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#This poor art need to be post
ipanji · 1 year
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I love them so much. 🥹 💜💖
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inkskinned · 7 months
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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.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
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nell0-0 · 2 months
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Mask will let the captain have this. Just this once. It wasn't just once.
Poor Mask kept falling to the ground. Luckily for him, either the captain or Tune are there to catch him
A continuation of THIS
Fun fact I didn't know until I started researching for this: apparently when someone looses an eye, it's possible that the other eye adapts. This is not good in the beginning as the remaining eye stops working for a while (???!). While long term it's not as noticeable (just less field of vision and some problems with depth perception sometimes) it's, uh... interesting :,D
Correct me if I'm wrong about this tho. I did my research, but sometimes there's misinformation out there so don't trust it 100% without checking it first.
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turbo-tsundere · 1 year
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Kokichisake-onna
*Happy anime narrator voice*: “And thus, Kokichi has once again successfully evaded the dread of emotional openness!”
Also here’s a random selection of derpy concept doodles for this comic :)
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Thank you byeeeeee
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summerdoddles · 3 months
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Remember that you are my friend too
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in-memoriam-tgwk · 1 month
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fishtinker · 3 months
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Goosefeather's curse aka Goosefeather's transition
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deeva-arud · 5 months
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Deeva Årud - Club Wear Voice Lines
When Summoned: Lights dimmed, tension building up… Are you ready to feel our rhythm? Summon Line: Playing music with friends is fun, I’m glad to be here even though I’m starting to feel a bit nervous.
Groooovy!!: We’d be delighted to see you at our next show. Spotting a familiar face among the crowd is always nice. Home: “Let’s rock and roll”, as some would say. Home Idle 1: I joined the Pop Music Club on my second year. Perhaps it’s quite a drastic change from my previous club but… it’d be a lie to say I’m not enjoying my time here. Home Idle 2: Most of the time I’m the one suggesting we should practice, but somehow Lilia, Cater and Kalim always distract me with all these unknown snacks and gadgets. Sometimes I have the feeling they do it on purpose… Home Idle 3: I need to warm my hands, it’s hard playing an instrument when they’re cold. Home Idle – Login: *humming Piece of My World* Ah- sorry, I didn’t see you there. Can I help you with something? Home Idle – Groovy: I’ve been playing violin and other instruments since I was a kid. My family has always had a connection with music and I’ll gladly continue this legacy. Conveying your thoughts and feelings through sounds is quite satisfactory. Home Tap 1: My first concert with them? Since it was the first time I’d be playing in front of many people, I knew I’d have a hard time trying to look at the audience. Cater noticed and told me to look at him so I could feel less overwhelmed… Let’s say I didn’t expect him to be so literal. His clones substituted the audience because no one came to see us. Home Tap 2: Hm, my violin? Indeed, it’s not the same one I use at Mostro Lounge. An electric violin is more suitable for the club’s activities. I’m surprised you noticed it. That means someone’s been paying too much attention to the musician playing ambience music… That was a joke. Home Tap 3: Kalim and I joined the club in the same year so I got to see how much he’s improved his drumming technique. It’s impressive. Certainly, Lilia’s been an excellent teacher to him. Home Tap 4: I like the idea of having customized masks for our performances. Maybe I should mention it once we have enough funds. Home Tap 5: I recently accepted to do some vocals just for our club sessions. You can come see us, but please refrain from telling everyone else. At the moment, I only feel comfortable singing for a few people. Home Tap – Groovy: When it comes to a band like this many wouldn’t think of a violinist, but that actually gives songs an interesting feeling, don’t you think? Duo: [DEEVA]: Ready for a shocking performance, Cater? [CATER]: Ready as ever, Dee-chan!
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mossymandibles · 10 months
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My brain said “put that beast in a situation” and I complied :3c
Kraw unwittingly becomes part of a “catch and release” wildlife program by some rather oblivious field researchers.
I may do a continuation since I’ve become attached to my little haphazard team of researchers trying their hand at nature filmography, but I have so much other stuff I wanna work on 😰
I wasn’t even going to ink this thing. I blacked out and somehow ended up here.
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literallyjusttoa · 7 months
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I think it’s so funny that a lot of the other ToA artists I see default to Lester’s outfits in the first book (the Led Zeppelin shirt, Paolo’s bandana, Will’s flannel, etc.) meanwhile I’m over here beating the dead horse of the red hoodie from the ToN cover that I’m not even sure he wore during the actual book.
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penelope-kat · 8 months
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I cannot BELIEVE no one else is talking about this:
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You people make me sick 😤 /j
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ashersanity · 3 months
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Been rewatching Beastars lately and I can’t get my head out of the gutter, how Whitney would fit nicely right into the structure itself.
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Wolf whitney, to be exact. Don’t tell me it doesn’t suit ‘em, it’s Whitney all over, from the feral need to hunt and own, climb upon the ranks. They’re a carnivore through and through, this carnal need to sink their used fangs into fresh meat, greedily lap up the remaining velvety consistency with their pink tongue. It’s in a wolf’s nature to do so, and fuck, once they set their sights on you — It’s fucking over. You thought regular Whitney was bad? Take a look at their wolf counterpart, much, much worse.
Usually seen in packs, snickering along with their mates only to bare their sharp teeth at the mere hint of your scent drawing nearby, saliva pooling beneath their tongue. Sure, the town has deemed it immoral to feast upon an herbivore, but the blonde doesn’t give a shit, not at all. Once they got you firmly pinned up against the bricked wall, dread forming in the pits of your guts with this fucking.. feral beast towering over you, fluffy tail gently swaying back and forth. Yeah, you’re fucked. You don’t know if when the delinquent refers to you as their prey instead, how they can’t wait to get a good ol’ taste of you, don’t know if they’re actually kidding or not. Truth is, Whitney is not. Motherfucker’s size also expanded and I’m not just talking about their overall height and frame.
Changing in the locker rooms, catch a glimpse of Whitney’s softened knotted cock hanging lazily between their legs, the way it lightly smacks against their thigh. Holy fuck, the sheer girth of it, not even hardened and you wonder how exactly they’re walking with that hefty thing around. How do you fucking get past that either? Simply shoots you a lingering look, grinning to themselves once they’ve caught you staring for a tad bit too long. Escalating to cleanly stripping you free from your clothes, uncaring for the leering gazes that attracts from everyone else. If anything, the bully adores it, swiftly unzipping their trousers open to smack their drooling knotted cock onto your bare tummy, get a good idea of how far it’d reach if they shoved it straight in. The sensation has you dizzy, as Whitney likes it to, teasingly rubbing the length of their veiny shaft along your skin, smearing pearly pre-cum all over the heated surface.
On blood moons? Good luck with that. Quickened puffs of breath escaping from your lips as you try to outrun them in the vast forest, the familiar padded footsteps drawing nearer as a sharp branch grazes your cheek, stumbling over your own feet and landing onto the rough, soiled ground. Fuck, its fuzzy all over, aching fingers having gone numb a long while ago, leaving only the resounding smack of Whitney’s swollen cock fucking into you, bullying your wet, sloppy insides full of their seed till sunrise.
↓ I meant F!Whitney with a cock btw, by @shoknsfw
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The lower half.. yeah, only I get to see that.
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wynnnxy · 10 months
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so some of u were asking about spiderbing's canon event...
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captainsaltypear · 2 years
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interspecies miscommunication be like................ - - redraw of this comic because i headcanon lady as part vulcan 
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lavenoon · 1 year
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Accidentally Undercover - You might think post-reveal their rivalry will loosen up somewhat, but no. In fact, Robin now makes a point out of showing up on Dawn's missions when they have the time to spare, expecting their sweet neighbor Sun. Well, at least they realize their mistake quickly (:
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sheepheadfred · 6 months
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-They SHOT me- [ -SHOT-]
Just a flesh wound- It has to be... [has to be...]
They wouldn't if they knew after all...
RIGHT? [RIGHT?]
They're my parents. it- it has to be a--- [a mistake]
RIGHT?
Ectoberhaunt Day 17: Blood/Flesh
'Flesh and blood' can be used as a term for a blood relative after all. After a ghost fight that took longer to deal than usual, the Fentons got a lucky hit (or maybe two) that Danny barely managed to escape with. Poor boy really going through it. 0n0
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