How often do you practice drawing and how did you develop your style? Thnx!
Hello anon! I draw about every other day. Most of my drawing is actually dumb little doodles of animals with mustaches in class. >_>; I think any doodling helps to improve in small ways, though. Even though I hardly ever say “I’M GONNA IMPROVE ON HANDS TODAY”, I think slowly over time I learn to draw them better.
As for style — when I see something pretty or cute or different, I get inspired and my art veers off in that direction. I guess my advice would be to never be held back by one style! As for remaining consistent, I have absolutely no advice to give as I am not consistent whatsoever. xDD
I hope that’s helpful in some way. Thanks for the questions! :3
I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, partially because I wasn’t sure if it made any sense, but also because I was scared to show it to anyone. I’ve never talked about this kind of thing on Tumblr before because it’s such a touchy subject. But it’s Holy Week, and it seems relevant somehow.
Men who want to flirt with women have to realize: Women live in a state of continual vigilance about sexual safety. It’s like having a mild case of hay fever that never goes away. It’s not debilitating. You’re not weak. You’re not afraid. You just suck it up and get on with your life. It’s nothing that’s going to stop you from making discoveries, or climbing mountains, or falling in love. Sometimes you can almost forget about it. It doesn’t mean it’s not there, subtly sucking your energy. You learn to avoid situations that make it worse and seek out conditions that make it better.
If a female stranger is wary around you, it is not because she suspects you are a rapist, or that all men are rapists. It’s because a general level of circumspection is what vigilance requires. Don’t take it personally.
If this frustrates you, try to remember that women are blamed for lapsed vigilance. If a woman does get raped, everyone rushes to see where she let her guard down. Was she drinking? Was she alone? Was she wearing a short skirt? Did she go to a strange man’s room for coffee at 4am?
A woman must be seen to be vigilant as well as be vigilant. If she is deemed insufficiently vigilant, she will be at least partly blamed for any sexual violence that befalls her. If she’s regarded as downright reckless, that “evidence” can be used to completely exonerate her rapist. If it comes down to a he said/she said dispute over whether sex was consensual, as so many rape cases do, the dispute becomes a referendum on whether the woman seems like the sort of reckless person who would have sex with a stranger.
If a woman does go back to a strange man’s hotel room at 4am, even if she only wants a coffee and conversation, she’s more or less given him the power to rape her. No jury is going to believe she went up there for anything but sex. So, don’t be surprised if a stranger reacts badly to that suggestion.
I’m overworked. I’m tired. This week has been one of the most demanding of my life, but you know what? It’s been okay. I’ve been taking it on and going one step at a time, and I’ve put my optimism cap on and carried on through it.
Until today when some absolute idiot elitists started to bring me down. If there’s one thing I can NOT deal with, it is elitists.
With their snobby attitudes, their sneering superiority, and their domineering way of steering conversation. I can understand you have a strong opinion, really I can! But does that mean you need to be rude to everyone else at the table? Because I am not “your type” of person, that makes me lesser than you? It’s this abstract form of tribalism and the “I knew about it before I was cool” attitude that makes my skin crawl.
I know I’m letting it get to me and I shouldn’t, but it gets on my LAST nerve when a scenario goes like this;
Me: I was on the feminist boards, but they became overrun with men’s rights groups, so that wasn’t any good any more.
Her: *glare* Oh, I’m not a feminist.
YOU ARE IN A SCHOOL AND HAVE A JOB BECAUSE OF FEMINISM, WOMAN.
How dare she glare at me and judge me for being a feminist, of all things? Wonderful “special snowflake” that she is, somehow a man and a woman. Reaping all the benefits that have transpired because of feminist work and yet not acknowledging or appreciating it.
I’m tired. I’m overworked. This was not something I needed to deal with today.