#but i'm also lazy and

[supportingfire]

activity psa i guess?

so i get into this habit despite knowing better, where i want to constantly engage with you guys, but i know that i can't. i'm not a kid anymore, i don't have the free time i used to, and my mental health needs to come first. which means not always engaging with the give and take just on the dash, as well as mentally stirring up emotions for replies and the like. i always say to y'all who write with me that rp is a hobby, you should never feel obligated to do ANYTHING, and yet it's still advice i have a hard time taking. i don't want anyone to feel ignored or less important by not being able to engage and reply like i want. now, with this whole carpal tunnel situation and knowing i have to vastly change my day-to-day, i will not only be mentally incapable of that kind of engagement, but i'll also be physically unable.

all that is a long winded way of saying i think i'm going to drastically scale down this blog, and keep it to a circle of people i know, or could see myself knowing in the future. this isn't to say i'll be strictly private, and no one can talk to me if i don't already know you, but i want to be a lot more strict about who i am mutuals with. i just..feel better, knowing who i interact with understands my situation and my obligations. i want to write, i always do, this hobby has helped me through a lot as i'm sure y'all can relate, but i'm not going to let it bum me out like it did before. if i unfollow you over the next few days, please know it's nothing personal. it really isn't. it's for my own well-being and enjoyment. most probably won't even notice as we probably haven't interacted before.

thanks in advance for the understanding, and thank you guys for your support the last few days with my nerve pain. if you feel as though we've not interacted but you would like to stick around, give this a like and i'll look into it. or just like this post cause you want, idk. smooches. rp is for fun and it should always make you happy don't forget that.

[hyolks]

al's the kinda guy to wear sweater vests and oxfords <3

[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.

[unrelatedsideblog]

bleping doodles idk

[cat-sithe]

the brothers ever :)

idk if this relatable to anyone else, but i don’t really talk about my special interests to anyone irl. like the thought of anyone finding out, especially close friends and family, that i like rise as much as i do makes me want to die a little bit on the inside. of course it wouldn’t be a big deal but still… does anyone know what i’m talking about or am i just being silly…?

i haven’t watched Bluey so idk much about it other than it has dogs so i just made leo like it for the same reasons i like rise (family shenanigans)

also messy comic ik but it is what it is

part two

[kurizeria]

[mewos-laptop]

Dude I need ppl to get real normal abt mental-illness born alterhumanity real fast

"Oh well alterhumanity is smth you're born w/ and there's all these rules !!!" No lmao

There are literally no rules, and I NEED ppl to stop spreading that false info online lmaoooo

Literally if you feel like an animal (nonhuman) in any way shape or form, then literally use the label.

Ppl irl will try their best to understand, and literally no one outside of the internet cares abt sum1's identity as much as you think they will.

Tbh just live true to yourself, and dude, shoutout to my alterhumans who are non-human in whatever way because of their neurodivergency/mental illness. I see y'all, and I love y'all.

[homosexualcitron]

So many theories of why Ivan did that well this is my take

[heartorbit]

lets run to a new world together! ✨

[yangjeongin]

HYUNIN | 240806 MINI FANMEET

[croh3]

On what he thinks is his last day on Earth, he just wanted to spend some time with you.

[x-endangere-d-x]

[cyellolemon]

Bleach art dump!! The hyperfixation you had from your 11 to 16yo never leaves

[gobald]

That was....unexpected.