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[aktosage]

I know I can’t catch you, but I can trap you.”

A funky warmup I did to test if I remember how to shadw after my period of not drawing due to college uuueueueuueueue

I like blurr I’m sorry to all 5 TFA blurr enthusiasts I’m SORRY

Progress pics! U3U

[wannab-urs]

WIP Wednesday

Doing my own thing with WIP Wednesday this week and combining a couple typical tag games.

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Loser, Baby - Dieter x Frankie

“Frankie, man, I just feel like such a fucking loser. I cannot get my shit together,” Dieter whines into the phone. He drums his fingers on the table top in front of him, contemplating ordering another whiskey.  “News flash, Dee. You are a loser,” Frankie’s reply crackles through the speaker. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” “You’re calling me from a bar. You are literally addicted to cocaine, smoke too much weed, and rarely go more than 24 hours without getting piss drunk. What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know, man.” Dieter trails off. He drains the last few ice cubes in the tumbler. “Reassure me? Make me feel better? You’re my fucking sponsor.” “We’re both losers, Dee. We met in NA for fucks sake, it’s not like I’ve always had my shit together.”  “Will you come get me?” Dieter’s voice is pathetically whiny. He feels stupid for even needing to call, and now he’s asking for this.  “Course. Give me 15. Don’t order another drink.” The line goes dead and Dieter saunters up to the bar to order another and wait for Frankie. 

Din/Ez Mandalorian rewrite (to be titled later)

(this would be the end of episode/chapter 1) “Well. They said 40 years old.” “This does look to be our target,” the droid quips.  IG raises his blaster as if to shoot the sleeping man.   “No. We'll bring him in alive.” “The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated.” He raises his blaster again, but Din is faster. Before the IG unit can even register his movement, there’s a hole in its head.  The bounty is sleeping on the floor, a pile of ragged blankets serving as a bed. He’s missing an arm, the stump wrapped in dirty bandages. Din toes him with his boot, keeping his blaster trained on him. The man doesn’t wake up. Din kicks him a bit harder and he still doesn’t stir. He picks the man up and heaves him over his shoulders. He carries him out to the blurg Kuill let him keep and ties him to its back like a saddlebag.  It’s a long walk back to the ship.

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Step three: Every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes = 15 minutes of writing)

Additionally, if you want to pick my brain about either one, I have a decent bit of lore planned out. Feel free to shoot me an ask or drop a comment <3

Tags: @chronically-ghosted @sp00kymulderr @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @burntheedges @beskarandblasters @pedgito @covetyou @jupiter-soups @toxic-seduction @futuraa-free @nerdieforpedro @kennysbellbottoms @valoxwayward @qveerthe0ry @rhoorl @party-hearses @rebel-held @dancingtotuyo @sin-djarin @littlegrungegirlaf @perotovar @javierpenaispunk @magpiepills @whatsnewalycat @schnarfer @heareball @always-andromeda @bitchwitch1981 @mothandpidgeon @all-the-way-down-here

[gorimbaudandgojohnnygo]

shit from an old notebook, pt. 5 (c. 2014-2016)

—leroy's is still a dead zone —smoking is a great way to meet people —people thinking i'm fearless (bravery) —"when i fall in love" mix —it's a different time (later phases) —revenue to the post office —artsy vs conservative —love list a mile or two long (the wrong song) —ice cubes like windchimes —how to break yr own heart (c. 2014, written in Door County, WI)

i had something of a reputation cos of the amt of lovers i had. yeah, i got the slut-shaming stuff, but it sometimes manifested in strange ways. one night, hanging out in chicago after a w/ifs show, i was feeling really sad. my friend e. knew that i was sad, & i guess it was her intention to make me feel better but...she started approaching all these dudes i only barely knew saying: "one of you needs to fuck my friend so she won't be sad." that upset me. (c. December 2014)

—THERE IS NO SALVATION IN PEOPLE OR PLACES —academia —advice —gratuitous? sex & drugs; if the boys can do it... —someone else's problem now / crazy ex —being derivative —nostalgia - about to puke —do i miss them or me? —the world is fucked / my stupid crush —romanticizing everything 2kever (c. 2015; notes for an issue of my zine I never finished)

—Patronizing man at airport —Punk babes at airport —poppies and palm trees and the pacific (and del taco and el pollo loco) —san pedro —swanky hotel —listening to x and getting ready to go out —i will give the salty air and scummy streets a toast to you —i like being alone when i travel —dancing with myself —jasmine/bougainvillea/jacaranda, the ocean, stuck my face in the jasmine —performance poet, delicious food —i wanna be sedated —von’s, writing, rituals, frank sinatra, decided to stay in long beach —the show, andy, the dudes who called us fags, all the people, punk o rama (11), guys i wish weren’t my type, bad cop/bad cop, fireworks, crying about swingin’ utters songs, creepers (chunky puppy/skinny weasel shoes) —i once sang to the empty space, but now i sing to you —slept well but fantasized —so much drama in the lbc (gin and juice) —guy who told me about his ex-wives —free coffee & a muffin —the potholder (the go-go’s) —acres of books —old ladies —houses/all the lives we could live —straight outta compton —hollywood forever (beautiful, sad, eerie, alcoves/sanctuaries, birds, peacocks, court of the apostles, peter lorre, guard, dee dee ramone, amber tambyln) —by this time tomorrow, we’ll be staring at the lights of hollywood —most ppl are good but capitalism (old women dancing & $, if he put his hands on your sister…, young lesbians in love) —weird bro on train —the reading —feeling not radical enough —ocean c. —whiskey & tarot —rebel bite —smoking on the balcony —i really love lb —diversity —antsy morning —looks like the circus is in town —overall good experience w/ zine fest but disappointments —beer —FLB —god bless the punk rock grannies —the beach & O. —one last outfit change and balcony moment —coming down —I need to take a radically dif direction (punk rock writing group?) —but little messages —this cat went crazy —tl;dr zine fest —perzine alley —i need an internet break —Lilith bros —in the right place —blind donkey —pretty green haired tattooed Disney obsessed bartender —guy with my bday —steamed organic vegetarian cuisine —the next whiskey bar —soul but then modest mouse! (convenient parking) —racist bros —the photobooth smells like jasmine & saltwater —whiskey bat —I’ve never lived alone but I’ve traveled alone —coffee/diners/abandoned & seedy places —x —krysta —feeling guilty about Cali —i was the one no one thought would have a husband and a kid —ok but like worry about yr own country —travel & time warp —I don’t like the cool kind of punk —more fantasies —perfect last morning —you have a beautiful smile —since I’ve been back (my partner gets annoyed when I talk?, I need to be around people who do things, weird to be back, spring and holding on to the tiny moments) —the girl who wrote in her journal —the girl who emailed me —nostalgic music —nostalgic for my ‘skin byrd’ days (c. 2015; notes from the trip I took to Long Beach & LA for Long Beach Zine Fest, plus some from soon after I got home)

—Just one more beer, then grow up (failure to grow up) —When you said “it’s not cute” —lost boys, rose red —when we met —all the things I still want —but hey I’m grown up too —when did I lose you? —all our anthems were about never growing up or dying young —mean anon —us against the world - never told my mom —stories about you —btmi and wifs —make them tell you no (c. 2015; notes for a piece I was gonna write about ‘Maggie,’ when I realized I’d really lost her for good)

i want everyone to have your art on their skin. i've thought about removing the star that resides on my left wrist, the heart that found its home on my right foot. the reminders of our history so visible on my skin hurt more than the needle did when it went in. (c. 2016; fragment from another piece I wrote about ‘Maggie’)

Before I answer your questions, I would like to note that I am answering them from The Road. In the past five days, I have been through seven states. I've hiked in both the Rocky Mountains and the Mojave Desert, wandered around Denver at night, touched the Pacific Ocean, and had a surreal Hunter S. Thompson-esque experience in Las Vegas—and I wasn't even on drugs! I'm exhausted, and I'm going to be very broke when I get home, but it's worth it. I have had a hard time writing since the presidential election, but this trip has inspired me again. (c. November 2016; from the draft of some interview questions I was answering, written in Orange County, CA when P. & D. & I took our big cross-country road trip)

she's packing disguises, maps, secret weapons, knives and boots and bandages and truth, the truth is she's been preparing for this her whole life, so

your wife is joining the resistance (c. 2016; fragment from a song? poem? I never did anything with)

[i-am-very-very-tired]

Two summers ago, Dr. Dre and Ice Cube did a lot of press around the release of Straight Outta Compton, the bio-pic about the formation and early years of N.W.A. As I’ve said before, when I finally saw the movie, I was surprised by how much I liked it, and how several of the actors turned in really solid performances, especially Jason Mitchell as Eazy-E and Corey Hawkins as Dr. Dre. While the film depicted some real-life crap that the group went through, it also whitewashed some stuff. In particular, there was no mention of Dr. Dre’s history of abusing women during that exact time period. During the promotion for the film, Dre was a man of few words for the most part… until he got called out for the film’s whitewashing of his violence against women. Dre ended up issuing a statement to the New York Times – go here to re-read it. He apologized, unequivocally, to the women he abused and assaulted, and he said that he has spent the past 19 years trying to be a better man and a man that doesn’t use violence to deal with his problems. Well, Dr. Dre has a new project – HBO’s The Defiant Ones, which is about his post-NWA years, and his collaboration/partnership with Jimmy Iovine. Instead of just trying to whitewash his narrative (again), Dre is dealing with the abuse issue head-on in the series: Dr. Dre is getting ahead of the story. After the famously private 52-year-old music producer came under fire for “Straight Outta Compton,” the biopic about N.W.A. that didn’t include any reference to Dre’s alleged assaults on women, he’s addressing his past in his latest project, HBO’s “The Defiant Ones,” which details Dre’s partnership with Jimmy Iovine. “Any man who puts his hands on a female is a f–king idiot. He’s out of his f–king mind, and I was out of my f–king mind at the time,” he said in a clip from the docuseries. “I f–ked up. I paid for it. I’m sorry for it, and I apologize for it. I have this dark cloud that follows me, and it’s going to be attached to me forever. It’s a major blemish on who I am as a man.” Dre, whose real name is Andre Romelle Young, was accused of assaulting ex-girlfriend Michel’le, journalist Dee Barnes and former label mate Tairrie B. Prior. Michel’le, with whom he shares a child, claimed the music producer left her with “black eyes, a cracked rib and scars” during their relationship. She detailed the abuse during an interview with “The Breakfast Club” in 2015. “When he gave me my very first black eye, we laid in the bed and cried,” Dre’s ex-fiancée said on the morning show. “He was crying and I was crying because I was in shock, hurt and in pain. I don’t know why he was crying, but he said, ‘I’m really sorry.’ That was the only time he ever said he was really sorry. And he said, ‘I’ll never hit you in that eye again, okay?’” Michel’le added that he kept that specific promise but ultimately struck her in other places on her body. “I have scars that are just amazing,” she told the show. Prior, however, claimed Dre punched her in the face twice at a 1990 Grammys afterparty after he heard a song titled “Ruthless Bitch” in which she insulted him. The track was released on the album “The Power of a Woman,” which was part of Eazy-E’s (real name Eric Lynn Wright) label Ruthless Records. The alleged incident between Barnes and Dre took place at a 1991 party where he confronted her about a segment about N.W.A. that would be appearing on her show “Pump It Up!” He slammed “her face and the right side of her body repeatedly against a wall,” according to a statement released at the time. Dre was charged with assault and battery, to which he pleaded no contest. He was sentenced to community service and probation, fined $2,500 and ordered to make a domestic violence PSA. A civil suit between Dre and Barnes was settled out of court. [From Page Six] Many, many years ago, I worked for a man who worked part-time as a counselor for men who had physically and/or emotionally abused their girlfriends or wives. Some of the dudes had been arrested for domestic violence. I always wondered – and I still wonder – if counseling, therapy and time can really change an abuser. Many people believe that abusers can change if they get the right kind of help, or they are taught how to change. Many people believe that abusers can never change. I still don’t know what to think. For Dre, was it like a light-switch? Did he suddenly have a come-to-Jesus moment twenty years ago where he suddenly realized that he shouldn’t punch women anymore? Does he still have a “switch”? This bugged me too: “I have this dark cloud that follows me, and it’s going to be attached to me forever. It’s a major blemish on who I am as a man.” But shouldn’t that be the case? His actions altered the course of these women’s lives. I hope he DOES think about it every day, and that he asks for forgiveness over and over.