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Its That Time Again, Folks. Do It For IRS Dommy Mommy Dimetrescu
If they personify the IRS into a smoking hot dude with big thighs and pillow pecs/a smoking hot gal with a big chest and hella curves/anything in between but with the head of the IRS logo, Would yall do your fuckin taxes?
Like if you do your taxes you get rewarded with the personified IRS hottie of your choice.
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if Life savers candy was a post
hot artists don't gatekeep
I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard
Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.
Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.
Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.
Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.
SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.
SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.
Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.
Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.
Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.
Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.
Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.
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hey transformers community
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can you find it in your heart to forgive and forget this
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Little Girl.
Why do I fear my heart? My feelings? My fears? Why am I afraid to shed heavy tears? It's nothing to be scared of, not the end of my life… But my heart pounds harder with invisible strife. "What is it?" I ask. "What's wrong with you now?" When there's nothing to fear, not here…so how? I scold it, bury it, ignore my needs. Ignoring it like it's a mouth that I don't have to feed.
Yet here I stand, in my mind space of white. And there's this little girl there…curled up, unwilling to fight. Little girl, dying eyes, waiting for a surprise, for life, for a jumpstart to something happy that's never coming. Disheartened little baby, in dirty overalls and sneakers… a bible set beside her, the cover torn, the pages tatters…
I know you. I don't want to.
"Who are you?" "You are me." "So, we are us?" "I agree." "I see…"
The conversation stops there, silence filling the space between us. Infinite and vast, like I'm on Pluto, She's on Venus. A little girl without her daddy, A mommy mad that she can feel that she's a person too, that she can breathe and dance and sing and be-
Free.
"What are you doing here?" "Waiting." "For what?" "For you." "For me?" "Yes." "Why?" "I need to make you see."
No…she isn't free, she's locked here, shackled in my mind.
'See what?' Is the question that rattles around. It bounces off walls without making a sound.
"I'm missing something." "You always are." "But what?" "Me." "God, enough of these riddles! stop being a drama queen."
My words come out in a snap, like violent jaws. And the little stares at me as if I've sprouted horns and then claws.
"Why do you treat me like they did? You keep pushing me down." "Maybe I need to? To look normal in town!" "You're neglecting me." "I'm not! I've no-one to neglect!" "Yes you do."
"Who are you?" "You are me." "So, we are us?" "I agree." "You are me." "You are me."
…I see.
Tandem, togetherness. Baby girl, shrouded in the darkness. I'm sorry. The one girl I couldn't protect. The innocent one I couldn't save. Us.
"What do you need from me?" "Accept me. Forgive me." "Why should I forgive us?" "Forgive yourself." "I can't." "Or you won't?" "It's hard!"
My cheeks are wet, throat is hoarse. This girl? Is to be reckoned with. Bringing feelings home, full force.
"I know." "Shut up." "Calm down. It's just us."
My bravery died with her. When the summer leaves were painted with kiss of autumn, When life took me by my shoulders and shook, forcefully laughing…"That one finally taught 'em!"
"What did mommy teach us?" "Stuff it down, but never frown." "And smile like nothing's ever happening." "Then you can be safe like me."
The teaching was never correct, I know that now…. Having buried this little girl under masks and blankets to keep her safe. To suffocate her, lock her up. Never let her see the light of day.
"It's okay." "Are you sure?" "I am. We'll be okay." "How do you know that?" "Because I'm still here!"
Despite it all she sits there smiling up at me, the one who tried to kill her…
"Do you want to play Barbies with me?" "I'm too old for that." "Are we really?" "Will doing this set you free? Will it let you grow? Will it let you see the world the way you were supposed to?" "No." "Then why?" "Because it's the first step you can take to learn how to love me again." "…Okay."
I sit by the girl no questions asked. And as she hands me a doll I wait for my task. For instructions, for how to play, for what to play…
"We can start slow. Just take it step by step!" "Every day?" "Every day." "…Okay."
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What can I say...
Some days I want to lay down and die. Step outside, lay in the grass as the sun shines on my skin and slowly become one with the earth as she slowly spins and watering the wildflowers with my tears. I want to throw in the towel and fall asleep as the sun sets, never to see it rise again. But I think of you. How sad you might be to see me go, to have to say goodbye to me one last time. To go to work and never come out and see me waiting for you when I'm around. To drop me off at my house say 'I'll be back for you on Friday' just to never see me clamber out the door with that smile of relief and struggling to keep my bags in hand. Every week, we start from Sunday. Four more days. Three. Two. One. "I'm here." A simple text. And we say hello again. "Thank you, you alone are all of my reasons to survive."
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open rp
“hmm. I have never been to an olive garden before.”
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Darth maul be upon ye, the long awaited (probably) Part 2
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FINALLY I return to finish my thoughts about the homie maul. Who knows if my writing can all fit, I don't even know the tumblr rules for writing lmao. So this is gonna be like Maul's loving style, and shit like. Mmm. Aat least how I think about it. Enjoy lmao. Part 2 of 2 (I wrote a lot) Warnings: None. (I think)
"I'm frustrated that my words cannot accurately describe your allure, the feeling of power that rolls off you in the same way waves crash against a shore, the way… just the way you live and breathe! It's as if the entire universe was meant to bow at your feet and sing your praises. At the end of time, if no soul takes your side, I will. Know even in your darkest nights and bleakest days that among the stars, there is a heart that beats for you and all you are. No matter what atrocity you claim to be. You told me you were a monster when we first met. Maybe I still need to see it. You still need to show me… Perhaps I'm a fool, letting my heart bleed for you. But even then in the scourge of your wrath, I would be there to wipe the sweat from your brow in the midst of your misdeeds to the galaxy." -Another bit of a letter about homie Maul. Love writing about this bitch.
Okay so Maul is the KING of slow burn. No fuckin doubt about it. Wanna know why? Trust. Trust is the most important thing in a relationship to Maul. He has to trust you, he has to know you aren't selling him out to his enemies. Because maker knows he's probably got a ton of 'em. The Jedi are on his ass, fuckin Palpatine, I mean, you try trusting someone in a galaxy against you huh? It takes him a while to trust you, and then some extra time to warm up on loving you. You probably won't even notice when he starts liking you because at most he'll probably not be so harsh with you. Maybe he'll use less insults, or won't glare so much at you, but he will definitely hide it behind some 'you are the only one who has not tested my ire' type shit. I mean he's so emotionally constipated he probably won't even know what he's feeling when he's around you and will try to beat his feelings out of his system by training or meditating. SO I take a pinch of my previous statement back. I have a feeling this guy is hostile (or at least passive aggressive) to everyone at first no matter what the circumstance. So, Enemies to lovers slow burn king. (which is Ironic because I am not good at slow burn skjhdlskj) When he FINALLY gets over his emotional constipation and gets a brick to the face with realization that he is crushing and crushing HARD, he is going to slowly start courting you. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry but he's a total fucking loser when it comes to romance and it shows. Like his anger may fuel up around you again because he doesn't know how to talk to you, what to talk to you about, or how to get closer to you without seeming weak or you know...anything like that. But like, the efforts he does make are so pathetically obvious and strangely out of character for him (and objectively, it's kind of cute watching him stumble over himself) you can't help but be swayed by his...'seduction tactics.' But YOU. You have to be the one to ask him on a date. Because he's just. He's too prideful okay? Stooping to such LOWS like...Affection. He grows out of that, don't worry. But like when you do ask him he's fucking floored. Almost literally. He has to keep himself calm and not trip over his word's and he's like "okay, let me choose an adequate location for us to be alone so that it doesn't seem like I'm showing any kind of weakness" Or something along those lines. He might accidentally insult you but please be patient he is legit trying his best. Outside of that when you finally have him wifed up (/hj) he is still awkward, new to this but trying his best. Don't expect him to be affectionate anywhere outside of his bedroom until he's comfortable with showing off you or this 'new side' to anyone. It doesn't mean he spends no time with you otherwise, it means his affections will be reserved to hushed whispers and small favors. Perhaps this manifests through seeking you out in the corridors, or providing you with little gifts that would appear meaningless to anybody else. It may take a while for his affections to become grander in the open, but one day it would happen. Unless you tried to force it out of him before he was ready then you're probably gone. He would make a laughing stock out of anyone who claimed affections for another were foolish and made him weak. NO. Hell no. He's soft for you but he can still kick ass. Obviously. I'm sure he would be rather possessive, I just know he would fear losing you. He absolutely uses that as a reason to usually be touching you in some way. Pinky fingers linked, his foot nudging yours, etc. He doesn't want to wake up and find you gone, find that all of this was for naught and dreams and peace really don't exist for him. He would spend as much time as he could learning everything about you. He would be so fucking devoted to you it would make your head spin. He'd know your favorite color, flower, time of day, place to be, things to eat, and he'd keep everything you didn't like away from you. To the best of his ability at least.
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Went a little hard with this one, stuffed it full with as many words as I could lol. Hope you enjoyed. Spice may be available later upon request, here's the first part.
Until next time!
Ciao~ -Enigma
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HELP! THE TUMBLR-IANS ARE HUNGRY FOR THE HOT ROBOT MAN BUT I HAVE NOT BEEN COOKIN- I ADVERTISED FOOD BUT THE RESTAURANT IS CLOSED. MY BRAIN IS SO CRIPSY.
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Mirage has my whole heart bro.
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Just saw the movie. Yes I'm in love with him. He's such a chill dude. I loved every moment that he was on screen and I wish I could have more. My head is literally full of him but I do not have the words to express the exact feelings I have for him without spoilers. So I wont say anything but this. Im gonna try to write at least a little about this man since my motivation is back up.
Speaking of writing, when I do write about him I might add in some g1 quirks to him that he didn't have in the movie, but wtvr just be prepared my brain be workin on some funky shit rn. Oh and-
He definitely whimpers
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Bow, for you are in the presence of the rizzler.
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Fuck it. Woe, Darth Maul be upon ye-
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Rant about loving maul hours, taken from a sexy man tourney between friends. I got a little deep with it but the man deserves so much, he's seen so much shit bro. Anyways. Eat up fellow maul stans. Part 1 of 2 (I wrote a lot) Warnings: None. (I think)
''I find you as transfixing as the stars and as alluring as a song and oh how sad it is that I cannot bring myself to feel worthy of ever being in such a presence that is so perfectly yours. I'm not worthy of it, not worthy of you. Not worthy of your gaze. Not worthy of your time, or heart, or to exist near you. You are too perfect for someone like me. Too perfect for my pathetic breath to be wasted upon you and yet I cannot help but mourn what could be. What could be if I was yours. If I were good enough, if I could please you. It's all I want, but I know I'm not enough. I never would be, never will. But still I think about your grin, in all its malicious intent and all meanings between. I can only hope on day you will smile at me, endearingly as if I've spoken something amusing, or done something that entertains you. I think about the touch of your palm within mine and dream of its warmth and the chance to trace the beautiful darkened lines that adorn your flesh. I imagine the chance of you loving me. And as soon as I catch myself I reel. There's no way you would take someone like me to be at your side. So insignificant and imperfect. I watch you from afar and daydream guiltily. How foolish of someone like me to admire someone like you so strongly...'' -Part of a love letter to Maul I have been unexpectedly caught in a snare. Fallen into a trap so intricately woven that even the most genius of men and hunters elite would never have seen coming. Love. Love, my enemy. Love, my friend. I cannot tell between the two which this may be. Perhaps both. Darth Maul is a dangerous man. A slave to the darkness, a servant to a faithless master. He could tear my heart from my chest without a second thought and yet I feel like deep in his own being he would feel regret for it. Survival in the universe is harsh. The dark and the light fight for dominance, for victory, every second among the stars. He has lived and breathed hatred. Survived on rage alone for years and years. It's the only thing he knows It's the only thing he has been allowed to know. The universe has not been kind to him, and every step of progress he takes is eventually uprooted. For every one of his wins, he faces a loss far more extreme. Truly, I feel like he is a man with a hidden gentleness that must be nurtured back to life. What family he did have, he loved until they were ripped away from him by the cruelty of fate. Though he is harsh and such a thing seems foreign or trivial to him, his affections manifest through loyalty and trust. He is careful to guard himself, so maybe he just needs someone to break down his walls, help his heart heal from the transgressions of fate against him, show him that there's more to life than the darkness he drowns himself in. He needs someone he knows won't turn their back to him, someone he can trust with his life. I don't want to change him, I just want to be someone he can be vulnerable with because goddamn does he deserve it. There's no way you can be strong and hardened for your entire life without needing some kind of a break. Regardless of all that, Maul Is a man who's loyal. Cunning, almost genius. Yeah. He's mean, rough around the edges, but he's capable and gets things done. When he has a vision he sticks to it and takes charge. He never ever lets his anger take ahold of him, he doesn't let it ruin his plans. He will execute every step of his life with deadly precision, and quickly deals with anything in his supervision that may be running astray. He's snarky and speaks his mind with no fear of consequence. Even then, every move he makes is calculated perfection. He has a respect for women even if they're an enemy to him. Anyways, say we get this man a little therapy, say we do get him to be gentle and vulnerable around a close friend, or at the very most, a lover...What next? To Be Continued... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Damn you tumblr text limit.
Part two will be shorter, a short description of the kind of lover maul is, at least romantically. If spice is demanded, I shall produce results.
See yall in like ten minutes with the last little bit.
Ciao~ -Enigma
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If they personify the IRS into a smoking hot dude with big thighs and pillow pecs/a smoking hot gal with a big chest and hella curves/anything in between but with the head of the IRS logo, Would yall do your fuckin taxes?
Like if you do your taxes you get rewarded with the personified IRS hottie of your choice.
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Balam and Mofuego 💚💙
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Speed ran the FUCK out of the Nightbringer tutorial just to see my prince and touch the ditties.
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YOU'RE DOING IT! YOU'RE BECOMING MIGHTY!
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