#it should be so easy

[madame-mongoose]

why is it so hard to be happy

[dandelionsandderivatives]

It is so frustrating that pattern companies can't seem to make a decent search function for their products. Ideally I'd like to be able to search, say, yoked blouse with puffed sleeves and keyhole closure and filter by fabric types, but no, I have to decide whether the silhouette I want is more likely to fall under "sportswear" or "vintage."

[atlabeth]

fanfic writer core is being able to effortlessly churn out thousands of words about your idiot characters and then staring at a screen for hours unable to write 500 words for a simple essay

[tardis--dreams]

We have 5 lecturers in english linguistics. One won't be there next semester, one is cutting back on work because of illness, one of them i don't even know, one of them I'm too ashamed to ask (again) and the only one left just told me he couldn't supervise my ba thesis

[slytherinsomniari]

Art rant: (yes, I've made a similar post before)

I've adjusted to my work schedule but now it's hard to motivate myself to draw, even just drawing characters. I really need to draw everyday though and keep it up so I have muscle memory and so it becomes a habit and I don't lose anything. I haven't drawn in a little so it feels like I'm starting over and I hate it. I want to keep drawing and I need to learn the techniques but it's so hard to push myself to draw. I have big goals and everything and they should help motivate me (I even want to challenge myself to see how much I can improve in 2 years) but for some reason they aren't. Maybe I need to get medicated for depression or something idk but god damn it's so frustrating when I know what I want to do but the process itself is hard and I'm depressed.

I would give anything to be able to sit down and say "alright, you think you have two years? let's see how far you can get" but I keep getting depressed and think that I will never improve. My handwriting has and always will be sloppy and I feel like my art will too. And I feel that I'm starting off with even less skills and talent than most people. I realized that everything about drawing is hard, even expressions, and it makes me feel like I suck at everything and will never improve. My drawings are stiff and lifeless compared to everyone else's and I genuinely cannot see how I can go from shit to good. It also hurts because everyone has been drawing since they were kids and now they are adults and can draw so well and I'm around their age and am drawing how they did as a little kid. I don't want it to take me 10 years to get to their level....if I wanted to draw normally it would have been different but because this was instigated because of my love for a certain series and a desire to draw my OC with the characters (and my oc in general), it is so much worse and I feel a need to be good before the next game comes out otherwise I will feel left out when people draw their ocs and share their art.

And yet like I said, this should motivate me but makes me depressed. I am also frustrated with myself because it's literally just drawing. It should not be this hard to draw. And yet it is. It also doesn't help that Hogwarts Legacy caused this whole mess and now I can't really be in that phase anymore because of it and I'm not into anime atm so I have nothing to inspire me to draw. I was trying to rewatch my favorite anime to inspire me and make me into anime again but idk. I can't quit because I would feel left out when the next game comes out and I know that for a fact, but right now I don't have anything that's pushing and driving me to draw. It just sucks because I have goals and everything and I just need to sit the fuck down and draw but doing that is the hard part. I know I need to just work hard but I can't. I'm going to try to force myself to draw whenever I can starting today so I can try to form a habit but it really sucks not having anything that drives me or not having anything to look forward to.

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[beybuniki]

they should go on a fishing trip pt.1

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

[ur-local-sad-nonhuman]

im extremely panicky rn

Idk why

Actually I do know why

Because I somehow don't have the ability to just write a simple fucking card and instead have to do some elaborate shit that I don't even know how to start and I'm running out of time to write it and can't think of something good enough for it and AUGH

Imma go have my 7th panic attack in the last 2 hours, bye y'all

[ghostbsuter]

"I can see dead people." He mentions with a shrug, using the chopsticks to fish more noodles into his mouth.

Dick stares at him. "Huh."

"Is that why you help?" He asks, getting more spring rolls.

"Yeah. Once someone becomes a ghost, word gets out quick, and they come to me. Always tatling about unfairness and justice." The kid waves the words around, rolling his eyes.

Dick just pretens to he uninterested, despite his mind racing at the new info. He is piecing past moments together, every shadow leaping away, every note with tips, leads and—

Huh.

"Do you... like it? Doing all that?" Richard approaches thus carefully, brows furrowed at the kid opposite of him.

Danny moves his head, giving a 'so-so' answer. "It's not much to like, I can see ghosts, and they know it and use it. If it brings them to peace or whatever– well, that's just a plus."

Dick stares. He places his chopsticks down and looks at Danny worried.

In turn, the kid sighs. "Sometimes gifts become curses the longer you have it."

And Dick understands.

Mind made up, he throws a pair of keys at the kid, watching fondly as the other catches them with confusion.

"Next time use these, instead of entering through the window."

Danny mock-salutes with a shit eating grin. "Yes, Officer grayson."

[shatouto]

i've seen a poll about gale and anders but i feel like this one is a more difficult one to answer

[theerastour]

the eras tour + new 1989 sets (x)

[featheredadora]

[hyakunana]

POV: Even with advantage and buffs, your local folk hero just rolled 1 in Intimidation

[lovelessrage]

Shoutout to mean aros. Aros that are a hard pill to swallow. Aros that aren't palatable. Aros that are angry, cold, and distant. Aros that don't want to be "good representation". Aros that don't love and don't care what's said about it. Aros that do love and don't care who understands it. Aros that don't sit right with alloromos. Aros that want to be left alone and don't want to talk. Aros that are loud and opinionated and refuse to shut up. Aros that are bitter. Aros that don't want to answer questions about their labels. You shouldn't need to be warm and approachable to earn respect for your aromanticism and avoid harassment from arophobes.

[gideonsgirldick]

I just realized that The Locked Tomb series would be waaaay more popular than it is right now if one or both of the leads were male cause people go nuts for hogwarts esc houses, enemy's to lovers romance, and lore as deep as my fingers in your mom.

Someone please talk to me about this I am genuinely out raged.