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#it has been HOURS
mrspark7777777 · 8 months
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I did not even for a single second doubt this man. I knew he was going to come through. I keep saying, the thing you can always count on with Jikook is motherfucking consistency.
Has anyone thought about the 13th of October? About how JK is going to top himself? (Ha!) I mean, he has to. But the question is... where do you go from a thirst trap? How in the hell do you top that???
Did y'all notice this?
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That is a man that does not care and I am so proud of him. Jimin really said "haters who?" A cheeky emoji under this... this insane photo because either way u look at it this is crazy!!!
International Armys keep forgetting to have "men from conservative country" at the back of their minds. BTS only just started showing skin in chapter 2. So forgive me when I think this is a big fucking deal. And they're not just next to eo. No, Jimin, is on his toes, with a hand over JK's shoulder, pulling his man down, so JK has to adjust to his Mimi so they can take this photo.
Idk guys. This reads like a statement to me. They see the hate, they see their other shippers and they still said "fuck y'all"
And something... something still tells me, the best is yet to come. Well guys,
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weirdandwonderfulace · 10 months
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to the person behind the ddos attack on ao3 - your days are numbered 😑
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livelaughlovefootball · 11 months
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It’s Torre Tuesday and I’m here to appreciate this midfielder
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msmargaretmurry · 1 year
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never been so disappointed
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spearxwind · 2 months
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You need to look up red cornetfish
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OUUGUGUGGUHHHHHH YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME
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TRUMPET GUY
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everchased · 1 year
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can someone please get these hoes under control i'm BUSY
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thelaurenshippen · 27 days
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sorry I can't today. I've gotta sit at my laptop and hit a button to make numbers on the boop-o-meter go up. yeah, it's gonna be all day
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must-be-mr-boggins · 1 month
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Taking a 5-second break from the Bagginshield angst to bring you this meme I created after an all-nighter, enjoy.
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slowburncowboy · 4 days
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ibtisams · 6 months
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The news and videos coming from Gaza today are so beyond horrifying and grim.
Israeli jets bombed thousands of civilians fleeing to South Gaza on a route they were told was safe.
Al-Buraq school, where thousands of displaced civilians took refuge was attacked and at least 20 have been killed.
Israeli forces open fired at Al-Quds hospital. One was killed and the majority of wounded were children.
Israeli tanks have multiple hospitals in Gaza surrounded, trapping all those taking refuge inside.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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You keep telling yourself that Namari.
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cococaffeinated · 6 months
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Keep thinkin' about what it might have been like when Jax was the new thing in town... And I just love the dynamic between Kinger, Jax, and Gangle— they're so cute (all of them are, really)!!! ┏━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┓ Part 2 🎪Here🎪 ┗━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━┛
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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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skipppppy · 1 month
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Uhh. Delicious in Skyrim. Is that anything
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They go around killing dragons and Laios is absolutely devastated that the dragon meat disintegrates when he absorbs the soul every time. He just wants to eat dragon meat. Let him eat the dragon meat Akatosh
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yellowsubiesdance · 10 months
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this bitch is pissing me off, fucking TELL ME WHEN YOU’RE COMING TO GET THE FUCKING FURNITURE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
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lyss-sketchbox · 7 months
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Yall my pokemon is looking weird
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