Just like when the tides come in
And touch the shores
Bringing what it will.
Fish from the deep
Limu from the shores
ʻOpihi from the rocks
Coconuts on the drift
Logs from the continent
People from around the world
Plastics and ʻopala of all sorts.
The shore has no choice
It has to accept
Whatever the tides bring.
Here we are
In this swirling muliwai
Of ideas and manaʻo
Philosophies and spiritualities.
Like the tides
Ebbing and flowing
The shore has no choice.
Dazai and Chuuya when they finally reunited face to face in the Meursault hallway,,,Dazai seeing Chuuya's goofy ass red contacts and fake glued on fangs up close and Chuuya seeing Dazai's fake ass ketchup blood splatters all over his prison fit. all the while Fyodor is talking over the loudspeaker thinking things are going his way
I'm thinking of how as a young woman, she fled political violence in her native Colombia to build a new home in a more stable country. I'm thinking about how she lived a long life, but not long enough to see her home country elect its first ever progressive president (just a few months ago!).
Coincidentally, I was living in Colombia at that time (in the very city she grew up in), and I was able to witness what felt like a miracle. A very conservative country, suffering from the violent inheritance of colonization and catholic invasion and the war on drugs, against a backdrop of the dangerous global rise of the far right--this unlikely country managed to elect one of the most progressive heads of state in the world, in 2022. That's a pretty big deal.
And I'm thinking about this, this election day, because that election was won by a very thin margin. I'm thinking about how it almost didn't happen. I'm thinking about how it was only possible thanks to the highest voter turnout in 20 year. And I am thinking about the countless number of voters who chose to vote for the first time. I am thinking of the poorest and most disenfranchised citizens who showed up at the polls. I am thinking of the indigenous women who rode 12 hours on public buses to vote at the 'nearest' polling stations. I am thinking of all the money and corruption that went into preventing minority citizens from voting, and I'm thinking about how they showed up in the millions and voted anyway.
I am thinking that I would like to see a miracle like that in my own home country.
So if you're on the fence about waiting in line today to cast your vote, I hope that you will think--about the country you want to live in, the future you hope will unfold, and about all of the people it takes to make a miracle.
Because history may deem us nameless and faceless, but when we show up en masse, we are the ones who make history happen.
And yes, maybe also spare a thought for my Nana. Who was in fact a very angry and judgemental woman who supported the republican party for 50+ years, and who would be turning in her grave right now (if the family hadn't had her cremated). Think about the mean angry ghost of my Colombian grandmother, who very much wants you to not show up at the polls to support abortion and other sinful progressive values. Think about her. Do it for her. Do it for Nana.
WHAT’S THE COLOR OF THE NEXT CAR?
(it’s red, you bastard!)
YEAH, RED, YOU BASTARD!
[ID: A lineless digital drawing of John Hunger in a monochrome palette of grays and reds.
He is a lanky, well-kept man with pale skin. He has slicked back dark hair and dark eyes with red irises. He’s wearing a dark suit.
John is shown as if he were stuck inside a box; sitting hunched over with his knees to his chest. One hand is over his face and another is digging into his own hair. He is glaring at the viewer, his eyes wide and wild. In the background there are numerous eyes, all staring at him. End description]
id : a rendered digital drawing of eddie from the chest up, looking up at the viewer. he is disheveled, red lipstick and eyeliner smudged on his face, pink lipstick marks on his torso, shirt completely open and tie hanging loosely. steve's hand is reaching to touch his cheek and thumb at his bottom lip. eddie is reaching to hold his hand and kiss his palm./end id
choosing the color variation i wanted to share was actually difficult (more under the cut) and also bc its 1am and im getting confused, yeah the first hand is steves and also i forgot eddies tattoos. its fine.
literally love when jason is just so oblivious. everyone's like i need to be with him and jason's like wow everyone is so nice to me i love having friends. bitches are like grabbing his arms and being like wow you're so muscular haha and he's like yeah do you wanna know how to bulk up i think it works well if you wanna get jacked. bitches are like you're so hot haha and jason's like not really i think i'm actually a pretty average temperature and they're like no you're attractive and he's like oh yeah i'm p much an electromagnet. he has no clue
SO DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO FEAR IN THE DARKNESS OF THIS ATMOSPHERE!
[ID: A digital painting of Devo La Main from TAZ Ethersea and a male betta fish in an extremely dark setting, almost reminiscent of an aquarium tank in the dark.
Devo is a young half-elf man with brown skin, dark hair in a partial bun and blue eyes. From his neck, two purple gill covers and frills are shown in a flared position, extending outward. The scales from the frills extend up to his jawline and his cheeks. He is wearing a leather jacket with scale-like patterns.
The betta fish is the same color as Devo’s frills, but with a darker head and lighter fins and tail. Like Devo, his gills are also flared out in aggression.
Both are coldly staring down at the viewer, though Devo looks particularly furious with his eyes widened. There are light blue highlights accenting his figure. End description]
You're Never Going to Believe This . But I Have More . (WHAT?!) At this point in time I was Attempting to draw the Cast more consistently. However I am Not Consistent which causes Some Issues. Someday I will Achieve Consistency.