#yes yrs yes

[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.

[taxinealkaloids]

girls will literally turn their parents’ corpses into meat puppets to prevent the House of their birthright from being annexed by other powers 

[pixiefeatherkw3]

Marunouchi No Sonic 【丸の内 のソニック】 x Oshi no Ko 【推しの子】

[the-words-we-sung]

[soupforsoup]

Some behind the scenes tidbits I feel normal about (classic who edition):

- apparently every story Matthew Waterhouse's hairstylist would say they were going to trim his hair and never did, resulting in all the variations from crusader triangle to fuck ass bob to shaggy mullet

-Peter Davison was unaware he was many people's sexual awakening in his dressing gown in black orchid

-Colin baker was mistaken for a runner by another actor in arc of infinity and asked to go fetch a coffee (which he did)

-he would also walk around making chicken noises on the set of arc of infinity (until he was told to stop)

-Matthew didn't know adric died in part four of earthshock until he read Peter's script whilst shooting, and was apparently more upset over the fact he was being killed off rather than just leaving

-a lot of the doctor who movie was filmed in the same building as the X-files

-Janet Fielding was told she was good casting for doctor who because she "looked slightly alien"

-Deborah Watling and Frazer Hines used to joke that she left the show because she got pregnant, as she left almost nine months after arriving

-Sylvester Mccoy once couldn't find a filming location until after the doctor who fans, who had been waiting there for an hour

-Paul Mcgann thought all the doctors companions were their kids

-Peter and Sarah Sutton had to stop Janet from accidentally prostituting herself in the red light district

-Sylvester once played the spoons on a guy that tried to menace him

-Paul had to wear a wig because he was casted with the long hair you see in the movie but cut it all off for another role a couple months before they started filming

-Janet called Matthew "matte-finish" and "boom-boom waterhouse" whilst filming earthshock

-the cast bought a prop gun for arc of infinity from a sex shop in amsterdam

(Just to stress I obviously don't know the validity of these I just sourced them from interviews and commentaries!! Please don't come for me if these aren't accurate! These are just some funny things I've heard and if anyone else knows any random facts or stories feel free to reblog/share!!)

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

I haven't been feeling well, but I made some sloppy doodles in honor of the Pico FnF update!!!

(The first doodle is the "Pico meets Pico" scene but the one on the right is my hc design of him hehe)

Honestly the best part of the update was Tankman saying "ugh, beat it!" in response to Pico's constant burping JDJDJJSJS

[mugentakeda]

not even harvards top scientists could understand the complexities of the azula-iroh beef lore that i made up in my head

(silly bonus under the cut)

[mirabel-on-a-bicycle]

Lol cut the kid some slack ok he literally just kissed Simon for the first time in months 😂😂 I mean look him. What do y'all expect him to do? Literary analysis?? With that mushy simonsiMONsimon brain?? I'd be impressed if he even remembered his own name at this point.

also don't forget he genuinely thought Simon wouldn't ever like him back until then, let alone write an entire song for him

[tomatoart]

me if drawing inconsistently was a job 💸💰

[anonymouscheeses]

They are everything to me.

[hushhushplzzz]

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

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[10yrsyart]

i was just thinking they would have an interesting friendship dynamic. Mischief Maker with a heart of gold Jack Frost, and Head Elf “I don’t get payed enough for this” Bernard 😂 they also both happen to have access to magical travel snowglobes yknow so..

Christmas Crossover AU

transcript:

(comic one)

Jack: So, you come here often?

Bernard: Occasionally.. if necessary.

Bernard: Hey, nice hoodie. Did we do this one?

Jack: Uh.. well, technically-

(comic two)

Jack: Bernard, how's it going?

Bernard: Jack?! How'd you get here? Wait- don't tell me, I don't want to know. I can't talk, don't you know how busy we are right now??

Jack: Why don't I help? Wow some elves with my talents, ey?

Bernard: “Jack Frost” has a reputation here, so it's probably best to steer clear of Santa. And the elves. Actually, please come back later when I'm not drowning in work.

Jack: Aww what, don't you enjoy my company?

Bernard: That's hardly the p- IS THAT REINDEER ORANGE?!! (off screen): Sorry, Bernard!

(comic three)

Jack: So how long has it been since you had a real vacation?

Bernard: Oh, at least 500 years.. probably.

Jack: 500? Impressive! I wasn't even born as a human yet.

Bernard: Look'atcha, all green around the edges~

Jack: Hey, 400 years is nothing to scoff at...

Bernard: Please. You, my icy friend, are an infant.

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right" ❤️❤️

[angelsdean]

this is also a very sick shot. that also breaks my damn heart

[coconox]

some brainrot hehehhdhhfjsjd

ty @windywriter for feeding into the brainrot and giving me doodle ideas also sorry for the ping but i think you’d also like to see the full thing 😈😈

full doodle page here ↓ !!