Something holy used to touch me
In some respects this is progress, but in others not - I need to kill the shadows layers for a bit and concentrate on the skin and hair. And redo the background so that it's not so blurry and lazy. This is Hyacinthus and Apollo, if anyone's interested.
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Last night I finished watching S1 of the Wire properly:
My thoughts are few and shouty and went something along the lines of "WALLACE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO", "Oh I see, Carv got promoted because he was ratting on Daniels to Burrell" and "of all the dicks I hate in this at the moment the two I hate the most are Levy and Mrs Barksdale".
It's pretty normal to hate a smug ratbag lawyer.
I think it was obvious I was going to hate Mrs Barksdale because she pulled the "family family family are the most important yadda yadda" out of the bag, and not only did she pull this always exceptionally manipulative lie out of the bag, she pulled it out to fuck over one of the few people who had something resembling a heart, even if he didn't always demonstrate a brain or a spine. But I would have hated her for that speech anyway, because parents, man; once you have a child you have ultimate power over another living being, and it seems like almost all of them abuse it, whether intentionally or not, to fuck with that bean before its grown.