#stop assuming

[sydcarmyfan]

Carmy, that’s not what Sydney wants

Sydney doesn’t want to run the brigade by herself, she wants to do it with you. Sydney doesn’t want you to work on your thoughtful chaos menu with someone else, she wants to work on it with you. Dude, she wants to do The Thing with YOU. Sydney just want you to be there. In the words of Richie, listen better. The End!

[acitygirlsthoughts]

Despite what you see online there are readers who

Can’t afford to buy books

Can’t afford to buy as many books as they want

Have a job (or jobs)

Go to school

Juggle both school and work

Keep that in mind before assuming we’re all rich or wealthy, read all day, are on social media 24/7, and hoard books from impulsive buying

[soulinkpoetry]

Sometimes we assume that single people are lonely. Maybe they like it that way.

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[maimndevour]

don’t come onto my page and accuse me of being a sexual offender. ESPECIALLY with children. THESE ARE ALL CONSENSUAL, TRAUMA BASED SCENARIOS AKD KINKS that I CLARIFY ABOUT in my pinned post. As a victim of grooming, SA and frequent harassment from older men that had no business of talking to child me- this is not how you ask for clarification. that is so deeply wrong and this IS A NOT SAFE FOR WORKS PAGE. I REGRESS NORMALLY AND YOU JUST DONT GET TO SEE THAT PART!!!!

[learnyourselfsblog]

“I resented critics who reviewed my work as Chinese literature when I felt I was writing American stories about America. I had the sense of small minds in China and America defending their smaller reality.

[limetarte]

Amatonormativity and genderism are so present and commonized that when I say “he” while not using he/him pronouns [..]self, some people assume “he” means “my boyfriend”.

Just wanna ignore those comments, but at the same time wouldn’t it be best to call them out? /genq

[pokecatt]

Bro assuming shit again and gotten another dozen eggs. "Gonna give up communicating with y'all about shopping." We now have three dozen eggs.

Dude, we never added eggs to the list. Didn't even check the fridge. Why are you buying things not on the list? If we didn't write it down, we didn't need more of it.

And he blaims us for his assumptions?

[sidedesnaa]

me when people still use he/him pronouns for valdemar even though they should know better by now

[youknowyourehappyimhere]

Normalise asking for pronouns :)

[vultureboi]

Notice: Vent

Can we just all agree one fandom is not made up of identical individuals? People are grouping fans together in such negative ways it’s making me mad. I literally have done nothing to earn the hate. I respect people’s opinions, I respect everyone is different, and yet I’m still grouped in as a toxic fan because of 1% of the fanbase. This happens all the time to me. I just innocently like a show, game, movie, whatever! And then when I talk about it, people look at me like I’m disgusting? Just because I’m a furry, I like MHA, or any of the other things people think makes me toxic or gross, does not mean I am toxic or gross. I have always loved animals, I love superheroes, I love anime, wtf is wrong with that? If you meet someone who likes something, don’t assume they’re one of the bad ones. It’s upsetting to those of us who’ve done nothing wrong.

[lifeisachaoticbitch]

Whenever my family holds a function , whether it's a simple friday lunch or a wedding , I will , without fail , disappear for at least half an hour to play games on my phone.Many have noticed my absences but have all wisely decided to keep their mouths shut.But occasionally someone is rude enough to ask me where I was and during those times I just say I was feeling ill.And , apparently this had led half of my family to believe I am on my deathbed with a serious illness.

[violet-primroses]

“It’s not their fault they assumed you were forced to wear hijab. They just don’t know.”

Ok what if I started assuming every white person was rich and racist. You wouldn’t be very happy would you.

[tickledpink1113]

Please please stop assuming I am a k!nk blog! It is very harmful not to mention hurtful, I am a minor-if you have read my blog properly, you’d know I am not a k!nk blog! I am SFW only, so think before you assume of others and ask if you don’t know. Be sure to thuroughly read blogs first, and don’t disrespect me then block me right after. It makes you look weak hon <3 @solarpoolsystem

[penroseparticle]

Just fyi the sonic subreddit has been having a very... fun past couple days

[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.