#and super talented!!

[invece-sto-sdraiato]

Petition for this song to qualify in the list of best songs ever??? I fucking cried halfway through the video, with all the album/song references!! Like girliepop, you can’t just drop something like that and walk away like nothing happened like ???? It’s been around three years since I first discovered Lindsey, and I feel so happy for her and how far she’s come. She’s definitely one of the most humble artists I’ve ever seen. What a fucking legend she is.

[xieliancore]

obsessed with chappell roan's vmas outfit!!

[sirgavvainet]

I just needed to draw him baby 🥺🤲

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[kamigui]

Wally! WALLY!! You’re outside the canvas!!

Wally’s drawing ⬇️

[herewegobebe]

Happy Birthday Taeminnie 🥰💞🐥💞✨💞🥳

[astrologysaysno]

I need idol Shang Qinghua to be manifested.

Give me an AU where Qinghua used to be trained as an idol but never got to debut and got saddled with trainee debt. And now in his next life, it's just him inexplicably serving out pop songs millenias ahead of his time, and everyone is so confused by him.

Let me have the former Qing Jing Peak biting his paperwork after not picking Shang Qinghua as a disciple only for him to be an amazing singer with a bunch of songs from foreign lands in his arsenal. Have this become a one-sided rivalry with Shen Jiu trying to one-up SQH and trying to understand where these songs (K-pop and soft indie girl music) are coming from. Watch Shang Qinghua as he plays extremely sad songs (Laufey and Avery Lynch) about experiences of love and losing it.

I just know Mobei-Jun would love to be serenaded. He finds a drawer full of love songs and thinks the songs are about him. Or finding absolutely devastating music about heartbreak and thinking he has neglected Shang Qinghua.

(Neither is true, It's just Shang Qinghua writing down song lyrics before he forgets them again.)

[kynibyou]

to those who struggle with having an f/o that is especially exceptional or talented — just know that you don’t have to be “on par” with their abilities to be deserving of them! they love you for who you are and the love you give — not for what you can do or what you “bring” to the table! they love you as you are, regardless of perceived abilities, talents, or limitations.

[arcanegifs]

LISTEN. Ever since we got eyepatch!Cait I've been craving for a pirate!AU CaitVi and this fic delivered. READ IT. READ IT NOWWWWWWWWWW. IM OBSESSED.

[yeehawpim]

Did a collab with @julnites! I did layout/writing and he did the art.

Check out the finished version there!

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

Tumblr gets the full edit before anywhere else. Good morning, Skeleton Clique.

The songs, in order, are: Mulberry Street ending, Lane Boy beginning, transition into Trees, the ending of Navigating, and My Blood. Which sounds like a really weird combination, but trust me on this one, okay?

[sharknark]

⭐xingyue brainrots from twitter🌙

(+ progress steps below ✍️)

yaaayy gay men yaaay omg yaaay

[aloneinthedark-eagle]

You Are Amazing

😎🤗😊👌

[turtleblogatlast]

One of the earliest examples of Leo’s “I’ll do my own thing to accomplish our goal without discussing it with my team first” is in episode one. It’s super, super quick, and ultimately inconsequential, but it subtly sets up a great precedent that I think is very interesting.

When the boys need to grab the medallion from Splinter without Splinter noticing, Raph, Mikey, and Donnie huddle together with Raph taking the lead in trying to devise a plan to get the mystic device. Meanwhile, Leo slinks away and grabs the device by clocking the situation (by knowing his father well enough to predict his actions - something he does with each family member multiple times in the series) and making a move on his own.

It works out perfectly fine, and is ultimately the best move, and it’s honestly okay that he didn’t consult everyone for something so small when it’s such a non issue to get it, but it nicely sets up how this tends to go in the series, including how it goes in the movie.

To be honest episode one is actually really good at setting up a lot of things for each character in the long run, this is just one example that caught my attention, as small and unassuming as it is.