#how to create a clock

[hinamie]

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[divinector]

Custom Analog Clock Javascript

[mortalscience]

[the-oracle-of-the-lost]

i really hope Severance causes other shows & movies to actually recognize the value of practical effects over CGI.

[minglana]

the thing about having lived in the US and now not living in the US is that sometimes people show you videos of stuff from the US very innocently but you immediately clock it as some evangelical-protestant-religious fundamentalist bullshit

[omkdear]

it's really telling when people decide to interact with other people's work/content. Especially in community spaces. I largely try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but, almost always there's a correlation between how confident someone is in their own craft and said interaction. Or, that person hates your and thinks your cringe. Either way, it's really old and it reminds me school in the worst ways.

[jellyfishdooter]

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[fayewoodss]

you can see george's bellybutton in the new pic

and what do you have planned with that information, anon? 🤨 /j

[mini-uzzy]

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[sansloii]

Lawali uses two mediums for his art--paint and photography. More oft than not, he uses the latter to get inspiration for the former and it's fairly rare for him to present/post a photo piece unless it really spoke to him or was something that he liked enough to make public. man sticks to his paints. he has a few sketchbooks laying around but they go unfinished so he's stopped buying them,

the style that Lawali favors the most is impressionism because he does very little preparation for his art pieces aside from... maybe jotting down a couple of thoughts, searching up references, looking through photo references, etc. sometimes he paints from memory entirely ( which is the case if he's painting someone he's seen like some random person or someone who has unconsciously become his muse ). his goal is always to get whatever thought he has initially out rather than painstakingly poring over it the first couple hours and then trashing it because it's not "perfect". if he wants to revisit it and then add more detail or... realizes that it's missing something important, then he'll do that if he's able to. otherwise, it stays as is.

the tone of his pieces vary widely and he doesn't stick to one specific band of colors. he tries be creative in the way he depicts light and shadow, in the way he creates an "outline" for an object, in the message he wants to convey with the piece. by far, his favorite pieces to construct are... landscapes and places that don't really exist or places he physically can't go to. he can paint people and objects and cities up and down without really thinking about it ( and trust me, he enjoys that ), but something about... taking a concept like "what would the inside of a black hole look like" and putting it on a canvas just... flips a switch in his head.

[bleachbleachbleach]

Having one of those weeks where I read an essay about swimming at a YMCA in New Jersey and my brain is like "which is RELATED TO BLEACH BECAUSE--" and then another about beekeeping "WHICH IS EVEN MORE RELATED TO BLEACH BECAUSE--"

[mifunebooty]

Happy one year anniversary to one of the biggest mental breakdowns of my life That made me see i have to start changing my life to better myself and my relationships with others by being responsible for my mental illness upkeep and stop living for others and live for me and now im taking film and theatre classes with a job on the side and have a short movie to my credit

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Me trying to reason with myself: not every obscure question you have will have an easy to access answer

Me, snapping back at my reasonable take: how hard can it be to find something on how vertebrae jaws work for carnivores, which traits are favored, especially terrestrial ones! All I can find are papers on different families. One on mammals, some vague ones on dinosaurs, and when I look up reptiles all I get are comparisons! It’s all “the difference between reptiles and mammals” and “synapsid vs diapsid” all interesting topics but I’m trying to design a terrestrial carnivorous alien with a vaguely vertebrae style skeleton here! Sure, I’m making them a shape shifter, I’m not going for total realism, but I’m hung up on jaw anatomy! I don’t want to do the whole “make the face flat, bam! Alien” thing, no shade to people who do, but I’m trying to figure out if there is a reason most of their (the real animals) jaws are long-ish and if the mammal style dip between the brain part and the mouth and nose part that you see in Carnivora for example is just a mammal thing or is it advantageous in general?! I know all vertebrates evolved from a common ancestor, even more recently terrestrial ones, but I don’t care! I’m already borrowing enough, I just can’t design a skull! And dentition! I’ve made a few designs but I wasn’t happy with how they fit the rest of the character. And of course I had to make even more species of aliens! Tearing at my hair like an ace attorney witness.

The chill me again: who tf would have an article video or post on that specific thing and how would you phrase it? Nothing you’ve tried yet has gotten anything. Just accept that you might have to ask a subreddit yourself and see what happens. Dig through sci show first though

Frazzled me: but… what if they don’t have anything? I wanted a video or article. :( and what subreddit would I even ask? World building? Would they know what I mean? Is anyone else as autistic about skeletons AND making ocs?

[sunny-daze-days]

And really what's the harm in looking old? What's the harm in it? Your beauty doesn't fade when you're older. Tis a myth created by society. Really what happens is that your beauty just changes. Growing old is one of the most beautiful things you could do and shouldn't be considered a tragedy because that just means you've had more years with the people you love.

What's the harm in laugh/smile lines? Crows feet? Wrinkles on your hands or face? The little "what the fuck" wrinkle between your eyebrows? All of these are just signs that you have lived a life full of moments and memories. Why deprive yourself of this so obsessively?

as someone who nearly died at 22 due to serious health issues, society's obsession with youth and hatred of the signs of aging really gargles my goyles. not everyone gets to grow old, it's such a privilege and yet we treat it like a disease, or a curse, something to avoid for as long as possible. truly it strangles the soul to witness

[choking-on-roses]

I make it a point to practice actively complimenting everyone I see, even if I mostly keep it to myself. And I have to say, the speed with which some of y'all jump to counter any nice comments about people you find unattractive boggles the mind. "But he's a butterface" "she has shit eyebrows" "wow look at those roots" "ew no he's too short" like oh my fucking god shut up shut up SHUT UP YOU ARE TRULY THE UGLY ONE BECAUSE YOU ARE INCAPABLE OF SEEING BEAUTY IN ORDINARY PEOPLE. IF I SAY SOMETHING NICE ABOUT SOMEONE AND YOU DISAGREE YOU CAN KEEP IT TO YOURSELF.

[sinkuna]

୨୧ — 8:45 pm, Nanami notes in his head. Home should've welcomed him hours ago... But his usual clock watching dissolves like sugar in hot tea the second your thighs clamp around his hips and your teeth sink into his lower lip, making time fade to meaningless numbers.

His tie hangs loosely around his neck, shirt splayed open revealing those delicious muscles glistening with sweat- proof of his dedication to work, even if he stays overtime.

However, right now, being a sorcerer is the furthest thing from his mind- especially when you call to him in that honeyed voice that drives him wild, "Ken- hah~ Kento~ n’you feel I-incredible," as he plunges deeper into your slick, hungry pussy, which grips him like it never wants to let go.

The sound of his first name on your lips… you’ve said it before, moaned it and screamed it, but tonight… tonight it rang differently.

"Say it again," he growls, surprising himself with the desperation in his voice. His usual measured control slipping as he drives himself balls deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, your body and womb welcoming each thrust, "let me hear you say it again…" Your pussy was stretched around his fat length, squelching obscenely with each thrusts. And your poor cervix throbbed in the best way possible as the mushroom head of his cock bullied itself into your womb like he's trying to brand you.

Interlocking his strong fingers with yours, he pins your hands against the rumpled sheets as he continues to sink completely into your wetness. His eyes watching carefully at every flutter of your eyelids, every parting of your lips as he hits that perfect spot that makes your eyes roll back, memorizing your expressions like priceless art.

And just when you cry out his name again, "Kento~ Pleas- AH!!" something shifts in his expression… a pause… his very own eyes slightly widening.

In this moment, Nanami Kento realizes how he wants to come home to your arms, build his life around your smile, create something beautiful together that will force him awake with tiny cries in the middle of the night.

"Look at me." he rasps, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your trembling lips, voice gruff but fucking wrecked, "Everything," he promises, his thrusts growing more urgent as his hands roam every inch of your flushed skin, worshiping the curves that have become his sanctuary, "no more regrets," he pants- pulling you closer until your bodies are slick against each other, "No more wasted time..."

His palm presses against your lower belly, his imagination running wild as he feels his cock moving deep within you, "Going to give you everything..."

The intoxicating vision of you swollen with his baby, of creating a family together, makes his heart pound against his ribs in ways that no career achievement ever could...

"Stay with me forever," he whispers, his vulnerability laid bare in those four words, "and let me come home to you every night..."

This was Nanami Kento’s way of saying I Love You- raw, unfiltered, and embedded in every thrust, every caress, every promise whispered against your skin.

Not with flowery poetry or practiced lines, but with his body atop of yours, his future entwining with yours, and his usual guarded heart finally surrendering completely to the one person who made him want more than just another day at work.