#authenticity need

[wordsofwisdomandsoul]

[uncanny-tranny]

Begging, begging, begging people to stop associating aging and femininity in men/masculine people as Wrong and Predatory. Femininity has no age limit.

To any feminine man, masculine person, or really, anybody who needs to hear this: Your femininity deserves to be recognized and celebrated. Aging is a natural and unique part of life, and you don't have to sacrifice your femininity for fear of being "too old" to be accepted or seen as charming. You are already charming.

There is no limit to being who you are. No matter what you're told, you still deserve to completely claim yourself.

[djarin]

the way they both sidled up to each other. the way they kissed under the moonlight. the way they set and respected each other's boundaries. the hand holding, the thumb war, the gentle smile, the "you won." this is the queer representation i needed. queer people being unapologetically queer in all the gentle, sweet ways we know.

[ellieslovr]

daydreaming about ellie getting you so deep into subspace that your head’s all fuzzy and you feel floaty :( and you just wanna be as close as possible to her so she cleans you up and cuddles you until you fall asleep, praising you and telling you how proud she is :(

“You did so good mama, such a good girl f’ me.”

While she’s kissing you all over and making sure you’re not hurt :( <33 she’d be so sweet and gentle

[izzybluebell]

tunes

[jesuis-assez]

↠ Tim & Lucy ↳ 5x01 - Double Down

[testosteronetwunk]

the world is getting worse day by day yeah but i didn’t expect it to hit this farm that would have a real, pumpkin on the vine pumpkin patch that i used to visit as a tiny kid with my parents during the fall, i loved it because they had pumpkins sitting in the fields on the vines that they grew on so kids like me could search through the entire patch and pick our favorite pumpkin that was only snipped off the vine just days before we visited. they even had multiple varieties of pumpkins all sitting in fields adjacent to one another so there’d be blue pumpkins, red pumpkins, hazel pumpkins, green pumpkins, tiny pumpkins, medium pumpkins, gargantuan pumpkins, etc. and all these pumpkin varieties would cross pollinate with one another on the boundaries so there’d be tiny blue pumpkins, flat red pumpkins, palm sized pumpkins, etc. i would spend hours in those fields trying to get my parents to carry as many pumpkins as they could because i wanted all of them. here’s 4 year old me struggling to pick up a pretty big pumpkin. we used to go get our pumpkins here every year for the fall season, it always felt so much more authentic than buying pumpkins from a grocery store

we stopped going when i was around 14, and i was thinking of revisiting that farm for their pumpkin patch but i looked at photos and videos on their website and i’m devastated because instead of literally just growing the pumpkins themselves, they let the pumpkin patches go barren and just bought pumpkins from another farm and just throw them in the field.

it just looks and feels so soulless now, the authenticity and magic of being in an actual pumpkin patch is gone. i really do think that the early 2000s was the last good, sincere time, people genuinely put their heart into holidays but now, hardly anyone even decorates for halloween. there aren’t any real pumpkin patches anymore, i’ve searched for them

[cj-the-random-artist]

So, for context, I need to learn photoshop for class.  Cuz it’s the industry standard smh.  I’ve tried to learn photoshop for drawing a handful of times, and every time I try to learn it I get hung up on the lineart because I can’t figure out how to get my pen sensitivity right / I don’t like the photoshop brushes.  Basically photoshop has been a thorn in my side for a few years and I’ve decided it’s time for me to bite the bullet and learn it.  So I decided to draw Imp and Skizz and try a new process.

Basically.  I sketched this on watercolor paper and lined it in India ink with a dip pen.  After that was done, I took a good picture of it and edited it so it was just black and white so I could easily put it into photoshop.  After it was in photoshop, I did a greyscale underpainting and then overlayed some color.

I’m not gonna lie to y’all as much as I like how this looks and I think after a certain point I enjoyed working on it this was.  A huge pain in the butt.  I had an unreasonable amount of technical difficulties trying to get the picture onto the right device / into photoshop / all that stuff.  And I mean tech issues aside, I’m happy with this.  I think it looks cool.  But dang I dislike photoshop.

So anyways.  Enjoy this doodle!!  Imp and Skizz are always a joy to doodle.  They’re homies.  They’re buddies.  They’re sillies.  They’re the guys of all time.  And they’re great to draw.  But yeah.  This doodle was a pain in the butt so I hope y’all like it lol :D

[inksandpensblog]

The mercs didn’t follow Chosen into the IP.

This could be because they were instructed not to go up there. It could also be simply because Chosen’s cloud-cover prevented them from seeing where he’d gone. It could’ve just taken them that long to get each other out of the ice; we don’t actually know how long it takes for sticks to travel between the pc and the interspace/outernet/whatever-you-call-it.

But it could also be because they had a hunch that Chosen wouldn’t stay on the PC.

If so, well, they were right. And I wouldn’t expect Chosen to want to stay on the PC, not with his history.

But when I first saw the episode, I had wondered why he didn’t stay anyway. Even with their history, Chosen and Alan have joined forces before.

And besides, Chosen didn’t consider Alan’s presence at all when he fled to the PC, unlike the last time he went there; this time he went specifically because Orange would be there. Alan’s presence seemed to not even matter, to him. Which, again, makes me wonder why Chosen didn’t just stay to avoid the mercs.

But even so, couldn’t Chosen have fled to somewhere else, from the PC? He could’ve jumped into a website, or sent himself to the computer of someone Alan knows, or the color gang could’ve hidden him in Minecraft. He could’ve hunkered down, safely sheltered until the mercs got tired of waiting and left.

But Chosen wasn’t looking for a safe haven. He wasn’t looking for someplace where he could hide.

Chosen was looking for a way to confront his pursuers.

Which leads me to think that the mercs knew he’d come back.

[brainrotdotorg]

Cringe is a byproduct of authenticity. They are inexorably intertwined, not in the way that something like yin and yang would be, but like how branches are part of a tree. There is no tree without the branches, and branches cannot grow if there is no tree. There is no true sincerity without cringe, and true cringe cannot be born from anything but sincerity.

I admire the authenticity in the things I love. The characters and people that are true to themselves, that express with no hesitance their most raw and most primal forms of themselves; they are who I adore. They are intentionally and wholeheartedly bombastic in their passions, so dramatically full-throttle with no inclination to step on the breaks. It feels wild to experience who they are– I feel like I am in their passenger seat with my head out the window, experiencing what it could be like if I, too, put my foot on the gas.

What is stopping me from loving my passionate self the way I love them?

[plumdale]

duarte baby tba!!!

[we-made-it-this-far-kid]

The growth from “all I ever wanted was to be enough for you”’to “if I’m not enough for you, you’re not enough for me” is something that can be so personal

[bogusfilth]

why is fashion a somehow "less authentic" aesthetic choice than music. "you just like the goth aesthetic." well. what do you think the music is? (this is like double or triple true because the whole thing is an anachronism now) am i stupid for not being able to identify how listening to a certain type of music and dressing a certain way are not just exactly the same form of aesthetic choices? or can you just not see that in the same way as functional and aesthetic elements of other subgroups - skaters, the military, physical laborers, fetish culture - aesthetic elements developed in the context of the goth subculture have permeated into the broader dress culture? if you see someone dressed like an (ingroup member) your barometer for "is this an authentic member of the subculture ingroup i claim membership in" (which, like, if you think that's morally/ethically/politically meaningful, lmao. but is is socially meaningful!) should be "have i seen them at the (ingroup gatherings) I've been going to" and if you haven't been going to the ingroup gatherings either you are not a member of that ingroup anyway or that ingroup does not meaningfully exist in your locale in which case the judgement is useless because "listens to the same music from forty-fifty years ago" does not a subculture make. now, the diy ethos, there is something there, but the particular aesthetic elements that emerge from that can always be commercialized and so are not in a vacuum indicative of much.

[napping-sapphic]

Love is so freaky and messed up to the point that sometimes i do wish and hope SO badly that no one ever has to suffer being in love with me specifically because it honestly sounds absolutely unbearable

[jeanmoreauss]

honestly the implication with what we know of Jeremy's home life thus far that not only is his personality not an act but that he actively chooses to be good despite being in a family where he goes out of his way to avoid his brother because the two can't see each other without conflict, where his sister won't attend his games and is mad at him for sticking with exy, and he still chooses to pursue the things he loves and do good things and be the kindest person he can be despite not being perfect and living in a house full people who seem to hate it is just such a wonderful part of his character

[v01dg0th]

I hear a lot about the autistic tendency towards honesty and authenticity, but what where are the other autistics who had their honesty and authenticity repeatedly and/or severely punished early on, and now feel conditioned to be inauthentic and insincere in social situations as a mask? It’s not that everything I say to others is an outright lie, but almost everything I say is very carefully tailored to be as watered-down, vague, inoffensive, passive and palatable as possible. It’s like I have such an intense, irreparable lack of understanding for what is expected/acceptable in every given social situation that I have to overcompensate by obsessively policing my own words and being myself and saying my genuine thoughts/feelings/opinions as little as possible.

It’s like knowing you’re supposed to color in a coloring page, knowing from experience you’ll be punished if you don’t, but not being able to see where the lines are drawn, so you color in as little of the page as possible in hopes that maybe you’ll be able to stay in the lines and avoid punishment, even if your art (or in reality- your self worth, ability to connect to others, etc) suffers as a result.