I was included with SEVERAL OTHER ACTUAL animators who came together to remake the DBZ American intro in honor of Akira Toriyama and on today, Piccolo day (May 9th). My stills were animated by SmallBu, who put together the whole thing. Good tidings to all.

Kallus's Promotion

So after a lot of specific tracking, I noticed how insane Kallus's promotion in the show is. At the end of the Seige of Lothal in Season 2, Kallus is still an Agent.

His involvement with assassinating Tua, tracking the rebel fleet, and unquestioningly following the orders of Vader clearly went over well, as the VERY NEXT EPISODE in the Lost Commanders, he is seen with his new rank bar and is referred to as 'commander'.

This is a crazy single jump in status, and likely not at all normal. He jumps straight passed Senior Agent and Lieutenant Commander!

Pryce even comments on his "promising career" after she gets captured.

Also, canonically, Kallus has actually turned down promotions that would turn him into a desk jockey, only taking jobs that would keep him on the front lines.

This is the ranking system if anyone wants it btw:

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Okay not only is this a bop but it single handedly raised my self confidence

Late 60s Early 70s medieval revival part 1

… i admit it. I danced. src

the OG  (and if you don’t get it)

Me: Oh my god why is my character not moving. Is my game broken? Is my keyboard broken? What is going on??

MMO Game:

Scott McCloud’s incomparable “Understanding Comics”.

I swear you can open this book to any page and it’s amazing.

(ps it’s actually a digital image of a printed copy of a drawing of a painting of a pipe)

Highly recommend scott mccloud’s “understanding comics” as an introduction to all forms of visual media, but especially educational work like scientific illustration because the man does have a handle on some of the funkier stuff that happens when a viewer tries to interpret an image.

Also reccomended: james gurney’s “light and color”. The man did Dinotopia he knows what the fuck he’s talking about.

here's the link to the source

she does lots of videos like this on her insta

A brief intro to stamp making!

These are regular pink erasers from the supermarket. I'm going to make a flower. First, I trace the eraser itself to get a feel for the size.

I trace the design for each color of ink on separate pieces of tracing paper, then tape them onto the erasers and rub the graphite side down to transfer the image. Any paper that holds graphite will work for this.

Since I'm using red, blue, and yellow ink, I'm layering the stamps over top of one another to produce secondary colors like green and purple. I use a V-shaped carving tool most of the time, just a cheap one I got in a kit at Michael's. Almost anything sharp will work.

I got these Ranger ink pads also at Michael's, they're working for me so far. Slightly nicer ink pad brands usually also sell bottles of refill ink, so you don't need to buy a whole new pad when one runs dry.

Most of the time involved is spent carving the rubber and testing the print as you go. Be careful to carve in the direction away from your hands.

I think these worked out pretty well! Thanks for reading, and have fun!

God remember when u were 12 and you would just Make Art on like spare copy paper with crayola markers and an old pencil and even though you didn’t know anything about anatomy or perspective or anything you were jus happy to b Making Art and u didn’t constantly belittle your own efforts or feel like ur drawings weren’t good enough

Highly recommend reading the kid's book Star Wars Rebels: Battle to the End. Takes place when Kanan is captured. Some of the chapters are actually from Agent Kallus' point of view!!

It also has some fantastic art in it!

You can borrow it on the Libby app!

Cool tags!

Rb’ing with sources bc the original tags might be a bit too extreme

Oh shoot, it wasn't my intention to say they don't care about him. Overall, they are well meaning and obviously care deeply about him and each other - this is why I love the show so much, because their bonds with each other make me actually care about what happens to them because it feels so real.

I was just pointing out that when it comes to Zeb, there's quite a bit of (unintended, of course) speciesism that I personally think the other spectres could be better about - especially when Zeb tries to educate them. When I said 'they don't really care' it was specifically about his discomfort surrounding the hairless Wookiee bit, and I was thinking specifically about this passage from Star Wars Rebels - the Rebellion Begins from Sabine's POV on pg. 151

Like, it's stated that he very much dislikes when other beings refer to him as a Wookiee - because he is not, he is a Lasat. He is a Lasat who is already dealing with the near total destruction of his people, and it is kinda sucky to have his culture and people further erased by other beings because 'they're basically the same'

And here we see that Sabine (and in part the other spectres) view his discomfort surrounding this and their response to it, both to him and internally, is very much: "yeah... but I still don't really see the difference so..."

To some degree I "get" it. Out of all the spectres, he's the most different physically and culturally from the others. Half of the group are humans, and the galaxy is pretty much built for them, and Hera - while also not human and having come from a unique cultural background herself - still conforms to the "standards" of other humanoid beings in the galaxy.

But Zeb cannot conform, he is bigger than most beings and physically quite different, he walks and sounds and smells different, and even if he could conform he makes it clear that he doesn't want to because for a long time be believed that he was all that was left of his people... and the response from those around him who have the privilege of conforming is lacking in effort to understand his struggles

And like, you can have people in your life who love you and care about you quite a bit, but if there is a staunch cultural difference between them and you and no effort is being made to accommodate and understand that culture... it's still bigoted behavior, no matter how much they care about you otherwise

And like yeah, I know at the end of the day its a kids show and "big alien look funny lol", but I care about the big guy quite a bit, and I really wish the show - and star wars as a whole - did and would do more to address the speciesism that's prevalent even among characters who are outwardly progressive.

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Up to now, I have been drawing random generic suit jackets.

Never again.

cc: @petermorwood

Here’s a quick and comprehensive video of how I made paper 📝

People often say to me: “You draw like some kind of inhuman machine.  If I eat your brain, will I gain your power?”  The answer is yes, but there is another way. The key to precise drawing is building up muscle memory so that your arm/hand/fingers do the things you want them to do when you want them to do them.  Teaching yourself to draw a straight line or to make sweet curves is just a matter of practice and there are some exercises you can do to help improve. If you’re going to be doodling in class or during meetings anyway, why not put that time to good use?

This is so important to mention to all artists. The reason PRACTISE improves drawing ability over time is it increases the literal, technical movement in your hands and arms through /muscle memory/.

THIS IS VERY GOOD, to all the people that like my lines. I do similar but less constructed doodles like these in my sketchbook all the time, it basically just teaches your hand how to move

You are a long forgotten god. A small girl leaves a piece of candy at your shrine, and you awaken. Now, you must do everything to protect your High Priestess, the girl, and her entire kindergarten class, your worshipers.

The stone was immovable, in the past. Indestructible. A spire of granite no mortal hand could even alter.

But mortal hands build clever tools, and these last few hundred years I have lived in dread that they will break this, my sacred stone, the last link that preserves me, a faint shadow of a forgotten god. While my sacred stone stands, I do not, quite, fade away.

I am in a park, now, clipped and tamed, my forests long gone. But they landscape around me and my stone, admiring its beauty, so I do not complain. While they take pleasure in the stone, I am safe.

There is a playground a few lengths away, and the laughter and happy shrieking rouse me a little from my sleep. I watched over children, once. It’s nice to hear them again.

But I don’t truly awaken until the Offering is made.

Little hands touch my stone, with curiosity and a sort of reverence that only the very young feel now. For a child young enough the world is still a mystery, and even an ancient granite stone provokes wonder. So I stir, when she touches the stone, becoming hazily aware.

And then, solemnly, the child places a tiny colourful object in the roughly shaped alcove in the stone’s side, the place where offerings were laid two thousand years ago and more, and I awaken. Many people have put things in that alcove, of course… to take pictures, usually, these days, or putting a lost object where it will be seen. Merely to place an object in the alcove isn’t enough. A true offering is given as a gift, with intent.

As this is.

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