#Task12

[multi-stays]

Task No:12

Thunderous Inspired Skzoos

The new mascots of The Thunderous House

Snort: He is a dragon Skzoo representing MY POOKIE Changbin

Ruffles: He is a Phoenix Skzoo representing Chan (took inspo from his long luscious hair he currently has)

Note: don't mind the horrid name over their faces.…….i have experience with people stealing my stuffs hence why I don't post art.

[bostonxbelle]

Christmas This or That

Hot Chocolate or Eggnog Gingerbread or Sugar CookiesCandy Cane or Chocolate The Grinch or Elf White Lights or Colored Lights Baking Cookies or Eating Cookies Christmas Music or Christmas MoviesStore Bought Gift or Homemade Gift Gift Wrap or Gift Bag Real Tree or Fake Tree Angel Topper or Star Topper Garland or Mistletoe Ice Skating or Sledding Snowman or Snow AngelWhite Elephant or Secret Santa Christmas at Home or Christmas Away Mariah Carey or Michael BubléLove Actually or The Holiday Christmas Pajamas or Christmas Ugly Sweater Christmas Eve or Christmas Day Frosty or Rudolph Santa Hat or Elf Ears Mittens or Gloves The Santa Clause or Home Alone Snow or No Snow Silent Night or Jingle Bells Nice or Naughty

[jomanila]

The Baoya trained their children to ballet dance and to swim and to learn synchronized swimming diving and they live overseas for 5 years and now back in Brittany. The brother drives and bike as sport and swim. The youngest man was taught by her tita love for painting so he can express what happening on his life. Off they go abroad and the younger sister try to do some commission for painting.

Motor skills are learned movement responses that involve the coordination between different muscles to complete a specific task12. Motor skills require the body's nervous system, muscles, and brain to work together3. Motor skills can be improved with practice and feedback2. Examples of motor skills include walking, running, pointing, or riding a bike31.

[marlsbuck]

task 12 | marley’s 50′s au aesthetic.

meet marley mae buckley - scorpion, runaway, mechanic and all around menace to society. it’s marls, lee, mars, and marley only if you’re chosen family. but it’s never marley mae. that’ll getcha a monkey wrench to the kneecap, punk. she joined the scorpions after landing on the southside as a runaway a few years back. they were the kind of people her mama had always taught her to stay away from - that rough and tumble crowd - so she naturally did anything and everything to become one of ‘em. when she’s not covered in grease and motor oil, marls’ is skippin’ school to go smoke marlboro reds outside mal’s or feedin’ the stray cats on the southside. if you ever need something from her, she’s a sucker for a peanut butter & banana shake and some cheese fries. deep down marls is a big ol’ softie, you just gotta get past the venom first. 

[malxlawson]

task 12 | amalia’s 50′s au aesthetic.

meet amalia ‘mal’ lawson - junebug, waitress at mal’s diner, and marilyn monroe enthusiast. when she’s not serving up shakes & sodas, she’s bingeing on elvis films or perusing the local record shop for some new tunes. one of the more fashion forward junebugs, amalia’s known for staying ahead of the fashion trends, but you’ll never catch her without her signature red lip and platinum blonde curls. while sugary sweet to your face, amalia’s not afraid to bite back when she needs to. oh, and don’t call her mal. it’s amalia, thank you very much.

[cactus-pony]

Cat faces!

[janneth-alegre]

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[pretty-venomx]

If Elise Never Got in a Plane Crash:

-Elise would have been a 4 time Olympic gold gymnast, specialty being uneven bars.

-She would have retired after her 4th Olympic run and settled down, expecting her first child soon to make her parents happy.

-Elise would pray to become a boy mom so her son didn’t have to do the sport.

-Elise and her mother would start their own gymnastics gym carrying on their tradition.

-She would continue to bite her tongue around her mother, still doing whatever she said because she wouldn’t know how to say no.

-She wouldn’t have PTSD or obsessive thoughts/paranoia. She wouldn’t be on medicine for such issues.

-Elise would have a better relationship with her family since she wouldn’t have survivors guilt.

-She would be getting a Big Mac meal from McDonald’s weekly, not having to care about her figure as much, and God she missed meat.

[bsketcse]

Task 12 - Life Changes

Quite possibly the biggest life changing event for Spencer was when his mother died when he was just nine years old. Before then, it was just him and her living out their lives to their best abilities. He never really knew who his father was or even where he was, and it probably should have stayed that way. If she hadn't passed, he never would have had to endure the hatred his father felt toward him and his mother. Spencer probably never would have done the majority of things in his life. He never would have joined the police academy, never would have became a detective, because her case is what drove him to do so. And without that, Spencer never would have met Talulah, or Mollie, have gotten married, maybe if he had met Mollie, their marriage would have been happier. Especially with him not being partnered with her brother. He would have taken the loss better than he had, wouldn’t have spiraled out of control. However, there is no telling as to what he would have achieved. With such little resources, Spencer very well could have ended up dead on the streets if he’d taken the wrong path. So in a way, everything good that happened to him, was because of the most painful day of his life.

[nicolamarchette]

Your Fault

Once home I collapsed into his arms burnt out and exhausted from recent events. It felt like everything was on pause. I had to practically beg to go home. I didn’t want to feel confined but that was the least of my worries. Life as I know it would never be the same again.The house was quiet..too quiet. It didn’t feel like it should. I feel him put one arm around the middle of my back and then his other around the back of my knees. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face next to his in an attempt to wean off the exhaustion. They had given me something to help me sleep even after I said I didn’t want it. We hadn’t even discussed what had happened and I know he’s trying to let me rest. Part of me hates him for it. I know that I don’t deserve him. I wish that he’d get angry. Not give a damn about my feelings or how exhausted I am. I wish he would care about himself instead of me for once.

We get to the bedroom and he sets me down gently onto the bed. So many memories flash through my mind, memories that have been taken. He doesn’t say a word. He just bends down and slips my shoes off and sets them next to the bed. I watch as he stands and goes to the closet and grabs one of his shirts. I stare at him as he slowly walks back towards me, avoiding eye contact. His muscles are pulled taut against his shirt, his dark locks are just a little longer and messier than normal but it’s my favorite look on him. When he’s finally back in front of me, he grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and replacing it with his own. He knows how much I love to wear his shirts. He helps me stand. He bends slightly to help me take off my sweats. I wince slightly as I step out of them. He grabs my clothes and puts them into the laundry basket. I stand still for a moment. I know he’s hurting just like I am.

I can’t stand the silence anymore. “Ryan….”

“Not now Nic. I don’t have it in me. I really just want to get some rest.”

“I know you do. But I also know that you won’t be able to sleep with everything on your mind.” I say, in an attempt to keep him talking to me.

He sighs deeply. “Like I said before I’m mad as hell. I’m so incredibly mad that you turned your back for even a second.” He turns to face me and I can see the signs that tears are forming in his eyes. “What made you turn your back? Why couldn’t you stay at home?”

Tears were forming in my own eyes. “She dropped something you got her and if she doesn’t have it then she’s upset for the rest of the day. I didn’t….I didn’t know that anything would happen. You…promised me that everything would be okay…that Sarah would be safe. Where were you?” The words escaped my lips without any second thought. They couldn’t be taken back. Shaking my head I sat on the bed. “It should have been me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! She was all excited to get to spend some time with you. I begged you to stay….for her. All she wanted was to have you here, to spend time as a FAMILY. We can’t do that now.”

“We are both tired and exhausted. We should get some sleep before we say things that we don’t mean.”

I knew that he was right but I don’t give a shit. “SO NOW YOU ACTUALLY GIVE A FUCK? I broke every rule I used to have for YOU. What was so important that you had to leave me and our daughter? If you wouldn’t have left she would still be here and I wouldn’t feel like the way I do. I NEEDED you and you weren’t here.”

“I know and I’m sorry for that. I didn’t want to go but your father insisted that I go handle the situation.” I looked at him. “What?” He shook his head as he stood in front of me. “Your father called me and said that he needed me to handle picking up a new shipment.” A myriad of thoughts ran through my head. This just added more fuel to the fire. Maybe this was just some cruel game and the price for it all was my daughter. “You mean a shipment of fake paintings?” I asked. “How do you know about that?” I could tell that he had no idea that I knew about the forgeries that were coming through the the gallery. “I know. I’ve known for weeks. I was working late and I overheard a conversation, a threat over one of the forgeries. They said if they didn’t get the real painting that Nikolai would regret it, that he would pay for it.” He looked at me not sure of what to think of what I was saying. “Sarah paid the price for that. She was just a little girl…A LITTLE GIRL RYAN!”

He bent down and attempted to put his arms around me. “NO.” The words came out of my mouth a lot harsher than I had intended. “Don’t. I didn’t mean for that to come out how it did……you should have been here Ryan.This is YOUR fault. She would be alive if you have just been here.”

[madstymest]

Task 12 Nevasca.

Os sapatos para neve não estavam adiantando muito. A neve estava alta nas calçadas, as ruas estavam desertas e escuras. Thor e Marreta avançavam quase que puxando o dono, a neve ainda caía pesada.

Maddox sempre se orgulhou de conhecer Liverpool como a palma de sua própria mão, mas naquele tinha de admitir que estava semi perdido. Os óculos protegiam os olhos do ventos fortes e flocos de neve. Era estranho o quanto todo o cenário de suas cidade parecia desolado naquele instante. Os dentes de Maddox batiam involuntatiriamente, o tatuado virou a esquina entrando na rua abandonada e um arrepio correu por todo seu corpo, porém nada tinha haver com a temperatura negativa. Marreta latiu e Thor rosnou, o vento uivava, Mad segurou firme as guias de couro. O moreno comandou.

_Dreapta.

Os cães pararam, Maddox estava sozinho ou ao menos deveria estar, não havia esquecido o incidente sem explicação da outra noite. O tatuado apontou a lanterna em algumas direções, não viu ninguém, mas a sensação de não estar sozinho permanência. A pistola estava gelada contra a sua pele no cós da calça. Todo o caminho até ali havia sido demorado e gelado graças a neve, mas em nenhum momento foi assustador ou pelo menos não havia sido até pisar naquela rua.

O stand up desejou ter sinal no celular, desejou que a neve fosse embora, desejou que a neve fosse embora, desejou pode falar com Draven ou mesmo com seu gêmeo. Entre os uivos do vento algo que pareceu um grito, os cães latiram, Maddox jogou o feixe de luz da lanterna para direita e então para esquerda. Foi então que os azuis protegidos pelos óculos registraram o rastro vermelho na neve. Sangue. O coração martelou forte em seu peito, adrenalina inundou suas veias. Maddox não pensou duas vezes, assovio em um comando de "atenção juntos" aos cães, apagou a lanterna antes de correr o mais rápido que a neve lhe permitiu até o imóvel mais próximo. Haviam tábuas de madeira cobrindo o vidro da porta de cima a baixo, mas na altura da maçaneta de alumínio o vidro e chaveiro ainda estavam expostos em um pequeno vão, o tatuado não hesitou em socar o vidro. O soco trincou, o segundo de fato quebrou. Arrombado a fechadura foi fácil com um canivete. O tatuado contou o vem para cobrir seus sons, os dedos quentes lhe diziam que alguns cacos de vidro atravessaram a luva, mas isso não importante no momento.

Maddox empurrou a porta e comandou os cachorros a entrarem pelo pequeno vão, antes de ele mesmo imitar o gesto e passar fechando a porta atrás de si. O moreno iluminou o lugar, era velho, claramente abandonado, as latas lhe diziam ser uma antiga loja de tintas. _Sem barulho. - disse aos cães. O moreno nem notou que estava ofegante. Draven ficaria preocupado, mas o Mad sabia que não devia voltar para a rua.

Stymest juntou papel, pedaços de madeira e qualquer outra coisa que fosse inflamável, jogou tudo em um lata velha, sua mão estava ardendo, as janelas do lugar estava cobertas por madeira e o moreno torceu que fosse o suficiente para ocultar a claridade da chama. O moreno puxou o zippo do bolso com sua mão boa e acendeu um papel, deixou esse cair na lata, o moreno suspirou sem coragem para tirar sua luva e checar o dano.

[kvb117-caroline2020]

[pagingdoctorfoster-blog]

Task 12

Liberty sat at the table, staring at the blank piece of paper. Her previous shift had been a hard one. An elderly woman she had been caring for suddenly passed away. The woman's death hit Liberty harder than she thought that it would. Sure she had lost a patient or two in her short career but this woman had brought such joy to the doctor's life, daily. Just hours before Edna's death, she had told Liberty about a letter she had written to her younger self years ago. Liberty found this interesting and told the woman that maybe one day she'd do it too.  "What do I say?," she asked herself before chewing on the end of the pen, a bad habit that Liberty had since middle school. Somehow it helped her concentrate on the task at hand at least most of the time. Letting out a sigh, Liberty pushed the chair back and stood up. "This isn't happening," she tossed the pen onto the blank paper and headed into the kitchen. Maybe a soda and snack would help. Why was she forcing it, she was only twenty-five, maybe she hadn't lived long enough to write a letter to her younger self, she thought? Grabbing a Pepsi and some crackers, Liberty headed back to the dining room table and the blank piece of paper.Biting down on her lower lip, Libby picked the pen up again. "Okay, you can do this. Dear younger me" she said with a giggle. Why was she laughing?, she thought shaking her head

Dear younger me, Let me start by saying life gets better. I know it doesn't seem like but it does. You are going to hit some rough patches here and there but over all things get better. After dad died and Clint married mom things were bad, really bad but you survived it. You slowly got over the heartbreak of losing dad and the anger that came with how life changed for you and everyone that loved dad. Clint turned out to be a pretty good man. He took great care of you and mom. They almost gave you a little sibling but sadly they lost the pregnancy and that was another heartbreak that the family had to endure but again you made it to the other side.

After that, for the most part, things were smooth sailing for a while. You did get into the drug scene for a bit during high school and still I am not sure how you managed to keep your grades up but you passed high school with a three point five GPA, so congrats on that little Liberty. Now once you graduated you got into something that I have to say I am not proud of and well I hope that the older me in the future can look back on it and be a bit more okay with it than the twenty-five-year-old self is. After eighteen you will understand what I mean. I'd rather not write it down in case someone else stumbles upon this but just know that it pays your way through medical school. Yes, I said medical school. Girl, you grow up to be a pretty good intern at Bellevue. Not bad for a girl from The Bronx. Speaking of the Bronx, you moved from there finally and have a nice apartment in Brooklyn with your pit bull, Yankee. I guess the point of all this is to say that no matter what you are going through as a younger me, you will see the bright skies and things will get better. I promise. Xoxo, Your older self. Liberty read over the letter. It wasn't some tell-all story to her youthful self but it was to the point. She had been through a lot as a kid and she had made it to the brighter side of life. If it was truly possible for the preteen to teenaged Libby to read the letter, she hoped that it would have given her some comfort knowing that in the end life was good. Placing the pen down on the table, Liberty folded the letter up and slid it into an envelope addressed to herself as a smile etched across her face. "Maybe in ten years I will write one to my older self" she chuckled before sealing the envelope. Standing to her feet she headed to her room where she put the letter in her hope chest. Maybe one day she'd stumble back on it and it will also give an older Liberty something to smile about.

[ashtonfinryder]

the water’s sweet but blood is thicker | task 12

1. Father

What do they think of their father?

Ashton has always looked up to his father, even though he was rarely around due to the war, but they never stopped believing in him and when he was around for his son, he was always encouraging bravery in him. He was the one that taught Ashton to good side of war, that most of the time they were defending what they loved. He was Ashton’s role model, helping him make the decision to join the army, showing him how a medic was just as important as a soldier, his father fuels the energy to believe.

What do they hate and like about him?

He loved the fact that even after being pulled from active service, he still stuck with the army. He was a committed man, to both his job and his family, Ashton always wanted to be able to do that but his job often takes over and tips the balance. He did not like how much his father drinks sometimes, as a kid, but as he grew up and went through what his father did, it was understandable. Doing the exact same thing picking up the bottle. Also of course how harsh his father was to him in the army, doesn’t he at least get a Ryder pass?

What influence did their father have on them?

His father had every influence on Ashton, from ambition, to training schedule and discipline, to bad relationship skills, there wasn’t an inch in him that he doesn’t have his father’s blood running through his veins.

2. Mother

What do they think about their mother?

Ashton was with his mother for as long as he could remember, she was the one that could care of him for a a long time before his father came back and in all the thick and thin he tried to be there for her as much as she was for him. Even though he held more respect for his father he held more love for his mother. He knows how strong his mother was, always holding it together as much as she could, and he loves her for that.

What do they hate and like about her?

He didn’t like it when there were times she wouldn’t tell him what’s wrong, even though it was probably to protect him but he took it as if she didn’t trust that he could take it. But of all those doubts they were quickly replaced with happier times, good memories to hold dear

What influence did their mother have on them?

His mother was what started all the space nerdiness getting Ashton to go to school when his father was away was hard, he always wanted to wait at home, to wait for his papa to come home. His mother being a teacher decided that he might as well learn at home if she couldn't force him to go to school. And she never shoved education down his throat, she always adhesive him what he wanted to learn and she gave. He wanted to learn about the stars, she learnt about them to teach him. And he couldn't have been more thankful to her, joining NASA hoping that she's proud of him.

3. Siblings

How many?

Ashton was an only child though he always wished he had a few siblings, as much as he loved his mothers company, there were some things he can't talk about with her unlike how he could've with a sibling and sharing things and going on adventures together. The closest he’ll ever have of a sister is Morri. But in a way, it's one less heart to break when he turned and 'died', so perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that he was an only child.

4. Discipline

What type of discipline were they subjected to at home?

Manners and morals were the most important thing he was disciplined on, saying sorry and thank you was a regular tradition no matter the occasion, and even till now, even though morals felt like it's eroded over his death dealer days, it still eats him inside to the point of numbness, but still there's that polite part of him still around.

Was it strict? Lenient? Negligent? Derelict? Etc.

At home things were very lenient definitely, manners was probably the most strict thing thought in the Ryders household, However when he went into the army with his father around, it was strict. Very, strict. Like any other army. But his father was especially harsh on him during training. Tough love, what they call it.

Were they overprotected?

As a kid, his mother was overprotective of her son, trying to shield him away from the war, but he was a curious kid, it was impossible to try and shelter him too long. Sooner or later he learnt everything he could, usually the hard way. The army changed that in him and it's hardened him from a lot. Both armies, human and vampire.

Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

He only felt love as a kid, he was lucky to have amazing parents that shared their excitement and devastation and hope with some five year old that may not understand but at least he could be there for them as they had been for him.

5. Economics

What was the economic status of their family?

They were hovering in middle class, his mother being a teacher and his father in the army they were earning a decent amount to live.

Were there any adverse situations, divorce, illness, alcoholism, drug problems?

Mild alcoholism runs in the family; everyone takes comfort in the alcohol, to be able to forget things for awhile. His mother drank to push her worries about getting an unfortunate letter away, his father drank to push the war away, and Ashton drank to push the voices away. Drinking as a family past time was common but never overboard; they all seem to be the good giggly touchy feels kind of drunks and to be honest, though bonding times certainly helped a lot.

6. Religion

What was the religious atmosphere in the family?

They weren't very high up on religion with their Christianity, perhaps a prayer or two for the boys at war, but nothing too serious. Even Sunday mass wasn't exactly top priority.

How do they personally feel about religion today?

Ashton doesn't feel much about religion at all right now. It's like no matter how much he prayed things always seem to go worse, he lost faith a few years ago, there didn't seem to be a point except the sliver of hope and belief that somehow things still are under the eyes of God.

7. Politics

How involved was their family in political life?

Their family was rarely involved with politics, except when they fought, it's only within the war, outside of it, they didn't stick their nose into politics, even after moving to the US. They were Canadian with dual citizenship, they were seen as not American enough for a political opinion and it never really bothered them. There were better things in life to focus on than a few big heads.

What are their political beliefs today?

Ashton doesn't know about his parents but he hoped to believe that they stayed the same carefree couple, living life to the fullest with what's given to them, or have been taken from them. Politics simply makes things sour, and that's energy they didn't need to waste other than simply being informed.

How involved are they now in politics?

Ashton himself however has unfortunately gotten a lot more involved in the political world with the vampires and lycans, it's such a precocious line to walk on it was stressful, though he always took direct decisions from Margot, now it's like he needs to be fully involved on it.

[janneth-alegre]

One piece sleeve. Origami spiral double folds on a sleeve interpreted by TR Master Janneth Alegre. Manga de una pieza. Técnica Origami Espiral doble plegado realizado en una manga. #TRScholarshipAwardsCompetition2020 #task12 Origami textil / Origami technique. Origami spiral double folds #trcuttingtechniques #trmaster #sleeve #origamimaster #competition #draping #jannethalegre #shingosato #líneas #dibujo #retos #diseño #arte #maniquí #costura #competencia #spiral #drapingclass #inspiration #drapingdesigns #moulagedraping #origami #patternmaking #drapeado #costuradivertida #drapingdesigns #transformation https://www.instagram.com/p/CGVm5LTFivg/?igshid=1qoqc01gmg5zf

[kvb117-caroline2020]

initial concept for the cat faces