Saw a post about battling dysfunction by pretending to be an alien, and I suddenly remembered how I broke myself of the “there’s something watching me” anxiety in middle school.
I pretended that there WAS something watching me, but instead of wanting to like eat me or something, they were my own little guardian creature that just wanted me safe. I pretended they were a giant invisible lizard creature who just hung on the wall and liked seeing what I was working on, no matter how embarrassed I was about it. Art that looks weird because I messed up the arm? They were glad I was finally finishing it. Fanfic that’ll be buried until the day I die? Well at least I’m improving my writing skills.
So... yeah. It worked!
REBLOGING THIS FOR TO DRAW SOON
This year I decided to be extra indulgent and make my own wlw inktober prompt list! 👭💕
Join me in my quest to draw girls kissing girls every day this October! Tag your cuties with #inktobergirlfriends and #inktober2018 and I’ll reblog (or retweet if you’re on twitter) everything I can! OCs and fanart welcome!
So–
One of the things I to do when encountering art block is to read a fortune from a fortune cookie and draw the absolute first thing that comes to mind(no matter how random!). This had lead to a wonderful variety of interesting little doodles in varying stages of completeness. But that’s the point when you’re struggling to draw; it doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be.
With everything going on in the world atm, I figured I would share my little idea. Because, if it has helped me, it might help someone else as well, and who doesn’t need a little bright spot in their day!🧡
If you feel like giving this a try, go right ahead!! [Just add the tag #fortunate_inspirations so I can see your lovely doodles!]
(ALSO, If you don’t happen to work at a Chinese restaurant and have a bunch of cookies on hand, there are a bunch of online fortune generators available)
Challenging anyone who can draw to draw these hand poses
Vader: [opening a desk drawer in Obi-Wan’s old room] Let’s see what this old fool kept in here…[picking up a piece of paper] Obi-Wan: [in a letter]
Dear Anakin,
If you’re reading this, then you must be rifling through my belongings, which means you are either extremely bored (in which case I suggest going and tidying up your quarters, which I don’t need to see to know are a disaster,) or I’ve been missing for an extended amount of time and the Order needs the room to store extra chairs, or I’ve died, possibly while trying to rid the galaxy of General Grievous. If I am in fact dead, I hope this letter finds you well in spite of it, and that you have not gone off the deep end or murdered anyone in an attempt to avenge me. (…unless it’s Grievous, I suppose.)
You will find attached to this letter the receipts for several items in my room, such as the electric tea kettle. I hope you can at least return them for store credit.
I’ve set up a college savings plan with the Galactic Bank of Coruscant, because I noticed that Senator Amidala is obviously pregnant, and since I am not nearly as dense as you apparently think I am, I presume the child is yours. The account information is in my safe, which I would give you the combination to except that I know you have been breaking into it since you were 14.
If you do intend to eventually leave the Order, as I suspect you might, please make sure that you give the Council two weeks’ notice. It’s only polite, and you never know when you may need to use them as a reference. Even though I know you clash with them, they do care about you.
Finally, please make sure Duchess Satine’s nephew gets the inheritance I’ve left him (the information is also in my safe, and no, I’m not going to tell you any more details about this. I realize how much this is going to torment you, and I’d be lying if I said that’s not bringing a smile to my face.)
Your blanket is in the hamper. Wash it on the gentle cycle. The password for the wi-fi, in case you’ve forgotten, is BuyYourOwnDataPlanAnakin.
Be well, my Padawan, and I shall see you again someday – hopefully many years from now – when you, too, rejoin the Force. Don’t forget to change the payment settings for Netflix now that I’m dead or you’ll fall behind on your programs.
Yours, Obi-Wan Kenobi PS: Don’t let Vos speak at my funeral.