angel about the girl having ‘white legs’ also i feel. this makes sense since Korea is a fair skin loving country and obviously it will rub off on him. now i definitely do not believe Taeyong would say no to someone that’s not on the fair side at all because like i said before NCT is a global group, he has shown to be very accepting to people that aren’t Korean which is evident by his closeness to the rest of the band plus he seems very interested in other places, i see he listens to western songs, he remembers greetings from Indonesia, Malaysia, japan etc so don’t over think on that part, we all know Taeyong ain’t like that, its just a preference. now in terms of *personality* he wants someone mature and not in the stereotypical idea of mature but someone who is accepting of lee Taeyong, the guy who he himself has said is extremely shy so you should be direct in wanting to become closer to him or other wise its just going to end up no where i mean give him a little push and reassure him that what he is doing is okay so he doesn’t have to worry as i feel as though he wants a relationship which surrounds the idea of both comfort and acceptance oh and i guess patience cuz oml this boy will take him time. i feel as though pressure is what would be the downfall in the relationship as evident of the ‘i thought of my sister while making whiplash’ he doesn’t do well when a person is continuously asking a question he himself isn’t comfortable to answer especially when it makes the atmosphere awkward. remember when i said acceptance is also key to the relationship well with acceptance it means you need to respect him and vise versa which is evident that he can do so cuz he is practically the mother of the group. he has stated he has mysaphobia and he is a leader which means he wants things a certain way, i’m not saying he wants a girl that only does as he says (judging by whiplash and baby don’t like it he seems like the submissive type so ya know dominance and a bad thing i guess) he just wants someone that is mindful of his wishes and makes an effort to not be a slob. he has also stated that he wants someone he can learn from which makes sense since he is an idol who wants to make his teammates, company and fans proud, being able to grow into a better and more knowledgeable person would be a huge importance to him and NCT is a global group so he will have to continuously be strong enough to handle this and if his girl is backing him up then nothing will stop him! confidence also appears to matter because he can understand what is right and wrong in the relationship and also show his weird otaku self (if you get the reference, you’re amazing) to you because if you two are both shy then i don’t think their would be much bonding because you don’t talk about anything to be able to bond. oh and also i do believe he would like a direct person when flirting as it was mentioned by mark when Jungwoo said he wants Taeyong for his birthday. you would probably be the romantic one in the relationship. i genuinely do believe he is a masochist cuz that boy in both baby don’t like it and whiplash is also about receiving umm…ya know…anyway, i feel like you would have to take charge in the relationship. i believe he enjoys compliments but not of shallow things like his face (even though his face is perfect like wow) i mean on what he is passionate about like acknowledging him cleaning the place up well and is thankful of that or appreciating the food he cooks. oh and i forgot to mention, though he would like a sweet person, i do believe he wouldn’t really like a very cute person as he tends to show a cringed reaction towards it like in the cherry bomb era where he was (half joking, half kinda serious) on being annoyed with all the stuff the group said of wanting love or something like that. i don’t think it would be a turn off but if it was excessive he would have more of a negative reaction to it. anyways, hope that helps!

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