#another fucking panic lyric caption from me. what’s new.

[epiicaricacy-arts]

there’s something beautiful and tragic in the fall out

here’s more babygirl. alternate version and commentary UTC (not really a process discussion more like. wailing.)

i’ve never been so indecisive on a piece in my life !!!! i redid the rendering once and this strayed so far from what i originally wanted for the sketch. idk how i feel about it actually. i might come back and redo it someday cause this isn’t what i wanted to do but im so sick of this drawing lmao i don’t wanna spend another 10 hours figuring it out again. i got finals to study for 👎

i was trying to combine my painterly art style with the more graphic style of my last drawing cause i thought it’d be cool. i was also looking at some of the art from reverse: 1999 but that didn’t really carry through in the final piece. i really wanted to do more painting ☹️ but whatever ive drawn so much in the last 2 weeks i need to stop lmao

this is the sample i made after i restarted the rendering. i like how this looks a lot more but i think a big problem was how i rushed the second lighting source (blue) so it wasn’t executed very well. the finished piece is just way too clean for what i imagined but i mean its still cool!

i could not figure out how to do the weird magic soul taking thing for the LIFE OF ME. i spent 20 minutes just redrawing it 😔

ok that’s all. i need to go will myself into studying now. o7

[tegan-taylors-version]

When @taylorswift owns your life and you have to email your professor explaining why your paper is late:

Hi Professor,

So I know my paper is late but you see Grammy award winning, singer-song writer, cat lover, born in 1989, pop superstar Taylor Swift kind of claimed my life for the past 3 days and I’ve been very distracted. You see I woke up Thursday morning with every intention of writing my paper only to find that there was a livestream showing fans gathering at a butterfly mural in Nashville for no other reason than it vaguely resembling her Instagram aesthetic. So like every other Swifitie on the planet I tuned in. As time goes by more and more people gather for absolutely no apparent reason. I mean the cops are there, television crews, radio people. For absolutely no fucking reason other than that this butterfly has some cats in it and Taylor likes cats. So I’m watching this on my laptop and am on Tumblr on my phone (multitasking is key). And the Swifitie fandom is dying. We can’t believe these people are making us look like boo boo the fool again, especially after the whole five holes in the fence embarrassment. Five holes in the fence you ask? Let me digress.

I want to take you back to the 24th of February when Miss Swift posted a photo of 7 palms trees with the caption of 7 palm tree emoji’s. Swifties were like “is this a clue”, “what does this mean?”. Next came a photo a photo of her sitting on some stairs. So Swifties got out their calculators and used their math skills once again and decided that Taylor was indeed sitting on the sixth step. “Could this be a countdown?” Swifities everywhere began asking themselves. Pandemonium. New music is coming. We have cracked the code….or so we thought. One day later Taylor posts another photo of her standing behind a fence. A FENCE WITH FIVE HOLES (I mean we had got good at counting by this point). “This has to be a countdown”, said the Swifities. I mean we had the fricken news reporting on this so-called countdown. Taylor Swift obviously saw our stupidity and our crackhead theories and decided to call out of stupidity on Instagram to her 116 million follows and reject the countdown we had made up in our heads… We won’t even talk about her dragging us on national television.

Still following? Ok. Back to the livestream. So Tumblr is complete chaos. We cannot believe hundreds of people have gathered around this mural for absolutely no reason, yet 2 hours have gone by and we are all still watching this tomfoolery. We are asking begging Taylor to put these clown Swifites out their misery and send them home. And then after three hours of staring at a butterfly mural, THE TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT shows up and takes selfies with every. single. person. And is all like “oh hey see this cool mural I had made” and then leaves. But not before convincing us we have to watch the NFL draft that night to find out more about her new music.

Now you may be thinking well you had five hours between the livestream and the NFL draft you could’ve done your paper. And you would be incorrect. You see I had actually stopped breathing by this point and had to wait for someone to come resuscitate me. After being resurrected from the dead, 8pm comes around and I’m tuning into the NFL draft even though I know nothing about American football. Couldn’t name a single team. I mean what does NFL even stand for? Not important.

So I’m watching the draft because Taylor owns my heart (body and soul) waiting for her to drop us a bone. Miss Swift shows up looking like a glitter rainbow goddess and tells her song ME! Comes out at midnight with Brendon Urie from Panic! At the disco. WWHHHHHAAAATTTTTT! Once again I’ve forgotten how to breathe, I’m in a full body sweat and quite honestly I need to be heavily sedated. You could say I was all PANIC and no DISCO. I honestly don’t remember what happened between now and midnight. I think I blacked out.

Midnight rolls around (not really it was the longest wait of my entire life), and Taylor releases A FRICKEN BOP. I mean did we expect anything less? No. Taylor said you can’t spell AWESOME without ME and she is correct. Taylor is smart. For obvious reasons I can’t just watch it once. I must watch it on repeat. I must learn every lyric. I must know every piece of choreography. I must learn french.

By now it is around 5:30am, and I decide to get a solid hour of sleep before having to get up to watch GMA for a Taylor Swift interview. I roll out of bed and assume my position on the couch and tune in only to discover that GMA has done something bad and punk’d Swifities with no new interview or announcement. Bad GMA. So this is when I decide to go be productive and actually write my paper. Good Tegan.

Minding my own business, writing my paper, Taylor Swift decides to go live on Instagram and roast us for missing obvious clues in the music video. I mean you can see the shock in her face at our stupidity and lack of attention to detail. CHAOS follows. I was the opposite of JE SUIS CALME. We must not let our leader down. We must band together and crack this code. So for the next several hours I am watching the ME! Video repeatedly. IN SLOW MOTION. I have a notebook out and am taking notes. We had to redeem ourselves after the five holes in the fence mess. We have to be the FBI detectives that Taylor told us we are. So for the rest of the evening, along with every other Swifitie, I am trying to crack this darn clue. I am going from YouTube to Instagram to Tumblr to Twitter back to YouTube. It was a mess (and not the mess that Taylor wanted).

So this brings me to today. The mystery is still not solved and we are clowns. I know I am getting an MA in Forensic Psychology and should be able to crack these clues but you see Miss Swift has been watching Law and Order for many years and she is a pro. And after the whole five holes in the fence fiasco we have really lost our touch.

I apologize for my paper being late and a total and utter mess but as you can see I had other more pressing matters to deal with.

Kind regards from a crackhead Swifitie,

Tegan*

*Property of Taylor Swift