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vistkitww · 1 year

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#loh #lord of heroes #I have a lot of ideas for beautiful full-fledged drawings #but I'm so lazy #I don't want to work so I did this

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plushiehamuko · 1 year

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i actually have a super detailed tenkaede timeline in my mind but the thing is i just have to stick it in a non-killing game au bc otherwise i have to uproot chapters 1, 2, and 3 to make it work which inherently drastically changes chapters 4 and 5 as well. it just makes such a huge mess of the deaths that idek how to clean it up. the goal is to someday make a fic that just goes through my tenkaede timeline but i'm a terrible writer so umm. that might never happen

#squishy talks too much #also you may be wondering 'squishy why do you have to uproot chapter 2'#'that has nothing to do with tenkaede'#well bc i hate it so so badly #and bc kirumi and kaede need to be best friends #no matter what au i make #or else it's not even a good au #also i probably could fix the huge mess of the deaths #but i'm so lazy #way easier to just make it irrelevant #i also need more time for this timeline than the killing game permits #like the tenmiko situation preceding tenkaede is easily two months on its own #about tenkos <3 #about kaedes <3

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4trackcassette · 1 year

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hair at that length where I'm thinking of chopping it cuz it's annoying but also don't want to bc its COLD

#Also bc i JUST cleaned my bathroom and kitchen I'm not doing that again #Horrible length hair coming to a head near u (my head)#My bangs r all swoopy bc they r TOO LONG and when i work out its annoying on the back of my neck and at the sides it looks dumb #But i'm SO LAZY #2020 faux mullet Era I will always remember u

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holmesandwhatson · 10 months

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in polish we don’t say ‘mutuals’ we say ‘odwzajemnione obserwowanie’ and I think it’s horrible

#another great update #i shoud probably just change my lang settings #but i'm so lazy

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neverwholelahey · 11 months

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Hit the heart for a random lyric starter from my 12 hour long playlist.

#outofmemories #lemme know if you want it to be from the twin verse where i have isadora and isaac #i still need to finish writing my twin verse pages #but i'm so lazy

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false-skies · 2 years

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Damn.. I'm really gonna have to create my own Sukuna Content...

#i COULD draw him #but I'm so lazy #but true form sukuna...#girl huh

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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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hyolks · 3 months

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al's the kinda guy to wear sweater vests and oxfords <3

#fma #fullmetal alchemist #alphonse elric #fma al #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #OK SO this is gonna be the start of my 30 day draw. but i work until late on the weekends. so its a test of my ability to draw post work.#also I'm inherently lazy #er. if i dont post . please know i tried my hardest #also throw back! i used to draw ppl holding bouquets all the time. i forgot my trade.....

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maya-matlin · 9 months

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Thank you, Sara! 😘

#userbettycooper #One day I'll actually send some of these out #But I'm so lazy

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baskeigh-ball · 4 months

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posting some mind swap doodles to prove im still alive, so have a few headcanons :D

- Leo in Mikey's body is pure chaos, he has no boundaries when it comes to modifications to "his" body in order to feel more comfortable in his own skin. For example, he gave himself his old markings to cover up Mikey's spots (only around the eyes tho, the arm and leg markings would take way more time.) He loves using Mikey's mystic powers/weapons at first, but eventually feels too weird about it and switches to his own weapons/gear to cope

- Mikey reins him in whenever he gets a little too confident in using his mystic powers though. Mikey is always hovering nearby to make sure Leo doesn't decide to go overboard, fully aware of Leo's lack of awareness when it comes to his physical limits, let alone when he's in someone else's body

- Raph is on the opposite side of the spectrum as far as modifications go, only willing to give Donnie his tech back and wear arm wraps to feel more like himself.

- The only tech he has to keep is the battle shell, especially after realizing just how fragile Donnie's body really is. He becomes refuses to take it off for days at a time, and when he does finally take it off, he's extremely paranoid and puts himself in the safest spot possible: his own room, bundled up in pillows and blankets.

- He also is woefully ignorant in how the battle shell is operated, so it goes haywire pretty often in the beginning. Donnie has to be nearby and ready to be damage control for a long time before Raph becomes confident enough to operate the battle shell's most basic functions.

#i have so many blurbs for this au #but i'm too lazy to draw it out #seriously considering posting the stuff i've written for the au to pick up the slack but that sounds pretty scary ngl #mind swap drabbles #rottmnt mind swap #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #technically rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #my art #rottmnt fanart

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valeriapryanikova · 1 month

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halo

#everyone clap i actually used a reference for the wings for once--usually i'm too lazy to do that so i just wing it (no pun intended)#grian #hermitcraft #mcyt #fanart

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 6 months

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finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using