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macadam · 10 months
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Robot monkey time
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love-like-poetry · 2 years
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“He deserved more.”
“You say that about every clone.”
“BECAUSE THEY DESERVE MORE!”
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I’m happy for you don’t get me wrong, but the petty part of me will keep hoping you break up. Might be toxic but it’s the truth.
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lagggggomorph · 1 year
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I gotta say it, I’m not that ecstatic over the Grover casting for the pjo series. Absolutely no hate to the actor, I fully believe in his abilities but I do not think this is desi rep. I’m a fan of the books, I read them incessantly as a kid, so I know Grover is a multifaceted character however, he does broadly fall into the spiritualism, mysticism, magic category that is fairly standard for desi characters. I’m just a little disappointed about it. When I was a kid I used to imagine Talia as desi because she was described to look ‘falcon like’ and that was the best rep I could figure in my favourite series of all time. So yeah, I wish that we could have a desi character that wasn’t greatly comedic relief/spiritual oriented because I love this series deeply and always wanted to feel apart of it and uhhhhh, yeah.
To be EXTREMELY clear: I AM HAPPY FOR THE ACTOR. ANY DESI PERSON SUCCEEDING IS A WIN IN MY BOOK.
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Rick Riordan has said that Percy has water powers because he was inspired by captain Nemo, an Indian prince.
Im a little bitter.
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seraphdreams · 10 months
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WHERE ARE YOU FINDING THIS SHIT IM IN TEARSS
I DONT EVEN KNOW LMDOAAO I JUST KNOW ITS IN MY CAMERA ROLL
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s1ck-b1tch-2 · 1 year
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I posted a piece of vent art and someone responded lol and someone else sent the laughing crying emoji…
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honeyedlashton · 2 years
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hiiiii!! youngblood & folklore💖💗💞💕
Hey bestie here we go!!! 💘
Youngblood:
Favorite: Lie To Me, More, and Midnight
Least favorite: WWYLM and/or Monster Among Men
Overrated: Talk Fast (good song. Overrated as fuck though.)
Underrated: Woke Up In Japan or Valentine (I know it’s a single but still underrated as fuck.)
Folklore:
Favorite: mirrorball, seven, and this is me trying (at the moment)
Least favorite: honestly…invisible string…I know crucify me
Overrated: I really wish I was joking. I really wish I was not about to say what I’m about to say, but… the James/August/Betty trio songs. Sorry sorry sorry. They’re great but fuck. I’m sick of seeing shit about them (Also while I’m on the topic: exile, oops)
Underrated: hoax and peace tbh
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katnissgirlsmakedo · 2 years
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not to gatekeep a color but if you didn’t love pink in 2015 you don’t deserve to love her now. i’ve been ride or die for pink since the day my crusty little baby eyes opened and now the blue bitches think they can backtrack and claim to love pink. i don’t think so. keep your basic little blues and purples and greens. stay out of this
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calswildflcwer · 2 years
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And this is why I moved back to Wattpad 💀😂
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^^ My Encanto fics always had between 100-450 notes (maybe even more- I haven’t checked them all).
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^^ Meanwhile my oc fics get this 😭
Like, I feel like nobody is really interested in my acc now bc I no longer write for Encanto and became more focused on my oc work rather than Encanto x reader stories 💀 But hey, maybe that’s just me overthinking or some shit idk 🤷🏻‍♀️
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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dirtytransmasc · 6 months
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 28 days
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The math just adds up!
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captainsaltypear · 3 months
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IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR
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kiwinatorwaffles · 8 months
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fleshadept · 2 months
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looking at (vetted) gofundmes for people trying to escape palestine and i don't know how many of you actually click on the gofundme links you reblog but i would like to point out, for what it's worth, just how amazing it is that so many have raised so much money. it may overall feel like a drop in the ocean but the fact that several gofundmes have raised tens of thousands of dollars is amazing. it is so expensive to leave gaza right now, and people still need money after they escape. but regardless of what propaganda the US, UK, canada, and other western nations are trying to pump out, people across the world are doing what they can to help these people survive. many of them are still very far from their goals (like this one and this one and this one) and some of them are very close to high goals (like this one), and some of them have reached almost double their original goal.
and that's not even addressing direct aid or organizations that take continuous donations for distribution of food, menstrual products, etc. the PCRF has raised $16,000,000 of their target goal of $20,000,000 to fund current aid and long-term relief efforts in gaza. ANERA's febuary 13th update discusses the material ways they helped palestinians today:
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(ANERA donate link)
my point is, it often feels like the world is turning a blind eye to palestine. but i would like to point out that there is an important difference between "the world" and "western political leaders and media narratives". a breathtaking amount of real people, the people who make up the world, are trying to help. in the face of israel attempting to commit genocide, the world is saying No. These people deserve to live. and literally sending millions of dollars internationally, through the internet connection that israel has desperately been trying to destroy.
it may not feel like it matters in the grand scheme of things. but to the people who get fresh clothes, or a hot meal, or blankets, or the kids who get new toys, or to the people who are able to bring their families to safety, it matters to them. go make someone's day better. i've linked so many options with ways to do that.
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hamletthedane · 2 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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