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i have my first presentation/role play assessment for a diploma i’ve been taking and procrastinating for a year 🫠 i literally just have to explain in a bit more detail the document i wrote but so nervous???
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Death to settler colonialism, free Palestine!
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Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you
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art is about spending an embarrassing amount of time trying to get something to look right giving up and then moving on to do it slightly better next time. at some point if you're an exhibitionist you then post it for internet strangers to look at.
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It would have been cute if Adrien had kept that pottery wheel Marinette gave him in season 4. He seemed genuinely interested in it, and we could have had this delightful progression of ugly little armature pottery filling up the Agreste mansion from that point onward.
It could have started in Adrien’s room at first, with just a few little bowls and misshapen vases appearing on his coffee table and nightstand. But then by season five, they’re in the kitchen and living room. Eventually, they’re all over Gabriel’s studio because Nathalie knows that he hates the ugly little things, because they are mediocre products of a hobby that Gabe did not approve for his son, but he knows that if he says a word about it she will snap him like twig over one of her robot legs.
And then one day, Chat Noir gifts one of these little pots to Ladybug. Because she’s his best friend, but also because Adrien is seriously running out of space but is having too much fun with his pottery wheel to stop making them. And while Ladybug does give him a cursory speech about how they really shouldn’t be giving each other gifts, she accepts it, because it’s season 5, and she has a crush by this point. 
And depending on whether Adrien had gotten into glazing and firing his pottery by this point, maybe he even added a little yellow rose to the pot to symbolize friendship. And a little black cat, because you know. He’s him. (And the two would not be at all in proportion to one another.)
Then weeks later, when Adrien just happens to be hanging out at his girlfriend’s place, he happens to glance over at her sewing table and sees a familiar little pot holding a bunch of spare bobbins and fabric scraps. And then his head explodes. 
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Okay I'll post a couple since you asked!!
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It's me. I'm the distant aunt.
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adrien’s never been used to a lot of noise in the first place.
when he goes over to marinette’s place for the first time; its almost scary how differently they live. where he lacks, she always picks up. she fills in the silence when he doesn’t feel like talking and even more so when he cant. bouncing legs, pencils on paper, the rhythmic clicking of her sewing machine, background music because she can’t focus without it—adrien’s never been used to something other than silence. marinette makes music by just being alive. whenever they’re apart (which is never), they face time, and he listens to her hum while she sews him a jacket they worked on the design for together. full of spikes. she pricks her fingers constantly, and he’s always the one to bandage her up if he’s there (she’s too focused to stop). he walks around his empty house and feels less alone with her in his hand, even if its just on the phone. phones are made for talking, though, aren’t they? marinette never makes him feel like he has to. on bad days, neither of them have to. others, she sits him down and does his makeup. listens when he does talk. or offers to give him a piercing in which he inevitably agrees to because of course he’d let her stab him with a needle. he’d let her do anything, really. marinette’s just fine holding the eyeliner. or a needle. or his pinky finger while they walk. she hasn’t gotten used to the hand holding-thing yet.
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Small artists you need to understand that when you see an artist who you think has 'made it' tells you not to worry about the numbers and to not fret about getting more likes than reblogs they are not telling you it because they think you are stupid for caring or because they dont need to network to survive they are very likely telling you that because they have witnessed first hand the way the numbers game tears people to shreds in terms of mental health and motivation
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People often say to me: “You draw like some kind of inhuman machine.  If I eat your brain, will I gain your power?”  The answer is yes, but there is another way. The key to precise drawing is building up muscle memory so that your arm/hand/fingers do the things you want them to do when you want them to do them.  Teaching yourself to draw a straight line or to make sweet curves is just a matter of practice and there are some exercises you can do to help improve. If you’re going to be doodling in class or during meetings anyway, why not put that time to good use?
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i hate when i send someone a meme in another language and they're like "uhm... translate? 😒" fucker i sent you a meme where 90% of the words have an english cognate and/or you don't need to know what they're saying to find it funny. can you at least TRY
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Sue Bristo
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I bet for the first like decade of their relationship marinette is just unearthing little adrien treasures made up of bits and pieces of his buried personality..
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I think the most fun part of monsters inc is boo calling sulley “kitty” and mike wazowski by full government name
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I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 
May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.
I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.
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