HUNGER, JUL 2021 | REGAL HAIR SCULPTURE
PHOTOGRAPHY: EMMANUEL OWUSU-AFRAM
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Bryant Park Breadline, New York, 1933. Edward Steichen.
Gelatin sliver.
This photograph is considered an iconic image of the Great Depression. Though the beauty of it might obscure the desperation and hardship faced by millions of Americans.
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Haymitch choosing to spend his retirement raising geese, the most volatile, hateful, unfriendly animal there is- is so funny. I know for a fact Katniss and Peeta hear that man cussing out those birds when they attack him for no good reason. He just takes care of them while waiting for the liquor and I know it’s the stress of those unpredictable demon birds keeping him distracted. I bet he also has one that’s particularly mean and prone to attack and he’s named it Katniss.
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god forbid women have hobbies and god forbid that those hobbies are listening to the tbosas soundtrack on loop and god forbid that another one of those hobbies is screaming into a pillow every time you think about what snowbaird could have been if coryo wasn’t obsessed with restoring the snow family image and god forbid that another one of those hobbies is hysterically rocking back and forth while olivia rodrigo sings can’t catch me now for the seventh time in an hour-
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I love your artwork so much! Your colors are so vibrant and none of the white speckles in the paper ever shows, its so impressive and I really dig it! I was wondering if you use any sort of blending medium? Like baby oil or anything? Either way, I really enjoy looking at your artwork and I'm always excited to see whatever you'll make next
I use a colorless blender (prismacolor, which is wax-based so baby oil probably wouldnt work) but my scanner is also rly bad about picking up white specks in a way photographing the art with my phone isnt, so I usually have to do some digital editing to get rid of them as well.
I do this by duplicating the layer, setting the one on top to "darken," and using the mixer brush to blend out the white spots + just use the eyedropper tool to select the color of that area (needs to be a slightly lighter shade of it) and color over the white spots with the brush tool
i edited a small bit of the original scan to show what i mean
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with the edited layer:
heres how it looks set to normal instead of darken, I used both the mixing brush and regular brush just to demo it
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Finnick x Snow’s daughter revenge noncon mmmmmmm
¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !
content: noncon, dark!finnick odair, adopted!snow!reader, mentions and very brief descriptions of finnick's sexual assault
¡ miscellaneous masterlist !
finnick had gone through it more times than he could count. his mind was constantly haunted with memories of the foreign hands roaming his body, their skin cold as ice and their lips rough and desperate. their eyes darkened and deep, boring into his soul as they did as he pleased while he was helpless, forced into the situation.
his suffering almost seemed worth it as your feverish skin warmed his icy flesh. the meeting of your rippling thighs and his hard hips created an almost hypnotizing noise that fueled him to continue driving his cock into your hole to keep the sounds ringing loudly.
warm, yellow light bounced off the refection of a golden vase, burning his eyes and calling for finnick's attention. he glanced over, watching the rolling of your ankles that lingered in the cold air, knees hanging over his elbows.
finnick met his own eye and he recognized the darkness in his eyes as power and control. he mirrored what he loathed but he had the power now. however, this time they eyes didn't belong to a privileged stranger, they belonged to him and you were the recipient. and unlike him, you deserved it. you were the worst of them all, sitting pretty next to the man who had ruined him with the same smug look of superiority.
you weren't strong enough to fight him, the pounds of your fists and indentations of your teeth felt like nothing as he explored your body as they had once done to him. the look of excruciating pain that overtook your features as he forced himself into you as you cried out made him feel invincible and free.
they had taken down the capitol, lowering you from your status and making you just like rest of them. he had been reassured many times. it was over. but he still felt like you were left to conquer. you were what was left of his past.
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