#wish I had a dad like that

[rememberwhouare]

This means so much to me.

[hollis-art]

get that girl her Odo fries !!

[ilovelifee]

Gravity falls as onion headlines part II part I part III

[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.

[girlbossvicvega]

ik it was intended primarily for funny show reasons but shassie is just a crazy dichotomy. Guy with commitment issues vs guy who commits too hard. Guy with no dad vs guy with too much dad. Guy with net negative social skills who desperately wants them vs guy with incredible insight into people who hates himself for having it. Guy who’s surly and mean to hide need to be loved vs guy who’s breezy and charming to hide need to be loved

[bunnieswithknives]

Obsessed with his brain

[themeraldee]

The Boys | 2.08 What I Know

[mer-se]

vegan food is boring

[zerohirrotries]

Love that Mk just admits that he has way too many dad figures in his life! wish i did

[willyhoos]

the mikes.. the michaels, even...

[pineappical]

would calling this something like "the sun to his earth" be a little bit too cliche? maybe...

[bread-wizards]

I'm just saying, Orym knows something about being stuck on the death of your first love. Of being constantly reminded of them and their death, seeing signs of them every day, making it that much harder to get over them.

But now he has found a new love, and despite the seeing Will several times, being reminded of him every time he looks at the moons or swings his sword, he is ready to move forward. "It's pretty great, living a lifetime." He wants to try again.

If anyone would have some wise words for Keyleth to help her get through this, it would be him.

[k3nnjamin]

really obsessed with Retired Bruce / Grandpa Bats and especially with him getting real into community service. Like at a certain point funding public programs just doesn't cut it, especially if the people you're asking to handle the money and programs are susceptible to Gotham city's very favorite activity: corruption. So Bruce feels the need to go in and do it himself basically. Somehow by retiring from Batman, Bruce's schedule gets 10x more packed and he is EVERYWHERE doing absolutely everything he can to keep just one more person safe and alive and cared for.

Some things he does are directly for his kids. He helps out at the animal shelter / vet clinic where Damian works, walking dogs and playing with kittens. He helps them all find homes.

He works at the soup kitchens and the animal rescues and the shelters.

Bruce builds and funds so many rehabilitation centers and orphanages. And he doesn't just fund them, he visits regularly and takes time to greet everyone who passes through with a smile and a compliment. He buys them presents and tells them stories about batman and his boys and what he remembers about his parents. He makes such an effort to get to know these people inside and out so they never have to feel alone or like no one believes them when corruption and abuse inevitably arise. He's not the Bat anymore but that part of his brain telling him that he can save "just one more person" never gets the memo for as long as he lives.

He takes his grandkids along too when they come to visit. The pride and joy of his life. He shows them off, yeah, what proud grandpa wouldn't? But most importantly he puts them to work. Sure, he knows his children are more than capable of raising sweet, compassionate, hardworking kids, but Bats is still apart of him and it wouldn't be right if Bruce didn't see to it himself that these ideals were engrained in his grandkids. And he'll do it right this time.

He explains to them the importance of showing compassion to everyone because you don't know where they've been or where they're going.

He talks about his strange history with their Uncle Jason and how every action has a consequence, good or bad.

He stresses most of all the responsibility they have-- because he still has an exorbitant amount of money despite the decades of trying to give it all away, and all that money is going to them when he's gone-- to give away their abundance.

There are a couple less noble life lessons thrown in there about trusting your intuition and NOT trusting everyone you meet and saying i'm sorry (Dick or Jason or any of the other bats tbh overhears Bruce (gently) lecturing their kid about saying sorry to their sibling and goes "yeah, your grandpa would know a thing or two about that," and immediately launches into a story about a time that the two of them weren't on speaking terms for a month because Bruce refused to apologize for something insignificant. The man turns bright red as the Batkids all laugh around him. His grandchildren stare on in horror, "grandpa, you really didn't speak to mom/dad for a month.. that's like forever!")

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i spend all day thinking of the news that there was a pogrom in amsterdam on the eve of the anniversary of kristallnacht. i watch goyim excuse it because a few jewish people there were bigoted. i watch other jews emphasise that bigotry is never excusable, but neither is targeted violence. i watch other goyim use fake translations to lie to try to excuse it more. some sources say it was premeditated anyway. i think of nana - my great grandmother who fled after a pogrom - and how the family always mentions in hushed voices the trauma she carried for the rest of her life. i put my phone down and i begin preparing for shabbos. i thank Hashem for wine. for bread. for shabbos. i watch my candles glow as i look at the kiddush cup that’s almost entirely tarnished with age from being passed down i don’t know how many generations. my hebrew name bears the names of my father and grandfather. i chose it myself to carry them with me because they didn’t live long enough to see my bat mitzvah. my rabbi said the name fits me because it means “Gd brings comfort”. i’ve said my prayers. i don’t feel the comfort at all

[mydarlinglaszlo]

just watched the wwdits ep finally and god i wanna hug laszlo so badly my darling boy 😭😭 not him having to confront his dad again and talking about how awful and abusive he was while everyone was being charmed by him and then laszlo actually thinking for a moment maybe he should give him a second chance (and crying??? killed me) and his dad just proving again how shitty and untrustworthy he obviously was. and also all the bits with colin seeing rodrick as a father figure and not remembering laszlo raising him and laszlo just snapping. and comforting him in the end of the ep too. he loves him :(( they really said we're not giving him (or me) a break huh 😭

[lethality-of-dual-strike]

I love you peri-weri one of these days I’ll learn how to draw you consistently

I think what we need for season 2 is some good ol perirep slapstick I need to see them scrapping it out like looney tunes