#Dizzy Tagg

[born-sinners-dvd]

Dizzy im Block

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[angelhotchner]

Hotch Seconds: Peppery Waltz

[a.k.a Hotch touches your shoulders]

I present Hotch Seconds: a new, semi-regular series of seemingly obscure Hotch x You drabbles whilst I'm in isolation.

Hotch x Reader [Fem]

Contains: romance, lust, sexual content.

Requests welcome!

This drabble was written on my phone, so formatting is non existent.

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Aaron watched you longer than he should have done.

He stood behind you as you hunched over your desk, desperately scrawling away in your file. You hadn't heard him leave his office or seen his surprised expression to find you sat alone, almost in the dark in the empty bullpen at a stupid hour of the morning.

His eyes settled onto your shoulders and they couldn't leave - seemingly becoming addicted at the rare sight of your bare skin. Your jacket had been discarded on someone else's chair a few hours ago, leaving you in a basic vest, and the pale desk lamp seemed to hit your shoulders in a way that he'd seen no other woman's skin become so radiant. Almost inviting.

Carefully, his fingers danced around your shoulder for a split second, before drawing back hurriedly as if he was singed.

"I'm sorry, I-" He muttered, caught out by himself. You'd frozen under his touch but span your chair around to face him as soon as his skin departed from yours.

You already knew it was him...only one man that would be at work this late had hands that big.

He seemed flustered, but your gaze fell on to the tips of his fingers. Your skin ached for the touch to return: aching for the peppery waltz of his touch to return back, trailing a dizzying circle towards your collarbone and looping around again to the edge of your shoulder.

Without even thinking of where you were, who Hotch was to you or any consequence at all, you gently took his hand. It fell limp as you clasped your fingers around it as much as you could, allowing you to guide it back to your shoulder.

He didn't think about consequences either. For now, all he could think about was feeling your skin and you the same for him.

The circle began again and you hummed in relaxation, closing your eyes as your brain mapped the journey of his caress.

Something else was stirring. You could feel it deep down inside you, a small flutter rising upwards like oil on water. Unbeknownst to you, he was feeling the same kind of rising, although it wasn't so much a flutter as a rock being pulled from the ground.

When you opened your eyes, they found his straight away and something passed between you. His fingers forgot their dance steps and dug into your skin. Your own fingers had crawled towards his tie, slowly creeping upwards of their own accord until they reached the knot. Then they hooked around the knot, pulling him almost on top of you if it weren't for his quick reflexes. His palms slammed down onto your desk behind you for support as your open mouths met.

A kiss speaking a thousand sentences in a brand new language.

One of his hands fell away from the desk and travelled upwards, finding the better location of your cheek and caressing it tenderly as he kissed you softly.

Soft didn't last too much longer as you both developed an insatiable hunger for each other, his tongue sliding over yours with power as you let out a soft whine.

A clamber of metal and loss of light sprung you both apart, as you overestimated how far he'd pushed you back on your seat and managed to headbutt the lamp off your desk.

You scrambled away from him to grab the dismayed lamp, placing it back onto the desk. Your chest rose and fell harshly as you regained your breath and you noticed how his body was mirroring yours.

'Finish that report and go home, L/N,' He said, adjusting his posture back upright and straightening out his tie. SSA Hotchner was back.

You sat back down and stared back down at the file, listening to the sound of his footsteps echo out of the bullpen with a cheeky grin plastered on your face.

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(hmu if you wanna be tagged for this!)

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#hotch seconds #angelhotchner #hotch x you #hotch x female reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem! reader #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds fanfiction

[god-save-the-keen]

15, 50, and 51 for the Love prompt list! (Bryce x f!Mc)🙂

Thanks for the request! I'm so so so sorry that you had to wait this long! I hope you enjoy it!

Next step

Warning: None, fluff

Words: 1.187

Note: I hope both the taggs and the “read more” works, if not, I’m so sorry!

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"I should go back home." Bryce murmured, half asleep, half awake, his arm holding Casey from the waist, close. His eyes were shut and his legs tangled with hers. The moonlight filtered through the window, bathing their figures in a soft ethereal glow as the rest of the room was in complete darkness. She tightened her hold around his torso, making him grin.

"Stay. You are too comfy." She kissed his chest where her head was resting, and his free hand moved her hair off her face, softly brushing it.

"That's all I am to you, a comfy pillow?" She giggled, happily hugging him. "It's okay though. You can have my chest at your disposal whenever you want. And my magic hands." He playfully pinched her side, winking at her, making her flush, thinking of where those hands had been a few hours ago.

"Shut up." She mumbled, smiling.

"I wish I could stay but I have the morning shift, Cas." He pointed out, still without moving out of the bed, still holding her. If he was honest with himself, he didn't want to go either, this was the first time in two weeks they were able to be alone, enjoying some couple time.

"I know, I know, it's just… Can we just stay here for a bit?" Her voice was sleepy and her eyes barely open but he knew that, somehow, she was awake enough to savour the moment.

"Of course gorgeous." He wrapped her up further with the covers and his embrace.

"How is the search for an apartment?" She whispered and Bryce sighed heavily, looking at the ceiling.

"We have been seeing a lot of places, some of them were honestly awful. But we actually liked two of them small but both of them had two bedrooms."

"Hey, that's awesome!" She moved away from his chest to lean her head against his shoulder, attentively looking at his handsome face.

"Yeah, one of them is pretty close to Edenbrook actually, and Keiki's new high school."

"How are you feeling about that? It's a huge step that she is staying permanently." Her thumb lovingly tracing the line of his jaw as he turned it to look at her, their faces intimately close.

"It's a change, that's for sure. I wasn't expecting to deal with a teenager until I was in my fifties, even if I'm going to look as hot as I do now." She softly laughed and he smiled.

"I don't know how much more ego that head of yours can handle." She teased him, sinking deeper in his arms.

"I'm just being honest." He smirked. "But I think we are doing okay." His hand stroked her back, gently coming up and down against her bare skin under her t-shirt. "She really likes you, you know. More than she likes me I think." He added joking, his cocky smile planted on his face, beaming his usual confidence.

"I don't know about that last part but I like her too. She's great and sassy." She peeked at the clock on the nightstand beside him and groaned. "When did it get so late? I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, Cas." His lips brushing her head before planting a soft kiss there.

"I don't want you to but you should leave, it's late." She sadly sighed and gently took his chin, moving his mouth to hers and tenderly kissed him, their foreheads touching each other and their eyes close.

"Move in with me." Bryce abruptly said and she barely separated from him to regard him.

"Yeah right." Casey responded with jesting irony.

"I mean it, Casey." She was expecting to see his characteristically playful grin or hear him chuckling but instead he looked almost exposed, like the words had escaped him before he could stop them.

"You are not kidding?" She sat up a little, suddenly very awake, and he did the same.

"I'm not! I can be serious if I have to, you know that."

"I know you can but…" She trailed off, unsure.

"But what?"

"Are you sure you want that kind of commitment?"

"Of course I am." The last time Casey had seen him like this, a little nervous and without his usual confidence, was when he told her everything about his past.

"Why? You are the flirty type, just in the hospital alone you can have whoever you want--"

"Because I refuse to live without you!" He blurted, interrupting her. She observed him for a moment before getting close and cupping one of his cheeks in her hand, looking deeply into his eyes. All his cockiness and self-confidence had disappeared , being replaced with vulnerability.

"Bryce, I--" She started to say, thinking about her roommates and what it would imply to move in with him, she just couldn't leave them hanging like that, the place was expensive, even between the five of them.

"I want to sleep with you, wake up with you and everything in between. I miss you like crazy when I can't see you everyday." He took her waist and pulled her closer, that damned grin of his brightening his face and the whole room. His words sounded more like himself, secure and with a glint of playfulness, like he was promising her the best of the best, that casually was him.

"I miss you too." A tiny smile tugged the corners of her mouth. "You think Keiki will agree to this?"

"I might have asked her what she thought about it and she may or may not have answered 'You are an idiot if you don't'." Casey quietly laughed, she could almost hear Keiki's voice saying that. "I need you Cas." His warm brown eyes looking into hers intently. "We can choose the place together, the three of us, and we can wait until your roommates find someone to rent the room to."

"Really?"

"Really, beautiful." He sat her on his lap, kissing her neck and playfully biting a small part of her skin, grabbing her hips, softly roaming her legs as she melted under his touch. "So? What do you think?"

"I think…" She nibbled her bottom lip between her teeth, smiling. "That I would love to live with you and Keiki." He cupped her face with both hands, pulling her towards his, effervescently kissing her, the kind of kiss that left you dizzy and breathless and even satisfied for hours.

"I knew you couldn't resist me." His tone was flirty, winking again.

"You want me to?" She looped her arms around his neck.

"Hell no." He leaned down on the mattress drawing her with him on top of his chest.

"When did you talk about this with Keiki?" She had a mischievous tone in her voice as he passed his fingers through his hair, casually grinning.

"When I assumed that she was definitely staying and that we needed a bigger place." She took his mouth with hers enjoying his firm lips against hers. "I love you, Cas." It wasn't the first time he had said it but every time was as special as the first one.

"I love you too, Bryce."

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#choices bryce #bryce lahela x mc #bryce x mc #bryce lahela #dr bryce lahela #bryce x casey

[arabellaaaas]

Favourite Worst Nightmare

Part 5: Only ones who know

|An Alex Turner x Arabella Davis fanfiction series|

Description: When two broken hearted meet, they try and hide their past. This is a story about two young adults whose pasts won't let them find happiness again in each other's arms right away.

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: CREDITS TO THE GIF OWNER. So I have been missing for a bit, but I am back again!! I am still stuck on writing chapters ahead, but at least I have content to post. Tell me if you want to be tagged!!! Have a nice day ❤

Taggs: @imagine-that-100 @bettyschwallocksyee

With her legs up on the steel railing and the breeze going through her black hair, she was listening to her friend's ceaseless comments and remarks as she was taking the smoke from her small roll of organic tobacco into her mouth. She knew that Bree won't stop too soon, so she decided on looking at people passing by, analyzing them, giving each one a life prompt. The lassie did not even get the chance to end the whole story that she was telling. Her companion cut her right off before she could explain to her everything she was now mad about. But, of course, Bree's stubbornness had to make a comeback. The city meant a lot to Arabella for some reason. She believes that the city loves her in ways no person ever has. It listens to her fierce footsteps, the clicking of her shoes against its dirty pavements early on a Monday morning. It sees her smile ear to ear when she sees the windows on its huge buildings reflect the orange glow of the afternoon sun. It hears her satisfied sigh in winter as the first sip of the coffee she is taking out with her to smoke warms her thought. It celebrates with her when she is on top of the world and cries for her when life gets hard. The city sees and hears and feels every moment of every day of her life. The city understands.

"Are you even hearing what I am telling you here?" that was the sign that she was finally done expressing her angriness, or at least she took a small break. She heard everything. She did not even know how to make her understand that the man she was talking about was not on the edge of falling in love with her. "I am hearing it loud and clear. But are you hearing me when I say that it has been a week since we met and he only called me when he was high, or drunk, or something?" And with that, Arabella stopped Bree from almost losing her breath and voice as she was madly explaining non-sense to her friend. Bree did not want to admit that the woman next to her was right for once. Actually, there have been multiple occasions when Arabella was right, just that she could not understand why.

"I do hear that. But think about it, A", she stopped for a second so she can also light up her cigarette and take a cloud of smoke out of it and then went off again with her explanations: "Maybe he is going through something and he just wants you by his side. Because he wants you by his side" she accentuated the word "want" as if it was the last time she could say it. Arabella was already done with this, but she kept her calm since she loved her so much. Why was Bree so furious talking about Alexander? She did not even know him. Arabella was already used to this because she was expecting something like this, it looked like something he would do. This was the reason she was so impassive about this. She knew he is not the type of man to stay close to one woman only, at least he cannot do it this fast as he met her maybe three weeks ago. So why bother about the fact that he was kind of ghosting her and only remembering her when he was not sober? It was fine with her, but not by her friend. "He already told me he is not the one to find love in a flash, neither he is looking for that. Which I understand, 'cause I am not either." Arabella explained herself, pressing the cigar end on the bottom of the ashtray. She grabbed her glass filled with whiskey and took a sip, letting out a sight afterwords. Arabella swirled the whiskey in his glass, listening to the chinking of the ice cubes and breathing in the not so fresh air. Ever since she worked as a bartender years ago, she had a thing for whiskey. She also liked other strong drinks and a lot of other soft ones, but whiskey was her favorite choice. Maybe it was because of the mellow amber color of it or the uncomparable taste of it. Anywho, she loved it. It brought back a lot of memories of all kinds, good or bad.

"But what if this time is different? Have you thought about that?" Bree asks, looking to her right where Arabella was sitting. Bree was the kind of girl that women loved to hate. She was an adult as of her age, but so young that she still had the exuberance of youth. She had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over a glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. At least that is how Arabella saw her.

"Could you be kind and tell me why the fuck are you so obsessed about him liking me? I don't want to be with him anyway. If you want him, go on, I will give you his number."

"I am just trying to justify why he is someone who could potentially be your boyfriend. And a good one." she knew Bree was trying to make her get over her ex which was pretty hard to acquire. He was a big part of her life and helped her go through a lot. He was there when she moved and when she got a new job. Basically, he wined his way into her affections so he can use her as much as he wants. She was naive, she could not leave him when she first found out about what he was doing. She felt like the world was breaking right under her feet and she was going to fall deep into a deep hole with no end. Everything felt cold, nothing made sense anymore back then. Her head was full of thoughts and emotions that she could not show. She acted tough, but she was breaking inside. Everything came unexpectedly, the devastation was absolute, her emotional home leveled, torn apart. She cried for weeks every night as she was drinking the same drink she now has in her glass. Her body felt numb, she had bruises everywhere on her body, she was dehydrated from all the crying and screaming. She did not eat for days as she always made excuses in front of everyone for her lack of taste.  She was always thinking of him and she could not believe he would leave her after everything she's done for him. She just wanted to disappear in the night and never see the light again. It was rough.

"Why would I want him?" Bree demanded and Arabella could tell by her tone that she was offended by her question.

"Because you keep asking me about him when you don't even know him. And why are you offended? He is a really pretty guy, it's not like I told you about someone you wouldn't like" Arabella quickly grabbed her glass and took it to her mouth to hide the grin she had on her face as she said the last few words.

"I have a boyfriend, unlike you" she snapped back, angrily putting the cigar in her mouth and breathing in the smoke while throwing her friend a deadly look. Only if eyes could kill...

"Yeah, for how long?"

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"Come on, Henders! It's fun, right?" the man with sunglasses said as he was moving his body on the music, not seeing a thing happening around him. Once again, Alex was not sober. For the past week or so he kept on getting drunk or high and regretting it the next day. Miles and Matthew were looking at each other, then at him, and then back to each other. They did not know what to do to help him get back to normal. It was not the first time they would see him drunk, it's just that they did not ever see him drink so much just "because he felt like it" in a whole week. Something was happening to him but he denied the accusations and told his friends to "fuck off" as he was singing along in gibberish. Matt and Miles knew about Arabella and they thought something might happen with her. He was always talking about how he should call her and talk to her and listen to her but hardly did it as Miles confiscated his phone.

Alex continued to swing around and pretend that he knows what is going on in the room. He was dizzy and could barely see anything. His vision was blurred and the sunglasses did not help at all. He could not feel his body anymore and everything he was hearing was funny for him. Under the influence of alcohol, everything seems like fun. Conversations which under usual circumstances would be dull, become either fun to hear either way too depressing for him. In the past week, he felt how his life was getting out of control. He was always thinking about his past and people that left him or searching for reasons why everyone left him behind, especially her. He was there for her always. He tried to help her with absolutely everything. He tried to make her feel like a princess and have everything she wanted. He always thought of her good instead of his own good. He never said no to any stupid idea she ever had or any trip she wanted. Nothing made sense in his head. Where there was the love, the light, the laughter was an aching hollowness. When he found out about his girl cheating on him, he drove to her apartment, not even knowing what will happen. Thankfully, the man she cheating with was not there. He opened her front door without knocking or anything and she ran over to the door with a huge smile on her face. When her happy eyes met his tired ones, her smile instantly faded. She was not happy to see him, her boyfriend, she was expecting someone else to show up. He looked down at her, staring at his own reflection he could see in her dark eyes. At that particular moment, Alexander realized the fool he was. In his head, he could hear Jamie's voice that warned him about his supposedly "girlfriend". Warnings that he ignored for almost six months, before finding out that he was actually right.

He did not think of everything that happened two years back in a long time and he was not sure why he was thinking about it now. But it was taking over him completely. He forgot his worth and he felt like jumping off a cliff sometimes. That's why he chose to drown his thoughts and sadness in alcohol for a little while. He is good with self-control, but he just did not want to use that ability of his then.

"No, it's mot fun, Alex. Why are you forcing yourself to drink this much? Did something happen with that chick you've been talking about?" Matthew asks him, watching him with worried eyes. Matthew has been Alex's friend since elementary school and usually, he was the first one to find out what was happening in his head. Probably the only one too.  But this time he did not want to communicate, nor answer questions. "Don't call her that! She is not just a chick" Alex's drunk voice spoke with a wave of slight anger in his tone. Miles's head immediately turned over to meet Matt's wide eyes. "Did he just say that she is not just a chick?" Miles whispered so that the dizzy man could not hear. Matt just nodded with his head and they both turned over again to Alex. He was trying his best to light his cigarette, which after multiple failures he succeeded. He was acting like a child, he probably forgot the remark he just made. Matthew was in shock. Alexander Turner, the man that swore he won't find someone else after the whole Thea episode that lasted a long time, was admitting that Arabella was not "just a chick".

"What do you mean she is not just a chick?" Miles popped the question, following every more that the man was doing.

"All I am saying is that she is not just a chick" Turner repeated himself, quickly grabbing his phone from Miles. He turned around and as fast as he could, he searched for Arabella's name in his contacts and tried to write her a message. It was hard to understand what he was saying there, leaving the girl confused as she and her friend tried to guess the gibberish he just typed.

A small grin appeared on Matthew's face. "Is she your girlfriend?" he asks, and Alex's denies with a head shake with a huge idiot smile on his face. He was just like a child.

"Are you two just shagging?" Miles also asked and he got the same answer. They kept on asking him questions about what is between the two and Turner responded with the same gesture, still dancing and drinking. He was always checking his phone and smiling when he saw notifications coming his way. He felt like jumping around and singing, but he knew he couldn't jump because he will definitely fall and break something, a bone, or something around his apartment. He looked down at his phone and hardly read the message Arabella sent him. In a second, his mood switched from happiness to the polar opposite, sadness.

"Why is she asking me if I am drunk again?" he raised his head, looking at his friends with puppy eyes as if his feeling were hurt by her message. "Maybe because you are and because you can only type gibberish?" Matt asked him rhetorically but he didn't seem to deduce that.

As he typed back a whiny response, he violently sat down on the floor. He let out a sigh, running his hands through his messy hair that he didn't even bother to style earlier that morning. He was sick of the feeling of alcohol by now, but it was too late to go back. All he could feel was the smoke of the wrinkled toxic stick had a slow creeping stench. Could there be any more lame symbol of the era of addiction over true moral choice than the cigarette? He still thinks that smoking is his worst habit, but he still doesn't want to quit.

"So what are you two then?" Matthew asks again, noticing the sudden change of character. He did not even know how to respond. He was, for now, feeling miserable. His friends were looking at him with pity in their eyes and the only woman he actually got close to in the last two years is asking him if he is fine, when he was feeling all this because of some mad lady he was madly in love with years ago. He did not know why he felt this way after all this time when he moved on, but he was repeating himself that it was not fair.

"I don't know, man."  he lied with a fake smirk exposed on his tired face, looking at both his mates with a fake pride he just built on the spot to help him get out of the situation he was in. "I've been feeling kind of foolish since she came around and replaced the peace and quiet for acrobatic blood. She does what the night does to the  day".

Both Miles and Matt looked at him as if he was insane, whenge was just drunk over his head. His ears were making an uncomfortable sound which was the only thing he could hear. It was awful for him. He wasn't even aware of what he was saying.

"I mean-" he stoped mid-sentence to catch a breath and take one more sip from one bottle he just found next to him. "She's like a thunderstorm, you know?" he then continued, started to feel his tongue swirling in his mouth, making it hard for him to speak properly. Not that he has been doing it. "She's thunderstorms" he laughed, looking down, over to his phone. His sight was confusing, it was getting more blurred than before. His head was heavy, his nose was hurting for some unknown reason, and not to talk about how harsh the sound he was hearing was.

"What happened, Alex? Do you want to talk?" 

Was the last message he could see before blacking out.

His head felt heavy, everything in front of his eyes was pitch black and he could only hear voices that felt like they were kilometers away from him. Matthew and Miles jumped from the couch and lifted up Turner and placed him on the couch. Matthew tried to wake him up by softly slapping his face and it was looking like it was not working. Miles brought a glass of cold water to sprinkle over his face, but still no reaction. After a few more tries and half an hour of panic as Alex was not waking up, he finally did. He was looking around him, trying to realize what happened. When he finally comprehended, he felt like slapping himself. He got up and thanked his mates for taking care of him and then begged them to leave him. At first, they disagreed, of course. The man just blacked out and now he wanted to be alone. Alex was losing his patience and they could tell that by looking at his face. It got all darken and cold, when an hour ago he was dancing and laughing.

When they finally left, he took the coldest shower he'd ever taken. His only wish at the moment was for his skin to freeze and break in million pieces as he would be looking at them. He got dressed up and went back to his living room. It was a mess, and the fault was no one's but his. Everything was out of place and the only thing he could smell was the smoke from the cigarettes he was smoking. He opened a window and on his way back to start cleaning a tiny bit, he found his phone and remembered the message he received right before passing out.

"I am now. Please excuse me for tonight. I would fancy if you would forget every strange message I've sent"

He wanted to apologize even more, but then his image would be ruined. "Not that it wasn't already. " he thought. He sat down on his settee and started contemplating what he had done.

"You're the same miserable guy, Turner" he sighed. 

#arcticmonkeys #matt henders #alex turner #alexturner #arctic monkeys #fanfiction #favourite worst nightmare #humbug #miles kane #alexander turner #alex turner au #alex turner imagine #alex turner x reader #alex turner story #alex turner fanfiction #alexander turner fanfic #teenagers #young adults #drunk #sad #sad drink

[zoocross0vers]

While We're Young

The main poster for the super popular Zootopia Fic, Zootopia: While We’re Young.

Basically, it’s an alternate universe of Nick and Judy meeting each other as kids.

ZooCross0vers, if you haven’t read it yet, I recommenced you do. Story in the link.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12148049/1/Zootopia-While-We-re-Young

Story by Dizzie HamHam Writer,

And art by Ziegelzeig on DevainAt

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Aww! This is so cute! I’ve always wanted to read this one, but I haven’t gotten the chance to do so yet! Ugh, I have so much I want to/ have to read...but I also have so much to write. I don’t know when I’ll get to it, but I’ll be sure to read it one day! :D

Thanks for recommending it Blue Tagg!

#zootopia #wildehopps #fanfic #submission

[pheita]

Randon Question Tag

I was taggged by @lonelylibrary . Thank you. What is the most creative thing you came up with? A genderfluid dragon who loves to take an androgynous human form with lots of ornaments on the clothes. The birth gender is male but that doesn’t really matter unless it might be helpful.  What are you really proud about? Stories? Achievments? Anything? That might sound stupid but when I was little around 3rd grade I made the 2nd place in a painting competition for elementary school kids in my area. the boy I was befriended with made first place and we both were happy like it was Christmas Eve. What season do you prefer and why? Fall, because I love the early fall weather when it is still warm but you alredy feel the colder days creeping in. What is the weirdest thing you ever googled? I have no idea. I google so much stuff. What do you think about tag games? I love it but somtimes I lack of time to do it. How would you describe yourself using one word? Crazy What is your most admirable trait?  My ability to symphathize with others and to see the situation from their POV. Where are you from, and do you have an accent? Oh this is funny. I am from Hamm/Westfalen in Germany and in this area the people tend to exchange j with g in the beginning of words a lot plus some other spoken specialities. I live near Hannover now for 18 years and around here people speak in a very clear way that a lot of people from other areas jokingly call “Oxford German” because it is like it jumped from a dictionary and I lost my accent unless I am tired or drunk. Additionally I got told a lot from native speaker I sound Irish when I speak English and I only can guess it is partly inherited in someway because I know my father and his families side speaks English with the same accent and his great-great-grandmother was Irish What kind of area do you live in? It is actually the outskirts of the suburbs but it is also already pretty  rural. It is the last apartment complex in the strett and around us are the woods and a bit into the woods is a lake where you are allowed to swim. What do you think your friends think of you? I don’t know for sure but I often hear I am a squirrel who lost some marbles besides the fact I am the brownies “dealer” What is your favourite scent, and why? freshly grounded coffee. Don’t ask me why. I loved to sniff it when I was a kid and still do it today. What is your worst habit? Physical spoken nail biting. Mentally spoken it is low self-esteem

Have you ever done something regrettable under the influence of alcohol or drugs? Nope, I never did drugs and I just can’t get so drunk I forget myself or what happened because before I reach this point I feel sick and dizzy Are you an optimist or pessimist? Realist .Are you an introvert, extrovert or an ambivert? Outgoing introvert. I know how to socialize and such but I need to recharge after social events more than others and like to be alone for days I tag @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables @eternalwritingstudent @theguildedtypewriter @nanaschreibt

#random question tag

[illbetheresomehow]

Missing Letters Tag

I wasnt gonna do it, but i’m bored and sad. so lets go again.

@pandafeet​ tagged me ages ago, sorry i did not see it, but here it is

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in your own. when you are done tag up to 10 people….most importantly, have fun!

a / age: 2 days ago i turned 25. i feel old now.. b / biggest fear: become no one. anonimity. c / current time: 16:07 d / drink you had last: black coffee e / everyday starts with: the struggle of getting out of the bed f / favourite song: i have no idea? haahah at the moment its shinee’s your number.  g / ghosts are real? i dunno. sometimes i believe they are. sometimes i just think ‘naah’ h / hometown: Joinville. South, Brasil. i / in love with: money?  j / jealous of: that’s hard. i get jealous of anyone and anything all the time. maybe my books? k / killed someone: nope. at least not in this life. l / last time you cried:  last night n / number of siblings: older sister o / one wish: wanted to be born with every language inside my brain p / person you last called/texted: my mom? or maybe Jess (@pandafeet ) dont remember the order q / questions you’re always asked: 'wanna go to the living room?’ - by my dad. i never go tho. s / song last sang: elevator - jonghyun u / underwear colour: pink v / vacation destination: i want to try japan, but i think itll be london. however i think it will be São Paulo first. hahah w / worst habit: poking my eyebrow. x / xrays you have had: hand, knee, foot, head/ear, chest/lungs. y / your favourite food: cookies.  z / zodiac sign: taurus

I’m tagging no one this time.

#i feel sad #also dizzy #tagg game #mine

[marythegizka]

Bodyswap AU - part 3 (part 1 here, part 2 there)

“What the hell is the Anthan 13 incident?” Aphra asked as they boarded the Ark Angel, a loud, resonant sound clanging inside her helmet as her head hit the cockpit’s doorframe. She made a mental note to bow a little next time.

“Nothing to concern you with. You do not have the time nor the patience to provide General Tagge with bedtime reading.”

Well, if the boss said so… she wasn’t going to object to that.

“Fine by me,” she said as she settled into the pilot’s seat – a task she soon realized took more effort than she had initially thought. It felt like trying to fit in a toddler’s chair. After a few contortions she leaned back in the seat, her two legs half-folded and squeezed against the dashboard and her shoulders sticking out on both sides of the backrest. The trip was going to be cramped.

Vader, for his part, was too busy re-enjoying the concept of leg space to even notice her struggling. Oh Force. Leg space. The notion had become rather foreign to him, and it wasn’t long before he found himself stretching to his full length and half-slumping is the copilot’s chair… until he realized Aphra had been staring and instantly sat upright, clearing his throat before he spoke.

“You may proceed with takeoff,” he instructed.

“Sure, I may. That’s still my ship,” she mumbled as she took hold of the yoke and began taking the ship out of the atmosphere. “So… where are we going?”

“We are heading for the Kuat system. Tagge will be awaiting me aboard the Executor.”

“Woohoo,” she all but yawned. “I’m dying to meet that guy. Sounds like the life of the party.”

“I was unaware of your passion for graphs and protocols.”

“Urgh… swell. And here I was afraid of getting bored.”

Aphra all but punched the coordinates into the computer and waited for the Ark Angel to respond. As soon as they’d made the jump into hyperspace, a low, prolonged growl filled the cockpit, and Aphra pricked up her ears to pinpoint the source of the noise.

“Hm. Either the hyperdrive is malfunctioning or…” she stopped as she noticed Vader’s look of embarrassment. “Or someone’s really hungry! Oh well. It’s snack time anyway. There’s some meiloorun in the food-safe,” she said, gesturing to the space underneath the control panel. “Help yourself.”

Vader took up the offer and pulled a large drawer from under the dashboard, revealing a fair supply of ration bars, two pulpy, bright orange fruits… and no small amount of Corellian ale. Now, was that really a surprise?

He picked one of the fruits and hesitantly brought it to his mouth, sinking his teeth into its sweet, watery flesh. The flavor was pleasing, the smell even more so.  A bit too rich perhaps, but Vader didn’t give the barest hint of a damn. This was real, tasty, juicy food and he wasn’t about to nibble.

Aphra did her best to ignore the fruity, saccharine scent which, somehow, only grew stronger by the second – and  that, in spite of the heavy mask her face was covered with. It was all so frustrating. She was groggy, tired and hurting, and Force was she hungry too.

“Do you… have a feeding hatch or something?” she hazarded, not really expecting the question to get her anywhere.

Vader’s eyebrows made a slight jump. This wasn’t a question he had been prepared for.

“I do not.”

Aphra hung her head slightly.

“Oh. Pity,” she said, maintaining an outward appearance of control while her whole body screamed for the food before her, its smell so pervading she could almost taste it. All she could do was look, unable to touch it, her hunger so intense it bordered on nausea.

“However,” Vader continued, “there are two tubes at the corners of your mouth. The left one is for feeding. Just… take a sip.”

Aphra began fumbling awkwardly for the straw. She would have been a sight to see, had the mask not been in the way. After making a few faces, she got a hold of the nozzle, took a swig… and winced at the taste.

“And you call that food?!” she exclaimed, surprised she had managed not to spit it all out.

Vader shrugged.

“You may have injections if you so desire. Occasional oral feeding remains required to prevent complications.”

“Hm… okay.” She leaned against the headrest and closed her eyes in an attempt to ease the headache that was building up. “No offense but your life feels like a hangover.”

“I trust your expertise in that field,” Vader said, casting a brief, yet telling glance at the bottles in the food safe.

“Well, thanks…” she grumbled, too tired to bother thinking of a comeback. She didn't elaborate on all the other discomforts that came with being trapped in Vader’s body, from that stiffness in her neck to that dull ache in her chest and in the middle of her limbs, to her skin that felt too thin in some places, too thick in others, and somewhat over-stretched each time she tried to move. In short, things could have been better. And all she wanted to do was sleep. Thankfully, the ability had not eluded her – she was still Aphra, after all. A loud, deep yawn escaped her mouth; the sounds began mingling and fading in the background, the incessant throbbing of her temples her only lullaby as she drifted off to sleep.

Aphra jerked awake and straightened up in her seat. She didn’t know how long she had been out; it had felt like a blink. The headache had not lessened a bit and the sight of the vortex outside the Ark Angel was already starting to make her feel dizzy. Before she got a chance to bring up the question of their whereabouts, the ship came out of hyperspace, emerging right in front of an imperial flotilla.

Her gaze was quickly caught by the gigantic, spear-shaped ship docked to the impressive scaffold in front of them, fighters and haulers swarming around it like a hive fussing around its queen.

“Holy k… I mean, most impressive,” she said, drawling her words a little. 

“Indeed. And that is why I suggest you signal our position before…” he was cut short as Aphra suddenly swerved downwards, narrowly avoiding the torpedo that exploded inches away from the canopy. It had been an instinctual move – she hadn’t seen it coming – but she somehow doubted her ability to pull off that stunt again. Two TIEs darted their way on what she could have sworn was a near-collision course, and Aphra swerved right to dodge a salvo, flying the ship with one hand as she reached for the ship’s comm system.

“Stop shooting!” she yelled as she pressed the button. The mere sound of her voice seemed to freeze the whole scene. At first she was only met with eerie silence, the sizzle of the line and a stunned sense of fear – hers and theirs alike. Both TIEs stopped firing and flew past them in a beeline, carrying on their paths as if the two pilots had suddenly dropped dead. A few more seconds passed, loaded with dread and discomfort, then an officer’s face appeared on the holo. The man visibly gulped upon meeting her eye, opened his mouth as if to speak, and immediately closed it to gulp again.

“I presume you have an explanation for this?” she finally asked.

“I am truly sorry my Lord, we did not recognize your transponder codes and we assumed…”

“You assumed wrong,” she cut him short. “Have two TIEs escort us to the main hangar. I trust that is within your skillset?” she added with a hint of sarcasm.

“Y-Yes, my lord,” the man stuttered, “I’ll be sending them immediately.”

Aphra ended the call and turned to Vader, nervous and yet eager to assess her performance.

“How was I?”

“Lenient.”

>part 4

#long post #vadaphra #my fics #bodyswap AU #hope it wasn't too boring #i cut the end of the chapter because it was downright unpostable #i'll try to post it by the end of the summer #but now i'm going to sleeeeeeeeeep #have a good night everyone!

[acnara]

first line tag meme

tagged by @alysae bc she either likes my writing (????? how????) or is calling me out... hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Rules: List the firts lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether) See if there are any patterns. Then, tagg your favourite authors. Alys why tf did u tag me I only write Aus I´m crying I don´t quilify as a fave author

Y´all ready for all the fandoms I once planned to ruin?

Home (Harrymort)

     Her hair was dark, dark charcoal and she looked so small Harry was sure she would have fit in the cupboard under the stairs.  

 She looks so small compared to the huge coffin In which lay the red eyes that used to haunt him under those stairs, too.

For Voldemort and Valour (Harrymort)

“We need to wait,” Snape had told him. “Wait until no one will notice us leaving.”

That had been days ago. Scorpius trusted Snape, of course. This might be another reality --a bizarre, terrible, scary one—but Snape was a war hero, after all. He remembered how Snape’s eyes had gone wild when Scorpius had told him about Albus’ grandmother, Lily, and had begged him to help him restore the future.

Snape had looked at him like he was hope, and had asked him to wait until he could warn the others, until he could make a plan.

And six seconds (Harrymort)

Harry’s soulmate clock peaked out from under the sleeve of his uniform when he raised his hand to rub his eyes.

It was late and he was tired, but profesor Snape had decided to ask for a full detailed inform about vampires that was due the next morning. Dumbledore had been reducing Harry’s free time more and more each month since the beginning of the year. Now his mornings where filled with classes, his afternoons with the headmaster and his pensieve, his nights with homework and his early mornings with the occasional torture vision courtesy of the Dark Lord.

Sometimes his life sounded utterly ridiculous.

In dark suspension (Harrymort)

Ginny couldn't remember the first time she told Tom about Harry Potter, but she remembered how much he used to dislike when she talked about him.

"Tell me about you Ginny, not him. I want to know more about you"

"I'm not that special, Tom. I talk about myself all the time. And I really need help with Harry... I'm sure he thinks I'm weird. I can't even talk properly when he is around!"

Ginny would not be able to point out the first thing he told Tom about Harry, but she would never forget the way the diary had suddenly become quiet for days after she told him why Harry was famous.

She would never be able to forget the sudden interest Tom took in what he used to call Harry-centered conversations.

Take it on (Harrymort) 

“AND THE BOY WHO LIVED DID IT AGAIN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!”

The thunderous voice of the commentator was what took Harry out of his concentration state. As the adrenaline started to leave his body he felt his breathing slowing down and his heart starting to beat faster and faster as he looked up, slowly, and took his helmet off. The crowd went crazy, and Harry couldn’t help but smile, bright and proud and more than a bit smug. He had just won the world motocross competition. Again.

A dead man´s tale (Harrymort) 

Harry was angry. No, more than angry. He huffed, his breath leaving his lips in a cloud of white smoke when it came in contact with the cold winter air as he entered the big old doors of Hogwarts, still a bit dizzy from the apparition. Transportation spells had never been his thing, and apparently not amount of practice would ever change that.

The harrymort fuck the timeline one I wrote after going to a Monet exposition bc I´m a museum sucker. Also lol with only he first lines this sounds so not like the fic it actually is (Harrymort) 

Of course Hermione had heard about the exposition. There was no way she would let a one-time opportunity like this pass by. Ron had assured him this would be the last time he asked Harry to go with them to an art exposition. ´Only this time, please mate. I swear I won´t bother you again for five- no six! Six weeks!´ Those had been Ron´s exact words. And Harry, loving friend he was, had let himslef be persuaded into accompaning his bets friends on their cultural date.

The Voldemort won Au I wrote after reading that Merhur Au based on The Selection even though i have never read those books myself but #YOLO (Harrymort) 

Draco was not crying. Or shaking. And he definetly was not having trouble breathing. The paper lying on the table between his father and him was harmless, and it wasn´t like he hadn´t been expecting something like this to happen.

He just had to sign. Accept. So what if his heart was seconds for brusting out of his chest or if his palms were sweating? That ment nothing.

To the Drak Lord -his godfather- surely didn´t.

The Love potion AU I started to write for @bigjellymonster that grew 8 pages long in one night (two scenes bc I can´t shut up) so I got overwhelmed and stopped (Harrymort)

“Do you want some tea?”

Harry teared his eyes away from the window when Mr Lovegood entered the room again, the tea pot already in his hands.

“I think we will just wait for Lun-”

“Oh sure! I´ve missed tea!”. Hermione send a a deadly glare at Ron but he was too focused on the boiling pot their host carried in his hands to care. He made room for the bloody lovely tea as he called it, and offerd himself to go get some cups. Mr Lovegood smiled at him but his smile, just like the rest of his actions and words since the three of them had set a foot in his house, was tense.

The strange magic AU alys and I did bc yes i wrote 4 pages of that too (Harrymort)

This is a story about two kingdoms. Side by side, but worlds apart. All along the bordermagical flowers grew: primroses bloomed between light ans shadow. They are used to make love potions...

Because, after all, everybody deserves to be loved.

Untiled Aledrian with one sided Tifón/Adrian|Andras

De todos los habitantes de Rocavarancolia a los que Tifón, ahora Señor de los Asesinos, había soñado con matar, descuartizar y dejar pudrirse al sol, el protagonista indiscutible de la mayoría de sus fantasías era sin duda Andras Sula.

As days go by (the night´s on fire) (Aledrian)

La era de los reyes arácnidos fue magnífica. También terrible, cruel y oscua, si. Pero gloriosa.

De ello podía dar fé la estatua del torreón de Margalar.

Sueños (Aledrian)

- Es una decisón probablemente permanente, ¿no?

La pregunta calló sobre los presentes como una losa de silencio. Marina notó a Héctor tensarse a su lado y le rozó la mano con las puntas de los dedos.

No te preocupes, esto ya lo he soñado.

Poesía eres tu (AKA the Bécquer is a gay ghost and falls in love with a human boy who reads his poems thing I wrote at 16. AKA how I managed to make my Catholic High School literature teacher publish and share my gay ghost historical fiction both in his personal blog and to the rest of my teachers. And asked my classmates to read. everyone read the gay.

Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer sabía una cosa o dos sobre fantasmas. ¿Cómo? Preguntareís. Bueno, esa es una pegunta secilla: porque llevaba muchos, muchos años siendo uno.

The labrythin Au I tired to write to introduce myself into writing horror

Brooklyn solía decir que solo existían tres dias en todo el año: los dias fantásticos, los dias aburridos, y los dias odiosos.

Bien. Pues ese, era un dia odioso.

Pesadilla (Magnus Bane´s conception basically)

A veces la gente se pregunta se pregunta a que huele el infierno.

Muchos piensan que debe oler a quemado y azufre; esos olores que son difíciles de soportar y hacen que tu garganta se cierre y tus ojos lloren. A esos olores que se te meten por la nariz y la boca llenando cada espacio libre con su esencia. A esos olores que martillean tu cabeza hasta hacerte gritar por un poci de aire puro...

El joven matrimonio no olió nada cuando aquel demonio a pareció en su puerta.

So that´s it! I know these are not 20 but one thing you might want to know about me is that I always plot before I write. So when talking WIPs I have the plot written down and scenes but usually never the first scene. And then I have originial stuff but all that is in spanish and I think I have tortured y´all enough...

#I talk to much #my writing #have you noticed how much harrymort I actually finish like girl other fandoms exist #and how i love italics like pls chill not every sentece needs an emphasis that´s what ppl do in their heads they good

[daughterofsinsloth]

TAGG!!!!!!!

Tagged by @hitherelovely (thank you very much for the tagg!! :)

Rules:Answer the 20 questions and tagg 20 amazing followers you would like to know better!

Name : Antigoni Nickname: Noni, Noe, little elf, sleepwalker Height: 1,74 Zodiac Sign: Lidra (28/9) Ethnicity: Greek Orientation: Heterosexual Favorite Color: blue, green,purple Favorite fuit: Pear Favorite book: “The last good man” by A.J. Kazinski and “Sweet disaster” by Jamie McGuire Favorite Season: Spring Favorite Flower: Narcisuss and camelias Favorite Scent: The soft ones and almost unnoticable, coz I got dizzy Favorite Animal: tiger Favorite Fictional Character: Nakahara Chuuya, Kurosaki Ichigo, Kirito, the Erlic Brothers, Yato-gami Hot chocolate, tea or coffe: hot choco and tea Average Sleep Hours: maximum 10 hours Cat or Dog Person: loves dogs but always had cats as pets….. Ideal Number of Blankets: 2 Ideal Trip: Everywhere!! All around the word! But I would like to see most Paris, Korea, Japan ,Latin America,Canada and revisite Budapest Blog Created: November 2016

Sooo that was me!!!! I would like to tagg my followers, that i love so much and Im thankfull for their support! @dazaiyendere , @deyanirasan , @kukurami99 , @little-axel Also some of my favorite fic artists and bloggers : @curiouscat99 , @anotherannoyingnerd , @adargo @queen-frostii , @karmajestic-kuroo , @chuuyay ,@soukoku-writes

Thank you very much

[gigleapp]

“Työmatkalla” Hollannissa

Gigle-tiimi suuntasi nenänsä kohti Rotterdamia viime viikon keskiviikkona. Matkan perimmäinen syy oli osallistumiseni paneelikeskusteluun Classical Next -messuilla. Samalla kutsu konferenssiin toimi oivallisena tilaisuutena saada houkuteltua lastenvahdit hommiin ja hyvänä tekosyynä yhdistää työ ja huvi perheyrityksemme ideologian mukaisesti.

Janne syö hyvää ruokaa vietnamilaisessa.

  Showcase

Tämän vuoden messuilla oli näppituntumalla hieman viimevuotista vähemmän porukkaa mutta sekä keynote-puhujat että showcaset olivat loistavia. Mieleen jäi erityisesti kanadalainen Collectif9…

A show by Collectif9 does not just feature their noteworthy arrangements of classical music, but also the trappings of the best rock, rap or pop shows - pulsing, dramatic lighting and sturdy, growling amplification - combined with the captivating expertise of the highest-caliber classical musicians. Rest assured, no one will be dozing off at a Collectif9 show.

….sekä Breath + Hammer.

Breath + Hammer’s music is rooted in the dizzying matrix of styles that Krakauer and Tagg command. They come together in a passionate, eclectic and highly personal musical journey called “Breath and Hammer”. Krakauer & Tagg share a constant quest to redefine the sounds and roles of their instruments and push far outside the boundaries of the traditional clarinet and piano recital by including extended techniques, loops and samples in a program of compositions by the duo and a host of performer-composers from around the globe.

Entisenä klarinetistina on aina upeaa nähdä ihmisten hihkuvan klarinettisooloista ja hyppivän tuoleissa malttamattomana kuulemaan seuraavan biisin.

  Kulttuurikeskeisempi maailma

Paneelikeskusteluissa käsiteltiin mm. yrittäjyyttä ja managerin roolia. Genret sekoittuvat eri musiikkityyleissä mikä oli näkyvillä mm. teknologian ja perinteisten instrumenttien muodostamissa kokoonpanoissa. Vuonna 2016 levymyynti kääntyi pitkästä aikaa kasvuun - pianoja myydään enemmän kuin koskaan. Ihmisiä on enemmän maapallolla kuin ennen, tämä heijastuu luonnollisesti myös luoville aloille. Automaattisesti tämänkaltaiset luvut eivät merkitse luovien alojen työntekijöiden olojen parantumista, koska tekijöitä on edelleen suhteessa enemmän potentiaalisiin ostajiin.

Giglen visio on nähdä kulttuurikeskeisempi maailma ja tuoda taidetta arkipäiviin juhlan lisäksi. Sean Hickeyn mukaan ihmiset hyödyntävät klassista musiikkia luodessaan oman näköistä elämäntapaa. Myös Pulse Report Surveyn mukaan ihmisiä kiinnostaa yhä enemmän tapahtumat jotka keskittyvät epätavallisiin ja pienemmän yleisön ilmiöihin, kuten Gini Festivaalit ja Comic Conit. Kansainvälistyvässä maailmassa lienee tulevaisuudessa tilaa myös marginaalisimmille ilmiöille, jos tekijät toimivat laajalla alueella ja pitävät mielessä että potentiaalinen markkina voi kotimaan sijasta olla hyvinkin kansainvälinen.

Rotterdamista löytyi upea kauppahalli. Käsittämätön määrä hukkatilaa...

... käytettynä hyvin.

Agentin rooli

Paneelikeskusteluissa kuultiin puheenvuoroja agentin roolista - myös tälle sektorille on kehitteillä digipalveluja. Yhtenä esimerkkinä Truelinked, joka automatisoi artistien castingia. Puhujat toivat esille henkilökohtaisen maineen, kovan työn sekä vision merkitystä urasuunnittelussa. Agentuurien ongelmina nähtiin läpinäkymättömyys sekä liian suuri määrä artisteja yhdellä agentilla. Truelinked pyrkii tuomaan tähän ratkaisuja tarjoamalla dataa, jonka avulla voi kehittää omaa uraansa, sekä luomalla suhteita, joiden avulla urakehitys painottuu yhden henkilön sijaan kansainväliselle digiverkostolle.

  Alustatalous ja hinnoittelu

Gigle saa usein kysymyksiä siitä tuleeko alustatalous polkemaan hintoja taidekentällä. Tuottajan näkökulmasta liian edullisten taiteilijoiden myyminen ei täytä rahapussia ja oman elannon saaminen on hyvin epävarmaa. Digialustojen kohdalla yksittäisen artistin hinnoittelu ei vaikuta niin voimakkaasti tuottajien ansaintaan, minkä vuoksi huoli on ymmärrettävä.

Giglen tavoitteena ei ole polkea hintoja vaan näemme hinnoittelun pikemminkin siten, että digialustan avulla myös edullisimpien esityksien myyminen on tuottajanäkökulmasta mahdollista. Tuottajan palkka koostuu usein myydyistä keikoista saaduista provisioista. Kun pieni, uuden artistin keikka vie saman työajan tai jopa enemmän kuin vakiintuneen, kalliimman artistin keikka, tuottajan kannattaa suosia kalliimpia keikkoja. Tämä johtaa tuottajapulaan tai heikompaan työpanokseen tuntemattomien artistien keskuudessa. Automatisointi nostaa uudet artistit kuluttajan saataville.

Digialustojen yleistyminen tuo toivottavasti uusia mahdollisuuksia myös pienemmille ja tuntemattomille kokoonpanoille. Haluaisin uskoa, että kaikenlaisille esityksille on kysyntää - edullisimmille jotka toimivat ns. sisäänheittotuotteina ja myös hieman kalliimmille kokoonpanoille, jos hinta on perusteltavissa sisällön laadulla tai suuremmalla kysynnällä.

Paikallisessa Rossossa oli eroa sekä hinnassa että laadussa verrattuna kotimaiseen versioon.

Vertaisarvioinnista uskottavuutta

Erilaiset palvelut tarjoavat mahdollisuuden vertaisarviointiin ja tekevät siitä olennaisen osan palveluprosessia. Tämä helpottanee myös artistien elämää ja tekee palautteen keräämisestä automaattista. Harva ihminen myöntää olevansa paras - eikä tämä ole myynnin kannaltakaan yhtä uskottavaa kuin asiakkaalta tai kollegalta tuleva suositus.

Tapahtumassa pohdittiin myös tarinan merkitystä artistibrändäyksessä. Artistin arvo on osiltaan myös siinä kuinka suuren tarinan hän itsestään luo ja millaisen lisäarvon hän tuo esimerkiksi tapahtumaan oman persoonansa ja verkostonsa kautta.

  Digi-innovaatiot

Digi-innovaatioita esiteltiin Next:TECH -sessiossa, jossa olin yksi panelisteista. Sessiossa kuulimme neljästä taidekentän innovaatiosta ympäri maailmaa. Moderaattori Katariina Nyberg ohjasi keskustelua innovaatioista klassisen musiikin kohtaamiin haasteisiin nyt ja tulevaisuudessa.

Gill Davies (Skotlanti) esitteli projektiaan nimeltä LOLA (LOw LAtency). LOLA on ratkaisu, joka mahdollistaa ajantasaisen harjoittelun välimatkasta huolimatta korjaamalla digilaitteiden välissä olevaa viivettä. Janine Hanrahan (Australia) esitteli Australian Discovery Orchestran projektin, jossa luodaan 3D ja VR-todellisuuksia ja hyödynnetään näitä tapoja uusien yleisöjen houkuttelemisessa. Bas Grasmeyerin (Saksa) esittelemä Idagio on klassisen musiikin Spotify. Palvelun tavoitteena on luoda palvelu tarkkaan rajatulle kohderyhmälle, jossa hakusana ‘Brahms’ tuottaa hakutuloksena muutakin kuin brittiläisen indierock-bändin. 

Giglen presentaatio meni hyvin. Janne pisteytti suoritukseni luvuilla 72/100. Pieni jännitys näkyi puheessa mutta se ei haittaa - sisältöosio oli tärkeintä. Avasimme hieman ajatuksia Giglen taustalla sekä kulkua ideasta tuotteeksi. Keskustelussa sivusimme aihetta voisiko Gigle elättää joskus täysin taiteilijan sekä mikä on suurimpia haasteita klassisen musiikin kentällä.

Mielestäni suuri haaste on vapaa-ajan tarjonnan jatkuvan lisääntyminen. Taidekentän kilpailijoita ei ole vain viihdebisnes vaan ylipäänsä kaikki tahot jotka tarjoavat vapaa-ajan palveluja golf-kursseista Netflix-sarjoihin. Gigle pyrkii taklaamaan tämän ongelman tekemällä ostamisen kuluttajan puolelta todella helpoksi, jotta ostopäätöksestä matka palvelun hankkimiseen käy vaivattomasti ja heräteostaminen on mahdollista myös esittävän taiteen kentällä. Lisäksi haluaisin nähdä taide-elämyksiä kulutettavan Suomessa myös muulloin kuin hääjuhlissa; esimerkiksi tupaantuliaisissa, yrityksen afterworkeilla ja vaikkapa vuosipäivänä.

Inkku jakaa näkemyksiään klassisen musiikin tulevaisuudesta.

Lopuksi

Rotterdam ja Amsterdam ovat mahtavia kaupunkeja - tällä erää ehdimme piipahtamaan myös Rijks Museossa tsekkaamassa tunnetuimmat teokset. Käytimme matkalla aikaa myös Hollannin tiimin rakentamiseen. Kasassa tuntuisi olevan pieni porukka lahjakkaita tekijöitä, jotka näkevät Giglen potentiaalin Benelux-alueella.

Janne käyttää FaceAppia.

Inkku katsoo taidetta.

Viimeinen aamu alkoi turkkilaisella aamiaisella ja kävimme vielä ystävän gallerianäyttelyssä. Kotiin lähti pieni teos, jossa kuolleesta linnusta kasvaa kukkia. Tämän avulla on helpompi selittää lapsille luonnon kiertokulkua - muitakin symbolisia merkityksiä teokselle on helppo keksiä uuden projektin kynnyksellä.

Mara Liem: "Lucky Clovers", 18x15cm, dry needle etching, 2016

https://www.behance.net/maraliem