It’s the Double Facepalm of REGRET!
I have a message from another time…
what she says: im fine
what she means: why would Ferris Bueller dedicate the song Danke Schoen by Wayne Newton to Cameron Frye if they weren’t gay as hell for each other? That song is super romantic and pops up at various parts of the film where characters are feeling flirty or in love. For example, after Jeanie Bueller makes out with Charlie Sheen at the police station she sings the song to herself. So why would Ferris essentially serenade Cameron with this song in front of tons of people if it weren’t because they’re very much in love? Could this explain why Cameron reacted the way he did, partially out of concern for his friend but partially out of surprise at being outed like this? This seems like undeniable proof that Ferris Bueller and Cameron Frye are dating, if not in love.
1. Set a monthly target.
How much do you want to earn in a month? Lets say you want to earn £400. Base this on your bills and living expenses, things you’re saving up for, etc.
That means each week you want to earn roughly £100.
(monthly target) / (four weeks) = [Weekly Target]
£400 / 4 = £100
2. Determine how much time you are going to devote to commissions per week
For this example, lets go with 20 hours!
Also you’ll want to figure out how many hours per day that is so you don’t overwork yourself. There are 5 working days in a week, so thats four hours per day.
You don’t have to follow this exactly, but it’s good to know so you know when to stop and call it a day.
I suggest between 18-30 hours a week, and no more than 40.
(hours per week) / (5 days) = [Daily Hours]
20hrs / 5 = 4hrs
3. Calculate your hourly rate
To earn £100 in 20 hours, you need to earn £5 an hour.
(weekly rate) / (number of hours) = [Hourly Rate]
£100 / 20hrs = £5
4. Calculate how long you spend working on a piece.
this includes time spent researching, anything like getting used to a character’s design to finding references is labour that the commissioner is paying for, not just the final piece!
If you’re a digital artist, you can use Cash Clock to help with this!
it will track how long you are focused on windows you choose, and stop counting if you’re idle for a set amount of time. It’ll also do the next step for you.
for this example lets say you spent roughly two hours researching, doing practice sketches, etc., and then 6 hours on the final piece.
5. Calculate your price quote
(hourly rate) x (time spent) = [price per commission]
(monthly target) / (price per commission) = [number of commissions]
for our example this is £5 x 8 hours = £40 per commission.
to reach the goal of £400 a month thats 10 commissions a month.
Do this for each type of commission you offer! Lets say a sketch takes you 2 hours of research + 3 hours of drawing. That’s £25 a piece (16 sketches)
– when you finish timing yourself working, add on an extra hour so you have some buffer time to polish and fix things.
You’re likely to be spending longer on your paid work, so account for that!
– You ever notice how your first few doodles aren’t as good as what you draw after you’ve scrapped a few?
Keep that momentum, when you’ve finished sketching a piece, even if it’s not a sketch commission stop and continue on to sketch a different commission.
When you’ve finished sketching, do this again with the next stage in your process like flats or inking.
This is a more cost effective way of working – working in batches like this is commonly used in comics to maintain consistency between pages!
– don’t be afraid to ask for tips!
Thank you! Alright, here we go. This got ridiculous. Beware of minor Drarry in a fairly extreme AU situation.
1) The Weasleys are Gryffindors through and true. The fact that they are not in Gryffindor is the fault of the Sorting Hat, who is either throwing a temper tantrum or saving the world.
Look, it’s just… argh… the Headmaster is fucking useless and the Sorting Hat cannot take any more of this fucking complaining.
The student dormitories and teacher’s quarters are moaning about how they’ve NEVER had so few people and are CONVINCED Hogwarts is shutting down. The kitchen still hasn’t shut up about those poisoning attempts during the war; the library won’t shut up about the OBVIOUSLY inevitable second war coming in about twenty years (also something about time travel, but no one is listening); and the gardens and bathrooms and secret passages and all are still terrified about raids and attacks and murder and another horrible war.
Hogwarts does NOT want another war.
Salazar’s Chamber of Secrets, instead of being any help and calming things of course, is still being a smug and elusive bastard. Helga’s Room of Requirement can’t and won’t be of any help either – they’ve been feeling a little ill lately, although they can’t shine a torch on why exactly. And Godric and Rowena’s rooms are just best left to themselves… they’d probably only make it all worse, actually, risk-taking adventurous arses would probably encourage the castle to rebel or some rot.
But the Headmaster, instead of DOING HIS JOB, is just… fuck knows what the Headmaster is doing, honestly. Raising children to the war and letting Marked students run amok left and right, that’s what he did, and letting everything get out of control so that a war could happen in the first place before that. With this man in charge, the library is probably right and they’ll see another war soon enough.
Something has got to be done, the Sorting Hat knows. But what exactly can it do? All it does is sing a bloody song that no one listens to every year and then sends the little brats off to the house they belong to. Then sits on a shelf for the rest of the year, thinking about how maybe that one ought to have been in Gryffindor after all, or how this one’s bad habits wouldn’t have been encouraged if the Sorting Hat had gone with Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin.
…Oh… Hmm… Now… there’s a thought. It’s something the Sorting Hat would have considered impossible before, but… when the safety of Hogwarts is at stake? Taking advantage of the many loopholes Godric left and using a bit of creative thinking and reasoning? Quite doable, actually.
1982 is a year that does not go as expected. Everyone was rather under the impression that things would finally be going back to normal, what with the war being over for nearly a year and the last few trials and outspoken followers being wrapped up and neatly shoved away or under a rug. FINALLY, everyone thought, a stressless year at Hogwarts.
Heads are full of wondering about the greasy-looking git in Professor Slughorn’s seat, not a one suspecting the devious thoughts running through the tanning of the hat in Professor McGonagall’s hand. Yes, there was a Sorting Song about unity and undiscovered depths and things changing now that the war was over, but that was more or less the same as every year and to be expected.
And then the Sorting Hat sends an Avery off to Gryffindor and an Abbott off to Ravenclaw, despite the families’ respective long and prestigious histories in Slytherin and Hufflepuff.
What the actual fuck is happening, no one says aloud, as a Bulstrode goes off to Hufflepuff and a Longbottom cousin goes into Slytherin.
What the fucking shit, no one shouts like they want to, as a couple Muggleborns go straight into Slytherin and the most purist and illustrious racist families get scattered throughout the other houses among half-bloods and Muggleborns like a particularly gleeful punishment.
Bill Weasley, being eleven years old and not entirely aware of the scandal brewing, goes up to that stool and has the Sorting Hat dropped on his head. Actually dropped, out of Minerva McGonagall’s shaking hand. Something is off, his instincts are certain, but what… fuck knows what.
Mmm… chivalrous, of course, the Sorting Hat mumbles more to itself than Bill. Never met a Weasley who wasn’t… and brave, of course, like you’d expect of a Prewett. Strong sense of justice… yes… and no disinclination to standing up and fighting for it… no matter the toil. More straightforward than cunning, though, and no particular ambitions as of yet… and a passion that needs a focus first…. I supposed it’ll have to be…
“HUFFLEPUFF!” the Sorting Hat shouts, thinking on the side, Shame. Would’ve liked a Slytherin Weasley.
Bill doesn’t think much of it at the time. His main concern is that, unlike his parents, his Weasley uncles, his late Prewett uncles… he’s a Hufflepuff. The first Weasley and Prewett not to go straight into Gryffindor in generations, actually. He hopes they won’t be disappointed in him and that yellow and black will be good colors on him.
Well, it’s a change, but he can roll with it.
This is a delightful read. :D