Difficult Wet Folding Technique Allows This Vietnamese Artist To Create Curved Origami

Burning Matches Chapter 1 Of New Sights and Colors

Link will be included in a reblog to the AO3 site,  Cross-Posted from ,my account on AO3: HopelesslyLost

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       It was horrifying. It was dizzying. His mind spiraled in a million different directions, his body pressing against hard concrete as he desperately attempted to draw breath into his lungs, fingers scrabbling at the building, seeking something, anything that he could use to ground himself. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, trying to focus on the roughness of the concrete that he could feel, ripping his gloves off in order to be that much closer, barely remembering to shove them in a pocket as he did so. He didn’t even notice the fact that his fingers had dug into the rough edges to the point where they were starting to bleed.

             His breath was still rattling in his lungs, his body still tense, but if he kept his eyelids closed, he could at least pretend that nothing had changed.

             What had happened?

             One moment, Peter had been swinging after some two-bit crooks, intent on putting them on ice after they had shot up one of the poorer localities…and in Hooverville, that was saying something. The next, he had somehow swung into something that squeezed him tighter than the Sandman, and hit harder, too. When he finally was spat out of whatever it was that caught him, he found himself here. This…this…

             Peter didn’t know what this was. He didn’t know what was surrounding him, had no idea what was happening, why he was here, where here even was! What was happening? Slowly, slowly, Peter peered out through his goggles, his eyes squinted as narrow as he could make them and still be able to see.

             It was like an icepick was driving into his skull.

             Peter closed his eyes again, heaving a breath in, and letting it whistle out.

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three different colourations of a fallow deer, photographed by Mszafran on deviantart Source here

Johnny Blaze/Zarathos

I recently read a lot of Ghost Rider comics with Johnny Blaze. Now I’m wondering if I’m really the only one who kind of ships Johnny Blaze and Zarathos? Not in a “I want to see you two in bed together” kind of way [Hell no, that would be more than weird], but in a “I need to see more of you two together, because you’re awesome” kind of way. I just love to see them fighting for control, having to accept that they need each other or bickering like an old married couple. Seriously, it’s hilarious. They’re probably my favorite Marvel characters at the moment.

Casey’s Power In Glass

The Beast: *Is about to eat a person*

Casey:

Cleaning out my filing cabinet, I found this handout that I made for my mini-comics class.  Hope it’s helpful!  Remember, it ain’t only for comics.  Self-publish short stories, collections of drawings or sketches, or blank for journals/sketchbooks, etc.

GR Log

Glad i picked up Dan’s run, his 90s melt my heart & Ghostie is pure cuteness, also his bike.

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Rook speaks in grunts to fuck with their old friends and you can’t change my mind. 

Arthur and Clark in JL movie

“You make me nostalgic for a love that hasn’t even happened yet.”

(Image credit: Twitter@kimtomhardy)

Some thoughts I have after viewing JL for the second time solely to look at Arthur and Clark. As many who have followed me for a while know, I drew my first AquaSupes fanart back in 2015. It’s just a random rare pair that pops up in my head one day that seems hopeless from the start. Even when all the trailers of JL appeared, I never held hope that Arthur and Clark’s relationship would get explored in any ways. And it’s true. No interaction in the movie apart from the fight, Clark did not even look at Arthur once, they don’t even touch on the subject it’s Arthur who saved Clark back in MoS.

Amazing how the whole movie full of interaction and i keep being drawn to a relationship that is like shadows at noons, goings unheralded, passings unmourned…

But action speaks louder than word, doesn’t it?

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Some notes I put together for my CDA Class. Just stuff that I use. Take with grain of salt.