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kryspiekream · 9 months
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fuck it, pinned post
we are the following
Krys, she/they, #krys posting, #krys reblog, #krys answers
puppy, she/it/they, #puppy posting, #puppy reblog, #puppy answers
Valkyrie, she/her, #val posting, #val reblog, #val answers
Logic, it/its, #logic posting, #logic reblog, #logic answers
Introduction post for the four of us here
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We say funny and sometimes horny things
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uuhhhh yeah i think thats it
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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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united-under-skyfall · 11 months
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leverage is so fucking funny. man manages to find the most mentally ill and neurodivergent group of thieves on the market + an even more mentally ill guy whose literal job description was trying to chase all of them, and forces them into a found family speed-run by trying to blow them all up. they lowkey stage a full fucking country wide coup and are like eh 🤷 just another wednesday. this might be a fun place to vacation tho i guess. sophie shows up to her own funeral twice. they're so good at convincing people of their shit that they make a guy's body start reacting to an illness he doesn't have because it isn't real. go completely out on a limb and basically hand this one guy a new password for his computer so they can get into it and he goes with it. parker and hardison have straight up just "fake it 'till you make it"d into the fbi without even attempting to cover their tracks beyond just These Two Guys. half their clients never asked to be their clients and don't know they're their clients, and the other half are random people who find them who fuckin knows how, meanwhile no government agency can track them down without selling their soul to sterling. they make a point to have a dramatic scene w a Big Bad Shadowy Government Guy who doesn't actually get caught or brought to justice or anything telling them he's going to hunt them all down, and in any other show this would probably earn at least a minor arc later on but he literally never shows up again. an entire season finale hinged on a cake and a bunch of clams. they accidentally made eliot a celebrity not once, not twice, but three times. parker blew up her foster parents' house when she was like. nine. and it's hardly a footnote. hardison is just casually an artistic prodigy but it's only ever brought up for the most background of background gags. eliot's biggest beef with parker and hardison for like two and a half seasons is that they won't stop making weird food with lasers and refuse to realize they can't make a decent beer to save their lives. sophie's immediate response to being shot is to call her shooter a wanker. there's a character who has literally killed a man with a mop and they had the audacity to only put her in one episode.
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the-agent-of-blight · 4 months
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also, i really find it interesting how people can genuinely go about saying "Well this group isn't attacked for their identity so they can't be queer " while then turning around and. attacking said group. for their identity. and exemplifying classic __-phobic tropes. It's really dumb. You are being the thing that you claim does not exist
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yardsards · 18 days
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laios when his party needed more members:
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sleepy-bebby · 2 years
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Easy way to find the centre of the board if it’s not an even number.
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bruciemilf · 8 months
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Dude bros will choke on their own dick cheese before admitting Bruce Wayne is autistic while saying "Bruce Wayne is just a mask he uses to blend in with regular people" with their whole chests huh. Babe do I have some news for you
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arttitude130 · 7 months
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disco in my brain
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vexingwoman · 26 days
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Trans people always have and always will exist and it doesn’t hurt anyone one bit! Incredible!
If you acknowledge that gender is a social construct, you must also acknowledge that your gender identities are entirely contingent on that social construct.
In other words, your gender identities are also socially constructed—they’re not innate characteristics the way being female, black, homosexual, or disabled are innate characteristics that exist independently of any social customs or theories.
So no, trans-identified people have not always existed and will not always exist. Trans-identified people have only existed and will only exist so long as the social construct of gender exists. This is like claiming Christians have always existed and will always exist, when in reality Christians have only existed and will only exist so long as the concept of Christianity exists.
Furthermore, if you acknowledge that gender is an oppressive social construct that ascribes feminine expectations to female people and masculine expectations to male people, if you acknowledge that gender is the reason female people were confined to the domestic sphere and denied their most fundamental rights, if you acknowledge that gender is a system created to reinforce female subjugation and male domination and not just a fun, quirky little way to express yourself, then it’s not hard to comprehend that any ideology which hinges on the continued existence of this sexist social construct is inherently regressive and harmful.
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cokoweee · 29 days
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A cat is holding me at gunpoint to draw more so I did. Sad thing is I fucked up the size of the page
ANYWAYS HERE I RUN AND POST AT 3AM CAUSE ITS JUST A DOODLE
A SKETCH EVEN NOTHIN REAL OT WHATEVER TOTALLY NOPE NOPE NOPE KK BYE
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lonicera-edulis · 1 year
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Based on a backstage photo and headcanons about hobbits using flower language for local celebrations.
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kryspiekream · 4 months
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Due to some insight from others, discussion with parents about family history, and other clarifying factors, we have discovered we are in fact not just one, but a system of 4. We will be updating the pinned post soon, but making this as an introductory post. We would like you to meet, officially as individuals;
Krys, she/they
puppy, she/it/they
Valkyrie, she/her
Logic, it/its
We will be tagging who posts what more clearly in the future as well. Thanks everyone!
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tsfander · 8 months
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“You don’t understand our anger.”
did someone say Logan angst? *cricket sounds*
join our little nook!
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cuelovecrime · 8 months
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the fact that mark bition was yelling stuff at the fix that was so full of self hatred yet no one caught that ambition had been corrupted by self loathing is soo interesting. because ambition and self loathing are not similiar concepts per se but look how easy it was for ambition to continue neglecting what's good for the self, how they tied their self-worth to their achievements, how they started to punish the big guy for failing to achieve their ever raising goals. look at how easy it must've been to blame the self for everything that went wrong, to start loathing yourself, "elias hodge is the big guy's biggest problem."
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 10 days
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Poorly Drawn Cats 2: The Squeakwail
(Part 1)
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akashis-waifu · 6 months
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In regards to Neuvillette and Furina's relationship
From the perspective of a supposedly logical and stoic individual that has been plagued by a relationship that totally has nothing to do with her.
In response to the question as to why the Traveler is called the closest thing to a friend that Furina ever had, while Neuvillette received no title of sorts.
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Iudex Neuvillette and Furina de Fontaine. The Hydro Sovereign and the Hydro Archon. Co-rulers of Fontaine for almost 500 years. They know each other very well, although only upto the point where his poor emotional intelligence and her long-standing depression would allow.
A proof of understanding from Neuvillette's part: "You're not as superficial as you have presented yourself to be."
And from Furina's: "What do you think? The human world isn't too bad, now is it?" 
Unfortunately, with the rule of absolute secrecy imposed on Furina by Focalors, a bond of trust could not form between them. Neuvillette could not trust her silence, while Furina was not allowed to confide in him. Hence, the superficial workplace relationship.
Should Hoyoverse decide to explore their relationship post-Archon Quest, however, I believe that it can develop into a beautiful friendship at the very least.
Neuvillette has been shown to care for Furina on multiple occasions: 1) Asking the Traveler to accompany her in the meeting with Arlecchino, 2) dozing off when he found her seemingly out of character after the said meeting, 3) almost breaking impartiality in the Grand Trial by repeatedly reminding Furina that she was not obliged to dip her hand in the Primordial Seawater, and being shaken upon declaring the death sentence, and 4) making sure to provide for Furina after her retirement from archonhood.
Furina, on the other hand, already had her hands full with the prophecy and probably could not afford to worry much about others. Knowing where to find Neuvillette, however, goes to show that the 500-year companionship might not have been all for naught.
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