Tips para ser mejor ArtistaTips para ser mejor Artista7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Tips cómo ser un mejor artista
No, no he venido a decirte como ganar más experiencia en tus habilidades artísticas u obtener tu propio estilo. Vengo a hablar de cómo ser un mejor artista en tu mente, eso significa cuando se es un gran artista incluso mas allá del papel. Carácter y sabiduría
En lo que te conviertas al final es tu camino o responsabilidad, (la cosa es que depende de ti...)
Esta es mi opinión, no tienes porqué estar de acuerdo, espero que lo estés.
1.- Trata de tener un sentido de calidad y estética primero, trata de tener una ética de trabajo o disciplina
2.- La fama y popularidad no hacen a un buen artista y no es un indicador de crear "buen arte". Ignora Internet y a los besatraseros
3.- La arrogancia no es un método para mejorar tus habilidades artísticas
4.- La intolerancia a otros métodos artísticos te vuelven cerra
Steps"Smithers, is that a baby?"Steps4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The man who had been addressed stopped, turning to face his boss with a guilty look on his face.
"Yes, Mr. Burns. You remember, Junior?"
Said owner of the new Springfield nuclear power plant nodded, his long nose twitching in disgust:
"I know who that thing is. What I want to know is why you've brought it with you to work. A nuclear power plant is hardly a suitable place for a baby, with all their excretions and noise and unrequested odors."
"Yes, Mr. Burns, and I know it's inappropriate, but it's just this once. Carolyn's mother hasn't been feeling well lately, and she had to go take care of her, and I couldn't find anyone to look after Junior in such a short notice..."
Mr Burns waved his hand dismissively, stopping his assistant before he'd have to learn anything more about the man's home life.
"Fine, fine. Just make sure it won't drool on any control panels or cause any other problems. And don't make a habit of this."
"Thank you Sir"
The Joker and Harley.Joker: I'm back in the asylum once more, sitting here wasting time with another fresh-faced shrink who thinks that she can cure me. Her name's Dr. Harleen Quinnzel. An interesting name If you twist it the right way you get Harley Quinn, like the clown character. But she won't last long; I'll tell you that now. She's just a blonde-bombshell with a pretty face and a skirt an inch shorter than acceptable. She'll get nowhere. I'll play mind games with her and tell her all the sickening little details that will send her over the edge; soon she'll be locked up having daily counseling sessions just like me. Just like the rest of them that have ever tried to cure me. Cure me? Ha ha, Give up while your still ahead sweetie! I don't want to be cured.The Joker and Harley.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This life is a cruel joke, why can they not see that I'm simply trying to make them laugh They just understand sense of humor.
V Harley: Denial seems to be the first symptom of just about every mental or emotional dysfun
Society told him men couldn't be abused.i.)Society told him men couldn't be abused.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
his lips were
always bleeding crimson,
on his jawline from where
she kissed him (with her fists)
he had pockmarked
knuckles from where he
bit them and thought
his wrists were paper
when silver slashed
his favourite jumper
concealed the stains and
the bruises but never the
odour of iron-oxide, body
rusting over into flakes
before she peeled him into
a pile of nothing (just an empty shell)
and society told him to
'man-up', 'live with it',
'boys don't get abused idiot'
they all forgot
abuse can go both ways,
and come from
anywhere and anyone.
(please don't forget her,
but don't forget him either)
You Dont UnderstandI drowned out my feelings with hatred and cruelty, but it doesn't work any moreYou Dont Understand4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still was attracted to you, more and more as the days went by
Sometimes, I forgot my feelings for you were even there
But I still knew I loved you, no matter how cruel I was
Remember Gloria, that flower of a woman?
The truth is, I had to force myself to love her
That Flag Day, I realized that my true love was with me every day
They catered to my every whim without a question, and rarely spoke against me
That day, realization dawned over me
That day, I realized I was in love with my assistant, Waylon Smithers Jr.
HeartbeatBeat beat beatHeartbeat4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beat beat beat
Just a breath away
Just a step away
All there is to find
Beat beat beat
Beat beat beat
Listen to the beat
The beat of my heart
Its saying stay
That I don't want to let you go
Even though my mind
Is telling you to leave
Beat beat beat
Beat beat beat
Feel the blood rushing
Feel the fast pace
Of my beating heart
Everything I could possibly want
Beat beat beat
Beat beat beat
AttacksHomer Jay SimpsonAttacks3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Chakra: Non-Elemental Damage
Demi Shock: Reduces HP by 1/2
Revive: Revives Fallen Party Members
Big Guard: Casts Haste, Protect and Shell on all Party Members
Angels Snack: Cures all status ailments for all party members
Mustard Bomb: Medium Fire Damage
Raging Fist: Cuts through enemy defence
Phantom Rush: Powerful Non-Elemental Attack to one enemy
I Got Your Donut Lardlad: And what you gonna do about it! (Surpeme Non-Elemental Damage to all enemies)
Skill: White Magic
Cure: Restores HP
Cura: Restores HP
Curaga: Restores HP
Curaja: Restores HP
Full Cure: Fully Restores HP
Life: Revives one party member from KO, with 25% of
Castles on the sandThe cold will leave a terrible sunburn.Castles on the sand5 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Hilarious and funny contradiction.
Long time ago I refused to learn
That love is stronger much than drug addiction.
Inject it under skin deep on my hand,
The dream that's on the very top of needle.
I thought you'd love me right until the end,
But you are leaving right before the middle.
I keep on building castles on the sand,
This useless building seems to be eternal.
I'm holding as a gun in trembling hand
My inner fears with the sharpest corners.
Believe me, everything will be alright,
Believe me, everything is getting better.
You don't need to worry day and night,
Forget your fear - from now it doesn't matter.
My dream was sweet but it was made of sand,
Away too quickly through my fingers running
Escape was just a trip to La La Land
My future's unpredictable and cunning.
Your glance and touch became my daily bread
I lost them after breaking the connection.
And as a raven I have changed wingspread,
I need not much to get a satisfaction.
Simpsons:Hope and ExpectationsIt's two A.M.Simpsons:Hope and Expectations5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even though I've been working through eight hour shifts for the past three days and feel exhausted, I just can't sleep. My mind is racing with thoughts about what I have put myself through, and most importantly what Marge has gone through. I keep thinking if I did the right thing by marrying her, I love her to death but I can't believe I went as far as to get her pregnant. I mean it's great that I will soon be a Dad, but will I be a good provider for him?
Working these eight hour shifts have been long and tedious, flipping burgers is not my idea of fun, and neither is sitting by the drive through waiting for some low life to show up and ask for a meal. They always want something special on that meal, extra mayo, no onions, can the hamburger have no meat in it, that of course it not possible, but I just humor them and give them a fake smile when they come up to the window. And I do it all for Marge.
I miss her so much right now, but I really don't deserve her, not a bum li
Hope and Expectations: Chapter 5, Life Ruined?"So you've ruined your life"Hope and Expectations: Chapter 5, Life Ruined?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I kept staring at those words on the pamphlet Dr. Hibbert gave me after he announced I was pregnant. I am not ready for this, not at all. It felt like a stone had fallen into the pit of my stomach, and I wanted to throw up. But I knew it was only the baby that was inside, the one that had given me morning sickness for the past few weeks, the one that was now ruining my life. I could not believe I had let myself stoop so low with Homer the night we joined the castle club. Granted I love him dearly, but I don't think we are actually ready for this.
We don't have the right jobs for us to take care of this child; I still live with my mother and my sisters. Homer lives on his own, but how much can he do for me when he barely even finished high school? If I got a new job, it wouldn't be for very long, I would have to take care of the baby. I can't ask my mother for money, she has my sisters to take care of. So what should I do?
I'm so upset and thinking so hard a
MilhouseXLisa - High school 2MilhouseXLisa - High school 25 years ago in Drama More Like This
I have a picture of Milhouse. I hide it in m saxaphone when I'm not playing it. I actually got it before we started dating. It's times like these that make me take out that picture and study it. I try and see how he has changed and how I have. I sighed as I tucked the picture back into my saxaphone and got ready for school. The school bus came, as it always did in front of our house. I stepped on to the bus to still see Otto driving the bus. All these years, and he still drove the bus. Not a lot changed. Mom and Dad were the same. It seemed that me and Bart were the ones that ever changed. I sat alone on the bus for the first time in a while. I thought about how Bart had changed. Ever since 4th grade and he met Hayley he actually did his homework. He was still a little troublemaker, but at least he had another little trouble maker with him. I had no one know. I turned around and looked behind my seat to see Milhouse sitting alone, without me or Bart he had no one
BLT -- Light and DarkBLT -- Light and Dark6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night! No, wait, it wasn't stormy yet. That happened later. Well, let's just say it was a dark night and leave it there.
Two whole days had passed since we had left the Cottage. We'd seen some interesting things already, like a forest of sticks and a peaceful meadow filled with animals. We'd followed the light of the Really Big Lamp and Radio's navigation skills (if they really were real) to this place; a creepy forest of darkness.
Being a lamp, I hate the dark. That's why I was so glad my light was there to shine in the forest, showing everyone where to go. Of course, I was a little bit angry when Kirby told me to turn it off, but he had a good reason. The battery was dying, and without it there would be no way we could keep going. Sure, we can move on our own power for a little while, but we need some power source to keep us going forever.
So, there we were, in the dark and spooky forest, no light, running low on power, no light, in need of shelter, and no li
Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt2The chariot touched down in Canterlot, more specifically, Celestia's castle grounds. Twilight and her friends disembarked the chariot and thanked the guards, who held their heads high, showing off their pride. Twilight led her friends through the grounds and into the castle itself. There they met with Princess Celestia, who was pleased to see that they had finally arrived.Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please, this way " spoke Celestia, her tone seeming to be layered with a sense of urgency, which contrasted her normal, slower, calmer way of speaking. The Princess led them through the elegant hallways, where shining marble pillars, and various stone carvings oversaw their progress. The Princess led them into the throne room, where her regal sister, Princess Luna was waiting. Celestia took her place on her throne, whilst the six ponies stood the customary distance away from the thrones.
Twilight took a small step forwards, making her stand out from the crowd. She bowed her head, and immediately lifted it back
Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 7•3rd POV•Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the morning she wakes up to the scent of frying meat and cheese potatoes. Her face and abdomen ached, and she decided to get ready before she went down to eat. She wanders around until she finds a bathroom, a few doors down.
'Argh. Why does my stomach hurt so bad? Was it the pasta? Nah, I practically ravish their food supply whenever I come over. What's wrong? Ugh, I hope I'm sick today.' _______ wonders to herself.
She sits down and she almost screamed.
'What the hell, did I shit myself?!' She mentally screamed waddling around the bathroom with her underwear pooling at her knees. 'What is that?!'
'My god...' Reality hits her.
'I just started my very first strawberry week...in a house full of men. On a school day. And I'm not sick, or good at acting. Joy...' She takes a breath and starts unwrapping the bandages before washing her face.
After a while, and for some odd reason, she found a few of what she 'needed' in the medicine cabin
Day 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)Char: Dorian & NoahDay 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)7 months ago in Humor More Like This
Summ: Noah finds facial hair sexy.
Warning: Sexual Humor
30 Days of Noah
(noun) a strip of hair left to grow above the upper lip.
Dorian frowned. He’d been distracted by the fact Iron Bull kept turning his head in the same direction. Dorian had turned to follow the Qunari’s gaze but found that he was just looking at the elf who sat by the fire, staring off into space.
He wondered what had the elf so caught up in his day dream that he hadn’t heard a word that anyone had said to him.
Although - Dorian made the alarming realization that the elf was staring at Blackwall.
“Bull?” Dorian mumbled lowly, causing the giant Qunari to regard him. “Is he looking at Blackwall like that?”
“I have been sitting here for the past few minutes trying to figure that one out myself…”
Sweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)Chars: Dorian & Val’AishlymSweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)6 months ago in Humor More Like This
Notes: See description
Ch Summary: This is why we usually just skip this scene - it never really works out how people think it does.
Thinking Loudly, Shouting Silently: Inner Machinations of Val’Aishlym
Sweet & Sour
Dorian was giddy. If you asked him why he looked so giddy, he would probably just tell you it was gas – then again, he probably wouldn’t even tell you that or anything at all. He’d probably say something along the lines of ‘My, you imply I glow? I didn’t know you paid much mind to me – but then again, who could ever ignore such devilish looks like the ones I own?’ to which the person speaking to him either wanted to throw something at him, throw him, or vomit….or all of the above.
Anyhow, he was currently prepping for his date with the inquisi
RhythmsRhythmsRhythms3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are Everywhere
The Rhythm of Love
The Rhythm of Hate
The Rhythm of Life
The Rhythm of Death
They all have a Beggining
They all have an End
They can be Altered
Or left Alone
It's how one plays to the Beat
Simply AloneI am so tired of these cloudsSimply Alone3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hovering over me as if I wouldn't be found
Shading over me with their paint of grey and blue
Its really sad to say but...its not time to go home soon
I am so tired but what can I do?
When all I ever think is to just live my life new,
How am I suppose to do that?
How am I suppose to do that?
When all I can feel in my bones
Is that dullness of feeling simply alone.
The Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 1(r/s)- Rock songThe Talented YouTuber Law x Reader chapter 13 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
(f/n) random friend name
I stood in front of the door, I took a deep breath and open the door. The room looked like a normal recording studio you would see. There was a long control panel with a bunch of button for a lot of thing. Then there was a door to the left of it. You could see into it because of the glass that i think was one way not sure if it is. Because of the glass you would see that the small closet like room was sound proof and had a microphone in it. On the other side of the room was a large couch it was likely made out of real leather but not sure. And on top of that I was the only one here.
“Maybe I got the wrong room or maybe they’re not here yet.” I went and sat on the couch to wait for a few minutes to see if I got the right room and they’re late. The the open and a tall man with red hair walked in.
”Hey you must be (y/n) it’s nice to meet yo
Dunno, you tell me what this is.I don't like being alone,Dunno, you tell me what this is.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
And yet I am constantly alone.
I want to converse with others,
But there is never anyone there,
So I talk to myself.
Why is it so quiet?
Why is it so cold?
Why don't I have something to hug?
I hate winter,
But during the summer I say I like winter,
During the winter you just use more blankets.
I miss high school,
I miss being around people,
I miss people I disliked.
But I can't decide on what to eat,
Food is more appealing when shared with others.
This will now take a turn,
All I eaten today was a PB&J.
My mind just melted into my stomach,
I ate my own thoughts,