#social house

[p-u-s-s-y-i-s-a-r-t]

Don't kill my high - Lost Kings ft. Wiz Khalifa, Social House

[laurelroadpoetry]

Forty-Eight Hours in South Haven

[riddles-n-games]

If some of you remember hearing about The Inheritance Games potentially being made into a tv show at one point; well, I had an idea for it. Hear me out here; boyfriend by Ariana Grande and Social House would be the perfect song to play during the hot tub scene. It would go like this: when Avery first exits the house, it would start with the intro and depending on the course of action taking place, it would be a long instrumental until she gets in the tub. As Jameson and Avery are both in the hot tub at this point and talking, the first verse would be quietly playing in the background. At the climax of the scene, when they kiss, the chorus would start up and then it would eventually climb in volume before fading out to instrumental again. That's my one request. I just have a feeling this would be fire and to make it more steamy and intimate there would be a few fade shots switching between angles.

[imtalkin]

[socialhouseclube]

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[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[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.

[vjhero]

Ariana Grande, Social House - boyfriend (Official Video)

[perpetuallyuneloquent]

alright with the exception of hasarder - lomepal my music this week has been a lot more happier. why? i do not know. however, basic rundown if you don’t want to listen to the full thing but want recs:

hasarder - sort of heavy, fast paced, lot of layering of vocals and *bass*, pretty passive aggressive but in a wistful way if that makes sense, chorus goes very hard

matsuri - very light. like cotton candy light. i love 💜 anyway it’s also a slight mix of traditional and modern instruments and the vocals are very pretty (man has a very calming neutral voice but hypes it up for the pre chorus and let’s the instruments do the work for the chorus)

boyfriend - very popular song so not surprised if you already know it but it’s pretty light, has nice harmonization with the vocals and all, very lowkey song

never be like you - edm but chiller, like none of the ear deafening classic edm of 2013. vocals are nice, buildup to chorus is what got me honestly and overall a good balance of edm and vocals

move! - love love love this song. very good. drawly voice, really good stacked vocals, instrumental is like choppy, which works SO WELL with the airy tone of the song

ok i’m gonna go drown in some homework now thanks for reading :)

[riddles-n-games]

Too late on this one but I’ve been thinking of season one of The Summer I Turned Pretty and I really think that Magic In The Hamptons by Social House feat. Lil Yachty would have fit the mood so well in one of those episodes. Such a shame it wasn’t in the playlist, but oh well.

[littlehousetomoon]

my most recent painting :) currently hyper-fixated on abandoned houses so that’s all I’m interested in drawing/painting rn

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[theactualsunshinechild]

Feixiao scooping Jiaoqiu up by his armpits and holding him up as he tries desperately to look dignified: "This is my lovely culinary healer Jiaoqiu, he saved me from the brink of death once and eats wet food only."

Feixiao dragging a protesting and hissing Moze out from the darkness beneath the couch and holding him up by the scruff as he gives up and hangs there limply: "and this is Moze! I found him half dead in the dumpster behind my house one day!"

[jingle-jangle-spurs]

Robert House watching The Courier rip all the copper wiring out the walls of the Lucky 38