#Gipi

[ilfascinodelvago]

La risposta è dentro di te, ed è quella giusta.

[oxhide]

Gipi, One Story, 2020

[alter-petrus]

Oggi compioni gli anni Zerocalcare (40) e Gipi (60). Per caso oggi mi sono trovato a pensare a uno dei due, in termini non entusiastici. E dell'altro ho visto ulteriori fanart NSFW.

[metabotulism]

[acrosstheuniverse02]

Gipi [Gianni Pacinotti], illustratore e fumettista italiano (1963)

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[*] pagine da "Unastoria" (2015)

via pinterest

[xreverendox]

[minzbins]

WOODZ Drowning / Live Clip

[bidonica]

I should post my own design of the village girl to make a statement

[juieon]

me on thursday when they perform hot sauce after saying wtf is this song every time i listened to it

[magpieinthemorning]

La terra dei figli (2021)

[lesbiheon]

pull up skrr I just wanna love

[kang-yina]

I can't stop listening to love dive by ive

[jihyoruri]

LUCID DREAM— idol! yu jimin x idol!reader

warnings: 5th member reader, same yn and jimin from back to you, it doesn’t matter which one you read first

“no, no, no I can’t stop love.” yn’s soft but powerful voice sang into the mic, the eyes of the producer and her leader burn into her and repeats her lines of the song.

it made her uncomfortable and slightly nervous, it’s not like she hasn’t recorded songs that she’s written before, she does it all the time for demos, it’s the very reason that this time she’s singing a highly personal song, a song that was never supposed to be for the public, a song that was just supposed to be for her and her mind.

she curses aeri for convincing her into showing it to the production team, now she has the person singing the song that she wrote about them on a song with her and the rest of her members.

“you sound tense.” the producer says to her through the clear booth, yn laughs awkwardly at the comment, of course she’s tense, “that’s because I am.” yn blurts out, she curses at herself when both her leader and producer raise their brows at her honesty, she has to do something about her filter.

“this is your song yn.” the producer says leaning back in their seat, “and it’s your lyrics yn, loosen up.”

yn opens her mouth to respond but gets cut off by the girl seating in the seat behind the producer, “I think she should let some vulnerability into her voice, since it’s such vulnerable lyrics.” jimin says, she’s talking to the producer but has her eyes on yn, “the song seems to be a product of her fragile feelings, so I think letting some vulnerability into her voice would make her sound better, it always does.”

yn furrows her eyebrows at the last part, the groups producer doesn’t seem to pick up on jimin’s slick comments and nods their head in agreement at jimin’s statement, “I agree, yn let some of the thoughts that you had in your mind when you wrote this into your mind and keep it there.”

the only thing that runs through yn’s mind is why would she do that? why would she let all those thoughts into her mind?.

the only thoughts that ran through her mind that night when she wrote the song was, insecurity, hate and desperation, yn nods her head anyways because when she takes one look at her leader, she doesn’t even need to go back to that night, the thoughts are already in her mind.

“neon jakku jiteun eodum soge deo gipi.” she sings into the mic, letting all her thoughts of jimin and hers relationship, she closes her eyes as she sings not wanting to even take a glance at her leader, “no, no, no, I can't stop love.”

she opens her eyes and hears a cheer from the producer, “that sounded so good yn.” they say giving her a clap, “so much better, jimin was completely right.”

yn shifts her gaze to the girl that only smiles bitterly at her, “leader knows best I guess.” yn says, letting out another awkward laugh.

“well, that’s a wrap for today.” they say looking at the time on their phone, “it’s after midnight you two need to get home.”

the feeling of relief fills yn, as she takes off the headphones and walks out the booth, she bids goodbye to the producer before grabbing her tote bag and walking out the room, leaving jimin.

she feels the older girl walking close behind her, “yn wait up.” she doesn’t want to, but she does anyway.

yn tenses when she feels jimin’s arm wrap around her shoulders, she hates that she feels some sense of comfort with it around her.

“oh, so you’re not in one of your moods anymore?” yn asks lazily, peering up at her leader, jimin is like a switch when it comes to her and yn, sometimes she’s on sometimes she’s off, it’s so hard to understand her.

“shut up.” jimin mutters as she pulls yn closer to her, the two girls walk out of the building and head over to the black van that waits for them.

both girls get into the back as the greet the driver, jimin picks up the blanket that’s on her seat and throws it over her and yn’s legs.

this is why yn can never get out of this relationship no matter how hard she tries to, the moments like these are the highlights of her day, the moments when jimin is her jimin, the soft jimin and caring jimin.

but that never lasts long.

as yn’s focus is mainly on her phone she gets startled out of her phone by jimin’s head leaning on her shoulder.

she goes still for a couple of seconds, before turning off her phone, knowing if jimin saw who she was texting it wouldn’t end well.

yn stares into space trying her best to ignore the multiple buzz’s that come from her phone, she leans her head back when she feels jimin shift, “are you gonna answer it? the buzzing is getting annoying.”

“nah, it’s okay.” yn says trying her best to sound nonchalant but it comes out sounding very awkward, “just ignore it.”

“who are you talking to anyway?”

“no one important.”

yn wants to cry when she feels jimin reaching over for her phone, she side eyes the older girl awkwardly, she knows if she jumps for her phone it would make her even more suspicious.

“ryujin.” jimin hums before looking back up at yn, “I thought I said to stop talking to her?” she says with a strangely calm tone.

“yeah…” yn drags out scratching the back of her neck, looking outside the car window, “it’s just she’s a close friend of mine I’d feel bad if I just dropped her like that.”

“a friend that caused you to get into a scandal.” jimin says passing yn’s phone back to her, “that almost ruined our groups image you know? you’re lucky your stans know how much of a loser you are that you’d never get caught dead kissing someone outside of jyp building.”

yn let out a nervous laugh at the last comment, she’s happy that her fans came to defence, even if they were wrong , “I know jimin but-”

“do you wanna ruin our groups image?” jimin asks sternly cutting her off,her eyes burn into yn’s.

yn looks down defeated, she hates when jimin does that, making things seem like they’re her fault, “no… I don’t.”

“you’re right I’m sorry.”

jimin then smiles, completely satisfied at yn’s surrender, she then grabs yn’s hand and squeezes it, “good, I’m just telling you what’s best for you, that girl is bad news.”

yn just looks down at her lap nodding but jimin grabs her chin and turns yn’s head towards her, “I care about you a lot yn, you know that right?”

“yeah I know.” yn responds quietly, it doesn’t feel like it though, she says in her mind.

“good.” jimin then goes back to her position, putting her head on yn’s shoulder, “now that, that’s all settled, do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” jimin asks, “I’m not coming in yours, who knows what I’ll find, it always smells like marijuana in there.”

yn laughs softly at the last comment, “yeah, you’d probably have a heart attack if you came in my room, so yes I’ll expect your offer.”

“make sure bring your weighted blanket.” jimin says as she plays with yn’s chunky rings on her ringers.

“the one with the heat or the other one?”

“the one with the heat obviously.” she says looking up at yn’s face, smiling she brings her head up and places a kiss on yn’s cheek, “you’re so cute.”

“shut up.”

[mystverse]

07:01 PM

PAIRING : Lee Taeyong × Fem Reader

WARNINGS : just some kisses

"Y/N! come here!" Taeyong calls you as he stirs the soup with the ladle. You throw the console to the sofa and skip to your best friend. Well, not really. Both know that you like each other but just haven't confessed it out loud or kissed.

It's your usual hangout night, a night to just chill and laze around after long days of monotonous work. So you didn't bother dressing up. You just wore his shirt with your shorts.

He scoops half a spoon of the soup and blows it to cool down before he gives it to you, "How is it?" his eyes set on you, your lips, waiting to know the result. You scrunch up your nose, "Too bland." You lean against him, looking for something to spice up the soup. His fingers instinctively come to your waist, and you don't mind it. You are used to his touch anyway. His touch calms you down. At first, you didn't want to accept it. The fact that there's someone's touch can calm you down, but as days went by, you came to accept it. Enjoy it even. He had that rom-com effect on you.

"Where's the hot sauce gipi dip that?"

He wordlessly points his finger behind him, and you grab it from behind him. Not bothering to move away, you add the sauce in the boiling soup, and his eyes dilate in shock, "That'sㅡ" you empty almost half of the bottle in the soup. He gulps, the color has turned to that insanely fiery red of chillies, "ㅡtoo much."

You raise the spoon to his mouth after blowing off the steam. He reluctantly tastes it, and his hand immediately jerks to his mouth, trying to fan away the spiciness. You stand in front of him, motionless and guilty. His eyes are tearing, "Ahㅡ" he sniffles, and you facepalm. Shit, Y/N, you curse at yourself, running to take the water bottle from the fridge. You hastily open the bottle to give to him, but he pulls you by chin and presses lips on yours. You gasps, and the bottle falls to the floor with the loud thud, with the way he moves his lips against yours. He slips his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth. You cling on his arm, standing in your tippy toes, sharing the overly tangy taste from his lips. He pulls away, licking his lips, "That wasㅡ" your unsteady breath mingles with his, "ㅡspicy, I know. I'm soㅡ" he pecks your lips to stop you, "that was awesome."

: MYST

[chacha-tortuga]

Do you have any particular inspirations for your artwork?

Hello!

I will preface this by stating that I draw way less than before for multiple reasons, so it's come to a point where all my inspirations are fuzzy in my mind. My visual library has been fueled a lot these last years but it's become passive to the point of not really thinking about it much anymore. The few times I draw for myself I rely solely on my comfort zone so it's become a feedback loop of trying to stick to my own art and where influences per se get drowed out. But answering this ask I will try really hard to find what got me to have various visual "it makes sense alright". I won't also mention the influences I have for professional related works because they change all the time and when I'm a technician I don't feel like my style has that much of an importance.

So, my Influences :

Style wise I had a before-and-after feeling when I discovered the art of Alexei Kallima. His works focus on various themes but I really am inspired by his paintings depicting hooliganism and violence. His compositions for his series of the team of parachutist women are simply incredible.

Speaking of hooliganism, the short film I Love Hooligans by Jan-Dirk Bouw is also an inspiration.

For my traditional art, I use mostly a gel pen freehand for my sketches, which is my favorite way of drawing all things considered. I use a bit of watercolour occasionaly to make my sketches more lively. My main influence in that medium has to be Gipi and his comic books. My favourite ones are Appunti Per Una Storia Di Guerra and S. You can absolutely see how I shamelessly copied his lines and features on his characters, I find them absolutely delightful.

My friend showed me a short film which was very similar in style, it's called Yul et le Serpent by Gabriel Harel. I loved it.

In terms of linework, Taiyo Matsumoto was also a before-and-after experience. I discoreved him with Amer Beton and Ping Pong and absolutely got won over style wise with Number Five. I now usually get a bit rougher with my ink lines with my pen like him. He gets different levels of detail and varies style depending on the feeling of a panel or the distance to the viewer. I joke saying he pretty much doesn't give a fuck about the character model and I wish I had that intuition about my own drawings. The animated adaptation of Ping Pong is probably my favorite anime, and inspires me greatly for my animation work. Once again playing with the medium.

My main "intuition" in art has always been colours. I love colouring my art and choosing what goes well with what and do the colour scripts for my projects and all. Movie wise the main guy who gets me creative is Rémi Chayé. The Long Way North is one of my favourite movies and the colours there are insanely good.

Otherwise I'm a huge fan of abstract art, I will only cite Rothko because it's the only one where I've seen his artwork in the flesh and I Get how his colours works organically.

Other abstract artists who inspire me, but not especially related to colours for my art are the russian avant-garde artists, I love constructivism and suprematism (I even got a tattoo of a work by Iakov Chernikhov, the one pictured in fact). So obviously Malevitch (regarding of the period), El Lissitzky, Rodchenko, Varvara Stepanova etc.

Ukrainian mosaic artists but in particular Galina Zubchenko.

For my personal art including my OCs my main inspiration is the photographer Robert Capa.

Another photographer I love is obviously Robert Mapplethorpe (two Roberts mentionned!).

You'll get that now I mostly draw stuff related to post apocalypse and/or wastelands scenarios, so the books Metro 2033, Roadside Picnic (a lot of books and novels from the Strugatski brothers in general). I tend to stick with an artisanal vision of these settings rather than a fully militarized one. I think it makes everything more interesting.

I can't not include obviously real footage and photographies of modern conflicts I guess.

I guess that's all I can think of "precisely" and can name with certainty. I also have a pinterest board for art inspiration if you want to check it out.

I hope that's not too disappointing of an answer and that it's at least interesting.

[rideretremando]

"Nella tua vita possono nascere pensieri di vendetta... mi fece troppa paura. Mi misi quindi a mettere il male sulla carta. Non volevo che il male germogliasse dentro di me. Volevo che andasse dove deve andare, cioè nel mondo della rappresentazione fantastica. Che è il mondo da dove vogliono estirparlo. Ma è casa sua, perché non ritorni nel mondo esterno!"

Gipi