#this post is a ride huh

[theklaapologist]

It’s such a stupid thing to complain about lolz

I KNOW κamigami ηο αsobi is an otome game so obviously x readers are the main priority BUT LIKE COME ON MAN WDYM ME AND NESS WERE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DECIDED THAT LOKI AND BALDR SHOULD BE A THING SJSJSJSJSJNSSNJSNS (this is expressed with joke anger btw) like sure ao3 provides and I love reading the fics i read in 2015 but there used to be more content idk also how are we the only ones who got the Tsukito/Takeru galaxy brain idea is beyond me but oh well rip 50 shades of gray mpreg au where Artemis the sister of Apollo who was dating Amaterasu caught them fucking 🚬😔

[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.

[coquelicoq]

kitamoto does make me so emotional. natsume says some embarrassingly earnest shit that reveals how undersocialized he is and kitamoto's reaction is to spend more time with him and introduce him to friendship. when someone who appears to be a girl his age tells him she's never read a book before, he's like oh okay, and then the next day he gives her a book with easy-to-read stories in a genre she said sounded interesting. he not only doesn't judge people but he also actively meets them where they're at...i love this sweet teenager so much i could cry.

[chimeramachinez]

a moment alone

[front-facing-pokemon]

[animangalover-writes]

So yes Reds initial talk with the wolf disguised as her grandma was HILARIOUS and completely off the Rails, but for the sake of Canon I also read it as a little bit sad. Like this big bad wolf cared so much about this little girl that he gave her a few more moments of pure childish experience, indulging her in her weird little adventures. Right before he was gonna tell her exactly what was going on. He let her ramble about a random caterpillar and her silly food choices with her grandma and let her just laugh. And I know its all just one big bit, just a joke, but idk there's something very bittersweet about when I look at it this way.

[dadbastiandisaster]

Oh shit it’s finally done

This is fanart for the incredible, amazing, heart-warming-and-wrenching (it has range) Coattails by @pain-in-the-butler which you can read here. It’s one of the best fanfics I’ve read ever, every chapter is an absolute delight, all the characters are so in-character and also so well and interestingly utilised, and if you haven’t read it you absolutely should. It will recover the years of your life that the season 2 rewatch everyone was doing at one point took off you.

So, I am a horse girl, I love horses, and I actually don’t mind drawing them, so obviously I had to do fanart of Ciel with the Irish and Avalon in chapter 23. The horses are truly one of the highlights of this fic: Ciel’s interactions with them are so sweet, and Sebastian’s are usually quite amusing.

Also this did take me literally forever because I took up cross-stitch and then life kept happening and also I struggled with horse shading for some reason

[digital999placebo]

in any human GerIta AU, DA ONLY WAY I can think of these two meeting is in central Berlin, early December, around 23pm on a Wednesday or Thursday…. Feliciano is on his way home from having a glass of wine with his friends at a bar, he’s in a good mood and despite the cold he’s wearing his long winter coat unbuttoned… he’s swaying on the sidewalk and suddenly slips and falls, despite the circumstances rather gracefully. Ludwig, the stranger closest to Feliciano, decides to step in and help the guy, simply bc Ludwig is a nice man and not at all bc Feliciano is hawt and sexy and looks like his wet dreams from high school (and also NOT AT ALL. bc Ludwig’s brain has been conditioned into thinking he only has value when serving others). Anyway, despite Ludwig’s help, Feliciano CANNOT get his balance locked in and keeps slipping in Ludwig’s arms, despite Ludwig having a literal iron grip on him ……. alas Feliciano ends up piggy back riding Ludwig, across frosty cobblestone streets lit up by Christmas lights strung between buildings where the windowsills r covered with snow and decorated with greenery ……. n the night is deep and blue and LOVE is in da air …… and from a bar, half empty save the middle aged regulars, u can hear smooth jazz as Feliciano drunkenly points out the directions of his apartment. Anyway this works for literally almost all time periods and I will NOT take any criticism . Talk to the hand this is how they meet as humans

[buttercup-barf]

AND JUST AS I GO TO CHECK IF I HAVE ANYTHING GOOD SCHEDULED FOR TUESDAY, I-

WHAT??????

TODAY IS ONE FUCKIN' DROPKICK AFTER ANOTHER HELLO SINCE WHEN FOR WHAT

[autistic-danieljackson]

Last episode 😭

[midnightwind]

I'm fucking sorry, did they fully expect me to banish the Grey Wardens? after the entirety of Origins?? I spent that entire game scraping that order back into existence, no fucking way was I ditching them because one commander made a stupid ass decision

[mo-ok]

hang on that wasnt go busters

[bakerstreetdoctor]

Marlborough: so uhm hiii, I heard you're pretty cool and stuff, hehe, so wanna tell me about your future plans, which country do you wanna conquer next etc 👉👈

Karl: why's this linguistic failure speaking french to me. What do you mean you're a successful commander when you're dressed like this. Where's the dirt and grit

Voltaire: Saxony 💛 🖤 didn't ❌ make Karl 🇸🇪👑 weak 🫠 he rode 🐎 out three 3️⃣✖️ per day 🗓️ got up 🛏️ at four 🕓 in the morning 🌄 dressed himself 👗 didn't ❌ drink wine 🍷 only sat at the table 🍽️ for a quarter hour 🕒 but everyday he exercised 💪 his troops 💂‍♀️ and didn't ❌ know any other pleasure 🤩 but making Europe 🇪🇺 quake 🫨

[iratusmus]

[brittlebutch]

anyway. i think im going to hit augustus with a car

[suffer-for-supper]

I do love my sister but whenever some blind person problems happen, she always ridicules me about it. Like yeah, I get that it's kinda ridiculous that I can't see something right in front of my face but I can see something to the side of me. Yes, that is my reality, day to day.

"Pff you really are blind" yeah no shit I know

Similarly, with the auditory processing disorder, when she says something nearly inaudible in a restaurant (radio playing, babble from other patrons, beeping from the electronics, air conditioner whirring, kitchen sounds, etc) and I can't hear her directions clearly, she acts as if she said each word with perfect clarity and gets belligerent about my "inability to hear like a normal person" and I can only say, "I'm aware. This is the nature of my disability. I appreciate your patience." And then she'll get upset about my outburst, saying "it was a joke" in an exasperated tone, as if I'm intentionally killing the mood. And yeah, being unable to comprehend language in a situation with lots of other audio stimuli, that isn't super fun. That isn't exactly what I'd call, "a good mood." But when she says, "you know what? Nevermind!" I can only seethe. "Nevermind" is not an option for me. I cannot accommodate you for my inability to hear. There's simply nothing more I can do than pause to comprehend or ask politely for you to repeat. "Nevermind"? How about I steal your legs. How about that.