The Holy Schreib

doesnt it strike you as just a little too convenient that the show and the character are both named Naruto?

Women will say normal phrases like "I am also remarkably well-preserved in the flesh" and their friends will tease them by saying that it makes them sound "like you're some kind of immortal lich or mummy"

Women will also say perfectly normal phrases like "I do think I manage to project a certain sense of youthful joie de vivre" and the braying hounds of Tumblr will tease her for "sounding like a pretentious 19th century gothic poet" and I'm begging you please be nicies to me

listen we all know a trans girl with mummy issues

youve been a bad *remembers youre plural* people

my eternal personal bugbear about "authenticity" in specifically artwork is the central irony that a given piece will only be accepted and understood as suuuuper authentic and raw and real if it matches what the audience perceives as the artist's True Self. "authenticity" has a look, it has a style, it has a vocabulary, it has a hierarchy of materials and media, it should be folk craft or handmade over industrial or digital, it should be emotional and warm over detached and bitter, and obviously it should look pre-21st century because as we all know no one has ever existed honestly since the turn of the millennium and all Authentic Culture died to death badly in 1990. I've heard tons of artists in marginalized groups repeatedly get the feedback that they should make their art "more authentic" and more "reflective of their identities" by people who clearly just mean "make it look more like the stereotype I expect from you." it's a framework that relies on the idea that the only real representation of a culture or identity comes when you strip away all its interrelations with other groups, as though cross-cultural exchange and technological innovation aren't constants throughout human history.

i would trust weird al with my drink at a party. granted he may put one of those capsules that expands into a sponge animal in it,

i should basically list myself as an animal blog first and art blog second at this point because i need you all to see the fattest fucking frog you have ever seen

Flower Dreams by Carolyn Rhee

every so often i remember that most people probably dont know what i refer to when i mention my friend, the floating buffalo shaman who has no religion.