#mittwoch draws

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/12/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; More BTS/Photos; Samba Schutte Cameo; Taika; Fan Spotlight; London Billboards/Trucks; Uproar; LubeAsACrew; Watch Party Reminders; Continued Efforts; Trends; Love Notes; DailyDarby/Tonight's Taika

Hey all! Thank you so much for your feedback on the recaps! Right now I'm planning on sticking too them, but may cut them down depending on the day. Right now we seem to be pretty solid on daily news so I'll keep them the way they are for now. I appreciate you all sharing your thoughts with me <3

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

== More BTS / Photos ==

Well as many of you know, the things that broke the internet were the latest photos that were found by @jodegg on LK Creatives Website

Nicola Dove also put up some more photos recently! Thank you to @kiwistede for putting them all in one place in this post.

= Samba Schutte =

Thank you so much to @gheyandwoke on Twitter for getting a cameo from Samba! It's absolutely beautiful and totally worth a listen.

== Taika Waititi ==

Taika's out here advertising for hot tubs, and seems to be enjoying himself with Rita! Src: Taika's Instagram

== Fan Spotlight ==

== Cast Cards ==

Tonight's cast card is Rachel House! Absolutely love Rachel in so many of her roles! Thank you @melvisik for highlighting her works!

== Ari Azure's Act of Grace ==

Our lovely crew-mate @ariazureyt wrote a song about OFMD being cancelled, and commissioned @enabuns to draw, and @ferventrabbit on vocals! The full song will be released on their youtube this Friday! To follow along for updates, visit their Link.tree

== London Billboard ==

A few more photos from the SaveOFMDCrew meetup at the London Billboard in Leicaster Square! Wanna see them all? Visit the @saveofmdcrewmates website!

Our crew-mate @heather.in.wonderland on Instagram brought Little Ed with her to visit the billboard!

== Trucks Ads Outside Amazon! ==

== Save OFMD Meet Up In London Video! ==

See the whole post on tumblr!

Website: https://www.help.saveofmd.com/ Petition: change.org/p/save-our-flag-means-death Socials: linktr.ee/saveofmdcrew

Vocals: twitter.com/ferventrabbit

Video: twitter.com/kristybean18

Lyrics: Set your eyes upon the screen A wondrous sight to see This is "La Vue en rose" Londoners from far and near Will likely shed a tear To see "La Vue en rose" The petition climbs so high No streamer can deny The power of our show We’ll spread the word about our pirates dear Until the fandom at last perseveres Look upon the lovely sight To keep our hope alight "La Vue en rose"

== Uproar Coming To America! ==

Get your tickets at fandango!

== Watch Party Reminders! ==

== Lube As A Crew ==

Our dear friends over at @astroglideofficial are hosting one last Lube As A Crew, with all of Season 2 in one go! Starts Friday March 15th 12 pm Noon PST ( 4pm EST, 8 pm GMT)

== Wrecked ==

There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th. 

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd. 

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags: 

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

== OurFlagRTL ==

Twitter-Watch-Along von Our Flag Means Death:

Streamt Staffel 2 ab dem 15. März.

Samstag, 9.3. 17:00 Folgen 1 bis 3, 

Dienstag, 12.3. 20:00 Folgen 4 & 5, 

Mittwoch, 13.3. 20:00 Folgen 6 & 7, 

Donnerstag 14.3. 20:00 Folgen 8 & 9, 

Freitag, 15.3. 17:30 Folge 10

Und anschließend bingen wir zusammen Staffel 2! 

Schaut und tweetet mit! 

Hashtag:

 OurFlagRTL

== Continued Efforts ==

So even though Chaos Dad, David Jenkins told us there was no more home, several people are still out there fighting the good fight. There's been a few different routes being taken.

1. Sell The Show, Let Us Go

Our crew-mate @patchworkpiratebear has been putting out lots of awesome media regarding this, and several people on twitter have been using #SellTheShowLetUsGo

2. There's been continued and more targeted Polite Menacing against Max, WB, and David Zaslav.

Lots of folks have been either responding to Max's Twitter / IG Post, and others have been focusing specifically on Zaslav.

Specific hashtags being used were #FireDavidZaslav and #DontStreamOnMax Thank you to @iamadequate1 for capturing all these great trends and metrics:

== Articles ==

https://www.themarysue.com/our-flag-means-death-fans-put-up-billboard-in-londons-leicester-square/

SchadenFreude Articles

https://awardsradar.com/2024/03/11/you-had-one-job-david/

https://www.cnbc.com/2024/02/23/warner-bros-discovery-hypes-free-cash-flow-investors-dont-buy-it.html

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I know that the new photos were both a welcome gift and also a heavy reminder of where OFMD is and what we've lost. For some it's helping them rally, and for others it's really pulling them down deeper into the gravy basket.

Wherever you are, just know it's gonna be okay. Whether we get an s3 or not, and if we do 10 years from now or next week, it's going to be alright. As so many others have said, including our lovely Con O'Neill, they can't take what we have away from us.

I continue to hear from the cast & crew in all their posts that we are some of the much amazing, kind, and engaging folks they've ever met, and you really should be proud of yourself for that. Our cast & crew are wonderful, but the fans are too.

On a slight side note, please if you can, check on your crew-mates today. The initial shock is starting to fade, but a lot of folks are still struggling, or coming back to struggling after a period of being okay. We're all riding the waves right now lovelies, and it'll take some work but we'll get through the storm, but it'll be easier together.

Our friend @thelatestkate has another lovely note for us.. and I second it. We are all weathering the storm right now, but you belong here, and we love that you're here with us, through tears or laughter, or unhinged fun. Be kind to yourselves lovelies, we are small but we are many, and we all care about you, I wish Sweet Dreams / Happy Days for you <3 Love you Crew.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I've run out of images allowed on one post so we're just gonna do a combo one tonight, and since this scene is the theme of the day, we'll go with the goofiest one of all. Gif courtesy of @stedesbonnets / @edsrosetattoo (The gifs are being weird AF tonight, its showing one name but apparently it's not right? Apologies if I'm not crediting the right folks!)

[tgtbata]

happy wincest mittwoch! what is your favorite era of wincest to explore artistically, and what makes it so appealing to you? is it also your favorite era of the show just in general, from a viewer standpoint?

oh perhaps slightly embarrassing to answer but i love drawing later seasons married!chesters. not actually married, but as close as can be. simply because at heart i am secretly the soggiest being alive and i love the domesticity and gentleness and relief of it and i love adding a little bit of grey to dean’s temples. but i do also love sam’s stupid early bangs and motel aesthetic and tbh a lot of the stuff i want to draw i haven’t drawn yet (and a lot of that is more episode/season specific) so i guess my very favourite thing is that there are so many different angles and eras to explore :p married era is also one of my favourites to watch but it’s definitely not the sole top 1 simply because i love everything before that as well.

[burpenterprisejournal]

POGO IN ITS NATURAL HABITAT

2024/07/4-6 In Its Natural Habitat 07/04 BORGHINI / GRIP / POGO / THÖRN / SIEGER 07/06 BORGHINI / GRIP / POGO / KHORKHORDINA + Kurfürstenstraße 14 Berlin - DE

On 4 and 6 July, Mat Pogo has been invited to participate in two musical encounters within Joel Grip's new exhibition IN ITS NATURAL HABITAT

Paintings, drawings and videos by Joel Grip.

Monday to Saturday, 1-6 of July 2024.

Kurfürstenstraße 14, 10785 Berlin (Innenhof/Erdgeschoss (nice big room)

IN ITS NATURAL HABITAT is an exhibition about the musician and its musics and is open every day, 1-6 of July, from noon to midnight. There will be musicians rehearsing and reflecting almost all the opening time and/but with a certain predetermined focus on entertaining during the time slots precised below.

MONTAG 1.7

18Uhr eröffnung / opening

20Uhr CD release of Trial of Future Animals with Oùat and poetry booklet release of Sam Langer. Michael Griener (schlagzeug) Joel Grip (bass, guimbri) Simon Sieger (piano, flutes, percussion), Sam Langer (voice)

DIENSTAG 2.7

All day, noon to midnight, with specials, hits and requests at 13Uhr and 20Uhr: Imaginary troubadours of the imminent death (a.k.a Lip and Stick) with possible guests.

MITTWOCH 3.7

13Uhr Jah Shanti (music to contemplate the fullness of nothingness to)

20Uhr Yuko Kaseki (movements), Joel Grip (double basses) and Simon Sieger (flutes, pianos and percussions)

DONNERSTAG 4.7

13Uhr Lip and Stick (a.k.a Imaginary troubadours of the imminent death) with possible guests.

20Uhr Mat Pogo (voice), Pär Thörn (voice), Antonio Borghini (double bass), Joel Grip (double bass), Simon Sieger (typewriter)

FREITAG 5.7

13Uhr Jah Shanti (music to contemplate the nothingness of fullness to)

20Uhr LP release of The Straight Horn of Rudi Mahall with Oùat and Rudi Mahall (straight horn).

SAMSTAG 6.7

13Uhr duo Antonio Borghini and Joel Grip (double basses)

20Uhr Mat Pogo (voice), Carina Khorkhordina (trumpet), Joel Grip (double bass), Antonio Borghini (double bass), and possible and impossible guests.

[eleonacham]

Mafia Montag ausnahmsweise mal am Mittwoch ❤️ #lustig #fun #funny #spa #love #sprüche #spruch #tag #day #bilder #bild #love #art #painting #draw #drawing #comics #eleonacham #jokes #witzig #mafia #montag #monday #don #aldente #dienstag #thuseday #regierung #organisation https://www.instagram.com/p/CpxxZvqMKMx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kopfprojekt]

OK, es geht über die letzten 5 Runden! Montag, Dienstag, Mittwoch, Donnerstag, Freitag ... Wir können es schaffen!!! #kopfprojekt #blog #life #diary #tagebuch #zettelfan #zeichnen #zeichnung #bildchen #skizze #skribble #scribble #kritzelei #comic #drawing #illustration #painting #artbook #sketch #sketchbook #doodle #draft #inkdrawing https://www.instagram.com/p/Co38vutIclG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[apinguangzhou]

(2.8.23) 澳门🇲🇴Trip No.2 (Day 3) 1) 早上去吃非常好吃的brunch (slept in late and then made our way to brunch at “LaxCafe” which was super cute with all their hand drawing decor and delicious food. We then wandered around and bought some more souvenirs before returning to our hotels to pack and check out) 2) 玩完澳门，回去广州 (when we fully checked out, we took a cab back to the border; went through customs and immigrations and successfully walked back into Mainland China/Zhuhai. We can took a car for about 1.5 hours from Zhuhai back to Guangzhou 3) came home to a wonderful surprise - received prizes for a contest I participated in for CNY and the gifts are amazing! Happy to have been selected as one of its many winners and received their generous gifts 4) since I got back home quite late and didn’t feel like cooking, I went out and grabbed us #mcdonalds for dinner; showered; ate some fruits for dessert and then called it a night **Lesson(s) learned: N/A #APinGZ #iphone12promax #apiphone12promax #wanderlust #travelbuggotmeagain #livingabroad #workingabroad #teachingoverseas #covid19 #ilovetotakepicsofmyfood #february #wednesday #wednesdayfunday #mittwoch #guangzhou #china #广州 #中国 #星期三 #二月 #廣州 #中國 (at Guangzhou, China) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoaDMDRPSD3yKJ2F84U3bL-ml91fJeB4ln7BhI0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ky-rar]

He’s a really bright guy

[resiradiart]

That concert in vienna was so good

[solarcas]

Die Hochzeit gestern war ein voller Erfolg, und genauso war es die von Jakob organisierte After-Party; da sie aber eben von Jakob auf die Beine gestellt wurde, dürfen sich die Gäste an Dino-Nuggets (Samu beäugt bereits kritisch die Auswahl am Buffet, und überlegt ob es sinnig ist einem Kind eine Lektion über Veganismus zu halten), Robby Bubble (Bethli. Bethli was tust du da. Bethli das is aber nicht kindgerecht Bethli!!) und natürlich einem Bobby Car Rennen (ja ich habe Onkel Werner auf ein *Bobby* Car gesetzt. Ich weiß ich bin lustig. An dieser Stelle dürft ihr gerne lachen. Haha <]:)) erfreuen. Dem frisch vermählten Ehepaar macht das aber gar nichts aus, die sind nämlich noch in ihrer völlig zufriedenen Bubble gefangen, aus der sie aller höchsten nach den Flitterwochen wieder hervordringen werden. Dabei bemerken sie nicht einmal, wer da so manchen sehnsüchtigen Blick nach ihnen wirft...

[Öffnen für bessere Qualität!]

[luigiiis]

#WEDNESDAY #FLOWERS ❤️ #blackandwhite #drawing #effect #pencil #daily #love #heart #mittwoch #evening #cold #winter #january #berlin #blogger #fashion #lines #line #outfit #jacket #face #lines #cold #swedish #sweden #scandinavian #scandinavia #copenhagen #denmark #outfit https://www.instagram.com/p/B7WeArnIMFy/?igshid=h1vyvtifks1q

[coradelang]

Mitt which 13.6 #drawing#dibujo#artonpaper#artistbook#inkonpaper#mittwoch#miercoles#speech#bubble#blancoynegro#blacknwhite#artcurator#artgalleries https://www.instagram.com/p/CT4skXUolv6/?utm_medium=tumblr

[orionfalling]

here’s my quick little fix-it fic/basically what i would have liked to see in between kieutou making up and waking up super domestic and cuddly!

i know you now, we’re brand new

They've made up, they've reunited, they've refamiliarized themselves. Now all that's left is to enjoy each other's company and talk through the things that broke them apart.

Or: the post-mittwoch 18:31, pre-donnerstag 9:17 clip that we didn't get where these two finally learn how to communicate

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29566044

They had been still for a while now. It didn’t matter how long, the time wasn’t important. The only thing that mattered right now was that they had found their ways back into each other’s arms.

It was late, but Fatou wasn’t sure she even wanted to check the time. The night had passed in a blur, every unimportant detail immediately deleted from her mind so she had enough room to memorize the warm body under her hands, the soft lips that pressed their way down her neck.

She remembered shrugging into Kieu My’s discarded white sweatshirt at one point, rescuing it from where it had been flung haphazardly in favor of more exciting prospects. Fatou had never felt this close to anyone before, never as welcome, never as at home as with Kieu My.

The girl in question was lying right beside her, watching her with quiet eyes. An exhausted, peaceful expression graced Kieu My’s face, a small quirk of the lips as she considered Fatou right back.

She reached one hand sleepily to hold Fatou’s cheek, drawing her thumb over Fatou’s bottom lip.

Kieu My cleared her throat, neither of them having spoken for some time.

“I didn’t say it earlier, but I missed you too. So much.”

She kept her gaze determinately fixed on Fatou’s lips, as if nervous to look Fatou in the eye.

Patient as ever, Fatou said, “Yeah?”

Kieu My gave a quick little nod. “Yeah.”

Her hand moved to trace Fatou’s eyebrow, letting herself explore what it felt like to have Fatou within reach finally. The silence built up in the space between them, but it felt friendly now, welcoming the conversations they both knew were coming.

“I’m...sorry,” Kieu My breathed out finally. “I’m sorry for what I said on Thursday. I didn't mean to make you feel – I don’t know, I never meant for you to feel less than. I just saw you smile and my heart felt like it was being torn out. But it was so shitty of me.”

Fatou leaned into Kieu My’s hand and waited for their eyes to meet. When she finally caught sight of Kieu My’s eyes she gave a soft smile, but felt the bittersweet sting of the apology catch something in her chest.

“It shocked me more than anything. I thought you were over me before I could figure out how to fix us the right way. The way you deserved. I really thought you never wanted to see me again and that I was going to have to try and get over you again for the third time.”

Kieu My turned and groaned into the pillow. Fatou stroked her hair softly, trying to signal with her body that she would wait until Kieu My was ready to talk. Fatou was ready to listen.

“I was such a bitch, Fatou, I’m sorry. I just. I was so fucking sad every day. Miserable every time I saw you in class and miserable when I didn’t. I called Ismail in the middle of the night and I wouldn’t be able to stop crying. Zoe had to leave her Valentine’s date with Finn because I saw pictures of you and couldn’t breathe.”

Kieu My shifted back onto her side, facing Fatou, revealing glimpses of tears filling her eyes.

She continued, her voice starting to shake, saying, “When you showed up in bio that first day and you didn’t even look at me, I felt like the ground opened up beneath me. It was the first time I had caught myself looking at you that you didn’t look back. I felt so fucking dumb.” Fatou’s eyes began to well up too and she pulled Kieu My into her chest, rubbing circles into her back and pressing little kisses to the top of her head, hoping the embrace would heal more than words could.

Kieu My’s arms came up from where they had been trapped beneath the two of them and Fatou felt desperate, grasping hands carding into the back of her sweatshirt, pulling her closer.

They lay there, breathing each other in. Letting the hurt they had caused each other ring through the room, knowing that they had come out the other side, the beginnings of active communication acting as a salve to wounds that were still too raw.

Resting her chin on top of Kieu My’s head, Fatou murmured, “I’m glad you had them. Zoe, Finn. Even Ismail.”

Tucked into Fatou’s neck, Kieu My nodded.

“They’re my family,” she said. “We’re a little fucked up and messy, and we’ve made some really terrible choices, but they’ve always had my back, even when I know I didn’t deserve it.”

“You deserve everything,” Fatou responded immediately, with no hesitation. There was no doubt in her mind that if only one thing was true, it was that Kieu My deserved all of the love and support and friendship and joy that there was.

But the tightening of Kieu My’s fingers gripping at the back of her sweatshirt showed Fatou that Kieu My was still uncertain, so Fatou pulled back for a second.

She reached down to brush Kieu My’s bangs out of her face and held Kieu My’s face with both hands, before reaching down carefully to plant a tender kiss on Kieu My’s lips.

Time froze again, and the world turned pale and dull in the bright light of their kiss. Two galaxies colliding, but purposeful and slow, get closer every second. Time slowed in the gravity they created, moments blurring at the heat they gave off, until they pulled away slowly, breathlessly.

Kieu My kept her eyes closed for a beat after they had pulled away, her grip on Fatou relaxing, as Fatou nuzzled into her cheek.

“You make me feel everything,” Kieu My sighed contentedly.

Fatou grinned. “Remember how you tried to pretend you were heartless while I was teaching you how to flirt with girls?” Kieu My squinted at Fatou in mock outrage.

“Why would you bring that up!” she said, attempting to sound stern but laughing halfway through. “No, but honestly that was the biggest lie. I was so nervous, we had matched on Tinder and talked for a little bit and I really wanted to kiss you so badly. I wanted you to kiss me and I thought if I asked you for tips, we could have moved to...I don’t know, a practical demonstration?” Fatou burst out laughing and Kieu My’s smile took over her face as she swatted at her girlfriend.

“Stop laughing, I didn’t know how to tell you I liked you!”

“Obviously I didn’t either. My friends are probably sick and tired of all of the pining I did.”

Kieu My giggled, a small nod of agreement and tucked herself firmly back into Fatou’s arms. A comfortable quiet fell over them once more. Their arms and limbs were so intertwined, Fatou started to forget where she ended and Kieu My began.

Outside, the sky gave the first signs of the day, a dark gray starting to build up along the horizon and the deep black of night giving way. Sleep, however, still managed to evade both girls, despite the comfortable exhaustion. Getting to hold and be held, to feel and be felt for the first time after an intense separation was more magic than any dream could hope to provide.

Fatou was playing with a strand of Kieu My’s hair, working it through her fingers as the other girl dozed on her chest, moving every few seconds only to place a little kiss or two on Fatou’s neck.

Fatou remembered the last time she had been on Kieu My’s bed before their reunion and felt a stab of guilt. She sat up a little bit, jostling Kieu My, who looked up questioningly, startled for a moment, but just as quickly turned worried at the expression on Fatou’s face.

"Kieu My," Fatou started carefully, planning out precisely what she wanted to say. "I’m sorry for looking at your phone that night at your party. I was on edge and out of place and nothing was going right and you were the only person who was trying to listen and it was easier to blame you for not wanting me as much than it was to hear you out. I just felt like everyone was leaving me behind. That I was disappointing them all. And I took those messages as a sign to leave you before you could leave me."

Kieu My nodded slowly, taking in the words, before dropping her head back down onto Fatou’s chest. She tucked her head back under Fatou’s chin, cheek pressed to chest.

She said, “It hurt to know that you didn’t trust me.” Fatou resumed stroking Kieu My’s hair, before saying, “I think it was more that I didn’t trust myself.”

It was Kieu My’s turn to pull away slightly, just so she could catch Fatou’s eye with a questioning look.

Fatou considered the distance for a moment, sighing.

“Up until that point,” she explained. “Everyone warned me about you. They told me you were the “ice queen”, that you would hurt me. Even you called yourself heartless. And it was so confusing to me, because I never saw that from you once. I saw you try your best to look that way, like you didn’t care. But I was so sure that you did. And deeply. In my mind you were just this...vibrant galaxy, swirling with stars and colors, spinning and full of light and impossible to pin down. But after hearing everyone say I was fooling myself, I started thinking that they might be right. I’m sorry for that. For not hearing you out.”

There was a moment of silence, a pause where Fatou wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen, before Kieu My cuddled closer into Fatou.

She hummed happily for a second and Fatou, confused, asked, “hm?”.

Fatou felt the vibrations from what Kieu My was saying before she heard them.

“You thought I was a whole galaxy,” Kieu My said quietly, the smile evident in her voice.

Fatou couldn’t help the joy that bubbled up inside her and leaned over to press a firm kiss on Kieu My’s forehead, while Kieu My giggled softly.

“I was so used to being chased by boys,” Kieu My started saying. “But you were so confusing. I didn’t know if you liked me and I didn’t know how to tell you that I liked you so much , so I asked Zoe, and —”

Fatou interrupted. “Wait, so when you guys came in for the wine that day at the WG, that was planned?”

Kieu My flushed. “Maybe?”

Fatou laughed in disbelief, before rolling them both over, Kieu My on her back, Fatou hovering over her, and leaned in for a quick kiss, made quicker because neither of them could stop smiling long enough to concentrate.

“That was one of the best moments of my life, are you kidding me? The girl I had been crushing on for years was into girls too, and she admitted it in front of all of my friends, so there was no way I had dreamt it.”

Kieu My groaned, tried to hide beneath her hands, roll away, but Fatou had her pinned, so she ended up staring right back at Fatou’s mischievous grin, before what Fatou had admitted out loud finally struck her.

Her expression serious suddenly, she looked up at Fatou, big brown eyes searching for honesty.

“Years?” Kieu My asked quietly. “Mailin had said the Moulin-Rouge dance, so I thought –”

Fatou huffed out a sigh. “Mailin thinks she knows a lot more than she actually does.”

Kieu My kept their eye contact. “But years, Fatou?”

Fatou rocked back and sat on her heels, as Kieu My rose to a seated position too.

“Yeah,” she admitted, finally. “Years. The first time I remember noticing you was years ago. We were in the same math class, and I was struggling and just felt so small. And you were nearby, we had never spoken or interacted or anything. But you were scribbling something down on a piece of paper and slid it over to me without saying a word, and then got up to go talk to someone else. And when I opened it up, it was everything, written out so clearly. What the problems were asking, how to solve them, what the teacher was looking for. Everything.”

Kieu My looked straight at Fatou, eyes shining.

Fatou continued. “You didn’t know me. But you wanted to help me anyway. And I never forgot. So I tried not to listen to what people said about you. I knew better.”

As soon as Fatou finished talking, Kieu My moved towards her, and they were kissing again, more passionately than they had for the duration of the conversation. They moved together, pouring all of their hurt and affection, care and concern into one another.

When their lips finally broke apart, Kieu My kept their foreheads close, and whispered, “I noticed you then too. I wanted you to see me, but I was shy. But I’ve always noticed you.”

The smile that overtook Fatou’s face outshone the sun, which was coincidentally beginning it’s climb over the horizon. Fatou leaned in for one more kiss, before tugging Kieu My down next to her.

“Okay, time to sleep!” she declared. “We have to get my genius girlfriend to school so she can take over the world and then take me to Mars!”

Kieu My’s laugh sounded like watching meteor showers, stunning and mesmerizing, breathtaking in every way.

“Maybe we can take tomorrow off. Just this once. I’d like to wake up to you.”

[moma-prints]

Monday (Montag) from The History, all derer von Sonntag bis Mittwoch und zurück, Robert Michel, 1920, published 1965, MoMA: Drawings and Prints

Gift of Mrs. Abraham Chanin Size: plate: 6 15/16 × 3 7/8" (17.7 × 9.8 cm); sheet: 14 9/16 × 10 5/16" (37 × 26.2 cm) Medium: One from a portfolio of five etchings

http://www.moma.org/collection/works/149914

[polkaerio]

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Mittwoch, 14.07.2021

DRAWING FRAUD - A CON MAN AND HIS PENCIL

Alles Wasser, was man in Kalifornien bräuchte, kommt hier runter. Von schwerem Regen aufgeweichte Welt. Vielleicht fehlte das, hier in Deutschland, eine allgemeine, reale Bedrohung durch brennende Wälder, Feuerwalzen, die immer näher an die Städte heranrücken, die bodentiefen Fenster, vielleicht würde das helfen, dem Land hier diese Olaf-Scholzigkeit auszutreiben, diesen E-Roller-Flair, plastikbeschalt in den Trendfarben der Saison, und nicht so eine abstrakte Virus-Nummer, das die optische Welt betrügt.

Irgendwo sein, um nicht darüber nachdenken zu müssen, warum man dort ist.

Express.de: Beim IQ kann den Kölnern keiner was - und Frauen sind schlauer als Männer

[highsintheskies]

Floods, Boxes & Tickle Fights

Inspired by @paperlanguages fic ‘Box or Bin?’

This work can also be read on AO3 here

Sonntag 19:02

The last time Mia had stayed in bed this long her eyes were red from crying, cheeks puffy and earphones plugged in to drown out the rest of the world around her. But, in the span of two days, her world had changed, again, much like she had been on a rollercoaster ride of emotions and events the past three weeks of her life. She hoped from this point on, her life would be much calmer, similar to the state her heart was in at that very moment while she was wrapped up in Alex’s arms. She lifted her head slightly to look up at her boyfriend (as she’s done a million times over the last couple of days since professing her love for him and having him say those words back). His eyes were closed, hair a shaggy mess across his forehead, and his fingers were absentmindedly drawing patterns on her back every few seconds. When the curves of his lips began to lift, Mia quickly closed her eyes and laid her head back down pretending to sleep but she knew she had been caught.

“Can’t get enough of my face?” Alex opened one eye to look at Mia, cheekily daring her to deny it. In turn, Mia had to use all of her power to suppress the smile that would automatically burst out onto her face every time he looked at her.

“Just checking if you’re asleep so I can finally make my escape…” She didn’t think the stupid grin on his face could get any wider, but it did. It didn’t matter. She had his exact expression mirrored on her face.

Alex loosened his arms and unfolded them, making a big gesture to show that she was free. “You can go but you and I both know that you really don’t want to.”

Mia shook her head, fully knowing that he was right but before she could resume her position in his arms, her phone began to chime with notifications. Groaning, she picked it up, quickly scanning the messages from Hans. As her mind began to process what Hans and Linn were telling her, she shot up to lean against the headboard. Alex gingerly followed, turning his body towards her, waiting for her to tell him what was going on. When Mia finally put her phone down, punctuated with an exasperated sigh, he knew that the peace that had previously enveloped them was over and the realities of the outside world had come crashing down.

“My apartment’s flooded.”

“Seriously?”

Mia could only nod in disbelief. She had only been gone for two days and the pipes burst. Alex moves closer to envelope her in a hug and place some light pecks against her cheek. She turns her head towards him.

“I guess I need to go home and check on the damage.”

Alex buries his face in her neck and nods. “Mmmmm…I’ll drive you”

“Ok. And if it’s really bad…”

Before she can even finish the sentence Alex cuts her off with a kiss.

“Don’t worry, Hotel Hardenberg is always at your service.”

“Do I get a discounted rate?”

“For you, it’s free…”

Mia cocked an eyebrow knowing that there was some sort of catch.

“…but tips would be appreciated”

She could only stick out her tongue in response.

Mittwoch 11:38

Placing his hands on his hips, a sheen of sweat glistening on the back of his neck, Alex surveyed the work that he and Mia has managed to do over the last four hours. Alex was never much of an early riser, but the relief on Mia’s face when Linn informed her the previous day that she had located a new apartment and the worry that creeped onto her frown of her eyebrows a few moments later when told they had to move the next day, was enough for Alex to volunteer his services at seven in the morning. (That, and also the fact that he loved Mia and would do anything for her).

They had managed to dismantle the bed (miraculously, most of Mia’s furniture and belongings hadn’t been touched by the water damage or were salvageable), and packed three boxes and were in the middle of sifting through of some more of Mia’s things in order to decide what was going to be thrown away, donated or packed. While Mia had gone out to grab some snacks and drinks for the two of them, Alex patiently stood in the middle of the room trying to figure out what are to tackle next. Mia didn’t have too many things, but he knew that she liked things to be organized and done in order.

Alex spotted some photographs that had been strewn across the floor during the packing and he quickly flipped through them admiring the flawless beauty that was his girlfriend, and even took some quick snaps of them on his phone. As he moved to put them back, he knocked over some books, but as he went to re-stack them and place them into a box, a heavily creased piece of paper caught his eye. Flattening it out against his leg, what he saw caused an amused chuckle to escape his lips just as Mia walked through the door.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d be slightly offended that you decided to keep a picture of Jonas’ junk.”

Realizing what he was holding, Mia hastily placed the cocoa and sandwiches down onto one of the packed boxes, lunging at Alex, but unable to snatch the paper away. He smirked at her while holding the paper above her head, just out of reach. She glared at him, but it only caused him to smile more.

“So, why do you have this?”

Knowing that he wouldn’t let it go, Mia shrugged, feigning nonchalance in the hopes that he would eventually move on to another topic. When he continued to stare at her waiting for an explanation, she sighed.

“Kiki gave me a copy. The bell rang so I stuffed it in my bag and forgot to throw it out.”

Alex nodded, willing to drop the subject, but wanting to tease Mia just a little bit more. He traces an imaginary question mark on her forehead, and mock-gestures a thinking pose. Mia tries to swipe the paper that he was still holding, but when that doesn’t work, she begins to tickle him, tackling him to the ground. He lands on his back with a thud, but secures his arms around Mia before she can hit the floor.

“Just admit that you liked me already.”

Mia shakes her head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but Alex continues their little war and tickles her side, causing her to erupt with laughter.

“I won’t admit to anything.”

Alex continues to tickle her, while peppering her nose, cheeks, ears and neck with kisses. Unable to take it any longer, and stomach hurt from laughing, Mia raises her arms signaling her admission of defeat. Satisfied and still smug from his discovery, Alex hoists them both up off of the floor, but making no further comments. Mia sighs in relief and makes a move to retrieve their snacks so that they can eat and finish packing. As she hands Alex his cocoa, she beams up at him, causing him to look at her in confusion.

“What?”

“I’ll admit to one thing now though…I wish that picture was yours.”