I Am So Envious Of Your Fabric Folds

I am so envious of your fabric folds

ALL RIGHT I’LL TRY!Note: This is how I personally work with folders, i’m not right neither wrong, different artists have different ways to do the same thing. Remeber to check for more than one as refference!

The shame is HEAVILY influenced by the wind or movement on the character/object, so are the folds that follow the flow of whatever is influencing them!

Always consider the fabric you’re planning to use, a heavy one won’t have as many folds, but will have more bumps, meanwhile thin ones tend to have A LOT of folds and not so many bumps, and often fold over themselfs

If you don’t plan how the object/dynamic/wind whatever will influence the fabric, you may come up with this:

The tip of the arrows will have LESS folds because it’s where the wind is blowing, meanwhile the back of the arrows will have a lot of folds, since it’ll curl and bump on itself!

You can’t just toss folders around without planning how they will be affected, works very similar as hair does!

It ended up so long i really hope it helps omgg ;w;If you want to support me and help me to make more tutorials, you can always tip me! (Not mandatory, don’t feel pressured!)

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"What’s wrong with capitalism?”

* = Highly recommended. 

ECONOMIC IMPERIALISM

Imperialism in the 21st Century (BOOK) *

The Human Cost of Development in Cambodia (VIDEO) *

The New Rulers of the World (DOCUMENTARY)

Deportations, Assassinations, and Dictator Nations: A Timeline of US Intervention in Latin America (ARTICLE) *

Volkswagen suppression of communist-leaning people, unions, labor rights activists: Private imprisonment, torture, and spies (VIDEO) *

What’s In Your iPhone (ARTICLE)

Corporations and Land Grabbing (ARTICLE)

Child Labor in the Fashion Supply Chain (ARTICLE)

The Philanthropy Hustle (ARTICLE) *

Africa is not poor, we are stealing its wealth (REPORT) *

CLIMATE CHANGE

Neoliberalism has conned us into fighting climate change as individuals (ARTICLE) *

Just 90 Companies Responsible For Most of Man-Made Climate Change (ARTICLE)

ExxonMobil’s Conspiracy (ARTICLE)

A Marxist Analysis of Climate Change (ARTICLE) *

CAPITALISM IN GENERAL

How bosses are literally like dictators (ARTICLE) *

Pharmaceutical companies spend more on marketing than research (ARTICLE)

Crisis of Capitalism (VIDEO) *

The Life and Death of an Amazon Warehouse Temp (ARTICLE)

Capitalism, the Absurd System (ARTICLE)

The Corporation (DOCUMENTARY)

Jeankasa?

TFW you do a ship meme entirely for the opportunity to talk about Jeankasa.

1. My take on their canon relationship: Jean has a crush on Mikasa that preserved through their training years together; he’s attracted to her but he still respects her talents without feeling emasculated by them. Jean sees situations for what they are, and right from the start it is clear that Mikasa prioritizes Eren. Yet Jean doesn’t resent her for this. He admires her, worries about her more than she does herself, doesn’t think Eren appreciates her as much as he should. Despite his feelings, he doesn’t hesitate to give her the business when he has to (which speaks more to Jean’s character than Jeankasa per say). Where we last saw them in the story, I think Mikasa grew to respect and trust Jean as a comrade. She doesn’t reciprocate his feelings (but I still have hope).

2. Do I ship them: Hi I’m Stasia and Jeankasa destroyed my life (yes).

3. Reasons why I do/don’t ship them: I just…  love how Jean adores her in canon. Like.. he acknowledges that she surpasses him in badassery by about 100% but it only contributes to how he feels about her. Additionally I think Jean could be the exact type of family Mikasa is looking for. He’s such a softy and I don’t think a day would pass where he wouldn’t do anything and everything he could to make her happy. Everything about the two of them makes me want to implode. 

4. Headcanon, if any: Even if Mikasa wasn’t so clearly about Eren, I don’t think canon Jean would make a move on her. I headcanon him to view her as the type of person he’d never have a shot with.

5. How much do I ship: I actively ship these two. Fanart, fanfics, you name it, I’m on it.

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B always wondered what the numbers meant.

It seemed only natural that everyone else saw them too.  That is, until his small voice quipped after them one day and all he received in return were blank stares.  He felt different and strange after that.

He never spoke of them again.

But still… he wondered.

They were everywhere and held no meaning to him.  He tried not to look at them. 

But one night in particular, he couldn’t help but notice that A’s numbers were especially small.  Nearly ran out.

A, his best friend.  His brother in every sense of the word, save in blood.  The small, freckled boy with the bright eyes and the charming tooth gap.  The quiet, brilliant child with a laugh only B himself could genuinely initiate.

And how B loved to make him laugh.  When he wasn’t with B, A bore a timid countenance.  Almost frightened. 

B found him once, sitting and hugging his knees on the windowsill behind the heavy curtains.  He was crying.  When B climbed up to sit with him, A quickly wiped the tears from his red, round face.  B looked at him through strands of messy, black hair that always hung in his dark eyes.  They sat for a moment in awkward silence.  Then, B reached out and his long slender fingers closed around the especially small, freckled hand of his friend.  He candidly spoke only a few simple words and A’s tear-streaked face brightened into a toothy grin.

And that was B to A.  The carefree spirit to his small, burdened shoulders.  The wild laughter to his quiet reservation.

But the numbers kept getting smaller. 

And on that night- the night the numbers were smallest of all- A hugged B.  He held him close and whispered, “Thank you.“  And B tousled his friend’s hair and laughed as he always did and asked, "What for?"  But A didn’t answer.  He squeezed tightly one more time and turned to go into his room, shutting the door behind him.

And the next morning, Roger came and sat down slowly on B’s bedside.  He spoke softly and sadly.

And the numbers finally made sense.

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SPEAK UP AGAINST THIS BULLSHIT

It’s 2017 and the Hungarian government is legitimately taking about putting us in “camps”. I never want to hear another gadjekane fuck tell me that our people don’t suffer in Europe and all over the world.