Pacing? Whut's that?There is this thing called pacing, that is vital to movies, stories, comics, etc.Good pacing keeps your audience's interest while keeping the story moving along.Bad pacing hangs on a certain point in the story and doesn't let go, forgetting that there's even a story to tell outside that point. The viewers/readers lose interest, get bored, or God forbid skip ahead to see where the actual story picks up again.Bad pacing is bad.Unfortunately it's rampant in Kill Bill Volume 2.:iconwhywouldffffplz:We get it! You left when the stick turned blue! Let's move this show along already!
whoopStarting the college again tomorrow after a three month long break. Still adjusting to the idea I'll have to get up early :iconwhywouldffffplz:Pros!- Education yeah!- Friends-time yeah!- Gettin' out of the house yeah!- Cintiqs YEAH now I can finish stuff twice as fast !!Cons!- Student loans no!- Early mornings no!- Studio classes no!- Less time for ponies NO!- Walk to campus in the cold! ....exercise yeah cold no.- The MARTA (anyone who lives in Atlanta will know my pain).:iconurghplz:I will have to reacquaint myself with the playlist on my old iPod Shuffle. And carry pepper spray."Look, there goes grievous' free-time!!" EDIT:FUCK that's cruel.The teacher who failed me for "slacking"(faulty computer)in my 3D class is my teacher again.:iconwhywouldffffplz:
GAHDcan't i just draw my stupid little pony comics without someone bitching about how i'm supposedly committing art theft by using copyrighted charactersmy GodI'm doing these FOR FUN. FOR FUN! No obligation to my +watchers, no profits being made from them, couldn't give two shits about how popular they've been. I just want to draw silly comic things to entertain people.:iconapplebuckplz:Damn, if that isn't a revelation.In regards to my latest comic, Totally Original, which has spurred much more backlash than is necessary;- The title is intentionally ironic. There is nothing original about it.- Discord is an ass with ulterior motives. Understanding these motives also requires an understanding of the type of backlash recolors typically get.- Art Thief Pony is a satirized depiction of an art thief/over-the-top pony fan. Not a ponysona.- Art Thief Pony is a
Season 4 OpenerDISCORD HNGH*fangirls*...and I guess the rest of it was pretty good, too. Yeah :V
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
Moving On“No.” It was all I could say, taking in the carnage of what had just last night been my pristine kitchen. I wanted to collapse onto a chair, but they – and our spacious table – were covered in miscellany. Cleaning supplies, random knick-knacks from the living room, a thermometer, a scale. It was all there, strewn about.My legs were shaking, and I fought the urge to cry. So messy. So dirty. No, no, no. I collapsed onto the shoe bench in between the Franco Sarto and the Gucci. I don't know where Giesswein had gone. I wished I could blame it on burglars, but no.“She's doing it again!” I called, and my husband came running into the kitchen. We watched his mother rearrange my cabinets, turning tea-cup handles to the left instead of the right. My hands twitched.“Ma, stop it!” he said, exasperation coloring his voice. “Put these things back, they were fine where they were!”"No," she said, her voice heavily-accented. "I will take
Late Night CerealShe texted me to ask for milk,A query so surreal,For she was of the hungry ilkWho craved for cereal.Alas, I had no milk but soy,Which she was wary to deployWithin her bowl,Within her bowl,Her face showed she did not taste joy.Oh Special K! 'Twas not the dayShe meant for you to swimWith Mister Two-Percent, and playYour tasty games with him.The box was done, your final breathCould only end in runny death.No creaminess,No creaminess,A soggy grave was all she left.All times, both good and bad, must endIn peacefulness or pain.One moment, by your side a friend,The next, gone and estranged.While we still live, let's take control,Together, let's live to the fullLike milk and flakes,Like milk and flakes,Creamy, crunchy in the bowl.
GossamerOn Monday, he killed a spider. He scraped its guts off the bottom of his shoe before reluctantly putting it back on and shuddering. He knew it was just paranoia - he’d used the outside of the shoe after all - but he could still feel the tiny legs as if they were scampering over his foot. His cat Socrates distracted him from the ghostly sensation, meowing for the half open tin of food that was still sitting on the kitchen counter.Reaching down with a smile, he pet Socrates and forgot about the spider.---He rolled out of bed on Tuesday, the sheets tossed around him in an attempt to cool down during the warm summer night. Half asleep, he trudged to the bathroom for a shower. But just moments before stepping into the tub, he looked down and jerked his foot back. Dozens of little, black, long legged bodies scurried across the white porcelain, fighting to scramble up the sides of the tub.The phantom feeling of skittering spiders creeping up over his legs persisted even after he tur
Fan Fiction for the UnconvincedThis is an attempt at an informal essay on fan fiction, by a middle-aged woman who reads and enjoys fan fiction. It won’t really be a balanced argument—I will be concentrating more on what I see as the positive aspects of the genre. I’ll be using mainly examples from the Sherlock fandom, that being the fandom I’m most familiar with. (There will be some spoilers, especially for series 3, so if you haven’t seen the series yet and you intend to, it might be wise to give this essay a miss.)Why do I read fan fiction? The basic reason is exactly the same reason I read anything—some of it is of astounding quality. I think fan fiction is often saddled with the image of being written solely by beginners and being uniformly terrible. But it’s like any other kind of fiction. You have beginners, you have the competent, you have the talented and experienced. The very best fan fiction writers write at a professional standard; the very best sto
To Be a Mother I do not believe, as is common, that age brings with it wisdom; my mother (and consequently, myself) are bright examples of how time does not cure the tendency to make irrational decisions. When I was a small child, I saw my mother as the brightest star in the evening sky; she was my light, my direction, my goddess. Any mistakes or unintelligent decisions she made were, in my mind, exempt from ridicule; being my mother, she was, of course, the epitome of perfection. Drawing closed the blinds of my childhood, I grew into the realization that my mother, as all others, was a flawed creature; her brilliant red hair came from a plastic bottle from the second aisle of the supermarket, and correspondingly, so did her self-worth. As I aged, it was forced upon me the degree to which she placed value in appearance; no test score could bring joy into her eyes the way it did when I placed aside twenty e
Death Is PatientThe week before her birth a large black dog, The Grim, wondered the woods surrounding the village. The people of the village, particularly the parents, hid in their homes in fear from dusk till dawn. No children played outside during this time, no young lovers met in the woods. All moved quickly to their destination, fearful that the Grim would take them if they dallied too long even in the brightest times of day. But all knew that Death could wait and would win its prize in the end.On the seventh day of the Grim's appearance, the baby girl was born and her parents locked her away in the center of their small home. Far from doors and windows the parents did lay her, fearful that Death would snatch their first child away before dawn broke. They locked and barred the doors and windows and had the village holy man bless the house and child.The first night of the child's life, Death, still in the form of the Grim, scratched at the door and walls of the young family's home. He howled and
we shouldn't be so afraid of deathi waited for death to wrap hisfrail hands around my neck andfeed me to the unknownbut he just took my hand, fingerslaced between my ownand smiled
LegacyYou don't have to be Shakespeare,to write something everlasting.You don't have to be Michelangelo,to be an artist.You don't have to be Einstein,to be a genius.You don't have to be Martin Luther King Junior,to have a dream that will inspire.You don't have to be Barrack Obama,to change history.You don't have to be Cathy Freeman,to make people believe.You don't have to be Rosy Parks,to kick-start a revolution.You don't have to be Mohammad Ali,to stand and fight.You don't have to be Adele,make people feel something through a song.You don't have to be Amelia Earhart,to inspire mystery.You don't have to be Lance Armstrong,to step somewhere new.You don't have to be Jerry Seinfeld,to make people laugh.There is one person that you must be,One person who will make a difference,and a legacy all their own.You
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Doctor Whooves Zip.FileAlright finished my comic with over 500 pages, Together a grand total 1,494,682 pixels, Two side stories, A remade page Cover pagesAnd with three days to spare before new year.Who The Man!? :iconawesomedoctor-plz:... :iconlyrawhatplz:Oh- Fine, I'll never say that again... :icon11thdoctorrageplz:Anywho, I've made this giant zip.file for those of you who've requested it. Might take a while to get everything, but beats downloading each page individual though I guess?http://www.mediafire.com/download/75zrjzt3r0083i5/Doctor%20Whooves.rar
Sweet JebusFor the love of God, people, the description is there for a reason :iconwhywouldffffplz:Have had at least three different people ask the same question on one deviation. A question which was already answered in the deviation's description.