#in my HEART.

[lokh]

i have exactly one joke

#AS SOON AS I REMEMBERED THIS. #laishuro #IN MY HEART. #dungeon meshi #nakamoto toshiro #shuro #hien #art #delicious in dungeon #hien and the other retainers like. do we have to kill him for you #hes like no....... ill do it myself

[soporificshoebill]

something about the line "that's my boyfriend. that's garlic" is so real. interspersed with the dramatic music cutting in and out... yeah

#and then 'i knew you were dating somebody' + the harmonizing are just. perfect. idk this moment is so good #smosh #angela giarratana #amanda lehan canto #courtney miller #garlic is also my boyfriend. i get it. #courtmangela #in my heart. #amangela #courtgela #??? perhaps.

[hishima]

i love you ice tea i love you milkshake i love you fruit juice i love you iced coffee i love you flavoured milk i love you water i love you frappe i love you smoothie i love you every drink and beverage in the whole world. grins

#beverageposting #water actuallyis a beverage #in my heart.

[kigiom]

succession this succession that what about MY hit TV show endeavour?

#in my heart. #endeavour #thomas.text

[transprince]

Btw. Mituna's outfit, this:

To me, is actually this:

#in my heart. #its a lot easier to see in regardd to the helmet #but im right. #for those who dont know the 2nd pic is a star wars rebel pilot

[lyril]

pepbut's a little gay for this one ngl

#talk #cartoons #adventure time #like these party jokes are already kind of like... charged #so it's not even that much of a stretch #isn't it wonderful though. he's been gay this whole time i know it #in my heart.

[themetalvirus]

a take that would get me crucified anywhere else:

amy rose is a lesbian. to me

#exoticbutterstxt #in my heart. #specifically fleetway amy shes so lesbian

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

some colin fairbairn nonsense on this fine day. in my heart he attended the knapp shappey shipwright wedding. and cried.

#also herc admits to colin that he was going to recommend arthur to him and colin is like. oh i’d have taken him! #in my heart. #cabin pressure #em draws #linda fairbairn extended universe #colin fairbairn #arthur shappey #linda fairbairn

[chryzure]

genuinely pisses me off when there’s a canonical lesbian couple in something (or two girls w homoerotic tension..) & ppl will Still draw the men genderbent to have lesbians in something. yes this is abt lesbian klaine when brittana is literally canonical and they got married and weren’t a horrible couple. sorry to gleepost here but shut the fuck up abt lesbian klaine.

#yesss they were a canon gay couple that’s cool!!! why do you hate women #want to know who else was a canon gay couple! that was two girls!!! BRITTANY AND SANTANA #‘i drew them as girls because i love lesbians 🥰’ what abt. the actual. canonical. real. RIGHT THERE LESBIANS #i hate you klaine shippers that draw them as girls and ignore brittana #i also hate klaine as a couple period. the only reason they were together is because they were both gay men #which is crazy. #they had no chemistry. they felt like the two out gay ppl in their show choir and they bonded as friends #so it’s always distressing when i see them kiss. like WHAT the fuck. where’s the chemistry…. #now brittana…….. they have sooooo much chemistry they love each other soooo much and you can tell #sorry everyone. glee sucks it’s jst also kinda funny & they did brittana pretty alright for ryan murphy hating lesbians 👍🏻 #it’s so crazy. he did NOT want brittana and it shows. good for naya & heather pushing for it!! #alright i’m done. i jst saw stupid fucking lesbian klaine art and it makes me mad that they ignore the actual lesbians #same w ph & ppl drawing the male characters as lesbians when it’s like. well im p sure alice & lottie & lacie & sharon are sapphic #in my HEART. #and then it’s like. WHY ARENT YOU DRAWING THE ACTUAL WOMEN AS SAPPHIC. ARE YOU SO BLIND TO THEM THAT YOU CAN ONLY GET ‘REP’ FROM THE MEN #memorie.txt

[professorllayton]

trc zine.... physically u live on my bookshelf but emotionally... u live... here 🫀

#in my heart. #blabs

[spooksier]

young artist posting your work online, heed my warning. im holding your face so gently in my hands, you have to stop caring about numbers right now and start caring about making the weirdest and most self-indulgent art you possibly can

#text! #idk the trend of twt artists pretending to be stealing their own art to get engagement rly broke my heart #like nooo!!! the joy of art is in the making!!!!! its not in the reaction!!

[hjarta]

#i have THREE confirmed hang outs this week. my heart is bursting 😭💗

[leiandroid]

"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.

as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.

#aaron bushnell #the boy with his heart on fire #this is in no way intended to glorify his actions #i do not condone self immolation as an act of protest but i cannot deny that it is something that causes an impact #and it has struck a chord within us all #we must not let his death be in vain #free palestine #my art #original

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

#shut up e #long post #Saturday thoughts #this has been in my drafts for a week haha #also this is the heart of why AI art feels so wrong #forget the discussion of copyright and theft etc - even if models were only trained on public domain they would still feel very wrong #because they’re not art. art is the labor of creation #even commercial art and art commissioned by the popes and kings of history: there is humanity in the labor of it #unrelated: I did not know living in the Bronx was now something to brag about. How the fuck do y’all New Yorkers afford this city???

[all-chickens-are-trans]

god i'm so tired of everybody's bad faith interpretations of everything. where's the trust. where's the forgiveness. where's the understanding that most things are complex and most people have many layers. and like the black eyed peas once said. where is the love

#find the love in your heart my folks #my posts

[the-dragon-girl-27]

It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.

you are greeted by...... her

#fairy vs walrus #walrus vs fairy #walrus #why is this so well textured its fucking shitpost art #like why cant i pull this off in my normal art it had to be the walrus fairy #meme art #things that would give people outside of tumblr a heart attack #maybe #has the fairy vs walrus debate breached containment yet #also that generic girl i drew ended up looking a lot like how i look irl (yes i look like an npc) #also that door is unreasonably large but i needed you to be able to see the walrus in all her glory #i wanted it to be bigger so you could see her wings #fairy walrus #dragon draws creatures