verity. 20. sometimes writer/artist, always an idiot. lots of fandoms, not enough time.
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You’ve seen this a lot, haven’t you? Tutorial under the cut.
Basically, adding a color fill layer can hide an ugly background and or put the focus on the subject of the cap. Long tutorial below. If you prefer to take the .psd and run, here is it.
[Download. It contains adjustments to make it easier for you to do this. To make it red/green/blue/purple. Remember that the adjustment layers vary with lighting in different scenes.]warning: too long for your own good
Tura Satana was a Japanese-Scots-Irish-Native American actress and former dancer. At school she was constantly harassed for her large breasts and asian appearance, and at the age of 9 she was gang raped by 5 men walking home from school. None of her attackers were prosecuted (the judge was reportedly paid off) so Tura took it in her stride to take up martial arts and learnt Aikido and Karate and over the next 15 years tracked down each rapist and extracted her own revenge.
Not even a stint in reform school could stop this woman, she became the leader of a gang she started with the other students and in her words they “had leather motorcycle jackets, jeans and boots and kicked butt.”
She played Varla in Russ Meyer’s “Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!” in which she did all her own stunts and improvised most of the films best lines including a scene when a gas attendant stares at her breasts and says how he’d like to travel America to which Varla replies “You wont find it down there Columbus.”
we don’t need to “teach girls to say no”, we need to teach boys to take “no” for an answer so that girls who learn to say no, who already say no, who’ve been saying no can feel like it’s even a viable option that’ll have an effect in the first place
#fuck no #he thought tobias said he killed will #oh jesus i just made that connection wow #he literally brought all his rage forth #because he thought will was already dead #oh jesus #he keeps killing people for you will #this is bad #you don’t even know how much he cares #he killed the shit out of tobias bc he thought you were gone #i am not ok
Brioche French Toast with Bananas, Crème Patissiere and Salted Caramel
You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to
pretend to be so interested in your on going tragedy,
but
I’ll rob the bank that gave you the impression that
money is more fruitful than words, and
I’ll cut holes in the ozone if it means you have one less day of rain.
I’ll walk you to the hospital,
I’ll wait in a white room that reeks of hand sanitizer and latex for the results from the MRI scan that tries to
locate the malady that keeps your mind guessing, and
I want to write you a poem every day until my hand breaks
and assure you that you’ll find your place,
it’s just
the world has a funny way of
hiding spots fertile enough for
bodies like yours to grow roots.
and
I miss you like a dart hits the iris of a bullseye,
or a train ticket screams 4:30 at 4:47, I
wanted to tell you that it’s my birthday on Thursday
and I would have wanted you to
give me the gift of your guts on the floor, one last time,
to see if you still had it in you.
I hope our ghosts aren’t eating you alive.
If I’m to speak for myself, I’ll tell you that
the universe is twice as big as we think it is
and you’re the only one that made that idea
less devastating.
What could have been. :[
NO.
GO HOME AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE
