mellarkboxers:

Textures pack #1

  • 50 textures
  • None of these textures are mine. (They’re all credited.)
  • Please like/reblog if downloading
  • .rar download
6 months ago  1,280 notes   via gryfflndor   (© mellarkboxers)
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unbrokencolorings:

multifandom coloring for light scenes [download here]

6 months ago  107 notes   via unbrokencolorings
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happy new year everyone! here are a few psds i made and wanted to share you! please like/reblog if you’re saving/using. x

6 months ago  96 notes   via chaoticresources   (© irinashyks)
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Rape culture is when I was six, and
my brother punched my two front teeth out.
Instead of reprimanding him, my mother
said “Stefanie, what did you do to provoke him?”
When my only defense was my
mother whispering in my ear, “Honey, ignore him.
Don’t rile him up. He just wants a reaction.”
As if it was my sole purpose, the reason
six-year-old me existed,
was to not rile up my brother.
It’s starts when we’re six, and ends
when we grow up assuming the natural state of a man
is a predator, and I must walk on eggshells, as to
not “rile him up.” Right, mom?

Rape culture is when through casual dinner conversation,
my father says that women who get raped are asking for it.
He says, “I see them on the streets of New York City,
with their short skirts and heavy makeup. Asking for it.”
When I used to be my father’s hero but
will he think I was asking for it? (will he think)
Will he think I deserved it?
Will he hold me accountable or will he hold me,
even though the touch of a man - especially my father’s -
burns as if I were holding the sun in the palm of my hand.

Rape culture is you were so ashamed, you thought it would
be easier for your parents to find you dead,
than to say, “Hey mom and dad,”
It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask for it.
I never asked for this attention, I never asked
to be a target, to be weak because I was born with
two X chromosomes, to walk in fear, to always look behind me,
in front of me, next to me, I never asked to be the prey.
I never wanted to spend my life being something
someone feasts upon, a meal for the eternally starved.
I do not want to hear about the way I taste anymore.
I will not let you eat me alive.

Rape culture is I shouldn’t defend my friend when
an overaggressive frat boy has his hand on her ass,
because standing up for her body “makes me a target.”
Women are afraid to speak up, because
they fear their own lives - but I’d rather take the hit
than live in a culture of silence.
I am told that I will always be the victim, pre-determined
by the DNA in my weaker, softer body.
I have birthing hips, not a fighter’s stance.
I am genetically pre-dispositioned to lose every time.

Rape culture is he was probably abused as a child.
When he even has some form of a justification
and all I have are the things that provoked him,
and the scars from his touch are woven of the darkest
and toughest strings, underneath the layer of my skin.
Rape culture leaves me finding pieces of him left inside of me.
A bone of his elbow. The cap of his knee.
There is something so daunting in the way that I know it will take
me years to methodically extract him from my body.
And that twinge I will get sometimes in my arm fifteen years later?
Proof of the past.
Like a tattoo I didn’t ask for.
Somehow I am permanently inked.

Rape culture is you can’t wear that outfit anymore
without feeling dirty, without feeling like
you somehow earned it.
You will feel like you are walking on knives,
every time you wear the shoes
you smashed his nose in with.
Imaginary blood on the bottom of your heels,
thinking, maybe this will heal me.
Those shoes are your freedom,
But the remains of a life long fight.
You will always carry your heart,
your passion, your absolute will to live,
but also the shame and the guilt and the pain.
I saved myself but I still feel like I’m walking on knives.

Rape culture is “Stefanie, you weren’t really raped, you were
one of the lucky ones.”
Because my body wasn’t penetrated by a penis,
but fingers instead, that I should feel lucky.
I should get on my hands and knees and say, thank you.
Thank you for being so kind.
Rape culture is “things could have been worse.”
“It’s been a month, Stefanie. Get out of bed.”
“You’ll have to get over this eventually.”
“Don’t let it ruin your life.”
Rape culture is he told you that after he touched you,
no one would ever want you again.
And you believed him.

Rape culture is telling your daughters not to get raped,
instead of teaching your sons how to treat all women.
That sex is not a right. You are not entitled to this.
The worst possible thing you can call a woman is a
slut, a whore, a bitch.
The worst possible thing you can call a man is a
bitch, a pussy, a girl.
The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl.
The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl.
Being a woman is the ultimate rejection,
the ultimate dismissal of strength and power, the
absolute insult.
When I have a daughter,
I will tell her that she is not
an insult.

When I have a daughter, she will know how to fight.
I will look at her like the sun when she comes home
with anger in her fists.
Because we are human beings and we do not
always have to take what we are given.
They all tell her not to fight fire with fire,
but that is only because they are afraid of her flames.
I will teach her the value of the word “no” so that
when she hears it, she will not question it.
My daughter,
Don’t you dare apologize for the fierce love
you have for yourself
and the lengths you go to preserve it.

My daughter,
I am alive because of the fierce love I have
for myself, and because my father taught me
to protect that.
He taught me that sometimes, I have to do
my own bit of saving, pick myself off the
ground and wipe the dirt off my face,
because at the end of the day,
there is only me.
I am alive because my mother taught me
to love myself.
She taught me that I am an enigma - a
mystery, a paradox, an unfinished masterpiece and
I must love myself enough to see how I turn out.
I am alive because even beaten, voiceless, and back
against the wall, I knew there was an ounce of me
worth fighting for.
And for that, I thank my parents.

Instead of teaching my daughter to cover herself up,
I will show her how to be exposed.
Because no is not “convince me”.
No is not “I want it”.
You call me,
“Little lady, pretty girl, beautiful woman.”
But I am not any of these things for you.
I am exploding light,
my daughter will be exploding light,
and you,
better cover your eyes.

slk

Rape Culture (Cover Your Eyes)


6 months ago  222,414 notes   via clintnatashas   (© aseriesofnouns)

TUTORIAL - How to create negative space

beautiful-unfolding:

Since a few people have asked me about this I have decided to post a quick tutorial on how to create this effect. It’s very simple to achieve.
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6 months ago  104 notes   via gryfflndor   (© beautiful-unfolding)
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some tips for you all

thesassycat:

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life tips

life tips for lazy people

life tips for college

DIY household ideas

prevent hangovers

how to look busy at work/school

tricks to sleeping more

how to improve your self-esteem

survival tips

6 months ago  25,900 notes   via mercurymorning   (© thesassycat)
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make up tips master post thing

thesassycat:

easy make up tips

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6 months ago  69,696 notes   via songsofwolves   (© thesassycat)
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Emergency cleaning: Unfuck your whole house in the shortest time possible

unfuckyourhabitat:

So, your landlord/parent/home inspector/favorite movie star is dropping by, and your place is a disaster. You don’t have much time to clean it up. You’re in emergency mode. Let’s get started.

6 months ago  4,195 notes   via unfuckyourhabitat

All Encompassing Gif ACTIONS!! (Basically makes a whole gif.)

burningupasun:

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Download the full pack of four actions here.

This action makes gifs in four sizes:  245x140, 245x170, 245x200, or 500x280. It resizes, puts layers into frames, changes frame delay (time), and sharpens each layer. It can sharpen up to 120 frames. It is intended to make gif-making pretty much as easy as the click of a few buttons. (And by that I mean, FAR less buttons than usual.) You’ll still need to take your own caps (see the beginning of my old gif tutorial HERE for instructions on that), but the actual gif-making will be done by action. To use:

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7 months ago  402 notes   via burningupasun
filled under:  reblogtexttutorialsgif actionactionsphotoshop actionsmy tutorialsmy resourcesI'M SO EXCITED ABOUT THISi've had two separate actions forever; one for gif & one for sharpeningfinally I just made my ownit was tedious to do the sharpening but SO WORTH ITseriously it makes gif-making SO EASY and FASTgif tutorial
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