#but I still did

[solunos]

Cling

[quibbs126]

Here’s some Matcha Cookies I’ve been drawing this past weekend

Originally the plan was to draw other characters too, but then I got carried away and it was just Matcha. I think I’ve grown to hyperfixate on her recently (though that’s not to say I’m not still hyperfixating on Dark Choco and Dark Cacao) and just wanted to draw more of her. I think my brain has grown attached to the idea of her appearing in Kingdom and being relevant to the White Lily plot line, despite there being no evidence of that in game (though I’m fairly certain it will, given I’ve heard someone say the devs are planning on putting most if not nearly all of the Ovenbreak characters into Kingdom, and even it that weren’t true, Matcha’s too close to Dark Enchantress Cookie for her to not have any potential relevance to the story). Also my idea of her being friends with Dark Choco, whom I was planning on drawing here too, but I didn’t

Real talk, I probably shouldn’t have spent my weekend drawing these, because I have 3 finals these next three days that I maybe sort of haven’t studied at all for, despite the fact that I absolutely should. So yeah I would probably go do that. But whatever, no getting that time back now

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[tragic-wet-nightmare]

yapping on tumblr bc i remembered it exists

[crustaceousfaggot]

No nuance allowed. Put your nuance in the tags, I just want a yes or no answer

[notaccurateornice]

The boy I had a crush on in high school is married now, just found that out today.

[hamletthedane]

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.

[ochiody]

theyre literally already married

[chalkrub]

autumnal chill....featuring the girl

[stargirl230]

you’re my hero!

bnha doomed yuri was not on my 2024 bingo card

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[drmajalis]

Brb going to wotc to get this card printed and included in every pre-con

Let's just say I had a bad experience at mtg today.

[post-grammatic-stress]

If you've ever told a person who's had to be bedbound for a period of time that you wish you could "just stay in bed", DO IT.

Stay in bed. For days. But don't get up if someone needs you to, or you get bored, or you get antsy. Don't do anything other than rest. Just lie in your bed, whether you need to get stuff done around the house or socialize or anything else "productive". You'll have to cancel on people, you'll disappoint them, they won't understand.

And if you're thinking, "well, i CAN'T just be in bed. There's stuff that has to be done - I have plans", maybe ask yourself why you assumed a disabled person doesn't have plans or things to do or desires.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus