#the crayons are lynn's

[theloverofdragons]

“Today I thought we’d try something new; draw someone you admire.”

“Drawing?” Jaania folded her arms and raised her eyebrow at Warlic, who was standing before them holding sheets of paper and… “Are those crayons?”

“Well we only have one set of magically reinforced pens, and I was intending on giving those to Alex.”

“Makes sense,” Alexander nodded, taking a sip of his tea. “Although couldn’t you ask Cysero…wait nevermind I heard it as I said it.”

“I…okay fine, it’s worth a shot,” Jaania sighed. “One question though; why is Nythera here?”

“I like drawing. I’m allowed to like things.”

“Okay!” Warlic interrupted quickly, passing out the paper and crayons before a row threatened to brew. “No time limit or anything, just have fun.”

**** “Okay, time to see what everyone’s got,” Warlic stood up. “I’ll go first, I drew Lady Celestia. She was a good friend, and very wise, even when we were both younger, and has guided many heroes. Jaania, you’re next."

“I did Trèsjoli Louveteau, the First Lady of the Paladin Order. She stood up for what was right and made Lore a safer place, which is ultimately what we all want.”

“A good choice. Alex?”

“I drew Jaania.”

“Oh,” Jaania picked up the drawing as it to examine it closely, but mostly to hide her reddening cheeks. “Thank you Alex…”

“And finally Nythera…Nythera that’s a self portrait.”

“I am big enough to admit that I often admire myself.”

****

For @7yd1a who requested: villain rehab tower villain rehab tower is always good

[cursed-elo-images]

Facts

Drawing with crayons? Peak

Drawing THEM with crayons? Rubbing the wax against the imperfect representation of their face? Scraping off their flaws only to layer back on the so called flaws you see as truly beautiful? Blending the colors in their eyes? Messing up not paying attention to the drawing getting lost in the beauty of their face? Melting the wax colors together with your fingers? Now THAT is something else.

[perkqularkreashions]

Last Nice Guy in New York??

Part Two: Living with the Enemy

Prompt: YN is close friends with Peach, Annika, Beck, and Lynn. She doesn't fit into their circle, nor does she try to. Joe soon sets his sights on YOU, leading to a domino effect within Y/N's life.

Requested: YES | Requested are OPEN|

YN's POV

PEACHES grabbed my arm slightly; her eyes wandered over my face, and I thought I saw something in them other than narcissism and an inflated ego for a brief moment. They were soft, a look ventured across her features, and her touch was more delicate. “YN,” she calls out in a tone I barely recognized. She saw it. 

I retorted, “Peaches, I have to get going. I have this thing to do for class. But I will see you tonight.” She reluctantly nodded, pushing her lips together in a frown. She turned away, returning to our group of friends. Beck stared apologetically for a moment before turning away with them. Some days, I didn’t feel a part of the friend group; I didn’t live the same life they lived, nor did I want to fake it like Beck does. I couldn’t buy expensive jewelry or spend every day at a high-end coffee shop wasting 15 dollars on coffee and a bagel. I worked on campus as a TA/Tutor, allowing me to qualify for financial aid/assisted living, and being a single parent also helped secure those benefits.

The wind caressed my skin, and the smell of gasoline and pastries filled my nose—the loud chatter of the busy streets surrounded me. I pushed open the solid oak doors, the smell of baby powder, formula, and paper. I was thankful that the Daycare Center was on the third floor, away from prying eyes and judgmental glares. I tapped my toe gently in the elevator as I watched the numbers dance from 1 to 2 and dinging at 3. Hand-painted pictures scattered the walls, bringing life to the dull ward of the campus. Hand turkeys and finger-printed flowers. Photos of children with their names along with their likes and dislikes. I was then greeted by Jessica, one of the students in the Teaching Program –she smiled widely at me as she stood up for a hug. Her arms wrapped around me, her fragrance engulfed as she tried masking the smell of throw-up and other fluids. “Hey YN! Long time no see.” 

A responded with a bright smile, “I know you’ve been gone for some weeks. I think Rafi was starting to miss you too.” she laughed brightly with a toothy grin. She moves away from me, leaving me alone in the hallway. I move away from the receptionist's desk. I stare at the art, my finger dancing against the groves of the crayons and paint. I heard his soft babble; swiftly, I turned around and saw his bright, toothless smile. 

“It’s mama! Look, it’s mama,” she cooed, pointing her finger toward me. I smiled, adjusting my bag and taking him into my arms, momentarily kissing the corner of his head. The anxiety flushing away as he was safe in my arms. “He hasn’t been around the last month from what I heard; keep doing what you’re doing,” she comforts me, her hand resting on my shoulder. I nodded frantically as I moved away from her. 

The ride home was comforting; the soft sound of jazz filled my ears as the mild breeze ran through the enclosed back seat. Rafael slept peacefully in my lap, my fingers dancing against his ravenous locks. I despised that he looked like his father, from his button nose to the beauty marks that scattered his face and arms. He scrunched his face similarly to his father's when thinking or concentrating on a task. He wore a gold bracelet his mother gifted us when he was born. Says that all the men in their family must have one. I contemplated taking it off, but I never found the courage to.

“I’m thankful for him, you know — I am going to be a better father than my dad ever was.” He stared at him, his hand caressing his face, pressing gentle kisses on his skin. “You’re here,” he whispers, “Finally, here.”

“Ma’am, we’re here,” a voice cuts through my wandering mind. My eyes focused on the man in front of me. A sympathetic smile washed over his lips. 

I mumbled out a thanks before exiting the cab. I pressed the fob to the door, yanking it open as I hurriedly moved in. “Hey, YN!” an excited voice shouts out from the top of the stairs. Her feet paddle against the floor as she peaks over the guard rail. 

“Finally, you’re here! I have been calling out to you all evening!” she jumps in front of me as she smiles at Rafi. I move past her, fiddling my key in the keyhole as I push into the apartment. Her chocolate skin illuminated under the dim lighting in the apartment. Her hair pulled back into a slick ponytail that was loosened ever so slightly. “So, you have a date tonight?”

I laughed, tossing a look over my shoulder. 

“Come on, I’m 18 — practically an adult!” she plops down on the couch, tucking her legs underneath as she looks at me with frustration and curiosity. 

“It’s a party for a friend.” I laid Rafael down in the crib, moving all the blankets and toys I tossed in earlier this morning. “I don’t do dates, Nicole, we already spoke about this,”

She laughs, “You have a 7-month baby; you do more than date.” 

I scoffed in her direction, letting a smile hang on my lips. She giggles at me before her eyes move back to her phone. Her fingers were rapidly typing before her attention turned back to mine. “How’s Rafael’s dad doing?”

I stiffened as I moved to the closet, changing out of my clothes. Pulling on a simple dress, emerging from the closet, I posed slightly. “Approval?”

“Absolutely not,” she laughs, “What kind of party– it doesn’t even matter. We need to get you laid!”

“I don’t need to get anything, I just wanna look nice.”

“You can look nice and edible,” she laughs, “How about a little more boobies and less leg? Something to keep their mind wandering but begging for more.” I pulled out, a periwinkle dress, with a bit of cleavage and less leg; I brushed my hands down my hair, moving them behind my ear.

“Ta-da?” I hummed out, her eyes brightening as she offered me an excited smile. “Yes, now go find Rafael a step-daddy!” 

I roll my eyes, moving out of the apartment and waving her goodbye. She was a sweet girl, just graduated high school and looking for some work while she applied to universities. Her mom and dad are professors at Brown and thought it’d be a good idea to push her in the direction of teaching – in their words, “showing her responsibility through taking care of the lives of others. How the responsibility of molding a young mind can be beneficial.” 

Arriving at Peach’s house was always distasteful, the high-brow society looking down at me, seeing me as the new charity case for her to pick at and display. I didn’t fit into their society, no matter how often Peaches and Annika tried. “Beckalicious,” I heard over the roar of the chatter; she was usually so easily seen and heard no matter where she stood. 

“Is this Joseph?” her voice shrilled in disdain, her arm snaked around Beck with a feigned smile. I chuckled at her momentarily, before returning my attention to the trays of wine that moved about. 

“YN,” I heard a voice call out, a hand snaking around my waist and pulling me closer. I froze; the smell of champagne and cheese filled my nose. “I was hoping to run into you! I missed you!” I spun around seeing Liam Hastings; his hair pulled out his face as he wore a chestnut brown jacket with a navy blue button shirt, his chest slightly showing as he flashed me a smile. 

“It’s like after you broke up Rafael, you just fell off the face of the earth!” he shouts, his hand slapping against my shoulder as he swallows a nod. 

“Just wasn’t the crowd I wanted to be around,” I whispered; he tugged me closer. I clenched my hands, letting this reach his chest, trying to pry us apart. I could feel the air leaving me; my chest got tighter with every breath I took. 

“He looks for you, says— you know what he says to me. Keep an eye on you!” he drunkenly laughs; I yank myself away. I found myself, darting up the stairs and escaping to Peaches’s library. 

“I’m pregnant,” I cry out. Peach sank to her knees, her hand snatching at my wrist; she examined them momentarily. “I don’t want to have his baby! It was one night and I– I”

“Calm down, little dove, please. It hurts me to see you cry,” she whispers. I flinched away from her as she tried wiping the tears away. Realizing washes over her, her face turns cold as she studies me. “YN”

She called out my name; I didn’t have an answer, nor did I want to answer. “Y/N, Hello!”

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a soft voice called, “Hello.” I spun around. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, I'm sorry. I’m in my little world,” I chuckle, moving my hair behind my ear. I studied how his face was tightly wound together, his shoulder tense, and his brows furrowed with frustration and thought. I recognized him, the infamous Joe Goldberg that Beck had mentioned. “Joseph, right?”

He shakes his head, “Joe, just Joe.” he forces a smile on his lips. His eyes wandered to the bookshelf before back at me. 

“Well, Just Joe, I’m YN; I wish I could say we would meet under better circumstances, but–” I laughed momentarily, letting my head fall to my feet. “This is probably the best you’ll get.” He chuckles; it was lighthearted– it filled the air so gently. 

“Y/N…?” my name played on his lips. He repeated it a couple of times before silencing. “You’re one of Peaches's friends.”

“Don’t let her catch you saying that,” I laugh. “If she catches you humanizing her too much, she’ll lose her shit. She’s a cold-hearted bitch, but I love that about her.”

“Isn’t she your best friend?” He teased; for a moment, I thought, honest to God, she was everything I needed her to be. She was a cold and calculated bitch, but it didn’t change the fact that when she looked at me, I mean really looked at me… she saw me. Maybe that wasn't such a good thing.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I belong in her world,” I whispered. I begin to move past him; his hand grabs my upper arm. His touch was gentle and inviting. His thumb gently caressed my exposed skin, his eyes resting on my shoulder, and my breath caught in my throat. The noise drowned out, the soft hum of the music, the clanking of glasses, and the chatter of drunken adults. The expectations to be perfect melted away. The world slowly sunk around me. Our eyes finally met. 

Carefully, I whispered to him. “Enjoy the party, just Joe.” His grip loosened as the noise around us resumed. I was warped back into the party. 

Peaches watched me, her eyes dark and cold. Her hand yanked at my arm as she dragged me closer to her. A dark smile washed on her face. “I saw that.”

“Peaches, let it go,” I whispered; she yanked me closer to her. She scoffs lightly. "It was nothing."

“Stealing Beck’s boyfriend too.” Her words slurred slightly, her tongue tripping over the slight syllabus. Her eyes were red and hanging low; she took pills. “Do you realize how pathetic you look?” I stiffened, holding my head away from her. 

“Peach, leave it!” I whisper, my voice weakly danced away in the wind. 

“Just like how you stole Sophia’s boyfriend, you steal Becks lowly boy toy?” her voice growing louder, capturing everyone’s attention. Eyes shift, and the music decreases with each word that Peach spews. “Do you realize how you look? I am just trying to protect you!”

“Peach, please,” I begged.

“It’s like you’re trying to win a game that no one else is playing – what getting fucked once at my house isn’t enough?” Silenced washed over us; my throat stung as I watched her. My lips parted as I tried to find the words to combat her statement, to find something to make this seem like banter. My face grew hot, and all I could do was stare at her, tears falling against my cheeks freely and tickling my chin and chest. “YN-” she begins to stutter, her face contorting gently. 

“I have to go, Peach,” I whispered, ducking past her as I moved past the crowd. The fresh air slammed against my face, and I sucked in gently, trying to gather as much composure as possible. 

Fuck me and fuck her.

[bardace]

I really wanna get better at traditional art, so I drew Lynne from Ghost Trick with colored pencils, crayons, and a blue marker

also yes the finger guns are in reference to her being incapable of not getting shot

[thunderstruck9]

Lynne Drexler (American, 1928-1999), Untitled. Ink and wax crayon resist, sheet: 28 x 20 1/4 in.

[spooky-things-au]

First chapter is out! Woo! (Also posted here under the cut)

Spooky Things

Season 1. Beginning

Episode 1. The vanishing of Ross Lynn

Chapter 1. The basement kids

It was late evening of early November 2012, the sun has long since set and night has stepped behind the reigns over small town of Frightville. Street lights were brightening the streets of town with their weak, yet stable light, showing the last bits of recently passed Halloween decorations the few people still hadn't taken off.

The people were passing by, some going to switch on night shifts, some coming home from day's work... while some just wanted to have last bits of fun at local club before new work day next morning...

But as busy as those few people were, it could not compare the slightest to the commotion that was happening in the lonely mansion on far East of the town.

A person in red robe with many holes on hood ran through the twisted corridors deep underneath the town, trying to get away from... whatever was following behind them.

Soon enough, they reached the door, getting out buncy of keys out of pocket, starting to try find one from the door.

All while the sound of footsteps were getting closer... and closer...

Click!

The light seemed to flicker through one of holes, as the person pulled the door open.

They were ready to bolt through the corridor and put of the front door to the safety of outside world... when they realized the sound just... stopped. They could've sworn it was there just a moment ago. It was just around the corner! Where did it go?

Did it get tired of chasing them and went after somebody else?

But then, the person heard weird clicking noises to their side...

Needless to say it was the last thing they heard.

A crayon fell onto floor, before another one was picked up, with a small hand starteing to make first lines across snow white paper.

At seven years old, Wilbert Wonder was a normal child, really. He loved drawing, playing and getting on people's nerves, many also said he was very smart! Sure, some people would say he was lonely, but he never complained about that. He had his parents! (But they worked a lot) He had Grandpa! (But he was too old to really play with him) He had..!

Okay, he didn't really have friends his age. He wasn't exacly one to shy away, but other kids tended to avoid him for some reason (definitely not because he lead an army of stray cats to school once. Yep! Definitely not that!) BUT EITHER WAY. Will never took his lack of friends to heart.

His one friend was more than enough! Especially with who that friend was.

"Something is coming..." A voice started in so familiar mysterious manner, it had long since became part of his life. "Something hungry for blood..."

Will left his drawing supplies on the carpet, walking to the table. Susie was narrating yet another D&D compain with her friends. The four of them long since decided it should be Susie to do so. Mainly because she was a girl, which meant she wouldn't have her voice cracking in middle of narration.

Will stood by her side with wide eyes and bright smile. He could barely understand the rules of their game yet... but he liked hearing his sister telling these fantasy adventure stories they all were on. They were almost as good as the bedtime stories, their mom would tell them! (Almost.)

"A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness..." Susie continued her story, paying no mind to her brother. "It is almost here..."

"What is it?" Ross, one of boys and Susie's best friend, spoke first, he was sitting across the table from the siblings.

"What if it's the Demogorgon?" Roy smirked from right side of table.

"Oh, crap... we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgon..!" Robert's timid voice finished for them.

"It's not the Demogorgon." Roy replied, a bit annoyed with fourth's fright.

"An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!" Susie announced, pushing a couple of figures onto the board.

"Troglodytes?" Robert asked, surprised with this turn of events.

"Told ya~" Roy smirked once more, crossing his arms, when Robert made his confused face, making other two boys laugh.

Meanwhile, Susie was pulled down by Will, who whispered something in her ear. The girl's eyes widened and mischievous smirk crossed her face as she nodded. She then sat back straight up, letting Will climb onto her knees, so he could reach the table as well.

"Wait a minute!" She suddenly said, getting attention from her teammates. "Did you hear that? That... that sound?"

"Boom... boom..." Will joined in, bouncing excitedly on his seat. "BOOM!" The youngest yelled again, slamming the table with his small hands, before breaking into giggling.

He would often do that when they played. Again, he didn't grasp most of the rules yet, but the older kids always let him join in for sound effects. The boys were now again paying attention to them, when Susie went back to the story.

"That didn't come from the troglodytes..." She started to tell again. "No... that... That came from something else..."

Then, both siblings shared the look, as Susie reached for the figure, slamming it onto the board.

"The Demogorgon!" Both siblings exclaimed, which followed by groans from other three kids.

"We're in deep shit..." Roy whispered into his hand, preparing himself for the battle.

"Ross, your action!" Susie announced, looking to the raven-haired boy, who suddenly looked at her in shock.

"What!?" Ross asked.

"Fireball him!" Roy yelled to his friend.

"I'd have to roll a 13 or higher!" Ross argued back,

"It's too risky!" Robert added, before turning back to Ross. "Cast a protection spell!"

"We don't have time to be a pussy, Robert! Fireball him!"

"Cast Protection!"

"The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering!" Susie, a frown forming on her face, said again. "It stomps towards you!" The continued as yet another "Boom!" was heard from her brother.

Ross stayed in his chair, thinking over his next move. The monster was infront of them and, as the wizard of the team, it was his role to protect them from creatures like this... and now, his friends and team depended on him.

But despite the seriousness of their situation... Ross then found himself amused by the fight between other two boys. Roy was too impulsive, he was a textbook example of "fists first, brain later", as Susie loved to put it, while Robert was taking too long with deciding on things, trying to get the safest option, that often would be death of them, be that outside of the game.

So, he always thought it was the best course of action that role of wizard was given to him. He loved his character and . Over their fights on what to do next, they managed to distract each other enough for him to make his decision...

"I'm casting fireball!" Ross finally announced, preparing to roll the dice, before letting it fall onto the board.

But what he didn't mean to do was to throw the dice to hard, it flew over the board.

"Oh, shit!" Ross whispered to himself, as four older children got off the table. Susie sent Will back to his drawing, while she joined the boys to find the game piece.

All over the screaming of "Where is it!?", "Is it 13!?" and "I don't know!" a voice of an adult woman was heard from the upstairs. She was calling for Robert, who eventually managed to hear her over his friends' arguments. But only when she went down to the basement to check on them.

"Robert, your brother's here to pick you up." The woman said, looking between the five children and the chaos that was going on in her basement.

"Miss. Lila!" The four older kids whined, looking to their babysitter the woman.

"Please! We lost the dice and we're in the middle of a campaign!" Susie said for the boys, who went back to their chaotic search.

"You mean the end? You said you needed fifteen more minutes..." Lila continued, sighing out. Just like the kids, she didn't want this to end. She enjoyed watching the five of them for their parents... not to mention the children themselves were a great company...

It was too lonely to live alone.

"Please, Miss. Lila, twenty more minutes!" It was now Robert the one to plead for some extra time, pulling his best puppy dog eyes.

"Children, this is a school night." Lila said again. "Come on, it's already almost Becky and Will's bedtime." She sighed, gently putting hand around Robert's shpulder. "Come on, sweetie, you ca finish it next weekend..."

"But that'll ruin the flow!" The blonde boy continued to argue.

"Robert-"

"I'm serious, Miss. Lila! The campaign took two weeks to plan! How were we supposed to know it was gonna take ten hours?!"

That made the two stop in their tracks, as Robert covered his mouth, when a young adult man, very similar to Robert, came from around the corner. He was holding a little girl in his arms, already asleep.

"You’ve been playing for ten hours?" The man asked, rasing eyebrow.

"Rad!" Robert perked up at the sight of his older brother. "Do you think we could-"

"I think we should listen to Miss. Lila on this, Robert." Radford said, cutting his brother off. "Come on, Robin is waiting in the car."

Robert saddened, but sighed out, admitting his defeat. The shared look between four older kids, silently deciding to finish this session on finding the dice to learn what became of Ross' attack. The boys took up on themselves to do that, while Susie went to help Will get ready to go home.

"Dumb piece of junk..." Roy mumbled to himself.

"FOUND IT!" Ross yelled from across the room. "It's seven."

Robert made a face, hissing slightly on the sound of it. "Ouch."

"Well, Susie didn't see it. So it doesn't count." Roy shrugged, sneaking the leftovers of pizza into his bag.

Few minutes later, the five kids made their way into the front yard, where Roy's bike was. While there, Ross heard Rad talking with somebody on his phone.

"By the way, Rob, didn't your brother start to date somebody?"

"Yeah, this new guy..." The blonde boy crossed his arms. "Kevin P... something..." He frowned. "I don't like him, he's kind of a jerk..."

"Well, your brother can be one as well." Roy shrugged, getting a light hit from Susie. "Ow! Why!?" He looked back to him.

"He's not like this!" Robert stood on his brother's defense, still looking at his friend. "Remember, when he dressed as an elf for the Elder tree campaign?"

"It was before he went to college!" Roy argued back. "And that was... four years a-"

Roy stopped mid-sentence, when lights from around them blinked for a second.

"What?"

Then there was a honk from the car, making Robert sigh out and wave to his friends.

"Later, guys" He said, before going to his siblings.

Roy then followed the suit on his bike, towards his own house. It left Ross, Susie and Will together. They all lived in walking distance from Lila's house, so they always assured the older woman they didn't need help getting back home. While the youngest of three was talking about getting ice cream in way to their home, Ross decided to spill the beans.

"It was seven."

"Huh?" Susie, getting distracted from her brother, looked up to the raven-haired kid.

"The roll. It was seven..." Ross repeated, throwing his bag over his shoulder. "The Demogorgon got me." He explained, before offering the girl one last smile. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye..." Susie said back, before turning back to her brother.

The two bid their goodbyes for the evening, as they both went their separate ways towards their homes.

But little did they or Roy or Robert that this would be the last day of the lives as they used to know them...

@crossover-enthusiast @catsockpuppet @spookuzm @ferfbish @sunny6677 @momentokori @nottapossum

[rubykgrant]

OK, here's my pitch for a live-action "grown-up" PPG series (which should still not exist, but let's pretend for a minute~). It begins opening to a slow sunrise of- The City Of Townsville! We even hear the classic Narrator (still Tom Kenny, come on). We never fully see this narrator, but we do see the lower half of his face as he talks and describes what's happening in the city (think of the DJ, Lynne Thigpen, from Warriors or Mister Señor Love Daddy from Do The Right Thing). As the light brightens, people drive and walk around, going to work, and dropping off their at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten.

The screen shows a split of two different things happening simultaneously; one side is little kids putting their backpacks in their cubbies, taking off their shoes, and sitting down at the circular desks as they wait for their teachers to take roll. The OTHER side is a group of people preparing for a bank heist, all old-school style with stripped shirts and scarfs to cover their mouths like wild west robbers. As the kids call out "Here!" when the voices of unseen teachers say their names, the bank robbers go through a check-list of their gear. When the teachers begin describing that their going to begin today by coloring pictures, then play a word game, then go outside for recess- the robber go through their plan for what their going to do in the bank. The robbers burst into the bank, fire a few warning shots, and begin barking orders for money. One robber tells a bank employee "No phone calls!". Immediately, the screen goes back to the kindergarten, where the HOTLINE is buzzing!

As the children look at it expectantly, one of the teachers answers. The voice we hear on the other end is a woman (Miss Bellum), explaining that bank robbers have been spotted at such-and-such address! The teacher who answered says "We're on it, Miss Mayor!". Now the camera pulls back, revealing the three teachers are in fact a red-head wearing pink, a blonde wearing blue, and a dark brunette wearing green. The teacher in pink, who answered the phone, explains the situation to the others, and they prepare to leave. The ask the TA to take care of things, which they promise to do while they're gone. The ladies go to the large double doors that open to the playground. Before leaving, each one mentions something like- "Remember, Calla has her meds to take after snack time!" and "Terry, share the crayons!" and "Ken, no more telling the other kids about what happens in the horror movies your dad let you watch!". The three women the FLY, surging forward with trailing rainbow of blue/pink/green as the kids cheer!

They arrive at the bank, where the robber lament getting caught (they had hoped doing this early in the day would result in the ladies being preoccupied at the kindergarten, giving the robbers time to get away). A fantastic fight scene ensues, with many POWs and BAMs (some of the shots mimicking the opening scenes from the cartoon). The robbers are dealt with and captured. The people in the bank applaud, and thank the ladies for the rescue. When the ladies fly off to leave, they notice another problem... then another... and ANOTHER! Each issue gets more and more extreme, eventually turning into a giant monster attacking the city! The ladies go through it in a montage, that begins with a slow pace, but as the danger increases, the fight scenes become more rapid.

Finally, the screen goes back to the kindergarten, where the kids are going outside for recess. Their three teachers land on the playground, a little battle-warn (teacher in pink fixes her hair because ONE strand was out of place. teacher in blue lightly dabs a little blood from her nose with a tissue, after she had been smashed in the face by a robot with wrecking balls for arms. the teacher in green simply dusts off her shoulders a bit). The kids happily welcome them back, and the teachers proceed to play tag and kickball with them. The teacher in pink gives the TA a coffee she picked up between the fights, as thanks for watching the kids while they were gone~

The rest of the series would proceed with that tone, the exact same spirit of silly whimsy AND dynamic action as the cartoon. Why are the grown-up PPG kindergarten teachers, you ask? Well, I find the fake-out of them answering the Hotline, not as students but adults, very amusing. Also, it just seems like a job they would enjoy doing, simply for the fun of it. Like, Blossom could be a doctor, or a lawyer. Bubbles could be an artist, Buttercup could run a demolition derby (where SHE'S the one who wrecks the cars). They could all be actresses, or perform in a band, or just about ANYTHING, because they're very talented. They probably do some of that in their spare time, anyway... but they don't "need" jobs or careers. They're super heroes! However, they have indeed grown up in this scenario, and they remember how nice it was to be able to go to school with other kids, having a place where they belonged simply because they were little girls. They really appreciate Ms Keane for being so nurturing, and want to be part of that now. Blossom loves teaching and sharing knowledge, Bubbles loves encouraging creativity, and Buttercup is actually very good when it comes to helping kids with anger issues and other problems.

Some of the villains are semi-retired and no longer threats, but still get up to shenanigans from time to time. Him looks like Frank-N-Furter but with lobster claws. Miss Bellum is the mayor now, and the Professor has his own research facility now. Princess tries to be popular as a "influencer", but nobody likes her (and occasionally, she hires people to be her "back up" so she has an evil trio to match the PPG, but it never works). The Gangreen Gang are chill (and there's a few jokes about Ace still getting paychecks from when he worked with a famous band). Some episodes would be the girls dealing with a normal grown-up problem that is ironically more difficult than super hero nonsense. Some episodes would be fun little nods to previous things from the cartoon. Some episodes would introduce new characters, good and bad. There would be a very deliberate lack of Mojo Jojo through the first season, until somebody finally goes "Uh... where IS he???", and they're genuinely worried about what happened to him, the the three-part episode finale is the PPG trying to find Mojo Jojo

[abwwia]

Yet another artist how while alive was selling her art for 50$ ... and who's work in 2022 sold for over $1 million at Christie's... Support LIVING Women Artists #buyartfromwomenartists

Lynne Drexler (American, 1928-1999), Tropic Blue, 1967. Oil on canvas, 90.8 x 75.9 cm.

Lynne Drexler, Tropical Still, 1963. Oil on canvas. 45.7 × 35.6 cm

Lynne Mapp Drexler was an American abstract and representational artist, painter and photographer. Wikipedia

Born: May 21, 1928, Newport News, Virginia, United States

Died: December 30, 1999, Monhegan, Maine, United States

In the late 1950s, she was an abstract expressionist and was "counted among an important group of women artists whose figural and landscape works were often overlooked during the heyday of post-abstract expressionist modernism.

She would often go to opera and symphony performances with a sketchpad and colored crayons in hand to make sketches inspired by the music. via Wikipedia

Let's read it together: She Painted for Decades in Obscurity on a Remote Island in Maine. Suddenly, Collectors Can’t Get Enough of Lynne Drexler

Drexler sold art to tourists for $50. Earlier this month, one of her paintings fetched over $1 million at Christie's. by Katya Kazakina (2022)

https://news.artnet.com/news-pro/lynne-drexler-art-detective-2092730/

#womensart #artbywomen #PalianShow

[jazzruinedmylife-blog]

Saturday 8/5/23

10:30 AM -- Lessons. Vung's Brother. Off the walls.

11:00 -- Vung. Over the Rainbow by ear. Calm. Focused.

11:30 -- Remi. Coloring w/crayons.

12:10 -- Race to Cortland.

1:15 -- Stevie D hit. Cortland Beer, some kinda outdoor festival. Crafts, vendors, etc. Gary on drums. Samantha D. Playing Lynn's Yamaha keyboard. Fat bass sound.

2:25 -- Driving back

3:15 -- Home, change into white pants.

4 -- Strada Mia. Joe Rip 90th b'day party. Pete & Adele. Anna V. Mick & Mare. Spillet, said hello. Creep. Finger food. Asparagus bacon wraps. Chicken Marsala. Rice pilaf. Pete thanks for saving Mick's life. "Did important thing."

6 -- Canale's. Sola-Mar- Tini. Julie H attends. Beth. Playing upstairs on patio.

Muskies post gig. 2 cocktails. Stealing Jeff's fries.

12:45 -- Schlem call. Driving city. Gas at the Court St Speedway. Shady characters. Neighborhood ghettofied.

Post 2 AM -- Texting Jade Edwards re video project.

[mckenziegracealovestory]

Solo

Tales of Ashley Lynn and Angel Savannah

NYC

Mama and Daddy (@TorturedAss) went to do a lot out for a little while; there were alot of people leaving things for Daddy (@TorturedAss). Nonno saw me watching. “Angel Savannah D’Angelo, what are you doing, sweetness” Angel looks up with the biggest smile. “I was looking at the cookies. Can l have one, please” Nonna picks her up, and she shows Angel Savannah the wedding cookies. “Let your Daddy (@TorturedAss) and Mama see them, and l will be happy to give you a different cookie,” Angel Savannah gives her Nonno on her cheek. “Noono, can we go to the American Girl Doll Store, please” They both looked at each other, “We will see, you've been misbehaving, and your Daddy (@TorturedAss) has the final say with your Mama.” Angel Savannah nodded alot. Ashley Lynn came in with Granny and kissed everyone.

“Where is McKenzie? She wanted me to play the piano for her” They both smiled at my Granny. “Aiden (@TorturedAss) took McKenzie Grace to pick out their wedding bands and engagement ring” Granny smiled very softly that she was happy for the both of us. “Isabella, we are paying for the wedding in Hawaii. Do you want to invite anybody special for your side of the wedding” Granny smiled. “Long, you don’t make me sit with McKenzie’s Mama side, we will be good” Nonno and Noona looked at Granny, wondering what was happening. “Angel Baby can you go play with your sister, please” I nodded at Granny l knew that was an adult conversation, so we went to play outside. Daddy (@TorturedAss)#Dex with us. He always played with us #Marie and was close by in case we wanted her more. Granny told Nonno and Noona about what happened and why we never saw our great-grandparents. “#Marie” I called her. She walks over, seeing that I’m sad. “Angel Savannah, what’s wrong” Angel looked up at her and climbed on #Marie’s lap. “Why don’t we see Mama’s Mama side” She knew why she started to rub Angel Savannah. “Because that’s what your Mama wanted” #Marie they cuddled with me for a bit, and Nonno came in #Marie and handed me to him. I cuddle with my Nonno. “Angel Baby, I'm going into a meeting. Would you like to cuddle with me” Angel Savannah nodded at me. “If you behave, l will take you to the American Girl Doll Store and let you get a doll and clothes for her,” Angel Savannah giggles. “Ashley Lynn, too” He chuckles as Nonno's bodyguard is behind us. “Yes, your sister is always included along with your brothers” Angel Savannah is sitting head of the table with her Nonno. The partners knew that children don't get threatened.

“Who is this pretty thing” Angel Savannah stood on the chair, holding her Nonno hand. “I'm Angel Savannah Rossi D’Angelo; this is my Nonno” He smiled at me and shook my Nonno’s hand: “Your grandson finally married the Rossi woman.” Nonno nodded, and the conversation went into Italian. Noono’s assistant came in with colored paper, coloring books, and crayons for me. I was coloring, and l made a picture for Daddy and Nonno. The meeting was over; we stood for a few minutes. Everyone waited until we left. Nonno had me in his arms as he saw Nonna kiss her. “How was the meeting with Angel Savannah” He chuckles. “She is very sassy but well-behaved in the meeting; Aiden(@TorturedAss) and McKenzie will correct her along with us,” Noona smiled. “Let's eat; Aiden (@TorturedAss) and McKenzie should be coming in” We walked into the kitchen #Marie to make a big lunch, and she made Ashley Lynn and l our favorite lunch she makes for us; Nonno put me into my seat and waits to pray over our food, Mama does it too with us. Daddy (@TorturedAss) and Mama come in with a few bags, and they both kiss us. Daddy (@TorturedAss) and Mama had a surprise for Ashley Lynn, and l we have necklaces with our initials on the chain and an A with diamonds like Mama's ring. “Thanks, yous Daddy (@TorturedAss), it's gorgeous. Can l wear it” He chuckles, kissing my forehead and Ashley Lynn’s. “Don’t take it off,” I nodded at him. “Daddy can wes have tea at Plaza Hotel,” Ashley Lynn asked; he pulled out his phone and made an appointment for us. Ashley Lynn reads alot Mama said she would take us.

Later that night, Daddy (@TorturedAss) and Mama got married. Daddy ensures that Nonno and Nonna take us to NYC to meet family and cousins. We had our backpacks and all the bodyguards along with them #Marie. We got to NYC; they have a house up there, well Nonna and Nonno do. We saw a sign for Frozen we got so excited Noono made a call. We are going to see Frozen on Broadway; we are going to have lunch after. Nonno went crazy. He brought Ashley Lynn and l everything he could there in twos. We had so much fun l did like Broadway a lot. Saturday night, we stayed at the house we had alot of family there. Daddy (@TorturedAss)and Mama are talking to alot of people; Daddy (@TorturedAss) sees Ashley Lynn, and they cuddle, and Mama has me a cuddle. We are delighted to be part of the D’Angelo family.

[petty-crush]

“No. 1 of the Secret Service”

-Sleazy, stupid, absolutely delightful super spy silliness

-somebody is killing rich men, agent no. 1 must stop said killer

-this is the closest I’ve seen a film have a sitcom type opening

+peppy song, names of the cast, a montage of all the silly action to come; it’s all there

-what also endears this film to me is the brazenness with which it embraces its low budget self

-our hero is about to be killed, the bullet (never seen) stops, why?; because “oh I just installed a new device, an invisible wall that only activates when bullets come near me”

-this is but one example; others include clearly reusing the off camera sign that “filming is to commence” to note that assassins are coming after no 1

-actor Nicky Henson has an brassy, dry underplaying of the absurdity of his vocation and its surroundings

-he is very much spoofing Roger Moore’s Bond, to great success

-sidebar; I think Moore’s bond is my entry to the series. It has a far amount of lows, but the highs are wonderful and a charm hard to resist. Are the Connery Bonds better? Yes. Do I like the Moore version far more? Also yes.

-there are a great many luscious ladies in this film, seemingly all connected with their wide eyes and bangs haircut

-it starts dumb and proceeds to endearing; no 1 (aka Charles Bind) continually sprays agent Ana Hudson with a seltzer bottle throughout the film; it becomes a recurring wet t-shirt image

+wonderful, life affirming, breasts really help

-I had a hearty laugh at the ideology behind the villain; a rich eccentric who wants to kill rich bores

-his entrance as a street hustler who shouts death to the idle wealthy in a crowded park, only to walk off and get into a expensive limousine (and tear off his fake mustache) is a wonderful visual joke

-what’s equally appealing is the way his conversations with no 1 are so on the nose; he just wants to kill people and he openly broadcasts it to give him some sporting challenge while he gets on with it

-this film is just full of droll details like that

-like getting two incredibly sexy women to learn to kill, but only ten years in the future, to give the then old villain some hearty giggles when reading the newspaper

-not only the verbal but the visual; all of the deaths are done in crayons, with quick jump cuts that have men flying to the ground like dummies

-a rapid editing style, ala the French new wave while also signaling the upcoming fellow British commercial filmmakers (Tony Scott, Adrian Lynne) is used to great affect here

-I’ve said before a certain (low) percentage of UK filmmakers have a splendid style, the vast majority are ugly brown bathwater

-director Lindsay Shonteff (at least here) clearly has the former

-in fact I’m quite curious to see this other films now (this is my first) including his other apparent spy spoofs

-I don’t think I ever saw a single reload in this entire film; just a twirl of the guns like playing an arcade cabinet

-the organization the villain (Arthur Loveday) hires to throw no 1 off his tracks, KRASH (Kill Rape Arson Slaughter Hit) is wonderfully conceived and executed (dig that shave by gun bullets)

-the film occasionally has lag, but papers over it with its brash enthusiasm

-for what it aims to be, a high bullseye

[rustbeltjessie]

May 22, 2022

You know that thing when you’re looking through your jar full of old keys and souvenir pennies and beer bottle caps and a few other odds n’ ends and you’re overcome with a profound feeling of melancholy and the only way to quell it is to grab some of your kids’ crayons and make a page of souvenir penny and key rubbings in your SB Project book? Yeah, me neither.

[tweekscoffeebean]

My coloring. I think i have gotten better over the years. But yah I’m not that good at skin tones.

[thunderstruck9]

Lynne Drexler (American, 1928-1999), Untitled, 1960. Crayon on construction paper, 9 x 12 in.

[salemtheshroom]

first actual post!! gonna post some names that i like :D (long list)

A-

aster

aspen

atlas

ares

astraea

astro

avery

athena

aurora

arrow

B-

blair

bones

bat

basil

bee

blade

button

bubble

C-

cedar

cinder

cloud

celeste

crayon

comet

crow

clover

cove

cricket

D-

dakota

dirt

demeter

E-

echo

ezra

elliot

ethereal

elfrida

F-

fallon

forest

fang

finch

frog

fog

flower

fox

fawn/faun

G-

gabriel

griffin

gray/grey

ghost

goblin

H-

haven

harlow

harper

hadeon

hibiscus

I-

isle

ivory

iris

ink

J-

jinx/jynx

jace

julian

juice

K-

kate

katie/katy

knife

kiss

kole

kade

klaus

L-

lucinda

lyssa

lemon

lime

lupin

lynn

leaf

lead

loki

lucifer

M-

morpheus

moth

must

maeve

mango

mint

maple

mercury

miss

mush

mushroom

moon

N-

nero

noodle

noon

nightmare

night

O-

opal

onze

oak

onyx

olive

oat

obsidian

ocean

owl

otter

orchid

orange

P-

pandora

pluto

phoenix

panda

peach

pine

puddle

poppy

parker

pond

Q-

quartz

quil

quinten

quince

quinn

R-

rae/ray/rey

rayne/rain

ren

river

rock

robin

raven

S-

sawyer

storm

sage

spencer

seth

shadow

sand

sky

soda

soup

slug

sparrow

space

stitch

star

squid

sun

selene

T-

toast

tauriel

tea

topaz

twig

toxic

toxin

U-

universe

V-

vix/vyx

vamp

void

vine

velcro

vortex

W-

winter

wish

witch

wolf

wren

THAT IS ALL :D have a nice day <3

[mybeingthere]

The beautiful world of Lynne Drexler.

Lynne Mapp Drexler (1928–1999) was an American abstract and representational artist, painter and photographer.

"She would often go to opera and symphony performances with a sketchpad and coloured crayons in hand to make sketches inspired by the music. Drexler's Pattern and Decoration embroidery and patchwork influenced some of her later works, similar designs often appeared in her painting's backgrounds."

She began painting as a child. Later, Drexler took art classes in Virginia at the Richmond Professional Institute and at the College of William & Mary.

She moved to New York City in the mid to late 1950s to further her study art under Robert Motherwell at Hunter College and Hans Hofmann, under their tutelage she developed an interest in Abstract Expressionism. Motherwell taught her composition and draftsmanship techniques and the philosophy "that to be an artist meant first and foremost that one had to create work worthy of attention". Her tendency to create vibrant paintings using a free brush stroke was influenced by Hofman and the work of Henri Matisse. Hofman also introduced the notion that composition is influenced by color, which he called the "push-pull" concept. (wiki)