#what luck

[excitementshewrote]

#the simpsons #gif #homer simpson #mr plow #what luck

[dreamslayer-fr]

I was literally saying if i didnt find an egg scavenging that i was going to buy one lolol

#flight rising #what luck

[chipsncookies]

Thinking of a not angsty post-separation emmet (difficult)

#The only sad thing here is emmet couldn't portion for one and had to eat the same thing for days #pokemon #emmet #archeops #chips's work #i drew him left handed unintentionally but it fits with my hc #what luck

[swan2swan]

Anyway, I'm really glad I went to see what movie was going to come on after The Sandlot on TA's random movie selection.

#WHAT LUCK

[gaelmeee]

Lestat brings Louis and himself up to the stratosphere and then Louis conveniently lands on their property

#what luck #iwtv spoilers #iwtv #interview with the vampire

[fawfulydoo]

it is SO fucked up that the weezer giant microbes post and the a heem heem post were literally posted one after another in the same day and both are doing absolute numbers still like what possessed me that day. how did i do that

#like i dont think i could do that again even if i tried #what luck #like i thought that mario and luigi but every plot happens at once was my magnum opus but nope #THEY WERE AN HOUR AND A HALF APART WHAT

[definegodliness]

A poem about a cherished memory

Disclaimer: not much of a poem, save for the line breaks (I know), but this is my utmost cherished memory. So I hope you'll forgive me. The love of my life bit me When I put my hand over the railing Of a kennel; He raced toward me with his Ridiculous floppy brown ears, And gnawed away, gleefully, Yet softly. I was saddened to overhear My mother, my sister; Their conversation with the buff breeder, About some 'stunning' Jack Russel Terrier, Aloofly parading somewhere I did not care. And I tried not to care About the pending Two versus one Situation In decision making. All I saw Was that pink pot belly of my Attacker, already surrendering To what would be Undying affection. Never did shoulders hang lower Than when I, silently, added my person To an already undoubtedly Heartbreaking conversation, Knowingly defeated. But then The breeder said that 'stunning' Jack Russel Terrier Was part of their breeding program(!); Neither my mother, nor my sister had Contemplated another option. I had. That one. I put my hand over the railing; The little bugger came running. And I love my mother and my sister For agreeing this was A sign among signs, not to be ignored. Then, confusion. The breeder asked if We didn't want a male. And I told her he was. But she flipped him Just to be sure. He was so small. Diesel.

#still misty eyed #and beaming #what luck that other dog was part of their breeding program #what luck #thank you for the prompt <3 #elvedon

[dmnfox]

HAPPY NEW YEAR my Multi-Fandom Fiend!

Ayo! Happy New Year! Sorry for being so late to the wishes or replies. I have been attacked with RSV and came across challenges along the way during recovery. I am however healing up very well and hope to be reactive soon with my medias <3

#was sick on chrimbas #and new years #what luck #and I moved houses #the gods have challenged me #and i conquered

[a-shrieking-cloud-of-bats]

feel like I kinda speedran the first part of xcom though

I sort’ve lucked into an outsider capture

was chasing a weakened floater down and rounded a corner and found it and an outsider

was forced to kill the floater because my capture-ee was wedged and it turns out outsiders only have 3 HP so they can just get captured

#what luck #bats speaks #of course this means I now have to deal with terror missions earlier #as I understand it #so maybe it's not so lucky #those chrysalids are fuckin brutal #as expected #zombies doing like 8 damage

[jonroxton]

my favorite moment in elvira motd is at the very beginning right after she quits her tv show and goes into her dressing room. while her manager is talking to her she changes behind a screen. clothes pop out  one at a time, at least three different pieces and we can hear her changing, but when she comes out she’s wearing the exact same outfit lol

#mystuff #elvira #elvira: mistress of the dark #@feijoaaas #the only jock-goth out there #the only GAY JOCK GOTH #what luck

[mfshipbracket]

#mf ship bracket #mf ship bracket 2023 #round 1 #shrek #shrek x fiona #shrek fiona #kylo ren #rey #reylo #star wars #i have a no kissing img policy and the other intimate pic i could find was ? rey being dead 😭 #ME SITTING THERE LIKE WHAT DO I DO….? #anyway. ngl this was the funniest one simply cuz i was doing the matchup system and realizing these two would be pit against each other. #sent a genuine shockwave thru my body ngl. #good luck everyone .

[sunbeamstone]

You wished for a star, you shall be granted a star!

#Mario Party 3 #Nintendo Switch #What luck

[usedtotheturbulence]

i don't think my bestie n i are gonna be able to go see maisie :(((

#she starts her new job like 2 days before we're supposed to go #like? #what luck #☁️.txt. #maisie peters

[inkskinned]

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.''

[chaotichyperfixations]

In one of my RPs Vigilante practically met god and it was so casual its hilarious

#Chaotic rants #Im being fr tho #Met a narrator #AND The author #What luck

[dandyshucks]

being in love with a fictional character will make u produce art u didnt know u were capable of

~

[if ur part of the "fiction doesnt affect reality" crowd: please fuck off lol]

#me: oh teehee lets just do this for fun bc im bored and want to try smth i haven't done in a year #the art: hi im gonna turn out far above what u thought u had the skillset for #im convinced this is just beginners luck DBDJDKL or like... #one of those times where u just produce rly good art for a day or two and then it never happens again DBFHDKL #ur graced by the light of some creative spirit entity and then they fuck off into the void randomly and leave u with no abilities SBJDKDL #dandy.cmd