Tagged by @juliakayyy @mybrainismelted @energievie &@jrooc for last Wednesday's tag game.
Name: Cyn is fine
How do you pronounce your own Tumblr handle in your head?
”moonlight” or “Mizz (insert birth name)
When you look out the window right now what do you see?
Treetops and the 2nd story roo of my building. (I’m on the third floor rn.)
What is the most unusual profession someone in your family was in?
Inmate.
What hobby were you really into as a kid?
Reading; I read a lot, especially anything that had to do with the occult.
First autofill google result when you type ‘How can I…?’
“how can i watch the good doctor” WHAT THE FUCK? I’ve never googled this before. Nor had any desire to watch this show. Sneaky, google, very sneaky.
If you were the main character in a sitcom, what song would be playing during the opening credits?
No song, probably just a series of noises that convert my overall awkwardness.
What’s the last movie you watched? Did you enjoy it? What genre is it?
Jeez, i don’t even remember. I’ve had such a low attention span for movies lately. I kinda half-watched Oppenheimer.
What is your favourite movie genre?
I go through phases in so far as genre, but i tend to gravitate to movies with an ensemble cast. I love watching a little microcosm of society interact —how they get themselves into & out of trouble, how they affect each other’s lives. That’s all good stuff to me.
What movie would you recommend?
When I started thinking of ensemble casts, I immediately thought of Wes Anderson’s “The Royal Tenenbaums: & “The Fantastic Mr. Fox.”
I’ve also grown to love anything by Sophia Coppola.
Do your IRL humans know about your fandom life? If you’re a creator, do they know you create?
A few do: two coworkers, my wife, my sister. I think my son suspects. Lol.
If you could do one activity with your pocket/fandom friends what would it be?
Ooh, we would bake together, mounds and mounds of baked goods! And then we’d all sit around on thick blankets in my backyard of a perfectly sunny day, eating our delicious goodies & talking fandom for hours. Somehow, a magical ice cream truck will Parra & it will have all of our favorite frozen treats in stock, also coffee or tea.
Of course I had to be hit by art block again just as may started. But I can do this, don't mind me being one day behind. Under read more
Mayblade day 1: sun
Max raised an arm, shielding from the blinding sun. A familiar screech on top of him called his attention, a shadow circling down.
He smiled as a flapping wings passed close to him, landing at his feet with the sound of sharp claws clicking on the ground.
"Hi Horus, you found me, good job, your caretaker shouldn't be too far then". He kneeled down ruffling the head feathers of Boris's rescue falcon. The bird moved his head around looking at him with his clear eyes, before giving a few nibbles to his fingers with his sharp beak and soft chirping. A few little scratches were nothing compared to what he could have done if he hadn't enjoyed the pets.
Soon a whistle was heard and the bird took flight, staying low instead of taking rise. Max stood up again and turned just in time to see Horus landing on Boris's gloved hand and nibbling on a small piece of meat.
Not sure if the sun or something else, he felt his cheeks get warm as he watched the scene and how gentle the russian man was with the bird. Such a side few were able to see, and he was one of the lucky fews.
With a quick movement of the arm, Boris let the falcon fly again, watching it take to the sky before walking over to Max. He too, could not help the blush forming on his face, seeing the sun shine brigth and light up the younger man in front of him. And it didn't matter how many times he had seen it by now, the rush of feelings he felt never seemed to lessen as that joyful smile was directed at him time and time again, and his own smile came out.
They spent time there, chatting about a thing or the another, as Horus flew high, golden feathers shining, watching over them like the ancient god he was named after.
What is the part that you like the most and the least about writing?
@shadowsxgwynriel @reverie-tales @velidewrites thank you for the tag!
Most: It’s an outlet for my maladaptive daydreaming 😌 a lot of my favorite works are actually unpublished because 1) I think they only make sense to me 2) I’m lowkey embarrassed by my ideas…at least I have fun rereading them!
Least: Um…writing in general…😬 ok I have more fun when I’m writing for myself. But if I’m updating a fic I get major writers block because I put a lot of pressure on myself. I probably edit/read through my updates 10+ times for grammar and awkward sentences before publishing it. Being perfectionist about my work 😭 is something I’m hoping to change this year
Hey! This is the preview of my piece from the Fifatalia fanzine! This project is amazing, and I'm so happy I have been able to take part. Please, check out the fanzine, you won't regret it! There's some amazing works there.
And thanks a lot to @poxtra for the picture, I can't believe how good this looks!
🍃🌺🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get it back even better🌙🌺🍃
at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
Hi everyone! I received this Weekly Tag Wednesday Wednesday, but I guess I waited until this Monday to get it done . What else is new? 😅😅
Let’s start with the standard:
Name: Cyn
Age: older than @notherenewjersey
Location: Northern Hemisphere
And now, a set of totally random ones 😅
What’s one of your go-to karaoke songs?
🤕🤕🤕 Either "Summer Nights," from the grease soundtrack. Or " Bohemian Rhapsody," by Queen.
If you had the power to control one of the four elements, which one would it be and why?
Precipitation. It would never fucking snow or rain, unless I needed a little drizzle for my garden.
Think of one of your defining personality traits - which animal embodies it?
Those little squirrel monkeys that live in India. You know the ones that are in all of those documentaries and you get to see them break into people's houses and be annoying as fuck, but everybody deals with them because they're actually kind of cute. That's totally me.
Are there any fan theories that have stuck with you?
I was never into the show, nor was I ever in the fandom, before some reason the TV show Lost invaded every part of my life for a very long time. It's probably because all of my friends watched it and all they ever did was talk about it. So I literally know so many weird conspiracy theories about it. 😅 And the thing is that I could never be able to tell you any of them off the top of my head, but if you mention some of them, I would be able to recall them that way.
Name a movie you watched or a book you read as a kid that you were totally not supposed to watch/read at that age.
I think I've mentioned this a few times. I watched a lot of movies that were not appropriate for me when I was young, mostly because my mom was a huge horror flick enthusiast. And I was an early reader, so I would read fat novels from the grocery store. The most memorable one being a crime book called. " Bad blood: family murders in Marin county." 😆
Name a food or drink that you totally hated as a kid and now you really like.
Mushrooms, green olives.
How about one you still hate?
Beef liver. Literally, the smell of it, the thought of it even, makes me want to hurl.
What’s your least favourite chore?
All of them.
Do you have one that you actually enjoy?
🤣😂🤣😂 Get the fuck out of here with this question.
And to close it off, share a lyric or two that really resonate with you.
I've got this stuck in my head right now.
" I don't know what to do with myself
Just don't know what to do with myself planning everything for two
Doing everything with you
And now that we're through
I just don't know what to do"
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I'm super late on this one, as always. It's become my hallmark. 😆 So not talking to anyone. If you have not done this one and want to play, go right ahead. 😆
an ex-zionist jewish man recently went a bit viral on tiktok for sharing exactly how he sees zionism tie israel to the jewish identity and his personal experience with breaking away from it - I think it’s a really great watch.
He also made a follow up talking specifically about how he learned to humanise Palestinians, and a really integral part of it was his school, which would often bring in Palestinian speakers who’d share their perspective (here’s a link to it).
A sketch video from yesterday..I love how when a school kid is late to school..they usually have 食パン (Toast) in their mouth while running!! I drew my OC “Eloise” being late to something..