Theoneandonlybastard - Simi 🐰

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Some Journalling/Scrapbooking Tips!!

• Never fret about how much stationary you have. You dont need a vast collection of washi tapes, pens and stickers to create a brilliant journal. Your collection will build slowly. Besides, I find that the best of spreads are made from stray scraps and hand drawn pictures etc.

• Also, (and this applies to general artists too) expensive supplies do not automatically make you a better artist. You may want to explore and find your journalling feet first, or at least understand that expensive supplies won't instantly make your spreads incredible, and that the best works can be made from anything, recycled, handmade, cheap, expensive... it's the artist that makes it what it is.

• Hold on to things. Receipts, labels, tickets. Keep these things in a folder too so you always have a treasure trove of bits and bobs.

• In the same vein, keep things like wrapping paper and magazine cutouts. When you don't have access to a printer but feel the inspiration for a spread, you can always resort to these. Plus, they look lovely as borders and backgrounds for pages.

• Dont be afraid to stick things down and just see where it takes you. You dont always have to have an elaborate plan for each and every spread. As I say, the greatest spreads are often the ones thrown together quickly and experimentally.

• Dont be scared to use your supplies!!!! I had this problem before. Your craft supplies are made to be used, so don't be stingy with them. Rip things up, tape things down, go crazy! It's what artists do.

• If you aren't happy with certain pages in your journal, don't rip them out!! It shows creative progress, good spreads and not so good spreads. A journal that was perfect the whole way through would become monotonous, no? In other words, a slow, fast, up and down, loop-de-looping rollercoaster is far more thrilling than a single-speed straight-tracked rollercoaster, isn't it?

• Don't be afraid of changing styles. Again, this book is your own and can be a fun example of how you've grown as an artist. So if you begin with a minimalist, planner-type journal and then decide you prefer aesthetic, scrapbooking styles, no worries!! It's your journal, no one else's.

• Write whatever you want! Your idols, interests, friends and family, life, anything you wish!! This journal is yours and yours alone. Use it like a diary, use it as an open letter to your idols, use it to chronicle your art skills, or just have fun making nice-looking pages! Why not? As long as your having fun, there are no rules or boundaries to journalling, just as there are no rules or boundaries to creating art. Just have fun!!

Currently, the world is in panic and not at a disco.

YKNOW I JUST UPLOADED THE WIP OF THIS BUT I ALSO JUST FINISHED THE FULL VERSION OF THAT FLORPUS EDIT/AMV SO HERE LMAO

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concept playlists part 3

you’re 17 on the verge of immortality and you sit in the backyard of your best friend. you’re there for a small party they’re throwing, and you watch as several people you know spectate a game of beer pong. it’s warm and lights softly illuminate the grassy yard. the air smells of chlorine from the large pool not yet warm enough to swim in. you’re buzzed and red-faced and glad.

it’s 10 pm and you’re having a sleepover with your best friend. you have face masks on and you’re lounging in pajamas, snacks covering your bed. your parents just went to bed and your best friend decides that now is the perfect time for a dance party. you get up and grab hands, dancing around your room with abandon. you’ve never felt more ridiculous. you’ve never felt more at home.

you stare out of the passenger side window of a beat up car. it’s late at night and you’re driving up the coast with someone you’ve run away with. butterflies rustle in your stomach and despite your drowsiness, sleep evades you. the sound of other cars passing is comforting and although you tingle with anxiety, excitement over what’s to come stirs in your mind.

it’s 1956 and you live in northern california. you’ve just arrived at your high school’s formal prom. the theme is starry night. your outfit is perfect and your date is picturesque. rock n’ roll is the new thing and it’s the life of the party. you never thought your school’s gym could look so beautiful. you lay your hand in your date’s and you dance the night away.

Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac except you’re a witch, lazily fixing up a potion on an autum evening while it plays on your stereo.

same Claudia

Lestat: What could I ever do to pacify you? What do you want?

Claudia: thicc tiddies

AU where Tony knew Aunt May and Uncle Ben in college so that in Iron Man 2 when Peter goes to the Stark Expo it becomes a “Charles and Ellen Mulaney meet Bill Clinton” scenario in the Parker household.

Peter: My aunt gets the invitation to the Stark Expo in the mail, and she goes, “We gotta go! We gotta go see Tony!” and without looking at her and just turning the page in a newspaper my uncle goes, “Why? It’s not like he’s going to remember you.“ 

With great power comes great responsibility. Same motherfucker.

So my aunt says, "Fine, I’ll take Peter.”

And I go, “Heck yeah!” and I slide out into the living room in my Iron Man mask and we walk out the door.