After seeing the number of folks who have suffered OH GOD NO I INKED ON MY SKETCH LAYER moments, I figured it would be worth sharing this easy trick to fix it and clean the scribbles off your nice clean lines.
It seems kind of long because I tried to make it as easy to follow as possible for folks who might not be totally familiar with the Photoshop interface, but really, it’s like three clicks. When I was in school I just made an action that would do this for me automatically so I could just set it on a folder of three hundred drawings and walk off to get a bagel.
Hope it helps!
Tumblr has been an absolute butt about letting me upload this, so you can find the full thing in one piece and about twice the size right here.
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About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
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How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
Deceased
rip me
Dead.
MOTHER
OF
RA
This is so beautiful I think I’m going to start crying.
Holy SHIT. That’s unbelievable O.O
Where is the melinium eye?
For the confused people on my dash, Eurovision is an event where all the European countries have a musician and a song and they all battle it out like the Hunger Games. Only one will come out alive. They will become King of Europe and control the EU and everyone has to speak that language for the year until next Eurovision.
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These are not chips.
They are crisps.
These are chips.
That is all.
we don’t care
THIS IS A VEGETABLE
BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AMERICA
These are chips
and these are chips too
That is all.
who the fuck cares about chips and fries and vegetables when you can have bagged milk
you win this round, canada.
Dying
[[These are not chips
These are Tayto
]]
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I laugh everytime.
holy fucking shit
oh my god
I first saw this at 3 in the morning and i shit myself laughing
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Susan Cain, Quiet (via ohmothernature)
This is me.
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