#that's how long it's been

[katya-goncharov]

there are probably kids who were born when cas last appeared onscreen who can speak in full sentences and walk about and have started learning letters of the alphabet now

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[phantomrose96]

i'm sure people have sent you the answer 293 times already too but just in case, the water texture is a default photo filter on the tumblr photo editor!

WE HAVE A PHOTO EDITOR?

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[emptyportrait]

i'm actually so fucking sick of zionists using phrases such as "Was it worth it, Hamas?" cause literally what the fuck are y'all yapping about??? Israel has been indiscriminately bombing gaza in front of our eyes since last October, Israel has murdered more than 30 thousands Palestinians within 5 months, Israel is forcefully starving gaza, Israel is the one committing war crimes everyday, Israel is continuing genocide and ethnic cleansing. Israel. is. illegally. occupying. Palestine.

we all know who are the perpetrators here. and zionists can't gaslight people into "hamas started it" bullshit anymore. everyone is actually sick of Israel's dumb colonialism propaganda where they just repeat same old tactics “how dare you palestinians resist us, after we have your stolen land, freedom, human rights and subjugated your people under fascist colonial regime.”

Israel carry out atrocities in broad daylight and then go ahead blame Palestinian resistance for the said act of savagery they've performed, "O their audacity!" indeed!

[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.

[ibtisams]

Can you even believe that we are nearing 11 months of active genocide and the only thing that’s changed is how much people care and are interested in being advocates for Gaza (I am watching you all lose interest in Palestine with my own eyes)

[polarsirens]

i am not at all caught up with fantasy high freshman and sophomore year but i’ve jumped into the middle of things and this today nearly made me bawl

life kinda sucks and i haven’t time to enjoy my comfort media but junior year’s been…. it’s really been a wonderful thing to have this to look forward to every week

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[initiatefaliara]

Make sure to opt out of third-party sharing! Apparently the Tumblr CEO wants to sell all our user data without asking for permission.

I see some new people have followed me even though I've been inactive on this account. I'm sorry about that! Don't worry, I've still been trucking on, I just haven't used this blog in ages. I hope everyone I've followed and are following me have been well :'D

I logged back in for the sole reason that I found out that - as with many companies cashing in on the current unethical practices AI companies are going rampant with, Tumblr is planning to do so with our user data as well.

And I have a lot of art here. Not necessarily all of them are GOOD art, but I know it was appreciated regardless (and I must thank anyone who found and appreciated my stuff even with my absence!) and I drew them with a lot of love in my heart, so I need to opt out right now.

I was considering deleting this blog entirely before learning of this specifically with the lack of consent with AI's current data sourcing, for transparency (and I may still nuke this account in the future, for those same reasons!) but in the meantime I'm toggling off the third party sharing, which Tumblr automatically makes you opt in to in the Visibility section of the Settings.

Make sure to do the same in your settings too, if you're reading this and find this to be of concern! Not just if you're an artist or a writer, too - there is AI that actively use data of simple interactions to use as products, and so on.

Stay safe, everyone!

[hansoeii]

the girls!

[herbarimoon]

Here with you

+ bonus danganronpa blood version

[toxooz]

🧠: waiter! more König with his beefy hangs out for no explainable reason

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton is a master manipulator in FNAF..

[meltedmush]

The noodles scene from the airplane extras!

[hylianengineer]

Hopping on the weirdly specific poll train!