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little-alien-duck · 2 months

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when I tell people I coach competitive climbing they often ask how it's scored and their assumption generally is that it's whoever gets to the top of the wall first and there is a kind of climbing called speed climbing that does work like that but that's a fairly minor subsection of climbing which essentially exists only for competition and most climbers like never participate in it.

in most types of climbing, when a comp is scored it's literally about who finishes the most routes. and the thing that's so interesting to me about the speed question is that it assumes that everyone is getting to the top of everything, which is never the case. it's more common that a climber doesn't finish a single problem in a comp than that they send everything.

and I've been thinking about that a lot recently bc in climbing there is no guarantee or even assumption that you'll finish a route. outside of competitions people spend weeks and — on problems outside — literal years working on one singular problem until they can do it. the question climbing asks an athlete isn't "how well can you do this?" but "are you capable of doing this at all?" and the thing is that if you stick with it, it can teach you amazing things about perseverance when you know you're getting your ass kicked in the short term and pushing yourself past what you thought you were capable of and problem solving (under a time limit and in three dimensions) and body awareness and trusting yourself and being brave. and to stick with climbing is either to learn those things or for it to just eat you alive.

#I spent like 6 hours doing a coaching training thing today #and it went well!#and this is all I can think about #climbing

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pinkie-satan · 2 years

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stress leaving my body like a cigarette smoke

#this week was hard but everything is all right now #thanks for all the support ♡#this whole month was pretty stressful tbh but last week especially #last month my father was diagnosed with cancer and since he also has other neurological illnesses they weren't sure how to treat him #he suffered some neurological damage when i was still a kid so it's like he's been ill for most of my life #but the latest diagnosis was heart breaking #he had a surgery this week the very complicated and expensive one #and it went well!#i'm so happy!#he is now recovering #i also had an exam this week and i passed it #and was supposed to have another one but professor agreed to postpone it which she normally would never do #so everything turned out fine!#tomorrow i'm going for a little trip with my uni friends #i'm so excited!

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notyourdeliveryservice · 1 year

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I'm locked out of my Twitter and every time I try to post a story on Instagram the app crashes. Clearly there is a god out there who doesn't want me to speak my truth but they're gonna have to try harder than that if they want to shut me up

#i just want to tell people that it was my first day at a new job #and it went well!#is that so much to ask

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ditzybat · 1 month

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jason in titans tower staring at bruce: how’d you know i was alive old man?

bruce: robin - tim - is an avid follower of your tumblr blog that has mysteriously updated after years of you being deceased

tim: mhm, at mrsbennetluvr88 started quoting hamlet and titus andronicus after years of radio silence, it was the only rational conclusion

jason: … at least you know your shakespeare…

#tim: i was your moot goffick-bat69! i’m well aware of your dramatic tendencies #jason: and you didn’t find it so weird that you went out and wore your dead online friends mantel?#tim: i was being poetic! something about vengeance and keeping the magic alive !#batman #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #robin #red robin #red hood #batbros

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egophiliac · 22 days

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bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word

I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.

(I'm sorry)

#art #twisted wonderland #(sort of atemporally somewhere between episodes 6 and 7?)#(i - i wanted that lilia joke okay)#long post #tumblr went 'you can post up to 30 images now :)' and i was like well okay then #anyway once again i'm sorry #i'd say i don't know why i did this but actually it is because i wanted kalim to scandalize everyone #i tried to keep it...you know...tasteful. a tasteful amount of fucks.#hey remember how the framing premise for the original birthday interviews was that yuu worked for the school paper #because i have never forgotten. in my head they are still getting up to all kinds of wacky reporting hijinks.

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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.