Pink-necked Green Pigeons eat mainly fruits. Their colourful attire allows them to blend perfectly in the foliage of fruiting trees. It is found in Cambodia, Indonesia, Malaysia, Myanmar, the Philippines, Singapore, Thailand, and Vietnam.
ALRIGHT, so, I know a lot of people have trouble making eyes match. Yesterday I found out a way to make it significantly easier! Here’s a small guide.
Well, first of all, you have your face. mark where the eyes should be on it.
Then mark the corners of the eyes and go over the middle again, to make the next step easier
Alright, I know it sounds a bit crazy, but draw this shape, trying to make it as symmetrical as you can.
Draw the eyes using that shape as a guide and TA-DA! They match! For different eye shapes you tweak the angle of the two guide lines.
And it also helps with angles where the size and shape of the eye is distorted, you just put it in perspective.
I think the theory behind it is that the thing that makes it hard to make the eyes match is the angle of the corners, and this type of guideline helps make them even, which makes the eyes look symmetrical. Welp, here it is! I hope it helps someone!
YALL STAY SLEEPING ON THIS FILM. HUNCHBACK WAS ALL ABOUT HOW POWER CAN CORRUPT AND THAT THOSE WHO SERVE THE “PEOPLE” CAN BE THE CRUELLEST TO THEM, ESPECIALLY MINORITIES.
So I’m watching a video about Akon’s lighting up Africa, and the interviewer asked how much was all this costing. Akon said “Per village, it ranges from $100,000 to $250,000.” Akon has provided electricity in 14 countries and 6 million homes.
So all these fucking “10 cent a day” charities have been collectively robbing Africa. If Akon can spend less than 1 million providing street lamps and in-home electricity, these charities don’t care about black people.
#staywoke
Stay fucking woke
just think about how much money they spend making those commercials and then getting so much airtime on tv
I woke up less than an hour ago to hissing and barking. I then heard my bluetick coonhound jump down from the bed and felt the tabby cat run up my spine and sit on my head. (Normally, my dog and cat will compete for bed real estate to be closer to my face/head. Usually, it is a rather quiet event. ) The dog was still agitated, and I told her in a half-mumble to go to her crate. She didn’t. She kept barking as the cat hissed and jumped to the window sill. I then turned on my lamp that was almost knocked down in the process to see just what was going on.
“It is early morning, damnit! I want to get some sleeeeeeeepoooooooholyshit!”
My cat was not a cat. It was a large scared raccoon.
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