#how stupid do you gotta be

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Merry christmas everyone <- 3AM, December 26th

[fictionadventurer]

I love libraries.

I'm browsing the WWI shelves (as you do) and notice a very old book about the war. I glance at the first pages that talk about how one day the war will be over and we'll look at this place and not see any signs of the battlefield.

Then it hits me. And I check the publishing date.

This book was printed before the war's end. Not written. Printed. The physical object was created in 1918, while the war in question was raging and the end was as yet uncertain.

Now I'm standing on the other side of the apocalypse, with this physical link to that era in my hands. I'm living proof that the war did end and life did go on and we can all look at the end of the world as a long-ago memory.

Reading old books is cool enough, connecting our minds and hearts through the ideas of people who lived long ago, but there's something extra profound about holding a copy of the book that comes from the time that it was written. It's a physical link between the past and the present connecting me to those long-ago people. A piece of the past come into the future that gives me the chance to almost take the hand of some long-ago reader, to hold something they could have held, connecting not just mentally but physically to their era, a moment of connection across more than a century.

Excuse me while I go weep.

[itsdefinitely]

im horribly infatuated with him how's everybody else's new year's eve going

[triglycercule]

alright,,,,,is this newyears gift,,,,,, i dont no. but maybe it's late enough that i'll be able to forget that i drew this 😁😁😁😁 mttpoly doodles. whoever sees this sees this

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

help i can't stop drawing this guy

[emily-mooon]

Scott Pilgrim Characters as Text Posts but they’re mostly of Stacey and Neil cause I’m obsessed with them :]

[ducktracy]

(OBLIGATORY "i thought of something funnier than turning 24. turning 24 in 2025" JOKE HERE)

and, once again, this is stuck in my head. i'm going to take Daffy's very true-to-his-character advice and "study hard in school" and "live by the golden rule"

[whereismyhat5678]

I had a clear vision with this one.

I did NOT need to spend that much time on this BUT DAMN IT IT’S FUNNY-

Context: Peppino was annoying the fuck outta’ him and it got so bad he wanted to take him home.

He was done with his bullshit- 💀

[electricpurrs]

tex red vs blue is insanely transgender but im the only one who sees it that way because im crazy in the head.

what if there was a past version of yourself. a woman, a wife, a mother, with long hair and a sweet smile. and she died long ago. and you are her. but you are not her. you're nothing like her, but the people who knew her desperately want you to be her, want to preserve the memory they have in their minds of the woman they loved through you. but you never asked to be her, never asked to carry the burden of someone else's expectation of who or what you should be. you have a new name. you prefer to go by this one. people remark on how weird it is that it's a guy's name. sometimes the people who loved [the past version of] you call you by your old name. they are not referring to you when they say it. you live in the shadows of someone who's long gone, and you're something different now, but you don't feel like you're ever allowed to define yourself on your own terms, to be your own person, to control your own life, because you exist solely through the memories people had of you. and the longer she has been gone for, the more desperately people try to get her back, the less you resemble her and the less you know who you are, or if you ever even got to be anything at all. what i mean is that transition could have saved him

[flowery-laser-blasts]

The ol' razzle dazzle

This is the end result of hand painting leather green for hours.

Once my Shego cosplay is finished, I'll finish up my boyfriend's Dr. Drakken cosplay!!!

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

good lord, it is 1am and im getting so stupidly angry about the fact that Rhysand is barely getting Feyre to engage with the night court's, or rather verlaris', culture. Like, your girlfriend is a fucking artist and youre not taking her to a MUSEUM??? youre not taking her to an OPERA HOUSE when going to the opera is like the classic monarch-date?? literally how are you you gonna be the ruler of this city thats apparently worldrenowened for its Arts if youre not even gonna show up and show your support for them as high lord. And dont try to tell me its bc hes too busy because that man is going to the club like all the time. and he should not be there!! Stop going to the club, start going to the ballet gala!! Also, Feyre never asked to go anywhere?? Again, shes an artist surely she would like to look at art. if i was in her shoes, after rhysand showed me velaris and how beautiful it is, I would go to the opera house and just stay there until ive seen literally everything. rhysand comes up to me asking me to do something for him and im like "hey man, as you can see im busy rn so respectfully im not doing all that shit"

[weibun-art]

Tumblr often loves my worst creations (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[nartml]

Saw a comment describe killugon as 'born to be brothers, forced to be best friends'.

And I just have to say that, out of all the things that have never happened, that has never happened the most.

[appallinnballin]

my coulours

[godsoopsiewoopsie]

POV: Will Wood has an asthma attack while trying to talk about to many things at once and then skadoodles (?)

my mum bugged me into posting this

(it’ll probably rot in my drafts for ages)

(also i’m not sending the live stream to anyone so don’t ask. find it on youtube or tiktok or something idk i bet those guys probably have it somewhere)

[lightningidle]

Fig's line "I don't think I'm an artist, I think I'm just a good friend" has not left my head at all. Just...

You're Fig Faeth and your horns came in over the summer and you pick up the bard class as a form of adolescent rock 'n' roll rebellion, and it works! It's exactly the outlet you need! You give a guy you just met drumsticks and you start a band and it's good enough that within a year and a half you're touring. You are, in every sense, good at being a bard.

And then, finally, your junior year, you start to take it seriously. Your art goes from an outlet and a form of rebellion to a practice. A discipline. (Can rebellion exist within a discipline?) Your classmates know what they want to do with their work. They all have a thesis statement. And yeah, there's cohesion in the music you make, but you've never had to think about why you make it. You've never sat down and dissected what it is about bass that speaks to you. You've never poured over your lyrics to pick at any deeper meaning. Why should you? You don't play music for a grand design, you do it to... huh, why do you do it?

(Your art is the one form of self-expression that feels as safe as Disguise Self does, because even if you're pouring your heart onto the page and then screaming it in front of thousands of people, it's not like you're really making yourself known. You can sing I'm lonely, I'm scared, I'm furious, and your fans will sing it right back, and there will still be the distance between performer and audience to keep your heart safe.)

Now you're being asked to look inward to explain the artistic choices you're making, and you can't help but recoil at that, because you'd rather do anything than look inward. Meanwhile, your classmates have no problem with it, so you start to wonder if you're a real artist at all. Can your art be authentic if it only exists to bolster a thesis statement? Has your art been unauthentic this whole time because you've never really thought about a thesis statement before? Is that what makes it art, and not just the next track on somebody's teen angst playlist?

You can't think about yourself— acknowledging your own existence makes you want to puke. So if your music is an extension of yourself, (and it is, even if it's just because the spotlight reveals only what you want it to,) you can't think about your music. You can't. You have to. Your grade depends on it.

You're Fig Faeth, and you keep multiclassing because you'd rather be a good friend than a great artist. If introspection is what great art demands, then fuck it. You must not be a bard at all.