#franklin gothic medium

[glittergroovy]

Back To Black - Amy Winehouse

[rreskk]

Yo, found your account off of tiktok and I’m loving it :P anyways, I’m here for a matchup (◉‿◉ ) /no pressure/

Appearance:

✮Tall gurl (5’10) ✮Chubby pear shape build ✮Medium length blue-silver ish hair ✮Think gothic skater~ Dark messy makeup, big jackets, tight pants, big boots and leg warmers, lots and lots of jewelry, beanies  ✮I look like a burnout, what more is there to say ✮This may be unnecessary~ But I am like ALL ass, not complaining, it’s always the first thing people say

Interests:

✮Graffiti ✮Video games ✮Partying ✮Drums ✮Embroidery (It’s a guilty pleasure) ✮Used to go to shows but the scene is kinda dead rn :/ ✮My music taste consists of Rob Zombie, Korn, Slipknot, ICP, Deftones, Kendrick Lamar

Personality, facts and such:

✮I’m def an extrovert, I also kind of love fighting. I mean like the drama of it all, what's not to love? People say I’m like secretly smart, but I’m pretty sure I’m just a dumb stoner ;p I’ve been described as pretentious but like, who likes posers?? Not me~

✮I was raised in rainy, cloudy WA but I’ve always dreamed of living in Chicago and starting a band with my sister. I never really dreamed of making it big though, like if I got famous I think I would smash my drumset ;) Anyways, right now I’m working to become a mechanics apprentice. Nothing better than being the car chick~~

I think that’s all! Luv ur account! Have an amazing day~!

//hope i'm doing this right...

You’re most compatible with… FRANKLIN CLINTON!!

Straight of the bat, you give me this wild girl west-coast skater girl vibe, and it’s giving. Franklin likes some familiarity when it comes to romantic relationships. He likes someone who knows the ins and outs of certain hobbies he may grow up with (skating, music, video games). He likes himself a chill “home-girl” who knows what’s up when it comes to having great taste in music and smashing skills when it comes to making music as well. You are someone he can easily bond with, not to mention his preference for thicker, curvy builds as well.

Mentioning this, Franklin adores your sense of style and overall energy. It enlightens him. From spending the day with two burnt out criminals, it’s relaxing to settle down with your chill vibes and maybe, just maybe hit that weed together… or work on his car. And the moment he found out you liked cars, his marriage bells were ringing. He was immediately imagining a wedding ring on that finger. He prefers a girl with a sense of her own style and hobbies. He loves a girl who doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty with dirt and oil, so you really suit his vibe.

[preseriesdean]

this is so gorgeous: preseriesdean(.)tumblr(.)com/711355065605193729/the-way-you-two-keep-sacrificing-yourselves-for?source=share can i ask what fonts you used? also how did you get that cool distortion on the text on the first gif?? i'm obsessed with the style!!

thank you so much, this made me so happy 🥺

fonts used for this are franklin gothic medium condensed + la distorsionada

for the text distortion in the first gif: select your text layer and type ctrl+t (or cmd+t if you're on mac, i think) and click on this icon in the top bar that appears:

i chose the "warp: wave" option but a similar effect would be "flag" - if you play around with it you'll see the difference :) click on the little square that should appear somewhere in the center of your text layer and drag it up and down however you like (clicking the icon to the right of the cogwheel in the top bar also allows you to do it horizontally)

doing it this way, you can still edit the text after transforming, but the warp options are slightly limited. if you want to do more detail work you have to rasterize the text layer (right-click + "rasterize type"; i always recommend duplicating the layer first). once you've done that and go back into transform mode you'll find a slightly different grid; the warp will be set to "custom" and you can pretty much drag everything everywhere you'd like :)

i assume you have some photoshop knowledge already but feel free to dm me if you have questions 💕

[riverennn]

haii what typeface would you pick to represent each of your ocs? i need this for smth please (^◕.◕^)

oop missed this.. hope you didn't need it soon lmao

i'll just pick some random fonts i have downloaded

River - Gotham ig?

Oaken - Bahnschrift Semibold

Jesse - Franklin Gothic Medium

Autri - MV Boli

Toxica - Andy Bold

Psychic - Cascadia Code

Myth -Palatino Linotype

Fear - October Crow

[royalarmyofoz]

franklin gothic medium by beloved

[rockygee]

Final Pitch Deck

I changed the font from Franklin Gothic Medium to Futura to be consistent with my final design and added a low opacity background as to make it less boring to look at but still clean.

[mrallnight57-blog]

Epilog of The Crystal of Mordokia

After the events at The Gothic Lights compound. A lot has happened. First off, there was a full scale investigation. The police in the D.C. area had never seen a blood bath on this scale before.

A lot of mystery was left behind on how certain people died. Cops were still trying to figure out how one Punk Rocker got embedded into the front of the building, and none could come close to figuring out the circumstances behind the death of Mr.Tucker. Even the death of Travis Marko a.k.a. Gothic Mirror was a mystery. From all perspectives. Travis's body was completely healthy. There was no clear cause of death. It was like he just stopped living.

Witnesses were no help either. All the people who were there that night had agreed not to say anything about Billbo or Litias. Not even Jenny. In fact the only explanation given is that the Gothic Lights and The Punk Rockers started to fight each other, and it ended with them killing each other.

Jenny believed this was for the best. There was no reason to mention Billbo, or Litias, because there was nothing that could be done about them anyways. They were gone, and even if Litias chose to stick around. There would be no prison to hold her. Even if there is a special prison for Cosmic Children. Jenny believed Litias would not be in it for long. There is a huge difference between a person with powers, and a god like being. If anyone ever did find away to capture her. They better pray she never gets free.

Jenny was also keeping tabs on Sherrie through Facebook. The two were friends on there. Sherrie tended to post a lot of pictures of her and her new friends. It seems Katey, Matt, Franklin, and Samantha all gave up on the Gothic lifestyle, and along with Sherrie, are now doing a lot better in school. Jenny was proud of all of them.

Three months had passed since the events at the compound, and once again Jenny had found herself in front of the building. This time she had no intention of going inside. The building was condemned, and even though the police and paramedics did their best cleaning up the corpses. The building was still a blood stained mess.

Jenny made her way around the back of the building. There was an alley back there wide enough for a single vehicle to pass through at a time.

Jenny propped herself up against the wall of the compound and waited five minutes. That's when a small red Ford Ranger pick up arrived. Jenny watched as a medium sized man stepped out of his truck. He stood about 5'7, and was slightly husky. He wore a red T shirt, blue jeans, and glasses. He also was wearing a very generic pair of tennis shoes.

The man took a couple steps towards the bed of his truck, so he could see Jenny better. Then he asked. "Are you Captain Jenny Ramirez with the F.B.I.?"

"Yes I am." Jenny replied. Jenny had recently gotten a promotion. After it was discovered her supervisor had been up to some shady activity. He was also dead.

The man went back to the cab of his truck, and grabbed a folder from under his seat. Then he slammed his door, and began walking around his truck to make it over to where Jenny was standing.

The man extended his hand. "I'm Stan Maverick. It's nice to meet you."

Jenny reached out and shook his hand. Stan wasn't anything at all like she imagined. Stan was the leader of the vigilantes in Texas. She had expected a Muscle bound brute who was sporting a cowboy hat with cowboy boots.

The two shook hands, and got down to business. Jenny grabbed the folder and began flipping through it. "So is this everything I need to know about the organization that funded the Gothic Lights?"

Stan smiled. "It's everything I want you to know." I don't normally work with the government."

Jenny raised an eyebrow, and continued going through the folder. She stopped when she saw a picture of the Punk Rockers' leader. "The incident in Chicago. Did you have anything to do with that?"

Stan shook his head. "No. That was someone else."

"Where is The Punk Rocker now?" Jenny asked. "He disappeared after he was arrested."

"He's been delt with." Stan replied. "Don't worry about him."

Jenny gave Stan a disapproving look. Then flipped to the next page in the folder.

That's when she saw a picture of Zachary Davis. Jenny grabbed the picture and showed it to Stan. "What can you tell me about this man!?!"

Stan kept his cool. "I say he is no longer a concern for you as well."

Jenny looked at Stan and thought, now is the time to play her trump card. "What about the demon Trylon?

Stan's eyes grew wide. He knew Zachary Davis was wanted by the F.B.I., but only a few people knew about Trylon The Demon. This caused Stan to ask a question of his own. "What makes you think there was a Demon?"

Jenny smiled. "A friend told me."

Stan gave Jenny a quizzical look. "This friend of yours. Would you say there from out of town?"

Jenny smiled again. "Let's just say there on their way home."

Stan nodded. "Maybe we are on the same team after all. Tell you what. Here in a month or so. I could probably get you some more information."

"That would be appreciated." Jenny replied.

Stan began walking back to the driver's side of his truck. Then as he walked, he yelled out. "If your city ever has a power outage, give me a call." Stan stopped and stared at the Gothic Lights former compound. A building that no longer had any running electricity.

Suddenly Jenny saw light coming out of all the windows. The power had some how been restored to the building. This nearly left Jenny speechless.

Stan began walking back to the driver's side of his truck again. He yelled out. "In some circles I'm known as The Electrical Phantom."

Jenny watched as Stan got into his 2010 Ford Ranger. The moment he sat in his seat. The engine started, with out him even using the key. It looked like he was about to leave. Instead he backed up, and his passenger window rolled down. "Then he looked at Jenny and asked. "You were a cop in Roswell New Mexico. Right?"

Jenny nodded, and Stan continued. "Well you maybe interested in knowing that the group who funded The Gothic Lights originated in Roswell New Mexico. There leader was wanted for both arsen and kidnapping. I hope this information can be useful to you.

Jenny jaw was about to drop to the ground. She wanted ask Stan a ton of questions, but before she could. The window on the truck went up, and he drove away.

Jenny was lost in thought. Could this be the mother fucker who killed her sister, and brother in law? The asshole who kidnapped her nephew.

Before she could ponder on it more. She noticed a black and white cat walking across the alley. Jenny eyes widen. "It can't be."

Jenny slowly approached the cat. Expecting it to run away. To her surprise it didn't. In fact it had stopped moving, and began waiting on her.

Once she got to the cat. She noticed it had a very fancy collar, and on the tag it said Elvira.

Jenny picked the cat up, and began petting it. The cat didn't even try and fight her. It was almost as if the cat belong to her. It even began purring as she held it close.

As Jenny pet Elvira. She felt the presence of something else. She looked around and saw nothing. Then she looked at Elvira who was looking up at her.

Jenny held the cat close. She still felt like something was watching her. It was like she was still feeling Litias energy, but had no idea where it was coming from. That's when she smiled, and yelled out to the heavens. "You better hurry back Litias! I got your cat!!!"

[digibetadeck]

NO,

MY COMING OUT LETTER HAS TO BE IN ATKINSON HYPERLEGIBLE WITH A TITLE IN EITHER ALTE HAAS GROTESK OR FRANKLIN GOTHIC MEDIUM CONDENSED WITH IMAGE SUBSCRIPT IN TIMES NEW ROMAN ITALIC

*puppy transfem growling*

Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is simple:

Be normal about fonts

[glittergroovy]

Back to Black • Amy Winehouse

[justlyrics]

“First Week” by Vera Blue

[mandoposting]

@itsjml @parkotedarasuum i blame both of you for this

[sillyandquiteawkward]

just for you <3 font is franklin gothic medium condensed blurred with an outer glow

anyway the funny bit is that i keep forgetting to save a clean version of sisters face so i just keep going back to the last edit and coloring over that and then slap the text on. and then forget to save a clean version again. her face is slowly getting more and more painted over.

[yangsmash]

[insp.]

[everlarkedalways]

Catching Fire & Mockingjay

[apocalypseresources]

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[yoestuveaquiunavezfrases21]

235- Quiero recuperar la escritura sobre el papel. Ver como el trazo del lápiz se desliza sobre la textura armónica de la hoja y deja impreso algo más fuerte que las palabras: la personalidad de quien esgrime el noble instrumento.

Deseo profundamente volver a disfrutar el perfume de la madera que destila un block o un cuaderno. Recibir una carta manuscrita, que empieza a estimular sensaciones ni bien tocas el sobre y que se continúan cuando sacas la carta del interior y vas identificando al remitente por la cursiva o por los capiteles de las mayúsculas.

Escribir a mano te obliga a esmerarte para dejar el trazo impreso, un error grosero te obliga a volver a escribir todo. La caligrafía desnuda tu corazón. El rulo de la C debe ser una corchea sangrante de pasión y las oraciones deben gusanear en sintonía sobre el papel, dibujando una coreografía de baile que mueva los ojos al ritmo que marca el autor.

El acto mental convertido en acto manual. El cerebro ordenándole a la mano: escribí “te quiero”; no, táchalo, pone “te amo”; no mejor “no puedo vivir sin ti”. Y la mano, obediente, se desliza acariciando la hoja, gozando el roce inmaculado entre la carne y el papel.

Me gusta escribir a mano en días de lluvia. Mientras el cielo llora su letanía, aumenta el fervor de las palabras por salir, por exponerse a desandar el juego más seductor que propone la letra: dibujarse para quedar grabada hasta el final de los tiempos.

Si, un día de lluvia es ideal para hacer patinar el trazo manual sobre la hoja pasiva, porque el clima empuja los sentidos y los lleva a límites difíciles de controlar. Y para escribir hay que perder el control, dejar que la mano se divierta como mejor se sienta. Un día de lluvia hace brotar cosas que están adormecidas; todo está grácilmente permitido. 

Que feo es acostumbrarse a escribir en la pantalla de la computadora. Ahí no puedes dibujar tu propia letra, porque alguien ya lo hizo por ti, don Arial, don Helvética o don Trebuchet. O don Franklin Gothic Medium, un copetudo de doble apellido.

Escribir es gratificante y terapéutico. El frío y la nieve contados a mano alzada pueden ser más bellos que el calor y la playa. La vastedad del contexto, de cualquier decorado que las neuronas armen, te permite comprobar la grandeza y la pequeñez de la condición humana, lo inescrutable del destino, lo frágiles que somos en nuestra dependencia molecular, nuestro irracional surgimiento como especie dominante en un territorio sostenido en la nada.

Escribir traduce palabras tus estados de ánimo, disfruta tus alegrías y pena con tus tristezas, vive tus euforias, comparte tus sueños, está a tu lado, te escucha y se identifica con tus ideas. Agiganta la metáfora de sentirte pleno. De continuarte.

Es maravilloso releer y ver tu figura reflejada en el trazo. Es un dibujo de tu propio yo, de tu interior profundo, ese que muchas veces no sabías que habitaba tu cuerpo.

Y si no, que lo comenté un amigo: “Lo que me gusta es escribir, y, cuando termino, es como cuando uno se va relajando después del goce, viene el sueño y, al otro día, ya hay otras cosas que te golpean en la ventana; escribir es eso, abrirles los postigos y que entren”. Julio Cortázar, ¿te suena?