“you’re an art model does that mean you’re NAKED?”“yeah”“whoa….those lucky artists ;)”
…buddy.
idk who started the idea that life drawing classes have anything sexy going on like. there’s at least ten people in the room and we’re all tired and covered in charcoal.
the dude in front who’s staring at my boobs has been trying to get the shading right for 10 minutes. he’s almost out of paint. he is crying.
#this ain’t some avant-garde titanic poly romance it’s a bunch of individual sinking ships and one uncaring human-shaped ice burg https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/this-ain%27t-some-avant-garde-titanic-poly-romance-it%27s-a-bunch-of-individual-sinking-ships-and-one-uncaring-human-shaped-ice-burg
The ice burg being frozen solid because there are NEVER ENOUGH SPACE HEATERS.
I was an artist’s model in uni since it paid better than any other student work position. Did a life drawing class one semester, despite it being an unheated old building in the winter evenings, because the instructor was a decent fellow who always had extra space heaters. So there I am one evening, exhausted from my team’s afternoon practice, but I’m in a comfortable position on a padded stool, ready to hold the position for like fifteen minutes. Space heaters all around me, spotlights on me to get shadows in interesting places.
Beyond the red glow of the heaters and the hot-white of the spotlights, the massive drafty room is dark and quiet, broken only by the instructor’s whispers and the scratch of charcoal on paper. Me, I’m just dozing, ‘cause my ancient dorm was heated with creaky old steampipes that never really got warm, and with the new extra-powered space heater alongside the others, that night was the warmest I’d been in a month. I dozed, basking in the glorious warmth.
And then I fell asleep.
And then I fell off the stool.
I woke up rather abruptly on the cold wooden platform, and looked up to see an entire ring of terrified and worried faces around me. Everyone had their hands up, ready to help me up, except no one had touched me. Naked chick laid out face-down on the floor, and all the men and women were suddenly acutely aware they couldn’t just grab a half-asleep dazed naked chick.
Fortunately someone had the bright idea to tear the sheet down from the backdrop, lay it over me as a wrap, and then everyone was quick to help me up.
After that, the instructor and students got used to taking turns talking to me, just to make sure I wasn’t dozing off. Which was weird, at first, because I’d done two semesters just being a silent prop, and now I was interacting. It gave the class a vibe completely unlike any other I’d modeled for, and it ended up one of my favorite modeling experiences.
postscript: months later, walking on campus with someone who’d eventually become my spouse, we passed some guys on the main path. One of them stopped, peered at me, and then said hello, excitedly, saying, “sorry, I didn’t recognize you, I’ve never seen you with your clothes on!”
This is honestly so delightful and accurate source
…buddy.
idk who started the idea that life drawing classes have anything sexy going on like. there’s at least ten people in the room and we’re all tired and covered in charcoal.
the dude in front who’s staring at my boobs has been trying to get the shading right for 10 minutes. he’s almost out of paint. he is crying.
#this ain’t some avant-garde titanic poly romance it’s a bunch of individual sinking ships and one uncaring human-shaped ice burg https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/this-ain%27t-some-avant-garde-titanic-poly-romance-it%27s-a-bunch-of-individual-sinking-ships-and-one-uncaring-human-shaped-ice-burg
The ice burg being frozen solid because there are NEVER ENOUGH SPACE HEATERS.
I was an artist’s model in uni since it paid better than any other student work position. Did a life drawing class one semester, despite it being an unheated old building in the winter evenings, because the instructor was a decent fellow who always had extra space heaters. So there I am one evening, exhausted from my team’s afternoon practice, but I’m in a comfortable position on a padded stool, ready to hold the position for like fifteen minutes. Space heaters all around me, spotlights on me to get shadows in interesting places.
Beyond the red glow of the heaters and the hot-white of the spotlights, the massive drafty room is dark and quiet, broken only by the instructor’s whispers and the scratch of charcoal on paper. Me, I’m just dozing, ‘cause my ancient dorm was heated with creaky old steampipes that never really got warm, and with the new extra-powered space heater alongside the others, that night was the warmest I’d been in a month. I dozed, basking in the glorious warmth.
And then I fell asleep.
And then I fell off the stool.
I woke up rather abruptly on the cold wooden platform, and looked up to see an entire ring of terrified and worried faces around me. Everyone had their hands up, ready to help me up, except no one had touched me. Naked chick laid out face-down on the floor, and all the men and women were suddenly acutely aware they couldn’t just grab a half-asleep dazed naked chick.
Fortunately someone had the bright idea to tear the sheet down from the backdrop, lay it over me as a wrap, and then everyone was quick to help me up.
After that, the instructor and students got used to taking turns talking to me, just to make sure I wasn’t dozing off. Which was weird, at first, because I’d done two semesters just being a silent prop, and now I was interacting. It gave the class a vibe completely unlike any other I’d modeled for, and it ended up one of my favorite modeling experiences.
postscript: months later, walking on campus with someone who’d eventually become my spouse, we passed some guys on the main path. One of them stopped, peered at me, and then said hello, excitedly, saying, “sorry, I didn’t recognize you, I’ve never seen you with your clothes on!”
This is honestly so delightful and accurate source
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#会动的zoo#
据说蜜蜂一般不在夜间飞行，它们利用太阳作为指南针。 即使太阳位于云层后面，蜜蜂也可以利用偏振光模式推断出自己所在的位置。 所以蜜蜂们可能会晚上睡在花丛中，许多花朵在晚上闭合，能给蜜蜂创造出一个温暖的空间~
视频中的小蜜蜂仿佛太阳能电板到点就被切断了
【推：jamafra1243】 source
据说蜜蜂一般不在夜间飞行，它们利用太阳作为指南针。 即使太阳位于云层后面，蜜蜂也可以利用偏振光模式推断出自己所在的位置。 所以蜜蜂们可能会晚上睡在花丛中，许多花朵在晚上闭合，能给蜜蜂创造出一个温暖的空间~
视频中的小蜜蜂仿佛太阳能电板到点就被切断了
【推：jamafra1243】 source
宠物医院的故事：
1. 狗狗终于把吃下去的内裤吐出来了。现在狗狗的家长在吵架，两人都说不知道这条内裤是从哪里来的。
2. 我们帮狗狗取出了它吃下去的一个安全套。然后现在检查室里一片安静，直到女生开口对男生说：我们已经三个月没有做爱了。鸦雀无声。
3. 一只拉布拉多狗吃掉了一条蕾丝内裤，我们用内窥镜帮它取出来了。然后我们把取出来的内裤交给了狗狗的家长。女生看了一眼，转向她的男友，用平静到可怕的语气说：你说过你们已经结束了。然后是长久的安静。我能听到各种我们医院里的仪器的声音。
网评：狗狗真的是人类最好的朋友。
https://www.tumblr.com/2urban2fantasy/727451924089159680/mans-best-friend-indeed
1. 狗狗终于把吃下去的内裤吐出来了。现在狗狗的家长在吵架，两人都说不知道这条内裤是从哪里来的。
2. 我们帮狗狗取出了它吃下去的一个安全套。然后现在检查室里一片安静，直到女生开口对男生说：我们已经三个月没有做爱了。鸦雀无声。
3. 一只拉布拉多狗吃掉了一条蕾丝内裤，我们用内窥镜帮它取出来了。然后我们把取出来的内裤交给了狗狗的家长。女生看了一眼，转向她的男友，用平静到可怕的语气说：你说过你们已经结束了。然后是长久的安静。我能听到各种我们医院里的仪器的声音。
网评：狗狗真的是人类最好的朋友。
https://www.tumblr.com/2urban2fantasy/727451924089159680/mans-best-friend-indeed