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oliviawhen:

A little late, but happy earth day! Have some rainy birds. 

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magnusatom:

The artists over at Pictoplasma academy are producing some pretty amazing stuff.

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gaulllimaufry:

OKEYE  a few people were asking my coloring process ??  for places and stuff yeah. this is generally it, i mess with the brushes and sometimes take the red sketch and put it on overlay on top of the colors at the end ! !  but thats p much it  ! ! 

also brush settings are in the °˖ ✧F  A  Q✧˖ °

if u have anymore questions just ask  ! !  okey  YA  T T A  AAAA

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lacigreen:

new video up babes!  WHY I’M A….FEMINIST *gasp!!* *shock!!!1* *horror!!!!*

i know, i know.  gender equality is a terrifying thing here on the interwebs.  here are just a few (err…60) of the reasons i’m a feminist.

are you?

Yoooooooo

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I just had the coolest dream.

I was at a David Bowie convert. The band was getting all set to play what speared to be space oddity, Bowie was dressed just like in the video, with the red hair and makeup too. They start to play and everything sounds (for the most part) normal, except that none of the instruments are right. Instead of the typical setup they are playing on big jazz band instruments. So Bowie’s behind a massive drum set, while another guy plays cello, and another plays bass, etc. The song starts out kind of mellow and Bowie is just barely playing the drums, mostly light cymbal hits to keep the rhythm. Then as the first chorus is coming to an end he gets more passionate on the drums. More and more and louder. By the end of the chorus you can hardly hear him singing anymore because he completely broke out into a drum solo. That goes on for a few seconds until it gets so out of hand that he knocks over one of the drums. He then proceeds to kick over another drum, then another. Within the next few seconds he knocked over all the drums and is rolling on the floor in the mess he made. All the while the rest of the band is improvising over his interpretative dance. They played louder when a drum was knocked over, that sort of thing. Though it wasn’t a typical jazz improv, it was becoming more like a noise song. Like a sort of punk rock shoe-gaze, just every instrument playing as loud as it can creating a wall of noise. Finally Bowie gets tired of rolling on the floor and slowly sits up. The band each brings their messy solos to an end. Sitting there on the floor in a pile of broken instruments, Bowie sings out the last chorus A-Capella.

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