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laniemae · 5 months

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ok so I’m finally going to finish the dra 4 trial as I said yesterday (?) wish me luck I won’t be the same person

#Eughj #Idk why I’m even posting this I’m just venting to nothing basically #Or maybe not bc there’s a bunch of milgram fans who are fanganronpa fans #But wish me luck

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childishfirmino · 6 months

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I have my real fitness test today and if I don’t pass it’s over

#well not actually #i just don’t get to play #BUT WISH ME LUCK #shitpost

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moonsinkfoxgirl · 5 months

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yay half an hour and I'll meet my gf's parents... >.<

#they are here for furniture assembly so hopefully it won't be too bad #but wish me luck

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studysnorlax · 1 year

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unovan history final tomorrow wish me luck

#Literally almost forgot about it bc it's a virtual class oops #But wish me luck #Pokemon #Unreality #Pokeblog rp

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morewyckedthanyou · 1 year

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i barely slept at all last night because i was going through possible open jobs that i could apply for and then today i have just been writing and sending out several different applications to several completely different places and now i'm exhausted 😩

#also if any of those places now call me back...#i will be all ?!?!?! because yeah i applied to so many places and now can't even remember which place required what #that is always a problem #like i'm not lying in any of my applications that's not it #but depending on what the place is looking for of course i'm gonna highlight those skills while slightly downplaying the not relevant ones #and when you already have two different degrees like i have #and also other specific skills #i can't fucking remember what exactly i wrote in what application and shit #aaaanyways there are two - wait actually three - places that i would really like to get in touch with me #one is the best location wise and it best matches my latest degree - however it's only a temporary job #one is something completely different i've ever done and also the farthest away but sounds really fun and interesting #and one would be mostly customer service related but it'd be in a place that i just think would be really cool to have as a workplace #so idk #i also applied to several other places but those were just kinda... meh #but wish me luck #personal

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justgotpunched · 1 year

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saying fuck it we ball after completing exactly two out of my 16 tasks planned for the weekend knowing I am about to either learn half a semseter of material in one night or die in school tomorrow

I will be calling this the academic experience

#oh to be an ib student with half a dollar and procastination issues #ib #also I had to hear arthur lester fucking doe in my headphones while speedrunning an essay #an experience dare I say #but wish me luck #i have no idea while im taking bio but at least less studying than physics even tho physics was much more fun #i better get good grades out of this #ibo #school #academia #chaotic academia #maybe I should get better scheduling skills #i say knowing I probably wont

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sinwrote · 2 years

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ive been scheduled on for my first night as a wait staff / kitchen hand rather than a dishwasher, im excited bc i love running food but im also mildly terrified be3cause it also includes remembering times for entrees and making things like certain salads.

#THE SALADS HAVE LIKE RICE AND ??? FISH ???#SALMON ??? IDK #im doing a tiny bit of writing this morning since its the on #ly time ive had in a while #but wish me lUCK

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possumsinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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Aging tumblr user base find this relatable?

#I’m about to go clean it out #wish me luck #meme #aging tumblr population

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ackee · 4 months

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something ive realized about social media is that people like Character Design but they do not actually like ocs. you can make a zillion designs of like, a humanized fish or can of soda or flower or whatever and get thousands of likes. but once the novelty wears off and you actually want to Make something with the characters and give them a story (mini comics, a longform webcomic, animations etc) its like pulling teeth.

outside of your mutual circle, you will get one or two reblogs thats like "#i dont know what this is from but—" like they are just incapable of realizing there is art outside of fanart. i no longer blame people that go "oh this isnt my oc its actually just my au/take on [popular character this looks nothing like] from [big media everyone loves]" bc you literally cannot get people to engage w/ your art unless its a one off design or already connected to something .

man. idk where im going with this besides it feels like there's nowhere for ocs that arent gimmicky and marketable and it SUCKS !

#txt #anyway wishing badly deviantart didnt suck or something. this cant be all there is for oc luvers....#going back in the mines of the oc tag to find more oc artists wish me luck

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carcinogenical · 6 months

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1984 project progress (for class)

#cinoart #1984 #classic lit #I HAVE A MILLION DEADLINES APPROACHING WISH ME LUCK #amd im burnt out af #animation

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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.