#Digitaliser my beloved

[electronicgalah]

Woe, sketchbook doodles with wildly varying degrees of quality upon ye!

[kayatoastkkat]

Mind!Lanyon my beloved

this is honestly just a little drawing prompt I wanted to digitalise, let myself get used to drawing on my phone again

and also one last push before I start preparing dtiys. Stay tuned!

[confusedfeelsfangirl]

JONATHAN SIMS

PITIFUL WET RAG OF A MAN MOTHERFUCKING JONATHAN SIMS. 

GOD DAMN BELOVED WIMP ASS STATEMENT GATHERING ,SAD BACKSTORY, LACTOSE INTOLERANT VIBES, AVATAR OF THE NERD, BLINDEST EYE PATRON OF THE CENTURY, KIDNAPPED FOUR TIMES IN 100 EPISODES MOTHERFUCKING JONATHAN SIMS

YOU CAN KEEP CRINGE LIKING MY POSTS I ENJOY THE NOTES I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

WHY DOES HE ALWAYS END UP IN THE MOST FUCKED UP SITUATIONS , EVER SINCE HE WAS A CHILD ??? NO WONDER HE ENDED UP AT THE ARCHIVE, OBSESSIVE ASS AUTISTIC CODED BITCH

THIS LIMP WRISTED SAD PATHETIC MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERALLY POSITIVE EFFECT ON ME, NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE, AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS MOST DEPRESSED COLLEGE PROFESSOR YOU WANT TO HELP WITH HIS COMPUTER VIBES 

If i wanted to get into heaven and god said I had to recant all that I’ve ever said about him being adorable and wanting to wrap him into a bundle of towels like a kitten, I’d simply go knock on hell’s door, they at least might accept my pitiful man loving ways. Almost a full ass lesbian and I would marry this man just for the sake of protecting him from the horrors.

If I have to deal with one more person insisting I have a crush on the voice actor and showing me his picture, I will start digitalising myself to escape their bullshit no good hearing and reading comprehension and I will slow down their internet connection out of spite

i dont even know why i love him so much. he reads messed up stories but i am just obsessed because i am projecting.

he better have some more fucked up backstory episodes bc if I never get to acquire more lore on him I will just have to write it myself 

I hope he gets some affection and love soon cuz if he doesn’t I’m going to make him 

paypal.com/IFuckingLoveJonSims

Almost all the episodes have him in them and its still not enough. vaguely see something that reminds me of him and I black out and lose my train of thought for the next 20 minutes

I’ve been spoiled about the ending, but I won’t let that stop me from hoping he gets the peace and love he deserves, i love denial and ignoring canon 

I'll lovingly squish jon and his sad pitiful little archivist body will simply crumble to pieces when faced with how much I love him until all that's left is one final statement recorded on his trusty tape recorder titled MAG 201 “A Jon Stan” written in curly-q handwriting on top

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when he’s resuscitated or appears as a cryptid to haunt people so i can make it a reminder on my phone

 once a year i will see it and will do so many little things to pay respects to the man who recorded hundreds of fucked up little stories and still couldn’t escape his destiny to became one himself.

(very much inspired by the Jurgen Leitner rant : https://jurgen-leitner-rant.neocities.org )

[giaffa]

Get to know me tag

I was tagged by @bich-the-moss, thank you! 💖 (and sorry for the late reply, I forgot this in my drafts 🙈)

Do you make your bed?

Yep, every morning.

If you could, would you go back to school?

I'm very fond of my high school memories but I wouldn't go back to waking up at 6:30 am every day. Hell world.

Can you parallel park?

Nope 🙈 I have a driver's license but I haven't driven since 2019.

A job you had that would surprise people?

I did one year of civil service to help the local associations of ex-partisans and ex-deportees digitalise their archives. I had the opportunity to interview a survivor of Auschwitz, and an old partisan who fought in the Italian Resistance during ww2.

Do you think aliens are real?

I think there's a good probability that we're not alone in an infinite universe.

Can you drive a manual car?

Theoretically? My driver's license says I can. In practice? Not driving for 5 years will make you forget everything.

What is your guilty pleasure?

You can do whatever you want forever and there's no guilty pleasures.

Tattoos?

I have a tiny treble clef tattoo on my wrist, I made it with some ink and a needle when I was 14 to match with some friends lol

I'd love to have more tattoos, but I'm always saving money for concert tickets.

Do you like puzzles?

I get easily bored with puzzles and board games, and my competitivity is almost nonexistent, so they're not all that fun to me. I enjoy them just if the shapes/colours feel interesting.

Any phobias?

I have arachnophobia but the problem isn't the spider, it's the web. With spiders in general my fight response kicks in and I usually get rid of them, but if I see a spiderweb (or something similar like processionary caterpillars) my flight response skyrockets off the charts.

Sometimes I also get anxious if I have a lot of physical mass over my head, like in caves or at the ground floor of a very tall building. It's not claustrophobia or speluncaphobia because I'm completely fine with tight or dark places, it's more similar to thalassophobia (which also gets to me sometimes).

Favorite childhood sport?

Fencing! I took a junior fencing class for 2 years when I was in middle school and it was super fun! I would've loved to keep attending but it was too expensive and the instructor was the most annoying person I've ever met.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

A witch. I was convinced it was a legit career path, and tbh maybe I was right.

Do you talk to yourself?

Sometimes I do, but I usually prefer to sing or talk to my plants.

What movies do you adore?

Viktor und Viktoria, The Prestige, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Orlando, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari.

Coffee or tea?

Tea <3

Favorite color?

Red + black + purple combination my beloved ❤️🖤💜

no pressure tags: @curiouscalembour @valleydoll777 @the-paisley @hurdygurdywizard @kissingmonsters @velvetlinedbox @mirillel @sleeeepy-demon

[vsnotresponding]

finally digitalised this after months. chimera and arion my beloved just kids being kids

experimented a bit with the painting artstyle too

@my-cursed-prince

[penelopwgarcia]

First/Last Sentence Tag War

I was tagged by my beloved @persephoneed

This is from the Cannibal Weyler WIP I'm working with

First sentence:

For someone that claims isn't a killer, he sure does like a foreplay.

Last sentence:

"When you said you were hungry I didn't picture myself as an appetizer" Tyler commented with a shit grin, as they watch the fire consume Jonah's clothes and his leftovers limbs.

I wish I could write in a line but I'm like with half of the third chapter ready and I haven't digitalised the first chapter yet. But I do hope to post this till the end of the month.

I'm tagging @thee-antler-queen @ladyadelinergrey @cosmic-lullaby @ourdramaqueen @wednesdayandherhyde @chaoticstupiddm @therulerofallpotatos @onlyangelxo @tastethesetears @averyaddamsromance

[candy-skullz]

Ohh I love when villains are just in this kind of pose. . .

[ilovecathtates2]

So I finished Control and now I'm obsessed

[autistic-ace-bee]

uno reverse hehehhee <3

[naturallyahoe]

💙 Jasper my beloved 💙

So basically I drew a thing and then decided to draw another thing, then I drew an eye and then I digitalised the second thing

A bit of first thing, this drawing without effects and with some effects under the cut :)

[whathappenedtomyweekend]

Blank Space, Ch.1 - Prayers

Author: TiliaofAnkh

Fandom: How to train your dragon

Pairing(s): Hiccstrid (main), sometimes Snotlegs :D

Read it on ffnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11009676/1/Blank-Space (old version w/ more chapters)

or https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13999403/1/Blank-Space-V2 (new version w/ rewritten chapters so far!)

"Don't come home too late. I’ve missed you."

The young woman smiled and wrapped her coat a little tighter around her body. "I’ve missed you too. And I won't, promise," she replied and stepped out into the darkness of the night.

"Okay, I’ll see you in a bit, then. Love you!" he said and hung up. Stuffing her phone back into her pocket, she quickly made her way through the narrow alley, aiming for the high street.

She really, really was over today. Lesson prep had taken her longer than she’d anticipated, and then Camilla had asked her to digitalise some files for her. You’d really think she’d have figured out Excel by now, she thought and smiled to herself as she remembered Hiccup writing shortcuts he’d got from his dad’s secretary. Her stomach growled.

She imagined him preparing dinner, maybe with some candles, neatly folded napkins and the bouquet of flowers they’d picked on one of their walks. Astrid smiled as she imagined her husband in his beloved ‘Kiss the cook’ apron, loudly singing to one of his playlisted cooking songs. But honestly, things turned out to be on the brighter side when he was the one cooking. Astrid had never had very much of a, say, gift for cooking. Finally, Astrid emerged from the alley and found herself in the buzzing middle of the high street of Berk. Passengers were rushing around to go get their shopping done, cars filling up the road in the evening rush. Astrid chuckled. Good thing I didn’t take the car, she thought, and picked up the pace a little bit. She made her way to the bus stop, pushing through the crowds, hoping for a bus to arrive soon. In this weather, she didn’t really feel like taking the 45-minute walk back home. Astrid pulled out her phone and dialled Hiccup’s number, smiling at his profile picture.

“Evening, my love,” her husband’s voice greeted her. “I haven’t heard your voice in almost five minutes. Was starting to miss you.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes but grinned. “Blame traffic.”

“That bad?”

“Yeah, it might take a while. I think I’m gonna have to walk,” she said, squinting up at the empty arrivals board of the bus stop. ���Doesn’t look like there’s a bus anytime soon.”

“Or you could have stopped working earlier,” he replied softly.

She chuckled. “Yeah, or I could have listened to you and taken the car.”

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” he noted, dodging her reply. “Staying longer, I mean. Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just exam season, and Jeannie’s ill, so I had to figure some stuff out. Plus, Camilla still hasn’t figured out how to bloody organise her excel lesson plans and I have to say, it’s driving me insane!”

“That … does not sound great. Hey, if you want, I could come pick you up and we can walk together?”

“Thanks babe, but I think I’ll just walk by myself. I’m kind of dying for some me time.”

He smiled audibly. “Okay, but then we’d be stuck together.”

“I’m stuck with you every single day for the rest of my life,” she replied sarcastically and grinned when he laughed.

“Don’t wait up for me,” she said softly, her earlier dreams of a joined dinner postponing themselves.

“Alright,” he replied, a smile in his voice. “See you later?”

“See you later,” Astrid confirmed and hung up, still smiling. She continued making her way down the street, wondering if she’d ever stop falling for him every single day.

If she’d ever not feel completely safe and loved in his presence. Probably not, she thought, smiling to herself.

She stopped at a red light and used that time to fumble her headphones out of her coat pocket and put on some music. She was in the mood for Taylor Swift’s Evermore tonight. The light went green. A soft snow was starting to fall just as she started crossing the street.

Then, everything went too fast.

Flashing lights.

Screeching tyres.

Blinding pain.

Then, darkness.

  Matthew Emrys pushed the emergency door open, quickly nodding to the two paramedics that entered with the stretcher, quickly scanning the situation as they rushed along the hallway. His fingers were flying over the small buttons of his beeper as he sent the info to the ER.

“Alright, what do we got?”

“Young woman, between twenty-five and thirty, hit and run, pedestrian called the ambulance for her.”

“Internal injuries?”

“Vertebrochondral ribs 8 through 9 are broken, or at least sprianed, contusions on face, scalp, chest and legs - her right shin could be fractured but you’ll need to x-ray that -, contorted left wrist - not broken, maybe sprained. She’s been unconscious since we got there but has been breathing normally since we gave O2.”

The Doctor nodded quickly and put his beeper back into his pocket. “Okay, thanks. Anything with her, bag, ID?”

The paramedic nodded, pointing to a backpack under the stretcher. “Yeah, she had everything with her, ah,” he quickly pulled out a wallet and read aloud, “Astrid Haddock, née Hofferson.”

Dr Emrys stopped dead in his tracks, his face pale.

“Oh, my God.”

  Hiccup sat bolt upright when he heard the phone go off. He must have fallen asleep on the sofa. The TV was still on in the background, the orange glow of the streetlights trickling in through the windows. How late was it? Why had Astrid not woken him up? Groaning, he reached for his phone and picked up.

“Hello?” he croaked and cleared his throat, rubbing his eyes, still trying to wake up.

“Hiccup”, a voice said, sounding urgent. Hiccup paused for a moment, surprised not to hear Astrid’s voice and slowly drew himself into a sitting position.

“Matt?” he brought out, his heart racing. Matt never called his late. Except when he was drunk and needed someone to pick him up. But he didn’t sound slurry. “What-”

“Hiccup, it’s Astrid.”

His heart stopped. Ice-cold daggers rushed down his spine and for a moment, he felt as if he was plunged underwater, his throat closing up. Matt’s voice on the other line seemed to come from far away.

“She’s been hit by a car, got in a few minutes ago. How fast can you be here?”

“Ten - ten minutes.”

Matthew’s voice seemed distant now through the blood rushing through Hiccup’s ears as he quickly strapped his prosthetic on and grabbed his keys.

“Okay. We’re prepping her for OR right now and they’ve just beeped me to come in- Hiccup?”

But the young man had already hung up, blind panic surging through his chest as he stumbled out of the door, running towards the car.

Oh God, oh God, please, not her. Not Astrid.

He felt sickness crawl up his stomach, where it settled itself as a flat, stinging pain. Hiccup had never been a religious person. But on this cold, desperate car ride, he found himself praying, over and over, to anyone who was willing to listen. Part of him hoped this was a nightmare, fuelled by the stupid horror film he’d watched over dinner, and that he was still on the couch, and that she’d come home soon and gently shake him awake. He had no idea how he’d got to hospital in once piece. But here he was, pulling into a visitor parking space, nauseous from panic, scrambling out of the car, into the main hall.

"Astrid Haddock, my wife, she - she just arrived, hit by a car-", he panted at the lady at the reception, the words barely making their way across his lips to be heard but by some miracle, she heard him and nodded, a sympathetic smile on her face. "Yes, she just got in. I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait, she's in the operating room, but you can wait over there."

At her words, Hiccup's head started spinning and for a moment, he thought his legs might finally give way. His shaking hands clinging to the counter, he nodded, still praying in his head. "Okay," he croaked, "thank you."

Slowly, he made his way to the chairs beneath the A&E sign. His head dropped in his hands. Please, God, please. Please. Let her be okay. Please.

Hours seemed to pass, filled with whispered prayers over his desperately clasped hands, and the horrifying images circling round and round his head, her body on a cold operating table and he hoped, prayed, that she didn’t know what was going on and wasn’t scared. Eventually, he got up and stepped outside into the cold, crisp night. He didn't know what to do. His fumbling fingers pulled out his phone.

Before he’d even noticed what exactly he was doing, he had dialled a number.

"Hiccup? I thought you’d be asleep already, haven’t you got a night shift coming-“

"D-Dad, "Hiccup choked, and for the first time tonight, he felt his eyes watering and desperately blinked them dry, forcing his focus on his father’s voice. He couldn’t break now. She was going to be alright. She had to be.

"Son, what's wrong?"

"It's Astrid. She’s had an accident."

Was this how she’d felt when he lost his leg? He’d give his other leg just for him to take her place.

“Mercy Hospital.” Mercy. God, please.

And that was all Hiccup managed to say. Then, his voice broke down. He was shaking all over his body. His father ended the call.

And so Hiccup stood in the cold, shivering, and finally, his knees gave way for they could no longer bear this weight, and so he sat down on the cold, wet asphalt, burying his head in his hands. He felt the cold, golden wedding band around his finger brush against his freckled cheek.

And that was how his father found him.

He hauled him up to his feet and dragged, more than led him inside into the warm waiting room.

"What happened, son?"

Hiccup raised his head and faced his father's grey, worried eyes. "I ... I don't know.", he replied and broke eye contact again. "She just ... we talked on the phone just a couple of hours ago ... she was fine, she said she'd be home soon – they said she was hit by a car, I don’t know-"

"Mr Haddock?", a voice suddenly interrupted him. His head shot up. A nurse smiled at him tentatively. "She’ll be out of surgery in a few hours. They’ve stabilised her, so if nothing else goes wrong we should be able to get you into ICU to see her in a few hours, okay? Just hang tight for me.”

Something else?

Hiccup nodded, closing his eyes, forcing a deep breath, in and out, still shaking. “Thank you,” he said, his father’s hand on his back, heart still racing.

He tried not to think about how many people he had dragged out of their burning cars and the ones he’d lost on the cold, dark streets of the city, desperation clawing at his heart, the biting smoke in his chest. He tried not to imagine Astrid in their place, splayed on the asphalt, eyes open as his hands came down on her chest, desperately breathing new air into her lungs.

Still, the blind, cold panic consumed him and still, he was holding back his tears in a desperate attempt to make it not real.

He barely felt his father getting up and walking out into the cold, barely made out his voice that said, “Gobber, I don’t know what to do. I need you to come to Mercy Hospital.”

What were a few hours? Three? Six? They said they’d stabilised her – from what? A hematoma? Internal bleeding? Where was the driver? Hiccup had never thought himself a violent person, but here, on the cold, hard plastic chair in this godforsaken waiting room, he hoped whoever this bastard was, had been hurt worse than her.

His father had returned and offered him a coffee. Hiccup thanked him and took it, his numb fingers clinging to the plastic cup as he stared onto the grey linoleum floor, praying again. An hour passed, and the nurse hadn’t returned. His eyes had focussed onto his shoelaces now, the cold coffee still in his hands.

Stoick was pacing around the waiting room, hands behind his back, and Hiccup tried to sit as still as possible in a feeble attempt to stay focussed.

Another hour had passed. Quarter past midnight now. Gobber walked into the room, but Hiccup barely took any note of him. His uncle and father were talking in hushed tones, and he sat there, eyes closed, cursing cars and late buses and roads and I’m dead if she doesn’t make it.

��Mr Haddock,” a voice said and for the first time in hours, his head shot up to look at the nurse who had walked in again, a soft smile on her face. “Sorry to keep you waiting. You can go see her now. I’ll take you into ICU, if you’d just follow me – oh, just you for now,” she added quickly upon seeing both Stoick and Gobber springing to their feet. Hiccup shot both of them a quick look as he followed the dark-haired woman into a corridor, his heart throwing itself against his ribcage, as if to escape.

The nurse, who had introduced herself as Freya, instructed him to put on a mask and hand sanitiser, led him through the door of the ICU, past empty beds, and he thought his heart might escape through his throat, and then –

There she was, laying in a bed by the window, moonlight illuminating her face and for a second, Hiccup felt dizzy at the sight of her, reaching for the wall next to him to steady himself. Astrid’s face was swollen, littered with bruises and cuts. The blood from her nose had been sloppily wiped up with cotton buds; the breathing tube was still taped to her mouth.

“She’s still coming off the anaesthesia,” Freya said softly from behind him. “We’ll take the tube out during the night as she comes to. I’ll let her know you’re here if she wakes up at all during the night, but she’s going to be a bit drowsy still, so she might not fully appreciate that, just to let you know. Depending on how the night goes, we can get her out of ICU in a day or so, we just want to closely monitor her now, as she suffered an internal haemorrhage and significant brain trauma. The doctor will fully update you tomorrow morning, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup said dully, unable to take his eyes off her face. She was almost unrecognisable.

“Okay,” Freya said, and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll give you some privacy for a few minutes. I’ll come get you afterwards.”

“Thank you,” he rasped and, for the first time tonight, he smiled, walking closer to Astrid, his heart calm now.

Slowly, he sank down on the chair beside her. It was cold. And everything had that awful, antiseptic smell.

And she was here, and she’d be okay. He knew that now, as his hand was finally touching her bandaged head, the blood from the cut on her forehead barely visible.

"Hey, baby," he whispered and slowly, carefully ran his fingers over her hair, careful not to touch any of the bandages or cables. He didn't even notice the tears that welled up in his eyes. "It's me."

[imkylotrash]

When In New York City

Pairing: David Dobrik x reader

Song: All These Years - Camila Cabello

Summary: They meet randomly after a couple of years and decide to get a cup of coffee. 

A/N: There will be a part 2 for this. Let me know if you want to be tagged. 

PART 2

“Y/N?” You freeze. It’s been two years but you’d never forget that voice. 

“David?” you ask turning around with a smile. His hair is a little longer and he’s grown some stubble. He looked like a man now. 

“That’s crazy to bump into you. How have you been?” He’s smiling from ear to ear and it makes you think about all the times you’d catch him looking at you smiling when he thought you didn’t notice. 

“I’ve been good. Very busy. Your retweet really got the business going, thanks.” You’d left LA and moved to New York to open up a book shop that had special deals like bring a book and exchange it for new one. It also housed a small cafe with coffee and tables so you could sit and enjoy the book you just bought. And things had been going fine but they really took off after David retweeted one of the shops tweets. Suddenly all your days were busy and you’d even been able to afford to get your own place rather than share a flat with three others. 

“No problem at all. Just glad to help,” he smiles hesitating for just a second, “God, it’s been so long. Hug?” You shouldn’t do it. You’ve worked so hard to leave David in the past but when he looks at you like that you can’t say no. So you hug him and he smells just as good as you remember. He wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes you tightly. 

“So you’re still doing the youtube thing?” you ask noticing the camera in his hand. Of course, you already know that he’s still doing the youtube thing because you’ve got his post notifications on. But you’re not about to admit that now. 

“Yeah, it actually worked out pretty well.” It’s an understatement but David’s never been one to brag and you’re not going to correct him. 

“Listen, I’m actually late for a meeting, but we should grab coffee tomorrow? Is your number still the same?” For a moment your brain checks out completely and you just nod because yes, your number is in fact still the same but maybe coffee with your ex isn’t the best idea. Seeing him in New York has just reminded you of how much you’ve missed him and how you still wish he’d have come with you. But his youtube career was taking off and he couldn’t leave LA where he had his huge friend group to help with content and already a few sponsorships as well. But you couldn’t stay in LA since there was no market for you and your dream of owning a bookstore. Everything was digitalised in LA and no one wanted to open a book anymore. New York had always been the dream and none of you had wanted to stand in the way of each other. So you’d let each other go instead. David had driven you to the airport and kissed you goodbye. And that was it. The epic love story was over. 

“Shoot, I’m already late. I’ll text you,” he yells over his shoulder before leaving you in the streets of Manhattan lost in your memories of him. The rest of the day is a blur to you but you find your way home. You don’t really sleep that night but somehow it’s already 7am and you’re getting dressed. Looking in the mirror you shake your head to try and focus. You’re not 16 anymore - besides you’ve heard he already has a girlfriend that he’s very happy with. So there’s really nothing to be nervous about. It’s just two old friends getting a cup of coffee. Thankfully today is another busy day at the store so you don’t have time to think about it until the clock strikes 5am and David is standing in front of you. 

“Hi,” he says. You’ve already cleared it with Melissa to cover the evening shift and lock up when she leaves. She’s a very nice student for NYU and works harder than most people her age so you had no troubles leaving your beloved book store in her hands. 

“Let me get my apron off and I’ll be right out,” you smile before heading back. 

“You did not tell me that you were going out with David Dobrik!” Melissa squeals almost dropping the stack of books in her arms. Apparently, she’s a fan.

“We’re not going out. He’s an old friend.” 

“Sure. But my friends don’t look at me like that,” she smirks before walking out. When you return he’s surrounded by people all wanting a picture. He looks at you apologetically before returning focus to the swarm of people around him. It’s a good half hour before you can go but you don’t mind waiting. It’s nice to see him so in his element as opposed to when he first started out and turned into a blushing mess. Now he looked calm and confident which made him 10 times sexier. 

“Ready to go?” you ask once everything has finally calmed down. He nods offering his arm. You hesitate for just a second before accepting it. You have to be careful not to fall back into old habits. 

“So where do you want to go?” you ask looking up at him. 

“You’re the one who lives here. What’s good?” he counters with a smile. 

“Well, there’s a really small place just next to Central Park that has the best coffee you’ll ever taste. And the hot chocolate is amazing too.” 

“Lead the way.” As you walk to the cafe the two of you talk about everything and nothing. David tells you about moving in with Natalie and how he found Jason. He talks about SeatGeek and how he’s been able to do all these amazing things for his friends. In turn you tell him about getting the store up and running, all the renovations and the marketing. You talk about your family back home and how you might be getting ready to expand business. It’s like no time has passed since you saw each other last but you constantly remind yourself that a lot of time has in fact passed. You’re not the same people you were when you last saw each other. 

“Here,” you say noticing that you’ve already arrived. You quickly order some drinks for you before heading to Central Park. 

“Have you ever seen Central Park in December? It’s the most gorgeous thing ever.” 

“I actually haven’t. But maybe I should put it on my to-do-list for this year. You could show me around?” Say no. Just say no. 

“Sure.” Damn it. You look over at him and you feel this need to kiss him. After all these years he’s still the one person you want. Every date and every hook up just made you miss him more. 

“I have to take this. One second,” he says before taking a couple of steps away to create the illusion of privacy. 

“Hey babe. What’s up?” You shouldn’t listen. 

“I told I’m out with a friend. I’ll be back later.” It’s an invasion of his privacy. 

“I know. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, okay?” Why are you insisting on twisting the knife in your chest right now? 

“I love you too. See you.” He returns to you completely oblivious to what’s going on in your head. 

“So where to next?” he asks. 

“Home,” you say and quickly add, “at least for me. I’ve got an early morning.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Have I kept you too long? It’s just been so good to catch up with you.” He doesn’t mean it the way you want him to. You know he doesn’t but someone forgot to tell the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Yeah, it’s been great.” 

“Listen, I’m flying home tomorrow. But maybe I could be lucky enough to see you next time I’m in New York?” For the love of God, listen to your-

���Sure.” You’re an idiot.

[runecel]

THANK YOU SO MUCH @mechanicalbride16 for tagging me, Dude I missed you! and without further a due!

1. Why did you choose your url? I actually just didn’t know if I wanted Celerine for this username but I got some inspiration from a character in Rising of the Shield Hero and bam!

2. Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them. I actually have three in total but the one I am mainly using as of lately is @reraphillia. I wanted to seperate from my original posts to reblogs. The other two I can’t seem to find them in mentions so I am gonna have to leave them anonymous

3. How long have you been on tumblr? I have been here for at least one year!

4. Do you have a queue tag? yeah! What’s a queue tag!? XD

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? I saw a lot of art and amazing stuff and I just wanted to show my appreciation because THEY ARE SO GOOD! I also saw some funny posts and I just hope I can see the, for myself!

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp? Funny story actually! I had a drawing of this cute fluff ball so I wanted to digitalise it, next thing I knew, I wanted to change the background to a dark blue and BAM IT’S GLOWING!! I couldn’t believe my eyes so I removed the strokes and it’s now a slime! Best work I have ever done!

7. Why did you choose your header? I just didn’t really know what to put in, one day I wanted to give my Nanay some Champorado and created this ingredient list. It looked very pleasing so I thought might as well make it a header!

8. What's your post with the most notes? It was a detective Conan shitpost about how come SHINICHI’S HAIR NEVER GREW but then realising that the other parts with hair would need to grow two.

9. How many mutuals do you have? I actually don’t know? I think it’s a good number, I basically take in anyone who I have conversed with at least once!

10. How many followers do you have? I actually didn’t found out until now BUT HOLY FUDGE I HAVE 62!?

11. How many people do you follow? 407!

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?Just one but I say a lot of weird stuff irl so I am surprised that I haven’t made that much but this is a fandom blog so I might use the other two blogs?

13. How often do you use tumblr each day? Every day for a couple of minutes, see something like through the tags I follow and god about my day! ^_^

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won? Yes actually! I wouldn’t call it an argue me though? Just wanted to clear up some stuff from a fandom’s side! I don’t see who won or who lost, we all have our fair share of opinions so of course some of it might class with others!

15. How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts? Some of them are really really important that I think the more notes, the more likely it would appear to others. Wait which ones are you talking about? Is it the ones that say if you don’t reblog then something bad might happen? Then I do get tempted sometimes XD

16. Do you like tag games? I LOVE THEM! It’s a great way to get to know some people XD

17. Do you like ask games? YES YES YES! They are so cool and it’s really amazing to ask people!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is [tumblr] famous? Yo I thought this place was a bunch of gremlins just hanging out, what do you mean there is a king gremlin!?

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? Nope, I am currently dating someone and I don’t want to wreck their feelings!

20. Tags: ok let’s get this party started!

My beloved friend @belle-chan-14, @sleeping-phoenix ,@space-forests and @littlepumkinseed

I was tagged by @ofmemesandbands, thank you very much 💖💫

1. Why did you choose your url? Because it describes me and actually @instabilitaet came up with it xd

2. Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them. I have one of them, it's @1984cinnamonshops. There's some aes stuff, art, literature, quotes, it's kinda more organised and not so chaotic maybe idk dkjcjsksk

3. How long have you been on tumblr? Since 2017, I think.

4. Do you have a queue tag? Nope.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? I wanted to have some pretty and aesthetic stuff somewhere and I hoped to find some The Clash or Joy Division pics and stuff here too.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp? It's a drawing of mine.

7. Why did you choose your header? I love holo and like pink a lot.

8. What's your post with the most notes? Probably the meme with RZK about tens of thousands of his belts that he wore during Rammstein tour in 2019.

9. How many mutuals do you have? All of them. Too precious and too many to count.

10. How many followers do you have? 339.

11. How many people do you follow? 503.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost? My blog is one.

13. How often do you use tumblr each day? When I'm not super busy, it's probably too many times. Idk 15? I guess it's more than that.

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won? Never had it.

15. How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts? Idk bc I rarely see them or my mind just chooses to ignore them.

16. Do you like tag games? Love them.

17. Do you like ask games? Love them.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is [tumblr] famous? I have no idea, folks are sneaky.

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? Who knows?

20. Tags: @instabilitaet @kitthefox @mechanicalbride16 @wolf-and-bard @geekgirl78 @yes-armageddon-it @greengay @chloeamanda @st-jimmysidiot @notafraidofredyellowandblue and anyone who'd like to do it uwu

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Finding the perfect Russian Green - watercolour paint mixing experiments!

I’ve been doing a lot of watercolour studies lately. I wasn’t really into watercolours until last year. I was always much of a gouache/acrylic person, and even then, I mainly worked digital. All that had changed, thanks to the very kind soul who gifted me a shiny big box full of beautiful Japanese paints(Gansai Tambi 36 colour set!) for my birthday - I picked up my brushes and slowly getting into handling water.

It’s only been a couple of months I really started intensively doing watercolours, and I was mainly using many wee custom palettes I made out of the big Japanese set. Then I decided to dig up my old White Night palette. It’s been missing quite a few pans, all either used up or went missing, so I customised it with the Lukas studio set I got recently. Then upon swatching colours...I discovered the green that I really like - Russian Green(it’s the last one in the third lot).

It’s such an intense, deep, rich, and yet dull enough so it’s not too in your face green, and I totally dig it. However, during my researches on pigments* I found out that its pigment, PG8, is sadly rather fugitive, meaning, the colour will fade into a really muted, dark green ish grey in the end. Am not so concerned with the lightfastness in general, but after I read and heard lots of people talking about this particular green to be avoided(!), I thought maybe I could find a perfect mix to replicate it at least for myself.

Quite a few people talked of Russian Green being close to Sap Green and/or Hooker’s Green. I didn’t have any sap green(it’s probably the least favourite green colour of mine), but luckily I had an old Hooker’s Green pan from WInsor+Newton. It was no where near Russian Green, and it didn’t work when mixed with earth tones/yellow/reds. So I turned to the greens I have in the palette. I obviously opted out the Japanese set(no pigmentation info available), so the options were two: Yellowish green or Emerald green. Of course I chose the latter, and....it worked!

I tried all the earth tones I have minus the ochres as I wanted to keep the mixture as transparent as possible. Below you can see the trials and mixed swatches.

I liked all four, but decided to try three excluding the (raw) Umber as it was dulling the colour down a bit too far. I absolutely love the mixture itself(especially when the two are not throughly mixed), but it wasn’t as close as the original green I was going for. I decided to sketch a cat per mixture to test which end result would look the closest to my beloved Russian Green. I painted the cats with loosely mixed colour duos, then added the background using the well mixed pool(s), including light washes. And I also added one painted entirely with the Russian Green. I finished up the paintings with a white wax crayon and gel pen.

I like the burnt umber+emerald green, but it’s a bit cooler and duller than the original green. Nice granulation, though!

The burnt sienna+emerald green is a lot closer to Russian Green to my eyes. It shows a lot less granulation.

And I think the winner is the last pair, sienna mixed with emerald green. It’s got the warmth, richness, and that lush green hue. And, its heavy granulation gives a really nice texture. The only drawback is that the transparency was halved - the sienna I have somehow goes quite opaque when mixed with emerald green.

I still have lots in that pan of Russian Green, so I’ll definitely use it up. And it’s still not ‘impermanent’, only slightly fugitive, so I wouldn’t worry if you’re mainly using it for sketchbook works and that you will digitalise any way. I am also aware of many different hues of PBr7 pigment...so I’ll probably keep experimenting with mixtures.

Btw, Emerald green from White Nights is 99% identical to Viridian of Lukas’, so if you’re a fan of this particular green, it’s worth a try mixing any Viridians(PG7) with PBr7, or any earth tones you have. :)

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Zoe Leonard at the Whitney, NY.

I went to New York for a few days over the Easter break and what I was most looking forward to exploring was all the art that the city had to offer. The Whitney Museum was around the corner from where I was staying and I was thrilled to discover that Zoe Leonard was exhibiting her works there - I had just discovered her pieces a few days earlier at the Tate! 

This was an exceptional exhibition for me, due to both the range of her pieces and the content within them. The first pieces I found myself inspired by was again her photography. Leonard displayed black and white photographs taken out of the plane window along a journey, some featuring the wings of the plane. These minimal photos got me thinking about travelling and the time zone differences - effectively we are travelling forward/ahead in time on longer plane journeys as we travel faster than the Earth turns (or faster than the sun rises/sets on the horizon). This would be an interesting aspect for me to delve into for my FMP project. Furthermore, holidays in themselves relate to my theme as some of the best memories people have in their lifetime are those with their friends or family in a different country.

Time is an important medium to Leonard therefore, she creates patterns between the present and the past. Many of her photographs carry two dates; the year they were taken and the year they were printed. A sculpture piece of hers, titled ‘1961′ is a row of lined up blue suitcases (all varying in size), one suitcase for each year of her life since 2002 - extending this theme of time and travel in her artworks. What I found deeply interesting here was the weight this made me feel when looking at the row of suitcases. I thought that Leonard may be commenting on the baggage that we carry through from one year to the other, picking up new baggage on the way. This made me feel heavy as well as wanting to find some form of release from this monotonous way of living. As well as this, the line of suitcases, 16 of them to be exact, was much longer than I thought it would have been considering she started it on 2002. This visual timeline of her lifetime from 2002 onwards is a clear diary, and to me it shows that time travels much faster than one would expect it to. Only when you look back to do you realise that years have gone by. 

The piece which stood out to me the most was ‘You See I Am Here After All’ a collection of nearly 4000 postcards pinned up on the wall, all from different vantage points of Niagara Falls. This artwork was overwhelming in its size and I was surprised that there could be so many different postcards from the same viewing point, and that each postcard could feel so personal despite the fact that thousands of others have sent the exact same image. I began thinking that postcards were an interesting way of mapping the time as they are dated and carry a message from that particular place and period. The messages scribbled onto the front of some of these cards gave me a small insight into the lives of strangers writing to their beloved. I could create my own collection of postcards with their messages from places and faces.

‘You See I Am Here After All’ makes a clear message on the increasing digitalisation of society, in particular amongst young people. The overwhelming repetition of the same postcards has parallels with today’s young generation who find that if they do not take or post a photo of what they are doing, then people will think that it didn’t happen. There is increasing need to impress ones peers and give the illusion that one is always having a good time with the prevalence of social media. For many, reality does not become reality unless it has been published in digital form, and Leonard encapsulates this sensation precisely. 

Overall, this exhibition visit was highly useful towards my FMP and for me personally as I was able to have a broader overview of Leonard’s style. Moving forwards, I would like to explore the sentimentality of postcards in relation to time and memories. 

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Speech by Minister of State for Europe Michael Roth at the opening of the Gotha exhibition of French masterpieces from Russia

Speech by Minister of State for Europe Michael Roth at the opening of the Gotha exhibition of French masterpieces from Russia

-- Translation of advance text --

Mr Mayor, Ms Taubert, Mr Shvydkoy, Ms Loshak, Professor Eberle, Excellencies, Ambassador Grinin, Ambassador Etienne, Honoured guests,

When preparing for this event, my mind was drawn to two questions in particular: Are art exhibitions like this one here in Gotha really a continuation of politics by other means? And can we learn anything for today from the art of bygone times?

Our relationship with Russia is currently experiencing some turbulence. Trust in Russia has been eroded by the illegal annexation of Crimea, the destabilisation of eastern Ukraine, the measures taken to suppress criticism and the barbaric attacks on homosexuals in Chechnya. But it’s also clear that we are ready to reach out to each other again as soon as there is a basis on which to do so. We need each other. Especially now. The world yearns for greater peace, stability and security. But that we can only deliver if we work together.

In the midst of these political difficulties, this wonderful art exhibition gives us the chance to focus on a long‑standing trust‑based German-Russian partnership – the collaboration between the Friedenstein Castle Foundation in Gotha and the Pushkin State Museum of Fine Arts in Moscow. This collaboration has not only made it possible for some of the French masterpieces on display here to be shown for the first time outside of Russia, but last year it also resulted in a Cranach exhibition in Moscow, which brought together works from Gotha’s Cranach collection with pieces that had been removed at the end of the Second World War. It was the first such exhibition ever to be held in Moscow or elsewhere and it met with overwhelming interest.

For Germany and Russia alike, the loss of cultural property has been a painful wound in our cultural identity. At the opening of the Moscow exhibition you, Professor Shvydkoy, expressed your hope that such joint projects would prepare the ground for talking about more difficult issues. I can only endorse this hope!

Yesterday, Cranach in Moscow – and today French masterpieces in Gotha. Both exhibitions are part of our endeavour to keep the dialogue between us alive in these politically strained times. Let us counteract this growing alienation first and foremost by strengthening and revitalising civil society exchange. Art and culture create human relationships. They help us understand each other better. They aren’t the cherry on the cake but the yeast in the dough.

For this reason, too, “inspiring people” is the slogan of our cultural relations and education policy. We want to inspire people across borders – for example through our numerous fellowship and residency programmes and our youth exchange programmes. Our cultural relations and education policy does not avert its eyes from critical social issues. Far from it. It takes sides. It takes the side of humanity, respect, diversity and artistic freedom. We want to be diverse without fear. Everywhere.

Only by meeting and exchanging ideas with other people can we create an environment that provides the scope for intellectual flexibility and development, fosters understanding and empathy, and breaks down prejudices. It is the job of cultural relations to create space for intellectual exchange and for the forming of emotional bonds. That’s what this project in Gotha is about as well.

It is the lifeblood of our societies. Culture has always been and will remain a “motor” of social processes. It is with this in mind that we also support projects to expand civil society exchange with Russia and eastern European countries.

We should also take the contemplation of art as an opportunity to see things from another perspective. That can certainly be of particular advantage in politics. As Paul Klee said in 1920, art does not reproduce what we see; rather it makes us see. Art is thus also a mirror of its time. Portraits have assumed a central place both in the Cranach exhibition in Moscow and in this show of French masterpieces in Gotha. In the 15th century, the genre of portraiture was becoming fashionable in the Italian city states, but it was still revolutionary. It put the individual in the focus of art and politics.

But portraits also remained a depiction of power, dominion, and political or economic importance, as was brought home to us by Cranach in particular with his many portraits of Luther.

Martin Luther and his wife Katharina von Bora were the first commoners in Germany to be painted in this style. To hang pictures of them on your own four walls was a courageous sign of support for the Reformation. Portraits from the Cranach workshop thus played a similarly central role in the success of the Reformation as Gutenberg’s printing press had done 50 years earlier. This development has been shown to great effect in the two major exhibitions in the United States which the Federal Foreign Office has helped fund. Interest was huge.

The German Cultural Forum for Eastern Europe is currently responsible for a total of seven touring exhibitions which show just what far‑reaching political, religious and social effects the Reformation had in eastern Europe and even in Russia.

The French masters on show here – like Cranach many years before them – produced works commissioned by aristocrats at their courts, and so continued the tradition of portrait painting. However, their paintings also reveal how, following the Reformation and the rise of Absolutism in European capitals from Paris to Moscow in the 16th to 18th centuries, even more emphasis was laid on symbols of power.

What we see here today is thus in a sense the passion for art and collecting of a powerful pan‑European aristocratic elite. They defined themselves primarily through their noble lineage and their claims of dominion, and far less through their language or culture or that of their subjects.

For example, the exhibition includes portraits by François‑Lois Drouais and Jean‑Marc Nattier of Princess Ekaterina Golitsyna and Prince Dimitri Golitsyn. Their close relative, Princess Natalya Golitsyna, had a great fondness for card games and was the inspiration for Pushkin’s eponymous figure “The Queen of Spades” in the short story published in 1834, when she was still alive.

In the story, Hermann’s avarice leads to his betrayal of his beloved and the death of the Queen of Spades, but he is intoxicated by his belief in the magic power he has thereby gained which will guarantee that he triumphs in any card game. But then he makes a mistake at the crucial moment – and loses everything.

What a warning this is to the rulers and chancers of the modern world with their inflated egos! Especially since the Prince Golitsyn pictured in the portrait played a key role in the negotiations on the first partition of Poland. He embodies the aristocratic imperial ambitions of his time.

The artworks however also presage the fundamental shift which saw the decline of the noble houses of Europe in the second half of the 19th century and ushered in the age of nation states based on liberal or conservative values.

The aforementioned Prince Golitsyn is also remembered for founding Golitsyn Hospital in Moscow with his own money, and for leaving a large part of his inheritance to the institution.

Later on, members of the Golitsyn family and, from 1828 to 1853, the German doctor Friedrich Haas, known as the “holy doctor of Moscow”, worked in this very hospital. They worked together to humanise Russia’s penal system. The Golitsyn portrait thus also depicts one of the first protagonists of fledgling civil society engagement and an enabler of German-Russian cooperation. It is thus of unexpected relevance to us today! What a role model! And what a contrast to Golitsyn’s role in the partition of Poland.

In the early 20th century, irresponsible aristocratic elites and aggressive nationalism drew Europe into the cataclysm of the First World War. The deaths and deprivations this entailed swept the German and Russian royal families from the political stage, paving the way for the Russian Revolution of February-March and October-November 1917, and the November Revolution of 1918 and the creation of the Weimar Republic.

Konstantin Stanislavski, who co‑founded the Moscow Art Theatre company in 1898, once said: “Love the art in yourself, not yourself in the art!” In an era when digitally filtered selfies are “advancing” portrait art in a highly ambivalent manner, questions about the place humans assume in society, in a world shaped by advancing globalisation and digitalisation, are still very topical. Portraiture remains a mirror of its time. Today, as it was in Cranach’s time.

A big thank you to the organisers of today’s exhibition! I wish all those active in the Russian-German dialogue on art and culture all the best – may you have lots of good ideas and pursue meaningful projects. Dialogue not speechlessness, exchange not isolation, inspiration not desolation, freedom not oppression, courage not resignation – that’s what I wish for us all. And so – to get back to my two initial questions – this art exhibition is political in nature. And we can indeed learn something from it if we open our minds to it.

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