that's it for now

skyloftwing:

I was thinking about Prometheus, and how he stole the fire to sculpt us - the humans. I feel like we sometimes forget that we are living creatures, capable of so many beautiful things. And the human’s current obsession with beauty makes us forget and devalue the fire that rests within us. Our inner self, and most important part.” - Aurora

I thought about Aurora, and how if she was a statue that was given life, the first thing she’d do was dance.

Giving into the Love is still one of my fav songs from TGWCT! Hope you like this!

this page was abandoned for a while but it’s a nice place for my thoughts and there are so many fun people here so i’ll stuck here for a second

blvnk-art:

I have decided I want to quit Social Media!

Hello guys!

I few months ago I have decided to step back from fandoms to dedicate on my personal original artworks and to practice traditional sketches etc. I also decided I wanted to take a break from social Media.

The fact is that I actually want to quit Social Media altogether, for both original and fanart work. Most people tell us otherwise, especially if you are an artist and want exposure for your art.

It’s easier said than done so i’m doing it in little steps.

The fact is, since I was 15 years old I posted almost every art I’ve done. I like the idea of sharing process and studies. Even for potterbyblvnk I post every single night and I was this consistent for 2 years. Social Media and algorithm loves that. (I did it for my personal reasons, since drawing Harry everyday helped me get through mental stuff).

This helped me get recognition and a lot of followers but that wasn’t my goal at all. I’m not taking it for granted either, I appreciate the messages and knowing my art is relevant for people!!! I even did commissions!!

I now realise that, on the other hand, it also hurt and distracts me. It’s not that I don’t want to connect with people or to disappear, but I don’t want the feeling of rush and the realisation my art will only be relevant if I post it on social media. When I took a break I saw numbers decreasing and the feeling I got was a wake up call. This made me think the problem is my art and that thought can destroy me and I won’t let that happen.

So here’s the thing.

Art is supposed to be done every single day. You want to get better, draw everyday.

But posting everyday or even every week, let me tell you:

This is not healthy. It’s fun during a semester but after years, you just decide that you are addicted to it and you need to step back. Social media wants you NOT to do it. Its controlling our actions and thought every day.

Because I get too obsessed, I get too distracted, I even get upset sometimes - especially when I don’t post and I feel like I’m being wrong.

And I came to this conclusion after… 10 years. Sometimes I thought I was able to control it, but it actually pushes me back all the time, and I can’t help feeling some feelings because of it.

I also work professionally in marketing agency, dealing with posts for social media for different companies, I think this also affects me when I get home and want to work on my own art. I don’t want to see instagram or facebook icon anymore x)

Please, if you enjoy it and it works for you, I’m not writing this in order to “inspire” someone to do the same. It might work for some artists to be on social media but now I think it doesn’t work for me. I just want to write it because maybe someone is going through the same crisis.

I want to have energy for my art, my projects, myself. Then, only then, social media can be a valuable tool.

I’ll probably be around tumblr at @artdes-b, bc out of all social media, it’s what I love most - it doesn’t show number of followers, it doesn’t even make easy to access activities and I can also reach out and answer questions if you guys have any or just want to say hi!

Now, I really think I need to go! Thank you for all your support over the year.

(I won’t delete my accounts, I just won’t be fully active on them anymore).

<3 

haven’t been here for so long

currently trying to be a better human being maybe i will document some of it here maybe somewhere else

had enough of myself. want to stop whinig and actually do the job

februaryflora:

every few months it feels like i relearn the whole entire world

(via godiswoman)

teaboot:

ravingsrandom:

teaboot:

justpretendivedeletedthisaccount:

normalbeast:

teaboot:

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he’s in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he’s got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD’S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I’m overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. “Bhurr blur, I’m Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs”. Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he’s sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That’s the worst part. I know he’s just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children’s movie, I know it doesn’t matter, I know I shouldn’t care. But that’s part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world’s array of sinners, and I can’t even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity’s saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It’s EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it’s disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

holy shit you’re not wrong

I’d feel better about this whole rant if Olaf weren’t queer-coded. It might be largely the voice acting – the lisp, the inflection especially – but he’s got massive “harmless gay sidekick” vibes. And if you’re actively critiquing that? Sure, great, go all out. Hate whom you will. Say whatever you want about how “gay” is equated with “harmless silly sidekick used for comic relief, with no serious bearing on the plot, literally inhuman and treated by Serious Human Characters as… well,a sidekick, peripheral to your life and safe to ignore.

But if you’re not engaging critically with that aspect of his character and are just overwhelmed with hatred whenever you see or hear or think about the queer-coded character and his mannerisms make you feel violent, that is a little bit. Uncomfortable. At best.

what on God’s green earth are you talking about

Fuck off child

What

blvnk-art:

blvnk-art:

and how important it is to STAY FOCUS when you’re not working - and just actually wants to complete personal projects.

When I was starting to be an artist, I wanted to make and learn everything, and then in the end I didn’t do anything I planned. I learned that I liked incompleted drawings (sketches), but only when I matured a bit I realised this doesn’t mean the work itself is incomplete. 

After I started working with and for other people, I learned to organize project and to see something starting until the finish line. It’s a beautiful process. I learned how much organization and planning ON PAPER is important. Only seeing myself getting part of something that got completed was able to make myself a bit more focused and believe that I could see the finish line of a personal project, so I wouldn’t feel lost and simply give up. Having too many ideas that you won’t get it done… not so good!

My main advice, especially in this time: pretend you are a company, create a trello account or something, and plan your ideas, comment on the boards as if someone else is working with you too. When you are not working, work at least for yourself and your pleasure. Especially, especially, if you want to create a portfolio. 

Here’s an example of a personal project that I completed recently: my “dream” office x)

I set myself an objective: don’t waste time with a perfect modeling, only set colors and composition so I could visualise the place. I knew if I tried to model everything perfectly, I wouldn’t have the patience so it’s always better to make a plan that you know you will able to follow!

I simply did it for fun. I think what makes me excited is to have side projects that initially won’t give me any income (while I still have one that might not be so exciting lol), only knowledge and practice for when the actual job comes. You wouldn’t want to learn how to organize project only when you are working for real. So nothing’s a waste of time. I even created a pdf presentation, which is the moment we can proudly say we completed a project.

So. especially during times like these, nothing like a personal project to keep our minds occupied, and satisfied with the fact we… yey, completed something without getting out of our house. I recommed.

blvnk-art:

So there’s this Cho/Harry scene in Order of the Phoenix, the first Dumbledore’s Army class, that I quite enjoy. When he was walking around Cho, she missed the spell and said that he “distracted” him. he lied that it was good, but then he was like “actually that was pretty lousy, but I know you can do it properly, I was watching you over there”. and when I read it again today I was like “potter knows how to flirt!?!?!?!”. it was the most flirty scene of him, and he didn’t even blink. What made me think of about Harry in this moment: he’s confident when he knows what he’s talking about, when moments like these are completely natural, when he’s occupied with things such as teaching, etc.

but then before their first kiss, Harry was completely awkward. He literally thought the moment would have been better if she only said “hey, merry christmas”. Instead she kept mentioning Cedric :(( 

I mean, Harry had pretty horrible memories regarding Ced, and he wasn’t ready to talk about it with her, he wanted to kinda forget, and he wanted to talk about something that makes him happy and lighter, he was needing it, but unfortunately Cho couldn’t provide him that, because she was feeling miserable too and SHE wanted to talk about it. I’m not the one to compare, but one of the reason I enjoy Hinny is because Harry and Ginny, when they talk, the impact is that Harry feels always better afterwards. both of them also share traumas, Tom Riddle stuff, and when they mention it, the moment is appropriate - for instance: scene when Ginny told him off “I know how it feels so NO, you are not being possessed”. And somehow that made him feel better. And also, the scene he wanted to talk to Sirius under Umbridge’s eyes, he was miserable and yet, Ginny was there lighting up the mood with some easter eggs and positive talk about how everything was possible if he got some balls. Not blaming Cho, because she was truly sad. just trying to analyse little things that made Harry fell in love with Ginny in the end, and how Harry was not that oblivious, awkward boy when it comes to people he likes, like we in the fandom joke about sometimes :’) It all depends on how people interact with him.

blvnk-art:

Some people ask me how did I start to ship hinny and to draw them as much as I do. I didn’t care much about them the first time I read the books. Then, in the second time I read them, I got genuinely excited to see Harry falling in love. My love for them grew as I started to draw Harry as an auror in 2017. 

(it’s a very long post.)

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