#did this get super long ??? yes yes it did

[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.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

I'd like to congratulate you on getting your CPR certification.

Now remember, when you’re going in for compressions, it should sound like somebody is standing behind you with the worlds largest Dorito and cracking it open!

Go in firm and hard and snap as many ribs as you can on the way down, that means you’re doing it right.

You save that life. Good luck.

Or... Or... Or kill them, I don’t fucking care.

Audio source

[mewkwota]

(And so Luigi dies in Dracula's Castle for the 3rd time.)

In the spirit (haha) of my recent reminiscing of the Belmonts' Smash Reveal, I finally got my mental bum off to make this comic I've been wanting to scribble. Why is this so important? It's important to me.

[koszmarnybudyn]

Finally finished the Scam drawing (it is a gift and the person it is for knows >:] )

I relisened to episode 33 while drawing this and god is Hermie suiciadal i did not remember that (i got all the jokes this time tho so yay me!) And i DID NOT remember Link saying he had dreams about killing his dad for like a whole summer?!?! Like excuse me, what a super wierd thing to say out of nowhere (yes that is a refrence)??? Anyway this was kinda nightmare (i only discovered after doing the lineart for it that i had stabilizer off) and i didnt really wanna color it cause scam is always a mess in that regard to me (i dislike choosing pallets okay?) but i finally got thru it, hope you guys like it.

[theflyingfeeling]

I think today I will cry about BC not making tour vlogs anymore 😔

[moeblob]

Just casually dropping relationship statuses after Azure Gleam or something.

(I really should play more SB but hhhhhh)

[averlym]

hi, i see you are on hiatus, but thought at some point you might like to hear that january 28th is henry’s deathday ~ holiday anon

another one bites the dust (haha because you hoover dust)

[alwaysneedyforsir]

ya girl’s having sushi for dinner!

[for-thee]

alright its pale court rant time here. we. go.

also disclaimer this isn't meant to be taken as if it was written by someone incredibly well-versed in music theory i just play the funny instruments and just so happen to adore the way that music can tell a story :)

(this post will be LONG so i'm putting it below the cut and for sppoiler reasons)

alright so this is stemming from a post i made a while back (here) on pale court and how it pretty much tells the story of the rise and fall of hallownest through the piece. lets get started!

the piece opens with a harp playing constant patters and a couple violins followed by a cello. i'm going to say that this represents the pale king and the white lady arriving in hallownest or hallownest itself before the infection . it's peaceful and very royal or regal sounding, basically showing that hallownest was a peaceful place. the "royal" leitmotif is present since the song is somewhat focused on the royal family of hallownest. i'm not completely sure about this but at around 1:05 a part of the hollow knight leitmotif is played.

this peace starts falling apart after this. at this point the infection has started spreading. the hollow knight leitmotif is still present, possibly representing the creation of the vessels? i'm not too sure on that. the tempo picks up, theres a crescendo, and the mood has changed. this feels like it's possibly supposed to represent hallownest finally starting to crumble and slip through the pale king's hands. everything has began spiraling out of control, and there's not much time left. this feels like pk attempting to save hallownest despite knowing there's not much he can do at this point, under the "no cost too great" mindset. he would do anything for this kingdom, even if that means sacrifice, or the dreamers.

the music reaches its most tense point at around 2:03 to 3:11. it is EXTREMELY tense at this point, as well as emotional. this is the infection has reached its very peak. it does calm down a small bit at one point, not sure how to explain this but it is relevant. hallownest is still falling, except it's falling faster than before. much faster. everything is out of the pale king's control now. there is nothing he can do except hope his plan with the dreamers and the hollow knight works. the music starts picking up again, getting louder and louder and louder still, picking up and then--

silence. hallownest is gone. all that's left is the faint echo of a land which once thrived, its citizens long lost. the music starts again, this time quiet, tranquil yet again as hallownest has become a shell of a once flourishing kingdom. the royal leitmotif is played yet again, this time quiet and somewhat sorrowful. the infection has completely taken over the kingdom. as the music comes to a stop, it ends on a minor chord.

YEESH that was a lot thank you for reading if you did! i'm a little nervous to post this as this is my first time doing something like this, please share any thoughts you have on this! also i am not completely sure on how lore accurate this is, if anything is spotted that doesn't make sense please let me know.

[bunnihearted]

🌌🗯️

[fuckyeahyukiharu]

yOU ALL IM LAUGHING SO HARD

The archive is still there too, and all those fans who created works in the past still deserve some attention too, so please check out the archive if you haven't in a while and if you're also missing Tsuritama!!

Also, if you're interested, please check out my YukiHaru A.M.V \o/ (Made a few years back for YukiHarus shared birthdays specifically!)

{All I did was reblog some old gifs I missed to keep blog active, but I'm glad if people still appreciate this blog existing!!!}

(I may also have another A.M.V. or two planned for future years, if I can finish them in decent time!)

[fettery-fetterie]

Red lights spin, the alarms are going off

-An intruder.

Run around, pick what you gotta fast, they know I'm here

-This is gonna be fun.

Shit. They got me

-Too easy.

...

-...

Here my life lies, my future spilling from my head, I can barely feel my body

And they laugh, they laugh so bastardly, I wish I could have the strength to cry it out

It's helpless. I'm helpless

...

And then, the first hit

And the second

And the third

All cooled out

Do I have to wonder where I got this from? I can't afford that, the pipe leads my way

-Oh, it's you again.

Rush through, knock them, it's about survival now

-Now this is where the fun begins.

Gunshots

-My specialty.

And I bleed

-And you bleed.

The adrenaline gets to me

-Precious wounds from you for me.

Your boys are down

-We're alone

You're alone

-And so scared. My heart rushes. You...it's you!

-You're War! You're what I have been looking for!

-Please...! Your end! My end! All here and now!

I'm just so tired, and I don't feel like working overtime

-What...?

My shift's over. I'm done here.

-No...! NO!

[mixtapedoh]

gun to your head. top 5 svt songs 😤

first of all, how dare you?!?!?!?!??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? second of all, how am i expected to respond?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!? this is hard. if the gun were to my head, i might simply bite the bullet, but you are my wife and so ofc i have no choice but to respond....

don't mock me

circles

lie again

don quixote

shadow

don't wanna cry

[koszmarnybudyn]

Finally finished the Scam drawing (it is a gift and the person it is for knows >:] )

I relisened to episode 33 while drawing this and god is Hermie suiciadal i did not remember that (i got all the jokes this time tho so yay me!) And i DID NOT remember Link saying he had dreams about killing his dad for like a whole summer?!?! Like excuse me, what a super wierd thing to say out of nowhere (yes that is a refrence)??? Anyway this was kinda nightmare (i only discovered after doing the lineart for it that i had stabilizer off) and i didnt really wanna color it cause scam is always a mess in that regard to me (i dislike choosing pallets okay?) but i finally got thru it, hope you guys like it.

[funeralbelle]

hi click  {{ H E R E }}  for #756 gifs of culkin-esque actor OWEN CAMPBELL (b.1995) in Super Dark Times (2017), made by me for use of the rpc, and for to not be cropped into gif icons. Please do not crop into gif icons. Everybody stop telling me to put my page links in the post source so they show up in the tags. If you’re seeing this just consider this gif pack our little secret and feel cool about being in on it. Please do not crop into gif icons.

split into parts for slower computers: PART I. 526 gifs. //  PART II. 228 gifs. OR if your laptop is as weak as mine: pt.1 (168 gifs) ; pt. 2 (195 gifs) ; pt. 3 (165 gifs) ; pt. 4 (110 gifs) ; pt. 5 (118 gifs). 

Please do not crop into gif icons.

[hawkeyedflame]

ran a 7:01 mile today, after two and a half weeks of not running (but doing a lot of hiking). i didn't feel great going into the run though because it's been raining and dreary the last few days which tanks my energy levels, so i think i can do even better. i set a goal of 6:30 by the end of june and i was starting to feel doubtful about being able to hit it, but i think i got this.