#the anatomy of a love seen

[astrum99]

I can’t stop thinking about angel anatomy.

How are they made? What are they made of? If we break them down limb by limb, flesh by flesh, molecule by molecule, would we find the same structures that echoes our DNA? The same stable, constraining carbon? The same heavy metals? The same blood that flows with life, with death? Are they made of the same stardust that echoed in me?

Do they have a brain? A large raw organ, fragile and limited, capable of complex imaginary hallucinatory mathematics with scheduled periods of unconsciousness to make up for the capacity? A liver and two kidneys? To distill the holy light from the contaminates of the polluting environments akin to a dialysis machine cycling the liquids within the veins? A spine that holds strong? Riddled with the same 33 bones and ridges and intervertebral disks and fluids and sensitive nerves and has a habit of bending over for tedious work? A stomach that stirs and shifts constantly? To hold food? Souls? Light? To churn and froth at the consumption of concepts? An appendix? This small unless thing that rests and nestles between the layers of warm, worm-like intestines? How many teeth do you have? How many fingers? How many knees? What is the shape of your nails? What is the colour of your esophagus? How deep are the socket of your eyes?

How fast does your heart beat?

Is it faster? Slower? Do you even have a heart?

Do you feel in the same way that I feel? The pressure of processed wood against my feet, the nagging buzzing of LED light above my head, the smell of faint smoke from a cooking disaster weeks ago. The sound of people laughing unruly in the distance, putting on a show in the TV program that no one watches. The dampness of the towel against my face. The pain of a needle sliding into soft flesh that gives way willingly to metal. The bruises blooming slowly, aching like love. The chirping of songbirds, the shape of cumulus clouds, the haziness of a morning fog that really stayed for far too long. The way that my mother worked around the hard peels of an orange with the sharpest knife in the kitchen, just to present the sweetest parts to me. The tenderness of a shoulder touching mine before stealing my blankets (again) with a giggle that indicated no remorse. The sluggish sunlight that sneaks through the shades just to press a kiss on my forearm. The sorrow and passion of the symphony on the last show on the last tour, followed by cheers and drunken (revered) confessions during the post-performance celebration at 3am in a random bar of a random city. The foot print of an animal in the first winter snow of the year, like a human pressing their hand print on to the cave walls, chanting I am here I am here I am here, chanting remember me remember me remember me.

Do you bear the shame of sacred inabilities as we humans do? Unable to see beyond the visible spectrum of light? Unable to distinguish the difference between wet and dry, only to assume based on temperature and texture? Unable to know if someone else was speaking of the truth? Unable to see inside someone’s mind? Unable to thread words in a way that completely gives you away like you intended to? Unable to turn back into a child and speak of love so easily? Unable to run forever and ever? Unable to peak into the veil beyond space and time and death? Unable to tell your pet that you’re sorry for making them take the awful medicine and please don’t hate me please don’t hate me please don’t hate me? Unable to be remembered and recognized, at least not wholly, at least not without mistakes?

Do you ever feel the strangeness of existence? Why you? Why now? Why here? That sometimes it feels like the world is five degrees to the left and you are just out of sync enough to keep going. That sometimes you are so overwhelmed with the the giant coincidence that is the world so you weep uncontrollably at the wonder of it all. That you feel like suffocation as you dig into the earth with your bloody fingers because a bird hit your window and died and you didn’t know and you kneeled by it for an hour before realizing it wasn’t breathing.

It died so long ago. It won’t get up again. The first time you held a bird was its cold hard corpse. So small between your palms, so fragile. It’s feathers iridescent. You have never seen one so up close. It was the prettiest and the deadest thing you’ve ever touched. It feels like the world. It feels like a prayer. Do you understand?

Do you regret like me? Love like me? Despair like me? Do you dream like me? Pray like me? Cry like me?

How close are you?

Let me touch you.

Please, I have to know.

[punmster]

being ace means i don't get giggly or horny about omegaverse aka abo but instead become painfully obsessed with details in anatomy and world building

[bi-dykes]

The anatomy of sapphics <3

[wlwfilmscenes]

Anatomy of a Love Seen (Marina Rice Bader, 2014)

[cosmic-walkers]

you know for silvergifting children i feel as if I'm the only one who like,..hcs that celebrimbor has/carries the kids. i know there is this idea that sauron being a maia is responsible for him having the kids, but nothing really tells us that male elves' biology actually mirrors that of a human's biology, especially when celembrimbor's grandfather caught on fire in a way similar to that of a maia at the time of his death.

i think elves are just as magical and fluid in their gender/bodies as maia and nothing says that they can't or can't change or adapt or whatever

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Gesture & Figure Studies

I mentioned in a previous post that a professor of mine gave me some resources that I find super helpful, and that once he fixed the links to those resources, I would share them here.

So, as promised, I'm making a post to compile the various online goodies I've been given/stumbled across on my own. All of these are super good resources to practice gesture drawing for free, and in a more comfortable environment than staring at a real person three feet away from you. Some of these are also good references to have for longer drawings, so feel free to use them in whatever way helps you! Links put below:

Before anything, I think it's important to explain what exactly gesture is. At its core, gesture is simply looking at some form of reference, and drawing what you see as quickly as possible. Gesture drawing isn't actually exclusive to drawing people; it's helpful with pretty much all subject matter, such as still-lifes or landscapes. This post focuses on figure studies, but the techniques found here can be used elsewhere too.

These exercises are typically done in increments of 30 seconds-5 minutes. That's not a lot of time, so it's very important to not get hung up on details while working. Instead, focus on whatever you're drawing in its entirety; the point is to capture the energy of whatever you're looking at, not each individual shape. These drawings tend to look a little goofy and that's perfectly fine! The important part is proportion and energy, not form.

Below are a couple of videos that I think best help introduce gesture drawing. Seeing it is action explains it better than words can, in my opinion:

A demo of figure gesture drawing (this is closest to how I was taught)

Short video that explains good things to watch out for while you work

And for the poses:

Playlist of timed poses (non-nude)

Playlist of timed poses (nude)

Pose image library (nude/non-nude/hands/more+)

Timed image library (nude/non-nude/hands/more+)

Another timed image library (nude/non-nude)

Pinterest board of hand/feet references (helpful even outside of gesture drawing)

HUGE pose reference library (very helpful even outside of gesture drawing)

DeviantArt page for the above (more poses I believe, but harder to navigate)

I'll update this post if I add anything else to this list, but this is all I have for now. Hopefully a couple of people can find this useful :D

[ajwalker7900]

girlie is goin' through it

the og screenshot lol i have zero context for this whatsoever

[jmflowers]

How do you feel about Amelia and Monica? I see the potential (especially after this week) but I’m not sure the writers can pull it off

I have been rooting for them since that first tense meeting in their patient’s room, tbh. They have a fun back-and-forth and Amelia is so good at shooting her shot at all times.

Monica reminds me a bit of Erica? I’m not entirely sure why, though.

But yeah, I’ve been yelling at them to just make out already for a couple weeks. I have zero expectations for how or where it’s gonna go beyond the ✨ chemistry ✨ so the writer’s can’t fuck it up for me (yet).

We’ll see how they do?

[sageofthestarz]

Do I watch House, The Good Doctor, or Greys Anatomy again

[beefsaw]

Older notes. Gromflomites.

it's a bitch to cut these guys open, even when they've been refrigerated. they're all gooey inside, like slime, it was gross, frankly.

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

You all know, there was still a woman nominated for best director this year, right?

[witchwhaat]

so. i watched anatomy of a fall

[starboy-squeakers]

Again not a dungeon meshi reader/watcher but every time I hear about that laois guy I get reminded of how my system had/has a hyperfixation on dragons so intense that we got that big fancy dragonology book and we treated it like the damn dragon Bible for like years

Now, obviously, we understand that there's different interpretations on mythical creatures, and no one interpretation on a dragon is necessarily gospel, but that multiple interpretations on the classic tale of beasts of scale and fire are completely valid and to be expected!

however if you call an Eastern dragon a coatl I'm going to come to your house and slaughter your family

[wlwfilmscenes]

Anatomy of a Love Seen (Marina Rice Bader, 2014)

[cerealforkart]

I’m tired of being a hater. I’m tired of dunking on a series I know virtually nothing about. I’m tired of being mad about a goofy style.

Anyways.

I’m gonna go become a One Piece fan.

See y’all in 12 years.