Wanted to bring attention to the fact that Bisan called for mass protests today (April 1st). It’s okay if you can’t march yourself, but please make it a point to spread this so that those who can march do so—and also take this as your own checkpoint to ask yourself if you’ve been faltering in terms of sharing information about Palestine, doing what you can to fund humanitarian aid in Palestine, and staying informed as to the ongoing genocide in Palestine. Some might say it has been 6 months of this, but to me that’s all the more reason to make noise now more than ever. This is one of very few spaces on the Internet where Palestine has not been abandoned in people’s endless efforts to dehumanize Arabs. Please continue amplifying the dialogue surrounding this genocide. Free Palestine. Free Palestins always.
Adding that today marks the first day of Arab-American heritage month. As an Arab American I feel it’s my duty and responsibility to keep the momentum around this going—but I also feel like it’s everyone’s responsibility as human beings to advocate and agitate, regardless of where they’re from or where they live. Arab or not, it bears being reminded that this boils down not to ethnicity but to humanity. I worry that we have become so desensitized to these soaring numbers of massacres that we have forgotten that what we’re fighting for is the basic right of Palestinians to live—and to do so freely on their own land. Please remind yourself of this any chance you get. Again: shedding light on Palestinian genocide is imperative now more than it has ever been.
Love when artists put “reblogging for the morning crowd!” “Reblogging for the weekend crowd!” in the tags to justify reblogging their own art. But lets not lie to ourselves anymore. Im reblogging for the exact same crowd i just need them to know i mean business. Im reblogging for the didn’t take a hint the first time crowd. Reblogging for the crowd that needs to understand i spent 20 hours on this.
This is honest to god the funniest thing I have ever seen in my entire life
This 1️⃣ goes out to all the horny 💏 couples out there who are thinking 🤔 of getting rowdy 🔞 this 💌Valentines💮 day evening: 👍 👎DO ❌️ NOT👍 👎 If you do your child 🧒 will be born 👏 a ♏SCORPIO♏ Now, why ❓️ don’t ❌️ we like Scorpio's♏? For starters, “Scorpio” has 7️⃣ letters 🔠. 7️⃣ letters 🔠: 7️⃣ deadly ☠️ sins ✝️ 🙅♀ Now, what are the 7️⃣ deadly ☠️ sins? Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Envy 👏👏 Envy is associated with the color GREEN 💚 What else is green 💚? Marijuana. Just 1️⃣ more pothead in the world 🗺️. LAME. Now where is pot 🍲 legal? Canada 🇨🇦, Washington, Colorado, Oregon, Alaska, airplane ✈️ bathrooms if the pilot’s 👨✈️ chill. And where can 🥫 planes ✈️ take you? California 🕶. And what’s on California’s state flag 🚩? A BEAR 🐻. Your child 🧒. Is gay 👨❤️👨.
Imagine if you had a neighbour who keeps performing songs from Phantom of the Opera in his apartment every night, by himself but accompanied by a parrot, which he has taught to sing Christine’s part. Admittedly it’s kind of obnoxious but you are far too baffled to even be properly annoyed. And also you don’t want to confront someone with that kind of power and determination. So every once in a while you just hear this guy dramatically bellow
I forgot how lonely it is to write original fiction.
Where are the kudos? The subscriptions? The comments? The people cheerleading me chapter to chapter? Where are the kind words and compliments and reassurances that what I’m writing isn’t complete crap? Where are the unhinged emojis? The asks on Tumblr? Where are my mutuals in my dms apologizing for not reading the latest chapter right away (side note, you know you don’t have to apologize at all, right??). Where is the fanart? Where are the recs?
Where is my motivation to keep going?
It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot, actually, lately. How the experience of writing fanfic is so unique. How you already have an audience, willing and waiting and captive. And that’s really it, isn’t it? You have an audience. It’s almost performative, writing fanfic. It’s being on a stage, a one-person show (or two, if you do it with a friend); it’s getting live reactions to your performance, it’s feeding off the energy of the crowd and informing it back in a feedback loop; it’s improvised, sometimes, in almost-real-time. It’s building something that you couldn’t have built by yourself. A thing that takes on a life of its own.
It’s an experience you can’t get writing original fiction, and, honestly, not having it is making it hard to write something original at all.
“Where is my motivation to keep going?”
It’s where it always was before fanfic, before online support; before recs, before asks, before moots, before fanart.
It’s in realizing you’re the story’s only way out into the world.
In a world full of gatekeeping, this is the gate that only you keep. Turn your back on the responsibility to open the portal to the unborn (original) story and keep it open, and the story dies. And that death is on you.
Yes, it’s lonely work, without the constant rush of input we’ve been trained to be used to. It’s been lonely work for a long time: since the first storyteller came up against the silence that wanted to keep the story away from the breath that would make it real in other people’s ears. And you could make a case that all the online adornments are just our recent generations’ way of keeping both the storytellers and the listeners from being overwhelmed by that loneliness. (Because the listeners have their own version of it: the fear of what happens when the people who can tell stories fall silent. Good storytellers respect that fear, and remember every day their responsibility to do something about it.)
Where do the characters come from? A surprising amount of the time, without warning, they muscle their way into the back of your brain and grab you by the hand (or hair) (or throat) and shout Tell about me! You have to tell them, there’s no one else who can do it! …Sometimes you have to sneak up on them from behind, as you do get the shy ones occasionally whom you have to take by the hand and pull into the light. But give them enough silence—build the space for them—and they’ll come.
The silence may be key. One of the smartest pieces of advice I was ever given was that, for half an hour in the morning every day, before starting work, I should sit down and do nothing, and listen. No music, no TV, no news, no reading, no nothing. Sit and listen. It’s not meditation; it’s not mindfulness. It’s listening. Story’s voice can be hard to hear, sometimes, until you get better at pushing aside all that relentless rush of situational and sensorial input, and better at waiting to hear the story that’s as yet too frail to push its way through the portal without assistance.
To be clear: Fanfic work (or any work in universes not of your making) is a different kind of listening. Working well in already-extant universes requires sharp attention to the tones, concerns and qualities of voices already speaking there; and to a certain extent, to the voices speaking about them. And if you love the characters, too—one of the best reasons for fanfic, really—that’s a pleasure.
But when working in your own universes, the listening also requires a selective quality, as the characters find their voices and their proper passions. And as for the love… you’re the only one there is to love them, till you get them out into the world. If you’ve ever been the only one to love somebody, you know how tough that can be.
Then add to that the fillip that those people (or situations) won’t be really real until you’ve worked with them long enough, hard enough, all by yourself? It’s a tough row to hoe. And you can’t ever be really sure that a summer will come to reveal whether the crop’s taken root, and whether it’s all been worthwhile.
Nonetheless: it’s good work. Some of us don’t seem able to stop. Some of us even like it that way.
When you’re ready, take that leap and come join us.
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This was me yesterday when I saw someone thinking paint 3D was the original MS paint
they thought what…
my favorite thing about this post is that it originally started like this but someone snuck in another bullet along the way when you could still edit other people’s posts. the depth. the history. the tumblr lore. mystery author, i know you’re out there somewhere…
“kill them with kindness” WRONG!! boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you boops you
people who don’t have boops on, I respect your peace but also picture me standing outside your blog scratching the door like a cat wanting to be let in
i’ve lost count of how many asks i’ve gotten that say “omg you made cookie clicker?? i thought you were just this guy on my feed” and in addition to everyone strangely forgetting how to spell my name i’m starting to understand the kind of stuff Tony Hawk has to go through
the booping is cute and all but lets not forget the violent transmisogyny and antiblackness of this site. ok
“thanks for ruining the joke, i bet you’re fun at parties” sorry for not wanting people to brush over staff’s shitty actions. especially on trans day of visibility
like okay, indulging this reply for a second. the things i’m pointing out are things that are happening now, right this moment, that are affecting real people. if i point out that something shitty is going on and your response is “wow, thanks for ruining the mood” you don’t actually want things to improve, you just want to be blissfully ignorant.
i’ve gotta be honest this transgender day of visibility has been entirely hollow to me. smarter blogs than mine have said it, but over the last few months there hasn’t been a day where transfems have had a single fucking second of release from this constant panopticon of hyper-visibility that has been constructed around us.
how am i supposed to feel happy at all in the fact that i’m “seen” when the only thing that visibility has brought my community is destruction?
If you’re referring to a specific noun- person, artist, writer, actor, teacher, etc.-
It is _NOUN_ of color! Artist of color, writer of color, teacher of color.
Please stop saying “poc character, poc artist” (person of color character person of color artist). While I recognize that if you chose to follow me, you likely had no mal-intent, it comes off in a very… Distancing way. “How can you claim to care about me and you don’t even know what you’re saying” way. If you know someone’s race or ethnicity, feel free to say that! Black artist, Filipino writer, Indian character, etc. It’s okay to be specific! Our goal is intent, and part of being intentional is knowing what we’re saying when we’re saying it. 👍🏾
Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen
i like to pick up feathers while out on a walk, and today i decided to trim and paint this dove feather i’d found and cleaned a while ago.
it’s not quite proportionally accurate and the feather didn’t take the watercolor paint as easily as i was hoping, but i’m happy with it as a first attempt!
i don’t have another pure white feather in my collection right now but as soon as i pick up another one i’ll try again :]
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