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Sheridan models for calarts, and forces a confession out of calarts

Sheridan had always been fascinated by Calarts's art, and when the other anthropomorphized animation school offered to let him be his private model, he couldn't say no.

He knew that Calarts was a bit of a tsundere, always pushing people away even though he secretly yearned for their affection. And as he posed for the other school, he couldn't help but feel his own feelings for Calarts growing stronger with each passing moment.

But as the sessions went on, Sheridan began to notice that Calarts was acting a bit strange. He would get flustered and embarrassed whenever Sheridan complimented his art, and he would often turn bright red and refuse to make eye contact.

It was clear to Sheridan that Calarts was falling for him, but the other school was too stubborn to admit it.

One day, after a particularly intense session, Sheridan decided he had had enough. He walked over to Calarts, who was sitting at his easel with a frustrated look on his face.

"Calarts, I know you have feelings for me," he said, his voice soft but firm. "And I have feelings for you too. Why won't you just admit it?"

Calarts looked up at Sheridan, his eyes wide with surprise. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Sheridan sighed and sat down next to Calarts, taking his hand in his own. "I know you're scared, but I promise I'll be here for you no matter what. Just please, don't push me away anymore."

Calarts looked at Sheridan, his eyes filled with emotion. He took a deep breath and finally spoke. "I do have feelings for you, Sheridan," he whispered. "I'm just afraid of getting hurt."

Sheridan smiled and leaned in for a gentle kiss, trying to convey all the love and tenderness he felt in that single touch.

"I'll never hurt you, Calarts," he whispered back. "I promise."

And as they sat there, finally admitting their true feelings for each other, Sheridan knew that they were destined to be together, no matter what challenges they might face. The end

New York City, 1977. Detective Frank Barnes (Paul Newman) is fighting more than just the heatwave: A robbery spree becomes increasingly difficult to investigate as the head of the operation, Sonny Moreno (Robert Redford), uses it as a platform to flirt with none other but the head detective himself. What ensues is a cat and mouse game full of adrenaline, drama and sexual tension that leaves the cop torn between two worlds.

i don't know if i should make everyone in my artschool universe attend some imaginary school or not because they're technically personified art schools

Goncharov feels like the evil twin of TikTok’s creation of the Ratatouille Musical.

It came from nothing. It’s not real. No matter how much we contribute, it will never be real. There are gifs. There are screenshots. There’s fanfiction, a cast, a Letterboxd, a TV Tropes page, and an IMDB page. There’s a score and a poster. It’s not real. Most importantly, we cannot get the attention of anyone big enough to make it real because it’ll destroy the entire concept. We don’t WANT the attention. We don’t WANT it to exist. It exists several decades in the past rather than as a joint effort for a collective future project so that no one will ever be able to create or recreate it. But the essence of the film still lies in the collaboration that “made” it. And it now only exists because we decided it should.

I am so obsessed with Tumblr’s community. I really am.

unpopular opinion but I love it when people write essays for fun on the internet. I don’t think it’s cringe if you’re being polite and coherent and making your own post instead of making unwanted additions to other people’s posts. why say something in a 7 word meme format sentence, faking disaffection and chillness, when you could flesh it out in 7 paragraphs of sincere and substantial nuance. not just for seriousness but for fun concepts, is what i have in mind. for talking about a story or character. for talking about life. talking about anything. this is a wordy person safe zone

for reference this is the really old reference page that i made a while ago i keep thinking ill update but really i probably wont

And speaking of scurvy, I am eternally amused by the thing where some ancient form of healing that was born in a time where people didn't know exactly how the human body works, or what causes it to stop working sometimes, that still somehow worked. Like how so many old folk medicinal plants were listed as a cure for various ailments that - from a modern view - are clearly just symptoms of scurvy, and the plant itself is rich in vitamin C.

I recall reading some story, no recollection of the exact time or place, where the king of a large empire suffered from constant horrible headaches and was incapable of falling asleep unless drugged or blackout drunk. Sick of taking temporary fixes to dull the pain and having to be sedated every night, he called up some old sage healer who was said to know how to fix things nobody else could explain, and the healer heard his symptoms and went

"Hmm. You spend too much time being a king. Your skull is packed so full of kingly thoughts that they don't all fit in there and that's why your head is in pain. You need to spend time not being a king." And prescribed him to schedule three days every month where he must go to a peasant village where nobody knows he's the king, live with a family there under a fake name and identity, work in the rice fields with them, eating the same food and sleeping on the same mats. Absolutely nobody is allowed to address him as the king, speak to him of any royal or political matters, and he himself is not allowed to think any kingly thoughts or think of himself as the king.

And naturally, this worked. Taking a regular scheduled break from a highly stressful office desk job to completely decompress, paired with physical exercise in the form of hard but simple physical labour, plain and simple food and Just Not Thinking About Your Fucking Job All The Time does help chronic stress, which here was worded as "spending too much time being a king clogs your brain."

Sometimes you do have ghosts in your blood, though I'm not entirely sure whether you should do cocaine about it.

Aimee Seu, from "In Flux: 25"

Hello! I've rewritten this ask like five times so I'll just come out and say, you're one of my favorite artists, thank you for all the good stuff you put out, it's inspiring <3 I wanted to ask, what's your method of studying anatomy and expressions?

Thank you! <3 Ngl the last time I studied anatomy with effort, I was a kid in high-school. The only book I had on the subject was the Anatomy for the Artist from Jeno Barcsay. It was huge and detailed, literally muscle and bone deep, but I think my brain is wired more for the feel of things than the understanding 😅

I try to find nude or mostly nude pics for anatomy stuff. Adult photo sites rule as a source, people contort their bodies in all sorts of weird ways and I can usually find someone with the build I'm looking for.

When I sketch based on a ref, I try to pay attention to the silhouette, negative spaces and alignments. They help me correct mistakes.

And obviously I love to exaggarate things. (Evident on the waistline and pulled up leg here.)

Same with expressions, I guess. I try to push them but stay within the realm of believable. It's so easy to make a face look uncanny or creepy or w/e with a smile too wide. I have had a couple commissioners ask me before to tone down the initial expressions on their characters, and I think that was a nice reminder to pull me back to reality lol It can get especially weird with long narrow faces like Buttons'. I find it a bit tricky to make him have a large open smile while fitting it all on his head.