#mom said 'yes u'

[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.

[boarwinds]

The babies cut their hair like aunt mae using a 🗡️

[itscherryterry-again]

yea

[ashoss]

lol i guess u make it as an artist when ur reposted onto pinterest

[thelilylav]

The fact that Briar is listed as one of Rosabella's best friends in her profile but Briar's profile barely mentions her..

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Jazz becoming the next big Gothem villain is such a solid concept. Theres so much to explore.

She targets corrupt mental institutions. Corrupt companies who destroy their workers state of mind so they wont quit. She attacks landlords who make it impossible for people to live comfortably.

She is the staple anti-hero of anyone struggling to get back on their feet. People should have to work three jobs just to afford a crappy one bedroom, no utilities, half bath, in crime alley apartment, with a roommate.

Shelters should be aiming to gain a profit instead of using the donations to support others.

She is tired of these big name heros leaving children to clean up messes. She has watcher her own brother wither away to a shell of his former self trying to make a change and she is sick of it. Hell she herself is a child but if this is what it takes, then this is what it takes.

Enter from the left The Manipulator™️

Feared by all corrupt. People think she has mind control or something. When she targets someone they make almost a full 180 in their ways. “She will do anything to get her way or to make people into what she thinks they should be. And she mist be stopped” cries big business.

In reality she is the worlds best damn psychiatrist ever to be known. She doesn’t force anyone to change but gives them the choice to be better. To see how much more they can be. And it terrifies them. Helps them find themselves again and to move past their troubling pasts. No force and no mind control. No manipulating. No one but those who she has helped know the truth but when they tell the truth it only fuels the fire of her being controlling.

Theres one thing also fuelling the flames of mind control. Thats the fact that every single major hero to go after her can’t. Any who approach her find themselves no long near her. Superman just wants to talk, well she doesn’t, and he is then back in his city?!? Batman is stalking her to figure out how to deal with her but once he gets too close he suddenly finds himself in the batcave?

At first they think it’s teleportation but time is passing? Theres video feed and tracking of no they just went back themselves. No response from them the whole trip. As if possessed. (Lmao it’s just good brother danny pranking his sis a little by making her seem all powerful but also protecting her anyway he can. Or could be Dan instead)

[join-together]

HEY EVERYONE LOOK IT'S ME AND JOHANKA!!!!!!!

Two besties waiting for the bus

[hermitsdump]

I'd seen interviews w Spike (btvs)'s actor about the SA scene, how he can't even stand to watch that kind of thing but was contractually obligated to film it so he couldn't say no,

And I'd been kinda procrastinating on finishing the show bc spike is my favorite character how could they do that to us 😔

Anyway I did finally get to that episode and there were tears in his eyes during that scene

[bansheenolan]

YOUNG SCOTT: Where's Roxy? YOUNG MELISSA: Sweetheart, she didn't make it... YOUNG SCOTT: Where's Roxy? MELISSA: Try not to talk. Try not to talk.

[desire-mona]

mona's starting a tag game (everyone claps and cheers)

just 2 questions to answer!! this is my fav question to ask ppl

1) if we lived in a society where we didn't need to work to live, or didn't need money in general, what would you persue now that income isn't an issue? (hobbies, academics, trades, careers, nothing at all, anything goes!)

my answer - i would love to go into entertainment of any kind really, but the ideal would be standup! i would love to dedicate more of my time to writing too - both fiction and analysis type stuff that i post from time to time. honestly i just really like telling stories :-)

2) how do you think [insert whatever you chose to persue] would be affected by a society with no need for income?

my answer - ough. OUGH. i would KILL for an entertainment industry where profit isnt a motivator. more and more people creating art of all kinds for the sake of creating it, not to earn money from it. the passion put into works when income isnt an issue anymore. dreaming

tags!! no pressure at all, and apologies if u dont like to be tagged in things like this!!! @good--merits-accumulated @pencileraser1 @thatdumbgoth @hunny-mustard104 @ghostboyhood @asclexe @ash5monster01 @joonthedeadpoet @whenshedreamsofme (or ur dps blog idk which one u use for this stuff) @lookingglasswolf @clavidy @thiamblogger @arrr-im-a-dead-poet @blue-boulder @zethd + anyone else that would like to join! open2any1!!!!!

[sukifoof]

i think im just gonna start blocking people that engage in flowey age discourse <3 im not in the fandom for petty drama about nothing im here for analysis and art and its really irritating to be looking for art and all there is is arguments. i love uty dearly but the sudden uptick in pointless arguments regarding floweys character is infuriating. why can't we talk about how well hes written and that hes an extremely good example of ptsd why must we argue. if u disagree with something block and move on dont act like children

[kissingagrumpygiant]

now it's officially my birthday

[mcnuggyy]

went to church w my baby cousin and when the priest got up from his big chair w his big robes he pulled me down to his level and then whispered in my ear “is he the king?” and it was so hard not to laugh but I told him no that’s the priest, and he was like “oh…” with the most disappointed look on his face 😭 I love him so much

[saturn-sends-hugs]

You know I have to ask about Imperial Echo

HI ur so right u absolutely do <3333

OK SO, imperial echo is just about the most self explanatory of my wips for uh… obvious reasons lol. but!! i haven’t seen it done that often and there’s SO MUCH POTENTIAL i just had to figure something out :D

It starts out mostly as a swap of Echo and Crosshair except, due to Techno Union fuckery, Echo’s chip is just malfunctioning. This causes him to act more or less like himself but with the vaguest sense that they need to capture the jedi. (Not KILL him; he’s sure the empire wouldn’t want them to kill a kid.) This causes minor conflict and during the prison scene, Tarkin takes Echo away instead and convinces Echo to try and sway the Batch to join the Empire.

He corners them in the hangar, having been able to remotely shut down the Marauder and keep them there, and tries to talk to them. But they disagree. And, not willing to hurt his brothers, he lets them go.

From here, the whole fic has pretty much two stages, the first part being Echo doing things for the empire while he tries to fight against his malfunctioning chip. He may or may not be teamed up with Cody at this point, avoiding the worst of the empires problems. On rare occasions, he runs into the batch (they’re a bit lost trying to find work), but he stays out of their way.

The SECOND part, however….. Let’s just say a former ARC with cybernetic enhancements could be VERY useful to the Empire. And there’s a good chance a certain scientist knows just how to make that happen. :)

AKA the whole fic is an excuse to show off firstly Echo’s strong morals and loyalty to his brothers (cause of course i have to) and secondly how absolutely terrifying an ARC trooper can be.

There’s a bunch of other stuff with the Batch’s internal conflict about leaving him behind, Rex’s very sudden EXTERNAL conflict when he realizes they left him behind (lol), and about as many Winter Soldier references as I can cram into one fic. Cause ofc :D

[lesbianlenas]

so many young women recently desiring to be stay at home mothers….the ironic part of it is that all of those women that do become stay at home moms will one day understand why the women before them fought so hard for them to not have to fulfill that role at the point at which they realize that their personhood has been entirely sacrificed in the name of motherhood & there is no going back on that. all women who are stay at home moms are forced to put themselves aside to take care of their children and husband & are forced to make that their entire identity & that is exhausting and dehumanizing. that is how betty friedan started second wave feminism w the feminine mystique. bc women finally realized that all women hated being housewives & there wasn’t smth wrong w each of them individually as they had all believed. but those that do not learn history etc etc……

[songwritingauslly]

ok i ordered the book of bill bc i wanna know the Lore™