#bc i had so much fun doing it Brighter colours are Fun oh my God

[jubileedeeznuts-posting]

a vision of the sky

[racingliners]

☕️ as the livery watch reporter...2014 liveries (which ones are ur fave, which ones don't do it for you, etc)

Deliberately waited until we'd had dinner so I could devote the appropriate amount of time to this (yelling about liveries my beloved!!)

Under a read more bc I'm about to get so chatty (please note: we are not including the rather hideous car noses we were cursed to endure in 2014, just the paint!)

Caterham

Fun fact about British Racing Green: there isn't an exact hue for it, which is why the green Caterham used is much more brighter and more yellow leaning than the emerald green Aston Martin currently use.

Anyway, this is so pretty. It's glossy, the green looks utterly stunning and the splashes of white are really sleek and give it a slightly more modern feel than if it was all over green.

8/10

Ferrari

Ferrari's just look better in glossy paint. Please end the deluge of matte liveries I beg.

The shade of red is literally perfect and I don't really mind the black section at the back, the thin white lines bordering it definitely help make it look less jarring.

Si ragazzi, 9/10

Force India

Pre-BWT sponsorship, Force India liveries always leaned heavily into the colours of the Indian flag, though 2014 was the first year they incorporated a lot of black into the livery.

Which honestly? It slaps. The orange being on the sidepods still keeps the livery looking really bright despite all the black on the engine cover. I am torn on the block of white on the nose cone, but I think without it the car would feel a bit too dark, so for that it's fine.

7/10

Lotus

Oh, if this didn't have the splashes of red and used a proper metallic gold instead of the flat beige colour, it would be the best livery on the grid. Alas, it loses points for those two reasons. BUT the glossy finish is still stunning to thank goodness we have that.

7/10

Marussia

Much like the 2023 and 2024 Haas liveries, the red, white and black combination does look really good. Maybe not ground breaking, but it's far from being offensive on the eyes. I like the use of the warmer orangey red just to add a bit of brightness (and to make it look different from the Ferrari). It's a very solid effort.

7/10

McLaren

Every day I thank the racing gods that McLaren went back to their roots with the papaya orange livery bc their one for 2014 was very meh.

This year was McLaren's last year with Mercedes engines, hence why they kept the silver chrome, but their sponsorship deal with Vodafone had ended at the end of the 2013 season, which is why it doesn't look as iconic. The black sidepods are quite jarring and make the car look really dark and dull.

Definitely not their best, 4/10

Mercedes

As a friend said to me some time ago, Mercedes are all the better for making the switch to having mostly black on their car. The metallic finish Mercedes used on their cars from 2010-2019 and 2022 was really odd in that it didn't look properly metallic despite very obviously looking silver (contrary to my above spiel on McLaren, all over chrome silver with the Petronas teal accents would look so, so good.)

And speaking of the Petronas teal, there's not enough of it here even though I love how the shading on the sidepods was done (as much as I think the accents on the wheel rims are incredibly fun). The blob of black on the engine cover also feels like an after thought, especially with the gradient at the front and sharp line at the back.

6.5/10

Red Bull

Now this is the superior RBR livery. It's glossy, we have the really nice dark metallic blue instead of the navy créme, and the purple Infiniti accents are so very pretty (I'm not so sure on the stripes on the side however).

I deliberately chose a night race picture to show off the metallic sheen and glossy finish. I am on my knees begging RBR to go back to using this livery.

8/10

Sauber

This is... sadly very corporate. Like Mercedes, the metallic finish on the Sauber just looks off (though, it's better than if it were a flat grey) and I wish there was more white on this to brighten it up. The shade of grey used almost blends into the tarmac, which isn't great.

3/10

Toro Rosso

As much as I hold a special place in my heart for the Toro Rosso drinks can livery circa 2017-2019, I still have such vivid memories of the gorgeously detailed Red Bull on the engine cover. Even though the Toro Rosso liveries were just a darker version of the main RBR livery (navy, dark red and gold in place of the more primary blue, red and yellow) I actually prefer the STR version.

Unlike the Lotus livery, the gold is metallic instead of créme, and the navy is also a gorgeous metallic (which ensures that it doesn't look flat, which is my main beef with the post-2016 RBR livery).

I just want to make sure that everyone looks at the bull on the engine cover again, IT'S SO DETAILLED!!!

9/10

Williams

No notes. One of the F1 liveries of all time. I genuinely almost bought a Williams shirt that year bc the team kit looked stunning too with the Martini stripes (and honestly I have been debating whether or not I should try to find one on ebay). The Williams Martini livery is proof that it is possible to make a predominantly white car sexy as hell (and it's also glossy!!!)

If James Vowles ever manages to bring this livery back he can have my hand in marriage no questions asked.

10/10

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[juleswolverton-hyde]

The Sword and Shield (BC x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Idol AU, Quarantine fiction

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Warnings: Innuendos, nerdy Pokémon talk.

Summary: Every warrior needs a sword and shield to defend themselves against enemies. However, two nerds take up weapons in a vastly different fight. 

Masterlist

Credits for the banner art go to Satzzz Art.

Life between the sheets does not always have to be characterized by Sensuality because there is more to be found among the pillows and blankets. It is amiable comfort, dozing off together to the sunrays streaming in through the light bedroom curtains or listening to music while sharing earbuds to kill the boredom of quarantine by means of occupying oneself with whatever is at hand. After all, it is yet unknown for how long the global population is forbidden to leave their homes safe for retrieving necessities at the supermarket or drugstore.

A blessing in disguise, however, is being able to spend the period of restriction with a bunch of lively lads which includes the lover of little more than a year. The moment it became known countries were hauling in their own residents a foolhardy decision was made to remain in South-Korea and leave the life in the place of origin behind for a while. The choice did not sit well with Chan at first, not too subtly asking to reconsider it though soon finding a secret delight in finally being able to wake up every day in the same bed.

No thousands of kilometres distance.

No time to be taken away by management and time zone differences.

The pandemic has at least given us this.

A taste of life as a real couple.

 Just before IKEA closed as well, the lovable human kangaroo insisted on going there for the last shopping spree so personal taste could be added to the bedroom that would be shared. The well-meant idea was rejected at first, saying it was not needed and that the interior was fine as it was. However, once bleached locks have set their mind to something, it is barely possible to change the focus of determination and thus the private shared space has been decorated with a few candles alongside a new bookcase to house whichever books were already taken from home as well as a few pieces of art and a collection of postcards that have been pinned on a metal grate.

Our perfect little nest.

A haven of comfort for songs and nerdy thoughts.

‘Hey, babygirl.’ The mattress dips as the human koala joins the small kingdom in the sheets of sweatpants and loose tops that are somehow still deemed charming. Even the surface beneath the minimal layer of makeup is apparently preferred by the strong arm wrapping around the waist as platinum locks rest on the head and watch the screen held between hands. ‘What’re you playing?’

‘Pokémon Sword. It’s really good thus far and- Oh my god, it’s so cute!’ In an instance, the screen is lifted to show the six adorable balls clad in armor, a new creature which is called a Falinks. ‘Look at these little buddies!’

A wide smile breaks out on plush lips, wavy locks shaking in closed-eyed amusement before looking up again with the wonder of a new discovery. ‘So that’s why you’ve been kicking the air or screaming something is cute. I didn’t know you were a Pokémon fan?’

‘I have been since I was little, but it’s not something I tell others about.’ The true meaning of the grin no longer passes under the radar, igniting an ember of shame for harbouring a geeky side when it comes to the Japanese creatures. ‘Yes, I know, I am a mega nerd. Bite me.’

The jaw clenched in timidity relaxes when slender fingers tickle the sides as a big nose presses into the side of the neck to nuzzle it. The comment was not meant to provoke although the lowered voice suggests otherwise as it speaks against skin, teeth even cheekily nibbling. ‘Watch your words, Y/N, or I just might.’

However, the sensuous attitude fades as fast as it appeared as irises the colour of pure chocolate wander back to the device. ‘Can I see your Pokémon?’

Because the girl in the sheets is not the only trainer beneath the roof. 

‘Sure.’ With the same nonchalance that denies the suggestiveness from a second ago, the index of the creatures which are currently being trained is opened. The current team consists of a Corviknight, Obstagoon, Thievul, Drapion, Boltund and Cinderace. ‘I’m currently training these though I mostly specialize in Dark Types.’

‘Why doesn’t that surprise me?’ To get more comfortable, Chan slouches further down the bed to rest more properly on a beloved narrow shoulder. Nevertheless, the all-knowing grin from before remains plastered onto plush lips. ‘I suppose you’re also interested in training Ghost and Psychic types as well?’

‘I’m an open book, aren’t I?’

‘Just a little bit.’ The teasing is made up for with a chaste peck on the nose followed by one on the forehead. Just the way it is preferred and done whenever apologizing for something or to simply gain a smile. Withal, now, judging by the twinkle in mischievous eyes, it is definitely to say sorry in advance for what is to come. ‘Can you guess what my type is?’

‘Me?’

The witty response evokes the bubbly boyish laughter that has been loved ever since the first time it was heard. ‘You’re not wrong.’

‘Okay, okay, let me think.’ The scanning for clues on the face results in nothing except a brighter devilish glimmer in a loving look. Henceforth, the answer will have to based on personality and all the little things that have been discovered since being in a relationship and now prematurely living together. ‘Electric? Although, no, wait. Fire. Something tells me you at least have a Growlith or had but it has transformed into Arcanine. Then again, judging by that splendid performance of the theme song in your VLive, I’d also wager you have a Pikachu. However, you’re very sporty so maybe you specialize in Fighting types?’

‘You’re on the right track. The answer is somewhere in there.’ Instead of one mocking eyebrow, two rise in a failed attempt to exaggerate coyness while looking cool. ‘Or is it?’

‘Very helpful, Chris.’ Sarcastically disregarding the useless remark and lopsided smirk, the former ramble is composed into a somewhat solid answer. Anywhere close to the truth is better than nothing. ‘You’re a Fire trainer who is also interested in Fighting types.’

‘Almost. I’m a Dragon trainer who always starts out as a Fire trainer. I am, however, also interested in Fighting types too. I do have an Arcanine and Pikachu is an exception to the rule because it’s Pikachu. Every trainer should have one.’

‘I have one too, but it doesn’t have a name since it’s a female and I only name my male Pokémon.’

Focus shifts back to the screen, Chan reading the names of the amiable creatures that form the company on the journey to becoming the best. It started as a fun idea and the names matched fairly well. ‘So I’ve noticed. Are you associating everyone in the industry with a Pokémon?’

But nothing ever runs smoothly. 

‘I’m trying, but it’s bloody hard at times. I made Jackson a Pidove. Don’t laugh! I don’t know why I did it, but his name was the first to pop up when I caught it. Baekhyun is an Applin. Wait, he’s transformed already so now he’s a Flapple. Han is a Greedent because, let’s be honest, he’s a squirrel. Changbin, well, Bin is a Corviknight. I gave his full name to a Rufflet. Minho is a Sneasel, Felix a Thievul and I have yet to decide on the rest of the boys.’

‘Which one would be me?’ Judging by the suggestive tone of curious eyes and barely noticeable pout, there is the clear hope of a comparison with an awesome creature. The tightened grip on the hips betrays it too, blatantly so. Almost forcing the unknown comparison to one’s personal preference. 

‘Without a doubt, you are Zacian, the giant warrior wolf with a sword in its mouth.’ A deep sigh cannot be helped at the thought of the game’s challenge which does absolutely not allow for failure. ‘The legendary Pokémon of the Galar region. Dammit, Channie! Why do you have to be so elusive and exclusive?’

‘Because I’m an amazing catch.’ The cheek is turned by slender fingers, compelling lips to join in a playful giggly kiss which is broken up by a smug remark. ‘And warriors are not so easily bound to a master. You told me even Beowulf reluctantly helped a king, only to settle his father’s debt. 

‘Although,’ the train of thought is easily altered by hooking a digit under the silver necklace that was given as a birthday present, pulling the tease in yet holding off from melting into another kiss by backing away to continue the battle of wits and enjoy the small adorable whine of disagreement, ‘with the right trainer, I suppose I could make a deal.’

‘I plan on winning all gym badges and make myself worthy of the wolf.’

‘You will still have to win in that final fight. Until then, think you can take me on?’ Brows furrow in a suddenly hard-fought battle for concentrated control. Funnily contradicting oneself, the domestic koala shifts positions to hover over the coy soul who was able to tame the beast beneath the roof, faces inches apart and the Switch tucked in the small space between bodies.  

Which becomes noticeably narrower when transforming Innocence into Sensuality by creating the image of what might be given after testing out the waters of victory and win in a Pokémon battle. ‘I have more than enough times in this bed.’

To make up for the victory and erase any negative unspoken feelings. 

Though the soft growling suggests impatience, unwilling to be kept on a leash any longer. ‘Don’t change the subject. You’re fighting unfairly.’

‘Am I?’ The device is put aside on the bedside table, ankles hooking behind the waist to coax a hard shape into the warmth between the thighs as hands rest on broad shoulders. A much-appreciated action evidently, breath taken away by the friction between two concealed forms of wanting and nails digging into the skin beneath the comfy black printed fleece vest.

And the chest now making escape entirely impossible, hearts racing in harmony. ‘Yes. You’re distracting me.’

‘Says the person who’s distracting me from gaining those badges.’ Enough coherency lingers to remain cheeky. Bashful enough to lean in and utter a final double-sided statement of defiance. ‘I bet I can easily best you.’

But two can play that game, apparently. 

‘I think you’re wrong, babygirl. Or do I need to remind you of how good I am?’

‘Grab your Switch and bring it on.’ The challenge is accepted with a scoff which clearly started having different expectations in regards to the order of events. Fortunately, a sweet quick peck cures most of the shallow grumpiness as Chris is dismissed from the sheets. ‘And give me all you’ve got.’

‘Oh, I will. I always do.’

As became apparent in the few battles between teams.

The wolfish actions that followed unspoken hard feelings unhappy with the outcomes of the fights.

And a broken headboard in the morning.

[gothsic]

LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS

Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away !

tagged by: @citialiin​ suplexes you into the sun bc i luv u tagging:   whomever wants to !!

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. DISGUST – Filth, filth, it’s all filth. Everyone is squirming underneath his boot heel, and they’re doing it with a smile. How awful. And yet, he can’t help but smile right back at them. So delighted that they understand their place. If only he could sleep, he might very well get some god-damned peace...

002. ISOLATION – Why is it that looking at the sea reminds him so much of the things that he’d lost? Maybe that’s why he spends so much time sitting out there in the sand, looking out at the ocean as it ebbs and flows, leaves behind the darkened, wet sand. Sometimes, he planted footprints there, and watched them vanish as the water took them away. And no, it wasn’t a comfort. It was, maybe, some sort of reminder to himself.

003. ENVY – WHY does it always have to be that way? Smiling faces admiring another’s work - someone younger than him... he wants it all. He’ll take it for himself if he has to. Why can it not be him at all hours of the day? Always worshipped, always admired. Look at his talent, bask in it... but why do they all head the opposite direction? Could it be that... he’s losing relevance? No, it couldn’t be. And yet, that pain in his stomach simply won’t go away...

004.YEARNING – He has always had a habit of grabbing at things he can’t have. If he can’t have it, he only wants it more. Once he has it, he holds onto it as if he had been utterly fulfilled every which way.

005. RAGE  – Always seeing red, always wanting nothing more than to tear at those that denied him a chance at success. Claws that have grown over the years, from frustrated, suppressed anger that originated from the time he was born, perhaps. Now, they slash at whatever they can find; not enough to kill, but enough to leave a scar. A wound. A reminder that he was there once.

GREETINGS:

001. A sarcastic remark, a seemingly chatty man. He seems to have opinions on everything, no matter what the subject. He seems remarkably interested in you, but only insofar as to how involved you are in the subject at hand.

002. He offers you a half-smile. A laid-back appearance. Extends his hand to meet yours to greet you. When you shake his hand, you make note of how strangely callous his hands are. How cold they are, made even colder by the metal rings on his fingers that brush uncomfortably against your skin.

003. He pokes fun at you, makes jokes. But they’re never meant to necessarily harm you. That would be rude, oh no. He can be a bit much, but he only means to make you laugh. But there’s still a strange distance to him. You can’t seem to penetrate him, necessarily - no matter how you may retort. But maybe, if you say something right on point at the right moment, he might just remember you.

004. After an exciting conversation, he asks for your number. Or your contact details. Anything to potentially arrange another meeting down the line. It’s a sign that you’ve attracted his attention in some way. Maybe he’ll contact you down the line.

005. Perhaps, after some time of meeting, if you’re lucky, he’ll show you his genuine smile rather than his half-smile. Right then, you realize that the man you met way back when may actually have more secrets than you could have ever comprehended - if his smile was fake, what else is fake?

COLOURS:

001. Pitch black, of course - the color of choice for the ex-goth.

002. Crimson red, the color of beating hearts and throbbing flesh.

003. Forest green, the color of D.’s forest before it began to rot as a consequence of his deteriorating psyche.

004. Murky blue, the color of the ocean at midnight as the moon is hidden in the Los Angeles smog. It seems endless the more he looks into it.

005. Earthy brown, the color of Annie’s sweater the night she vanished into the darkness forever.

SCENTS:

001. A consistent reek of cigarette smoke on his clothes, his breath, his every word.

002. A faint scent of hair gel and mousse - faintly applied, to keep his hair as voluminous as possible.

003. The equally as faint trace of after shave after he’s taken care of himself. Though there is a stronger smell of hair dye, as he obsessively covers every white hair that may emerge on his head.

004. The strong smell of permanent marker, inking pens, and lead from his furious sketching.

005. Then, there’s his own natural smell - cinnamon mixed with a musty pine; it’s a bit like the smell of a forest filled with pine trees after a heavy rain. Overwhelming, powerful, and stuffy.

CLOTHING:

001. Three skull rings on each hand, on your index, middle, and ring fingers. It’s perfect symmetry, and they shine against whatever light might hit it. But they are always so very cold to the touch.

002. Black, black, and more black - but the occasional muted green or brown enters the palette. Never any colors brighter than those, however - it would be far too much of an eyesore for someone like him.

003. Three gold and black earrings on the top of his ears. Again, symmetry is key. Keeping that image of control and collection is exactly what he wishes above all things; that alternative look.

004. Combat boots, black and laced up to the top. They’re impeccably buffed and shined, though the soles look a little worse for wear. It must be all the walking he does at night when sleep simply won’t come.

005. Baggy shirts and sweaters, occasionally dress shirts, that hide his figure. He’s disproportionate, far too thin; the longer the clothes, the better he can hide how odd and lanky he truly is from his point of view.

OBJECTS:

001. His drawing tablet, always sketching something idly while at home and daydreaming. There are hundreds of random sketches collected on the pages, though some consistencies are quite visible if one took a closer look. 

002. His collection of various statuettes and figurines. He has placed them in detolfs for everyone to see, fawn over, and be amazed by. If anyone so much as looks incorrectly at his more precious ones, he will have a close eye on them in fear that they will somehow break merely by being looked at.

003. Signed copy of one of the few produced vinyl records of Oingo Boingo’s Forbidden Zone hanging on his wall. It’s framed, and he’s very proud of it! Often shows it off, in fact. He’s a big fan of theirs.

004. A safety deposit box filled with his biggest secrets - specifically a thumb drive filled with Annie’s e-mails to him. He backed them up there so he can read them on occasion and not have people discover them on his actual computer - he’s quite the paranoid man.

005. Post-its on the walls of his workroom. There is literally no more space for plaster, only post-its of notes and ideas that he has while he conducts research for his next project.

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. OBSESSIVENESS - Look at him, so utterly fixated on someone who will never love him back. But what he feels isn’t love, oh no. It’s rather a completely unhealthy adoration and veneration of someone he felt understood him. But it is arrogant, of course, to assume that you are so complex as to feel as if there are only a select few who understand you ( in his very unfortunate case ). He has gone to horrific lengths to keep tabs on Annie, and does so as covertly as possible. Nowadays, he uses his intelligence to fuel his obsessive tendencies.

002. LYING - Covers the truth up with layers and layers of sarcasm and lies so that he, or rather his true self, can never be discovered. The result is that he keeps people in a web of extremely elaborate deception, the likes of which they can never escape. But there are cracks in the facades occasionally, they just have to be found.

003. COVETING YOUTH - He is so obsessed with youth that he cannot handle anybody or anything maintaining the status that he had when he was their age (20s, in other words). He especially applies it to himself, though no amount of primping and covering up the blemishes on his face can ever erase the fact that he’s slowly growing crow’s feet around his eyes, made even worse by the bags under them - and my, they’re growing a fine mixture of blue and purple, like fresh bruises.

004. UNWARRANTED SELF IMPORTANCE - He is completely self centered, and thinks of the entire world on his own terms. This is how he’s been wired ever since he can remember, and he always puts himself and his survival first. He makes friends and connections based on this principle, and has a great amount of pride because of this. It is unfortunate, but it is one of his biggest flaws and ultimately what has led him down the slippery slope to irrelevance and isolation.

005. LACK OF EMPATHY - On top of being self involved, he struggles to feel for the plight of others. In fact, it can be said he struggles to feel much of anything, as he worries far more for his current predicament rather than for the difficulties of those in his life. He will only assist or even understand if he can relate in some way from personal experience, or if it benefits him and his career. There is very rarely an instance he will help someone or something because he feels it is the right thing to do.

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. The aforementioned half-smile - the Jonathan trademark, something he has rehearsed ever since his career started to take off. Perhaps even before then, while he was still in high school. It is boyish, youthful, playful - and it is always followed by a sarcastic or joking remark.

002. Hands in pockets - The sign of deceit, hiding something, keeping his distance from you. He is very secretive at all times, and often feels uncomfortable in social situations, and feel better as long as he has his hands in his pockets. That said...

003. Wild gesticulations - When passionately discussing something, he has a tendency to make hand movements of all kinds. Circling his hands, stretching his arms out, pointing, doing anything and everything to get his point across. He becomes expressive in a rather charismatic way. It’s truly odd, considering how often he keeps his hands in his pockets.

004. Hunched over - Slouching half the time, his true height is hidden by this decision to constantly look as if he’s three inches shorter than he is. Rather it is a symptom of his insecurity over his appearance ( he does think he’s weird looking to begin with ), or from a life of leaning over a desk, he certainly rarely stands up straight.

005. Leaning on his right foot versus the left - When standing, and talking to someone, he always puts all his weight on his right foot, and leans to that side. It’s his dominant side, and it gives him his lackadaisical appearance. This likely helps people approach him in many ways.

AESTHETICS:

001. BIOMECHANICS. - Feeling flesh on metal is one of the most skin-crawling sensations, but Jonathan is fascinated with it. He draws it, he lives and breathes it, one of his favorite films of all time is Tetsuo: The Iron Man. Not because he himself would want to put metal on his body, but the very idea is where he believes humanity is headed in the next decade or two. Biomechanics, while cold, is something that gives Jonathan some sense of comfort - that there is a way to marry technology and flesh. Maybe he, too, can be a biomechanical humanoid - so he fantasizes.

002. GOTH ( AS IT SHOULD BE ). - A goth since his teen years, Jonathan knows the fashion and subculture inside and out; or at least, he did once. Though an ex-goth from his early 30s, he still maintains some interest in the culture all the same. He may have stopped dying his hair and wearing “goth” accessories and clothes, but he enjoys the lifestyle and still generally keeps it close to his heart. Just don’t call him Goth Bomb.

003. BODY HORROR. - Flesh mutating and intermingling with itself, a David Cronenberg nightmare that he experienced firsthand in his own dreams. Eyes in places they shouldn’t be, hair where it should never grow... the list goes on and on. It, like biomechanics, sends chills running up and down his spine in a way that excites him. Perhaps he is like Tetsuo, a man who finds a grotesque fascination in manipulating the flesh with the unnatural. But in this case, it’s how naturally manipulation can occur without the introduction of foreign objects, to word it somewhat scientifically...

004. SCI-FI HORROR. - The darkness of space, it’s vastness. It’s quite horrifying, the more he thinks about it. But it’s exciting too. All the possibilities that lie in the stars, all the worlds he could visit as someone quite tired of Earth... but what horrors await behind each planet, each moon, even within each star? They would simply jump at the chance to devour an unimportant human whole, and Jonathan is unsure if he wants to take that chance. All the same, he dreams of that world, hoping that one day he may get to experience it - but, perhaps, from a distance. 

005. DEEP COLORS IN CINEMATOGRAPHY / CHIAROSCURO. - Intense lighting, mood lighting, anything that brings out the terror or intensity of a scene is something Jonathan imitates in his works. By deep colors, it is meant that he adores the use of intense reds, blues, and purples in cinema - these often pop up in his work as mood lighting for his set pieces. They signal to him a fantasy world that is not our own. Chiaroscuro simply refers to the film noir technique that he grew to adore from a young age. The harsh black against white, signalling mystery and evil lying behind every corner entranced that young and intelligent mind, sparked his terrified imagination to what monsters could hide in the faces of his favorite noir protagonists...

SONGS / PIECES:

001. montezuma ── fleet foxes 

002. little lennon ──   asian kung fu generation

003. sabertooth tiger   ──   cage the elephant

004. controller   ──   oingo boingo

005. dark entries  ── bauhaus

[crowsent]

lets recap shall we

first. traffic jam. actually no thats the second the FIRST is the youngest nephew kickin me in the arm while we were gettin in the car and that, ladies and gentlemen, is why the lil motherfucker will never be my favourite. so were in the car. the ac is broken. i almost pass out bc texas has this nasty habit of killin you if you have low heat tolerance and no ac bc god hates you ig not her fault. then theres the traffic jam. and then the brother in law who i still have not forgiven parks us 10 minutes away from where were supposed to go and we walk. with bags. heavy bags. up stairs. so that was fun

THEN comes this woman who i guess got her cat run over, her dog shot, her kid failin every subject at once, her husband cheatin, her mother ferretin all her money like a lil squirrel and her sister sellin her house bc holy FUCK did she stare me down like i desecrated the grave of her ancestors. oh and she jus tells me “whenever youre ready” without tellin me what the FUCK im supposed to do so we jus stand there. awkwardly. me lookin at her with increasin nervousness and confusion and her lookin at me with murder in her eyes and homicide in her hands and if someone else hadnt told me to take off my mask so she can confirm my id i would have NO FUCKIN IDEA what the HELL she wanted like. bro. use your goddamn words. i dont read minds

yalld think that was the worst. right? nah. NAH. the worst is this fuckin woman who is more than old enough to know better but apparently shoved her attitude along with her professionalism in the same bag and threw it into the sea bc this bitch just. fuckin. let her hands wander in places where they should not. and she was very fuckin creepy. so. yay. great. wonderful. amazin.

then i have an anxiety attack which is completely understandable bc. i mean. bitch

uhhhhh the coffee was bad, the plane was bad, the organisation of the boardin process was abysmal, there were TWO thats right TWO FUCKIN CHILDREN behind my seat that thought they were hotshot drummers and also coincidentally thought their feet were hands and my seat were drums. oh and of course the light is brighter than the sun bc of course i should be rendered blind in this trip

so we land. the arrival process is even worse. there were signs everywhere that lead to nowhere and nothin and quite possibly THE worst drivers i have ever had the misfortune of layin my eyes upon

but then youd think “ah salt, the worst has come to pass. you can now rest at a nice room and forget you have problems and also nearly passed out in an airport bc you hyperventilated so much you blacked out for a few seconds” and i happily inform you that youre wrong

the hotel is a hot mess thrown in a flamin dumpster thrown into a compactor that is ALSO on fire. the bottom floor is just casino. i call it “if i had epilepsy i would have fuckin died” like. i know casinos are meant to be flashy but. are red/green flashes that alternate so quickly i felt nauseous jus lookin in its general direction REALLY the best colour choice here? the parkin is 2 continents away. the check in process so laborious it would have been possible for me to resurrect a fuckin dinosaur from a puddle of oil before the receptionist got their shit together

worst of all i think is the air

from the moment we landed

all i smell is cigarette smoke

[suhsexual]

Transfer (Request)

Request: hi, requests are open, right?? can i request a scenario where {y/n} is a new student and the teacher has mark give her a tour around the school, but she's so clumsy (aka tripping/almost running into lockers) bc she thinks mark is really cute? thank you ^^

Mark x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This was rlly cute to write honestly, idk if it's actually any good, but I had fun writing it :')

You felt your hands start to shake as you neared the classroom, gripping so tightly to your bag straps that your knuckles started to turn white. You bit onto the inside of your cheeks as the PA of the principle suddenly halted in her stride, pushing the door open to what you could only assume was your classroom.  

You wouldn't have been so nervous if everyone wasn't already in their classes, which meant that your had to stand in front of your new peers  and awkwardly introduce yourself. The sheer thought of doing that made you feel sick. You weren't exactly the most extroverted person in the world, nor were you the most introverted; you were somewhere in the middle and different situations had totally different effects on you.

Having to stand in front of a large group of people and talk was one of the situations where you'd much rather throw yourself off of a building.  

You tentatively walked in, watching your step; with your luck you'd trip and fall and make a huge show of yourself within the first minute of meeting your new classmates. The PA announced to the class that you were a new student and that ultimately left a slightly sour expression on your face as her voice grabbed everyone's attention; all eyes were on you.

"Crap!" You seethed as you felt your thigh hit the corner of one of the desks at the front of the room. You tried to ignore the throbbing pain and the muffled giggles of some of your classmates as you composed yourself and continued to walk over to where the teacher was standing; head lowered in embarrassment attempting to conceal the dusting of pink on your cheeks.

The teacher gestured for you to face the others, hinting at you to introduce yourself.  

"I'm Y/N.. I just moved here and I hope to settle in well." You pushed through the fear of speaking to everyone and once you finished you quickly rushed over to one of the spare desks at the edge of the room. You felt a few eyes following you as you sat down; letting out a small sigh, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you leant on the desk.  

You could tell that day was going to be a long and painful one. Having to sit by yourself at lunch and having to find your way around the school by yourself; trying to navigate the vast amount of corridors and classrooms in a bid to get to your next class – in which you would have to introduce yourself again – you just wanted the first day to be over already.

It was still your first class of the day, but the warm sunlight outside grasped your attention away from the monotone voice of your teacher that had been dragging out for the entire lesson, detecting a slight breeze outside seeing the bare branches of the trees swaying ever so slightly. Your eyes wandered to the large clock that sat above the door, it gave you a perk of energy when you saw you only had ten minutes left. Little did you realise that the same monotone voice that had been drilling into your ears for the past fifty minutes was calling your name.

"Y/N."  

"Oh! Sorry.."

"Did you hear what I just said?" She stared at you expectantly, replying with a small shake of your head. "I said, you will be shadowing Mark for today until you get your own timetable."  

You were lost with who she was referring to until she gestured to the boy with a head of platinum blonde hair who was sat at the desk next to you, he held your gaze with his soft and charming eyes and offered a small smile which emphasised the adorable apples of his cheeks.  

You were trying your best not to blatantly gawk at his perfectly structured face, but you were going to openly admit; it was hard not to.  

"I-erm, okay.." You became completely lost in thought as you felt his eyes on you. You just knew you were going to embarrass yourself that day.

The bell rang through out the corridors and within the blink of an eye, the entire class had disappeared; the only person left besides yourself, was Mark.

“Well.. let's get going I guess.” You noticed his attempt at trying to be as friendly as possible – even though it came off as slightly awkward – you truly appreciated it.  

You both exited the classroom together and started walking down the corridor, people giving you odd looks and you swore you even saw the odd glare here and there from a few girls, but you didn't understand why they were eyeing you up and down with a hint of anger in their eyes.

“So, where are you from?” You could tell he was trying to create small talk in a bid to tear away from the lingering silence that plagued you both at you continued to walk down the corridor.  

“______, my mum got a job here so we had to move.”

“Well, don't worry. I was the new kid a few years ago, I know how tough it can be. I moved here from Vancouver.” You saw him hesitate, as if he were debating on whether or not to say something else. You waited for what seemed like minutes but was merely seconds. “I-I’m always here to help. Because, you know, I-I found it really hard too, so I can sympathise- I mean er, empathise with you..? Is that the right word?”  

You couldn’t hold back the hearty little giggle that you were trying to contain. He was too pure and sweet. The way he tripped over his words and how sincere they were was endearing to you.  

The doe-eyed boy looked at you slightly confused. He awkwardly laughed along as a tint of red stained the apples of his cheeks; running a hand through his platinum locks coyly.  

Once you composed yourself, you looked at him with a wide smile.

“Thank you, Mark.. it means a lot.”

“No problem.” He returned the smile, but his time he showed off his perfectly uniformed teeth, causing your heart to swell in your chest.  

You never knew a crush could develop so quickly, you had only know him for about twenty minutes, yet you felt giddy whenever he smiled. God help you for the rest of your time at that school.

-

It was finally lunch and you were ready to devour the food you brought with you.  

You practically clung to Mark in each lesson up until lunch; nothing changing once the bell rang.

As you headed towards the canteen, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist.

“I go to the library for lunch. To be honest, we shouldn't eat in there but the librarian likes me. So she lets me get away with it.”  

“You want me to sit with you at lunch?” You were kind of surprised; expecting him to be happy to finally get rid of you.

“Yeah? Is that a bad thing?” Once again, he was completely confused; he looked like a deer in headlights as he didn't understand why the idea was so shocking to you.

“No no- yeah I'll sit with you.” He smiled, yet again, and started to walk down a set of stairs and you followed closely behind.

You didn't notice that you were staring at him as he walked in front of you and you missed the last step, causing you to trip and go flying across the floor.  

“Oh my god are you okay?!” A tinge of worry in his voice as he helped you up.

“Yeah..” You let out a small sigh and slumped your shoulders in defeat. “I'm just a really clumsy idiot.” You laughed slightly, feeling quite pitiful.

"Correction, a really clumsy and cute idiot." You could tell by the look on his face that whatever surge of confidance took over him to be able to say that to you, almost immediately disappeared. His eyes widened slightly, just realising what he had said; a look of shock on his face. His cheeks flared a bright pink as he started to play with the hem of his jumper. He collected himself and cleared his throat, "We don't have long for lunch so lets go..."  

He sped off ahead of you and you were lingering behind him, completely dumbfounded Though, you couldn't miss this golden opportunity to toy with him.  

"Wait, what was that Mark? I don't think I quite got that." You teased as you caught up to him, looking up at him with a cheeky smirk etched onto your face.  

"Nothing."  

"Are you sure? I swore I heard the word cute."  

"Shut up Y/N." He couldn't hold back the smile on his face no matter how hard he tried to fight it, your giddy self distracting him for his embarrassing moment.  

"Well, sorry to break it to you, but you're going to have to out up with this everyday for the next few years. You think you can handle that?" You joked, only playing with the idea of him being with you everyday.

"I think I can handle that." He looked at you and smiled. You swore you saw his eyes light up at the thought, but you put that down to you just imagining things.  

Little did you know that he meant what he said. He was happily willing to spend everyday with you. 

That day was completely different than most other days; it seemed brighter and more colourful than usual. He was convinced it was you who made it that way.  

[nieloxychen]

outer worlds is not a very long game, but im having a lot of fun with it

love the companions (except vicar max and sam, dont really care about them too much)

the combat is actually fun, which like i dont usually like it as much as the story? but it seems for now, that as much as i like the story, unless i take a radicly different path, there isnt much difference?

(but also i havent really wanted to play as anything but a big ol anticapitalist anarchist so i usually make the same decisions)

i only started to really play with the time dilation and companion abilities in my third playthrough

flaws are always fun, but since i havent really used time dilation and companion anilities? i havent had any use for the extra perk points i get from them? though captain break-a-leg is my attempt to accept every single flaw - and its actually fun so far!

i personally never felt like the anti-corporations points are supposed to be jokes, apart from like “haha,, oh god they just say the silent part out loud”

though im so sick of the brand jingles fucking everwhere, and ppl being like “wait! before i forget! heres a fucking jingle”

ive only played on the small screen  so far, and everything looks a bit smushed? i do prefer the brighter colours over the new vegas colour scheme

though in general, im not sure if outer worlds could ever take the same kind of space new vegas has for me... ig well see, since nv had like 3 story dlcs, and outer worlds has 1 that ive heard of so far

i dont think there is a good comparison regarding the content to be made (since nv has been out for years and has additional stories that i never knew it without?) and i mean the only reason im making the comparison is bc i heard how its a spiritual successor or sth to new vegas

im not sure if that came across to me? but i also can see the similarities i guess

its a fun game, though i would advise against buying it on the switch i think (at least not yet, its pretty fucking expensive for what it is)