#poor photoshop skills

[simplywrong]

[szalonykasztan00]

On the first day of Tamlin's week,

I bring to you the Human Tamlin meme.

@tamlinweek

[thoughtsfromlayla]

Reader: *plasters a sticker on Dream's forehead* yeah perfect

Dream: What is it?

Reader: *walks away*

I blame 2015 me for learning photoshop. But here's some more!

[too-many-rooks]

Slightly out of order quotes from ‘Stormbreaker’, Anthony Horowitz, (2000), p.3

Funeral gifs from Mrs Wilson (2018)!

[aizawaondrugs]

@rayshippouuchiha : posts something I have absolutely no idea about in a fandom I've never been part of

Me, absolutely not specifically seven crows in a disguise, still finding it relatable/shiny:

Also here's my cat holding still for a picture after I told her it was for Ray (betrayal lol she never does that for anyone else):

[gothdaddyissues]

this came to me while I was dissociating in the shower today...

[kafka-ohdear]

yall we have hamilton and jefferson

[mumblesplash]

I disagree, one time I asked AI to draw Judas' hands and it made the stack of coins in his hands cast a shadow in the middle of his palm that looked like the stigmata. I did have to feed it the idea of there being silver coins and "red liquid,/ and a rope necklace" but by selecting what I wanted it to be drawing from (pictures and statues of saints, therefore basically entirely public domain) and having a keen eye for what I was looking for (photography, after all, is 90% selection), I got a lot of intent in there! Haven't really done anything with it since, because I don't have any other projects that would avoid the sourcing issue that well/working around the fact that the sites demand you ask for squeaky clean prompts is annoying.

this is a good point and not a type of ai program use i was addressing in the original post, but fwiw i don’t think we actually disagree

like, a camera is also a tool that allows people to generate images that prior to its invention could only be produced through sometimes-inaccessible levels of skill and practice, but it’s still possible to take bad pictures. you get out what you put in. you got a lot of intent in your generated picture because you HAD a lot of intent, and the skills necessary to effectively use the tool

the thing is, the actual, stated goal of a lot of ‘ai artists’ is to make artistic skill itself obsolete/less valuable, for some godforsaken reason. and they’re trying to accomplish this by feeding examples of the result of that skill into a machine until it can replicate everything they understand about it without learning anything themselves.

what i’m saying, and i think your example here supports this if anything, is any image produced with that primary motivation is going to fail in its purpose because even aside from any ethical/intellectual property issues, it’s self-defeating. cameras didn’t make art obsolete, they just gave us a new way to make art.

and it also feels relevant to note that to this day one of the best compliments a photograph can receive is “it looks just like a painting”

[silverryu25]

GET CRABBED!! ✨🦀NO PRESSURE TO SEND TO OTHERS, UNLESS YOU WANNA CRAB THEM TOO FOR BEING AN AMAZING CRUSTACEAN!! 🦞🦀🦞🦀✨🦀✨🦞✨🦀

@kirango-rouge

first I was attacked and now I got crabbed?? gosh darn i'm really drowning in love here~

[quietwingsinthesky]

i had trans missy for my pfp so long that trans spymaster keeps jumpscaring me when i see him

[kay-southpaw]

Tumblr on April 1st, 2024

[a-master-procrastinator]

@mmigrainee said that Auletta looks like the type of person who would fry salad, and she is so right. And since this picture now can't leave my mind, you'll have to suffer it as well.

[thoughtsfromlayla]

Love and Loss Extra Content (2)

Based on the characters from Love and Loss

Summary: Your and Morpheus' daughter returns to the Dreaming with new knowledge of the Waking World. And she must let her father know about it. A few bows, a raven, and the King of Nightmares.

Notes: ~1k words, you don't have to read the original one shot to enjoy, reach the end for a surprise?

Warnings/Tags: fluff and family fun time

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“And this one is pink,” Delphyne explains aloud as she fastens the ribbon to her father’s hair. 

“Mhm,” Morpheus hums as he bows his head to let the child reach his hair. 

Delphyne had just come back from the waking world, using her shape shifting abilities to sneak off as she often does. She goes every few years or so to see what the mortals are up to. Currently, bows are in fashion, according to her—bows and fake gems that have adhesive stuck to the back of them. 

Morpheus never understood why she needed to visit the drab, logical world of the waking. Everything his daughter needed was right here in the Dreaming. He could conjure up anything she could ever imagine. Mythical creatures, playmates, locations… if she names it, the King of Dreams would be at her mercy. 

“This one is pink and covered in glitter.” She continues, sitting on his lap as she clamps it onto his bangs. “And this—um, daddy, more hair,” Delphyne asks, tugging on his robe sleeve. 

“More hair?” Morpheus repeats, looking down at her. 

She pouts, squishing her nose in annoyance as her father doesn’t understand her right away. Obviously, she’s running out of room to do her impromptu art. “More hair, grow more hair!” 

“When did you get so demanding, little love?” Morpheus asks with a frown. 

“Learned it from Mama,” She sighed exasperated as if stating the obvious. “Please?”

Weak to her pleas, Morpheus changes the length of hair, allowing the strands to grow longer just as his daughter asked. She claps happily as they reach his shoulder blades, standing excitedly and balancing on his lap. The ridges of her shoes dig into Morpheus’ thighs but he finds that he doesn’t mind the pain at all. 

“The human girls taught me how to braid hair, too,” She continued her rambles, having forgotten her bows and fake jewels in her father’s lap. 

With inexperienced hands, Delphyne grabs her father’s hair, separating them into strands before she begins to braid them, too. She ties them off with more ribbons before deeming that she needed more practice and began to braid another strand. 

Morpheus grows limp under her experiments, only moving to ensure she doesn’t fall from his lap. He listens to her as she talks about her adventure to the waking world all the while she clamps and ties ribbons and bedazzles his face. There’s a new bakery down one street, the cobbler’s boy just married the printer’s daughter, and how could she forget that someone’s kitty cat was found stuck in a tree. She likes how loud the music is this time around, but she hates how dirty the river water has recently gotten. 

“Okay, I done.” She dusts her hands off, puffing out her chest in pride as she takes a once over look at her masterpiece. After nodding her approval, she slides off Morpheus’ lap, already skipping off to some new adventure to behold. “Bye, daddy. Thanks for playing with me!” 

The palace seems to suddenly lose all of its color as Delphye leaves. Morpheus returns to his normal scenery, the atmosphere suddenly too quiet for his liking—and he liked quiet. 

“Wow… you look… colorful,” Matthew lets out slowly, trying his best not to laugh. The raven has learned that it’s much harder to laugh as a bird and instead he just caw’s obnoxiously loud now. It’s nothing he can control even though he wishes he could. 

Morpheus doesn’t bother with a response, only removing one of the smaller bows by the metal clamp in the back. He clips it to the top of Matthew's head with a poorly hidden smirk. 

“Hey!” Matthew flails as he tries to look at the neon pink bow, but now he learns that birds can’t look up with just their eyeballs. His head twitches as he tries to get the foreign object out of his feathers, his wings flapping around and he’s reminded that he doesn’t have hands anymore.

Matthew gives up, now a panting slump on the cold stone floor of the palace. He looks around to find that Morpheus had already left him and he stands back on his feet with a sad expression. 

“He’s so mean sometimes,” the bird complains to himself. He turns one way and the other, the nails on his claws clack against the floor before he thinks to seek out Lucienne with some help. 

‎ 

Morpheus finds you within your own realm, your shepherd's crook in hand as you stand amongst your flock of sheep. The garden nymphs are hard at work, planting seeds for the next harvest and you’re busy scolding the fluffy mammals. 

“Patricia, stop trying to bite Albie’s ears, he hates it.” You speak to one of the animals. 

Baaa!

“I don’t care if you think you’re flirting with him, he doesn’t like it,” You scold. “And you, Terry, will you please stop eating the alfalfa, it is toxic to your little body.” 

Baaa?

“Yes, I am aware you are all technically dead, sacrificed and all. But in my care, stop eating the alfalfa,” You grit out, your grip on your shepherd's crook growing tighter in frustration. 

You’re about to scold your third victim of the night when the sheep begin to grow unsettled. They back away from you and start belting out warning calls before completely leaving your side. Your head is tilted in confusion, your mouth still open in preparation of another lesson for your sheep. 

What in the world?

You turn around to see what your sheep had grown so afraid of, only to let out a surprised yelp yourself. You drop your shepherd's crook in surprise, your hand’s going over your heart as if it could stop it from beating so hard. 

“You scared me! What in the Meadows’ green fields happened to you,” You cry out, finally taking a deep breath as you realize it was just your husband. 

Morpheus stands before you, his shoulder slumped and arms defeated at his side. 

“Your daughter,” He explains. 

Your shocked expression turns to laughter as you take a closer look at him. From his neck downward is nothing but his typical dark attire, fitting for the King of Nightmares. But everything else, covered in bows and glitter and gems was what little girl’s dreams are made of. 

“Our daughter,” You correct between chortles, delicately grabbing one of the braids in his hair. “How did you agree to this?”

“She said please,” he counters and that was the end of the conversation. 

Here you go, reward for reading it all:

Bedazzled and ready for battle

♡ Yours, Layla

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[unbreakable-ribbons]

Manos Shake

[d1anna]

my id photo has been approved >:)

[simsimulation]

HI AD.

I've been watching so much Architectural Digest (actually interior & design channels in general) on YouTube & I thought I'd put to use my very limited and poor photoshop skills because I have too much time on my hands apparently. (also if you have any good recs for YT interior channels pls feel free to put me on!)