#trenc

[prince-raisins-art]

god.... give me the strength to draw myself getting railed by the goofiest looking fictional men imaginable and not immediately get embarrassed and delete the drawing before i can even properly start it

[askamiitopia]

It appears that the sudden noise had attracted unwanted attention

[voidsentprinces]

Hmm...I dunno how else to describe it but with the newer generations being on places like Tiktok. It feels like Youtube's algorithm has turned it into a Fox News site for Millennials. Where watching even one trailer about Pokemon will magically have it suggest angry white man with a beard yelling about "X going woke". And not matter how many times you click "Don't recommend this channel" or "I'm not interested in this" it'll worm its way back into your recommendations. The lack of well taken care of animators and artists now giving way to shouty man gets mad like 3-year old and throws a temper tantrum. Join next week as person who suggests that he grow up gets an 18 hours video dedicated to him shouting at them to drive his traffic and keep his lights on.

[seventeengoingunder]

you can always tell when i'm procrastinating because i just start saying anything on this app

[sidonius5]

[wiollainwonderland]

A day in my life before Covid and russian invasion in Ukraine

February, 2020

[squeak-art]

Love my lads

[radiogornjigrad]

Veljko Krulčić: KAKO JE MILAN TRENC DOČEKAO DUHA (Posvećeno Željku Jelenskom)

fotografija željko jelenski Nažalost, niti uz najbolju volju nisam imao mogucnost prije tri dana, bio je petak, trinaesti u mjesecu, da ispratim na Mirogoju, nešto iza podneva, u bolja prisjećanja dragog Željka Jelenskog, veliko ime ovdašnje umjetnosti fotografije. Artistu i profesionalcu od “glave do pete”. Bio je nešto stariji od mene, poznavali smo se i pomalo druzili u našem mladenačkom…

[djag64]

(DJ AG64) This week: Purple Disco Machine, Sophie and the Giants, Super8 & Tab, Jess Ball, Nora En Pure, Kylie Minogue, and many others. OVERTIME is a weekly format with highly selected EDM music (Trance, Progressive, Electrohouse, Big Room) with all the best tracks released the week before its broadcast by Alberto Gucci.

[techcdj]

(TC Dj)

[tatmanblue]

Es Trenc by acastanon.viciola Via Flickr: Playa de Es Trenc

[las-microfisuras]

Sé lo que quiero: una mujer fea y limpia, con senos grandes, que me diga: ¿qué es eso de andar inventando cosas?, nada de dramas, ¡venga aquí inmediatamente! –y me dé un baño tibio, me ponga un camisón blanco de lino, trence mi cabello y me meta en la cama, muy enfadada, diciendo: ¿qué es eso?, andar por ahí sola, comiendo fuera de horas, que hasta va a coger una enfermedad, déjese de inventar tragedias, piense que es grande y buena la vida, tómese esa taza de caldo caliente. 

Me alza la cabeza con la mano, me cubre con una sábana grande, aparta algunos mechones de mi frente ya blanca y fresca, y me dice, antes de que yo me duerma mansamente: 

va a ver qué pronto engorda esa carita, olvide tonterías y quédese ahí, como una niña buena. Alguien que me recoja como un perro humilde, que me abra la puerta, me regañe, me alimente, me quiera severamente como a un perro, eso es lo que quiero, como a un perro, como a un hijo.

Clarice Lispector, Cerca del corazón salvaje.

[askamiitopia]

would any of you perchance want to partake in the consumption of multiple slices of bread

[useless-catalanfacts]

Yesterday's posts made me think of this song that I love. It's also a song inspired by the maquis (guerrilla fighters against Franco's dictatorship), or so I have always interpreted.

I si demà no tornara ("If I don't come back tomorrow") by the Valencian band Obrint Pas.

Here's the lyrics in Valencian-Catalan and the translation to English:

La por em desvetla a les nits sense dormir i sent el vell revòlver que descansa sobre el pit en aquest bosc humit els silenci és l’enemic a trenc d’alba partim seguint les llums del matí

Fear keeps me up on sleepless nights and I feel the old revolver that rests on my chest. In this humid forest silence is the enemy. At the break of dawn we leave following the morning lights.

Travessem l’aurora entre els cingles del massís en aquestes muntanyes sobreviure és resistir hem canviat mil cops de nom però tots sabem qui som guerrillers supervivents combatents de l’últim front

We cross the sunrise among the mountain range's cliffs. In these mountains, to survive is to resist. We have changed our names a thousand times but we all know who we are: surviving guerrilla fighters, combatants of the last front.

Unes flames roges cremem el nostre horitzó la casa on dormirem és un esquelet de foc han matat el masover ens solia refugiar anit em va somriure quan ens vam acomiadar

Red flames burn in our horizon: the house where we slept is a skeleton of fire. They have killed the sharecropper, he used to take us in, last night he smiled at me when we said goodbye.

La lluna ens recorda que som com estels errants ombres d’una guerra perduda en sendes de fang i quan la foscor em venç acaricie en soledat un record en blanc i negre el motiu del meu combat

The moon reminds me that we're like shooting stars, shadows of a war lost in muddy paths and when darkness beats me I caress in solitude a memory in black and white, the reason for my fight.

I si demà no tornara al lloc on et vaig deixar vull que recordes que un dia joves com nosaltres vam marxar a lluitar armats d’amor i coratge i un clavell roig amagat combatrem fins l’últim dia sota bandera de la llibertat

And if tomorrow I don't come back to the place where I left you I want you to remember that one day young people like us left to go fight armed with love and courage and a hidden red carnation we'll fight until the last day under the flag of freedom.

(Repeat lyrics)

The voices towards the end of the song, before the last chorus, are reading the names and ages of some of the antifascist fighters who were executed by Franco's dictatorship. Some of the voices overlap so I'm not 100% sure of all, but this is what I hear:

Àgueda Campos Barrachina, 29 years old. Isabel Sáenz González, 24 years old Agustí Jofre Capelinos, 50 years old Emilio (?), 16 years old (?), 29 years old (?) (?), 34 years old Emilio Caballero, 29 years old (?) Cabrera, 57 years old Vicenta Pont(?) Ferrer, 30 years old.

[the-ravenist]

My Step it Up Girl!

Arthur "Spoon" Spindell x Black!Fem! Reader/OC

I just finished Shelter, and I'm in love w/ Spoon so I made a fix

Reader is on the thicker and taller side, black as usual, reader is a female, this takes place during the basketball cheer dance, reader does a solo act, infatuated spoon, maybe ooc spoon, maybe some tension, mutual pining

"No Ema I'm not going to tell them. It's not the best time to anyway," you mutter as you stand in front of your bathroom mirror at home. You still are dressed in the outfit you wore on the mission to save Alice.

But your hands, arms, and neck were covered in blood. The blood of the loved girl named Candy, a girl whose life was taken away from her. You can still taste the acid of vomit in your throat. You were there when Spoon was being taken to have his life ended. You shared laughs and smiles with the two, watching them reconnect. It was amazing, her smile was gorgeous.

But that sweet moment was stripped away as you and Spoon's kidnapper shot her. You held her hand as Spoon comforted her through as you both tried to stop her bleeding. Your throat is still sore from the gut-churning scream you let out once you realize she passed.

Ema's cough rings through the speaker of your phone. It shakes you out of your daze, you turn on the sink and start to remove your clothes.

Good thing that your parents are still at work, it would've been hard to explain why their daughter was covered in blood and tears in her eyes.

"I understand, but I'd think that they will enjoy it. It'll be a nice distraction," Ema persuades.

You finally remove all your clothes and grab a sponge and body wash from under your sink. You pull your ginger beaded braids into a small ponytail then drop 4 drops of your mango-scented body wash into the warm water-filled sink.

"Yeah, but wouldn't the surprised part be a better distraction than actually telling them and them expecting it?"

You bring the body sponge into the mango-scented water and wring out the water. You began to wipe off the blood coating your body. The once yellow sponge turns into a brownish color. The sounds of water dripping rings through the bathroom.

"Ema did I lose you..?"

"No, just thinking about how logical you are," she laughs a bit.

You let out a muted scoff and a smirk crawls on your lips.

"Ain't that how we became friends?"

"...something like that."

You let out a snort at her quiet claim.

The Next Day

Students, teachers, and parents alike fill the bleachers. Sounds of groans and excited whispers fill the gym as they discuss the awesome halftime show played by the cheerleaders.

Suddenly microphone feedback sounds out through the gym, everyone holding their ears in irration.

"Sorry for the feedback folks but it seems that we have an announcement," the announcer next to Spoon, who looked at him with confusion written all over his face. Yet he tries to put on a small smile as he looks back at the crowd and leans toward his podcast partner.

"What are you doing, there are no more announcements," the words are harshly whispered.

"Yes there was, I just got a text," he whispers back mouth away from the mic, before he quickly puts it back. "There will be another show this evening, staring..."

"From who?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes! Especially when it could be an announcement for a quick school shooting!"

His partner gives him "are you serious"? look. Right before he smiles, clearly fake, as he looks back to the crowd and finishes his announcement.

"As I was saying.. We have another show starring, ooh well ain't this a surprise~"

Everyone slightly rolls their eyes at the exaggeration. The basketball players have moved to the small spot in the bleachers as they're done planning their "come back". Now they're bored and have nothing to do.

"Please welcome to the stage, a metaphorical one of course, (Y/N) (L/N)~!"

A series of jaws dropping ring through the bleachers. It's complete silence as they watch you get up from the bleachers removing your white trench coat to reveal your outfit.

As you step foot onto the wooden floors of the court, your song begins to play.

(You're a mix of the tiktok ver. and Jam Republics dance here's some; also not doing the dance scene cause I'm lazy)

Spoon swears he never had his face this hot before, the eye contact you made and your dance moves didn't help.

You were just so smooth, intense, and passionate. He couldn't help but admire. The same goes for the entire school.

Your ex-boyfriend Buck was exceptionally surprised when you were dating you had al,ways(what he calls blabbing) talking about dancing. Whether it was a new move you mastered or a new dance you want to try. He just thought it was all nonsense.

But oh, how he regrets it now...

You bow to the crowd, a slight smile on your face. Your dimple is on display, the sight has Spoon stuttering.

As you go to retrieve your jacket, Ema's scream of joy rings out through the silent gym.

"Woo! That's my girl," Ema shouts from her spot on the bleachers.

Her shout creates a domino effect, applause and whistles ring through the gym flooding your ears. You stand there, a bit shocked at the applause. You unaware of the boy of your infatuation sneaking up behind you.

You squeal as you feel arms wrap around your slightly pudgy body. You realize who it is when rambling fills your ears. Spoon, you smile as you turn around in his arms.

"Oh my gosh you were like amazing, I didn't know you could dance! And you're an amazing, well terrific dancer. I mean you're so expressive, I mean the faces you were making were just amaz-"

*muah*

Spoon blinks once, twice, or three times. Then his ears begin to turn red as well and his face begins to flush a bit. You're eyes dart to the spot you left on his cheek.

There it is a lip stain all in its glory on his right cheek. It has a light red tint, but it does shine.

Damn. Your lipgloss does look good on him. Your eyes dart to his eyes searching for any form of regret.

Only to find him looking at you with that goddamn smile on his face.

God, you are so gorgeous.

Your copper-rimmed glasses make your brown eyes just look even prettier. Your ginger locs, were neatly up in a half up-down style is loose. Letting a few beaded locs frame your face. Your lips still stained with that red lip gloss.

Oh god.

"I'm sorry lovebirds, but this is basketball and we'd like to get back to that. Please and thank you."

Your bubble of love pops, you look around you and then realize that you're standing in the middle of the court.

Your face heats up with embarrassment. Spoon coos at the sight, but thinks quickly as he moves his hands from your hips to your arms. He quickly guides you to the gym into a hallway nearby.

Your hushed giggles echo through the surprisingly empty halls. I'll just kind of sprint until you're wheezy, you go into the nearest classroom. Which happens to be the art room.

The smell of acrylic paints liger in the room.

Once you and Spoon have entered the room you lean your back against the door. Spoon is a couple feet away from you, face still heated from the kiss you gave him on his cheek.

It's silent for a moment before Spoon begins to speak again, his tone is quiet and curious.

"You kissed me..?"

A bit baffled yet your tone days affirmative.

"Yes, Spoon yes I did."

"Why?"

You let out an embarrassed huff. This is not how this is supposed to go. You were going to do it in private, maybe get him some flowers and bring him to the MILF room or something.

But I guess, being in an empty art room after a dance performance will work too.

You pull up your big girl pants and tell him the truth.

"Because I like you, Arthur."

For the first time in a while, Arthur is the one stunned to silence. Though the silence is not necessarily a good sign.

"And when I mean 'like you'. I mean that I like you romantically. I like your smile, and your goofy little glasses, I would listen to you ramble all day. And I mean all fucking day. You're so smart, it's really admirable. You're so stinking sweet and kind. I just wanna kiss you and hug you till you pop like ugh. Spoon, I like y-"

This time your ranking is cut off by lips. Spoon's lips to be exact. On your cheek, right where your only dimple is.

It takes you a quick second to get back to the present. You move your eyes to Spoon's...gorgeous brown eyes. As if y'all were in a trance, eyes haze over as your bodies move closer. Your hands reach up to cup his face and his hands to your hips.

Your eyes don't know where to look, neither do the brunettes. Gazes dancing from one's lips to their eyes repeatedly.

"Can I..?"

Your speech is hushed, your lips slightly graze the boy's lips.

"Please do.."

Then your lips meet.

Oh my gosh, is this really happening?!

He tastes of peppermint chapstick.

You taste of cherry lipgloss with vanilla undertones, most likely your vanilla chapstick.

It all just feels right, both of your movements are a little awkward. But it just feels perfect.

Sadly your bodies are in desperate need of air and have to part. All though very reluctantly.

"...holy shit," you whisper with a dazed smile. Your eyes sparkle as you lock eyes with Arthur's.

.

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"My step it up girl.."

"Huh," the bubble pops as you look at Spoon with confusion.

"That's your name on my phone and I'd just feel like I should tell you," Spoon muttered still in a daze.

You snort as you roll your eyes. You gently pinch his cheeks as you whisper an adoring oh spoon.

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fin.

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Here's the link to the OC mood board(Trile is the name)

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Feferi: You sink to t)(e bottom of t)(e mariana trenc)( and i’m just sitting t)(ere cross legged wit)( my laptop and )(eadp)(ones on.