I’m not an artist, but I have more than a few friends who are, so I thought this might be a good thing to post.
I used to do freelance illustration and gd, this is sound advice.
No free work and get paid on signing the contract. Otherwise they will take ur shit and never pay you.
Never send anything in to be ‘chosen’ unless it’s a comp. If u send any work in they must pay you for it even if they decide they’re ‘not going to use it after all’.
If you are going to do free work (I’d never stop anyone working for free, I still do things that look fun for friends when I can, and can point to things I did that no-one paid me for as things that got me real work further down the line) own it, lock stock and barrel.
Artists!! THIS!!
ALWAYS REBLOG.
a before and after thing I thought I should I do for my humanity. I was going through my old pictures. and that pop up! holy crap! wth was I doing with photoshop…..and…w..what? ha! ah well I had to do a new one and I’m glad after two years I improved so much….god.
DANG
Woah!
The book that emerged from a bog after 1200 years
This is the remarkable story of a medieval book that spent 1200 years in the mud. Around 800 someone had a Book of Psalms made, a portable copy fitted with a leather satchel. The book consisted of sixty sheets of parchment that were carefully filled with handwritten words. Somehow the book ended up in a remote bog at Faddan More in north Tipperary, close to the town of Birr, Ireland. Dropped, perhaps, by the owner? Was he walking and reading at the same time? Did he himself also end up in the bog?
Fast-forward to 2006. Eddie Fogarty, the operator of a turf digger, noticed an object with faint lettering in the bucket of his machine (pic 1). There it was again, our Book of Psalms! At this point it resembled something from an Aliens movie (pic 2), but that changed quickly after it went to the restoration lab. Thanks to the conservation properties of turf, many pages were still intact, as was its leather satchel (pic 3), the only surviving specimen from this early period. Remarkably, among the damaged pages were some that had let go of the words: kept together merely by ink, the words were floating around by themselves - like some sort of medieval Scrabble (pic 4). It’s the most remarkable bookish survival story I know.
More on this phenomenal find in this news article and this one. Here is the bog and the machine that dug up the book More on the restoration process here. More about the papyrus found in the binding here. This is a nice movie on the book.
WHOVIANS WHO DIDN’T LIKE THE 50TH:
To those of you complaining that the End of Time’s ending no longer makes sense, I would like to point out that it, in fact, does. The above picture is a screenshot of the Master’s page in regards to the end of time. You can read the full page here: [x]
First things first, the Master and the Doctor destroyed a link between Earth and the then thought to be time-locked Gallifrey. A LINK. Not all of Gallifrey, as I’ve seen a few posts claiming. This sent them, and potentially the Master as well, “back into hell” of the final day of the Time War.
As far as the council knew, it WAS the final day of the time war. The council, as you might have noticed, was not in this episode. Probably specifically for this reason. They were too busy securing a safe escape for themselves through the White-Point Star. AND I QUOTE FROM THE EPISODE, "The High Council is in emergency session - they have plans of their own." THIS LINE WAS VERY MUCH INTENTIONAL. In fact, the whole story line of the Master and the White-Point Star link could easily have gone down before the planet was stashed away by the doctors. In fact, that story line could run parallel to the Doctor trying to decide whether or not to destroy Gallifrey.
Now there are some saying, “BUT THE GUILT HE FELT WASN’T EVEN REAL.” No, it was real. As was stated in the episode, when they reentered their own time streams, the War Doctor and Ten individually forgot. And even if Eleven were to forget, Clara’s timeline was not changed, and therefore she would easily be able to remember and fill the Doctor in. It’s also why Eleven didn’t remember when he ran into Ten - because to his memory as Ten, it hadn’t happened to him. Getting back to the guilt, when the War Doctor (or 8.5 as some are calling him) woke up as nine, his planet would be gone. The last thing he would have remembered before crossing into the time streams would be trying to decide. His planet and all the Daleks are gone and only he remains, just as the Moment told him would be his fate if he chose to burn Gallifrey. And what can he find of his home? Nothing. So, naturally, he would assume that he chose to do it and that he killed his people, thus triggering the guilt in Russel T. Davies’ storyline.
TLDR: MOFFAT DID NOT IGNORE THE END OF TIME. PLEASE STOP.
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Part 6 Lacho draw from my talented friend Artmerica, with the consent of the artist ofc. https://twitter.com/artmetica?t=INEB5j05YVkUBhILMLSHwQ&s=09
