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@ellynneversweet
Not actually an outfit I can justify putting in anything I make, unless I put it on Queen Touchstone’s Mum, but fiddling with Byzantine inspired court outfits nonetheless. Our poor boy dolled up in regalia so he can listen to merchants complain about profit margins on potato yields.
‘The Clayr are here.’
‘For fuck’s sake. Fine. Send them in.’
Actually. I can use this as the basis for the costumes worn by the other figureheads (the ones who have clothes on) in Holehallow.
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My flu isn't all that bad, but I had a super weird flu dream about a world where if you died and your body hadn't been found yet, all your online accounts would keep posting in a mildly annoyed tone from the pov of the corpse. None of the posts were creepy, just stuff like "Stuck laying facedown in my bed forever #mybedforever," and because it happened somewhat regularly it was all treated pretty normally, some kind of “the spirit hasn’t moved on yet” schtick. And it'd be a little tragic to find out grandma died from her facebook post "the cat is sniffing my face... he can tell I'm not breathing but is so very polite and not eating me yet... 🤣🐈😿" but it'd kind of be last words in a way and at least more personal than hearing she died over the phone from some coroner.
The main awkward thing was sometimes the person behind a big tumblr would die and their tumblr would start corpse posting, but none of their mutuals know them irl to recover the body, so you're all stuck waiting as days pass and their account keeps corpse posting, with the knowledge that nobody from real life has checked on them, and that when someone eventually does they'll find a decaying corpse
Actually my dad was that dude for awhile. He’d did snake rescue and he’d do a little Snakes Are Our Friends spiel and let kids pet a boa constrictor named Clutch.
…this backfired at my elementary school one day when Clutch got loose in his convertible and crawled up under the dashboard. Dad had to go back inside (he’d had lunch with me) and explain to the principal that there miiiiight be a six foot boa loose on the school grounds. She panicked and went into full lockdown even though he explained very clearly that Clutch could not possibly eat a first grader even if he wanted to.
Unable to locate the snake after an hour long search, he turned on the car and Clutch came out from under the dash like “Well, now it’s too hot back there.” The principal canceled the lockdown but for some odd reason Dad was never invited back.
Does anyone else read @tkingfisher’s posts about her childhood and say out loud “this explains SO MUCH about Ursula” almost every time?
I will say that when I got my first apartment, I had a strong desire to put frozen mice in the freezer because growing up, that was just what we had in the freezer. Chicken nuggets, frozen pizza, dead mice. I didn’t have any pressing NEED for frozen mice, but by god, if the need arose, I would not be found wanting!
My then-boyfriend convinced me this was abnormal. Given how that relationship ended, I should probably have listened to my heart.
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we talk about how surreal it is to befriend really good creatives on here but what’s really surreal is when those really good creatives also have, like, debilitating social anxiety and impostor syndrome. leonardo da vinci is on my dashboard calling the mona lisa cringe. rembrandt thrives off of my deranged tag rambles like a starving college student going after café leftovers
The summer between the end of high school and the start of college, I wrote a ridiculous play about pirates and put on a staged reading with some friends at an amphitheatre at a local park before a small audience of friends and family. It was never published or staged again. But I just got a message from an old high school friend I haven’t seen in years. He accidentally quoted the play in a conversation with friends, was asked what he was quoting, he couldn’t remember either, and wracked his brain until he finally remembered it was that silly play reading that we did one day in the park over 10 years ago. It made me happy. (The line was, “Huzzah for mercantilism!” by the way.)
A very tiny percentage of creators go on to be famous, but that doesn’t mean that people don’t remember little things you did for years and years. Who came up with most of the world’s most famous jump rope rhymes? Who coined some of the famous idioms we use in daily speech? Who made up ‘Jingle Bells, Batman Smells?” Somehow, all of these things stuck and spread around.
When I was a small child, I saw a high school put on a production of the musical HONK. In one song, the mother duck describes various dangers that her baby should avoid in the water, including fishing line, which could strangle him. A member of the ensemble played the role of fishing line, doing a maniacal laugh and over-the-top strangling motions, and I found it hilarious– and to this day, that’s an example I often think of when talking about how ensemble members can still stand out in theatre. The guy who played the role might not even remember that he did that, but I do.
I took Suzuki violin lessons as a kid. The teacher made up lyrics to some of the songs, and she let her students make some up, too. Now whenever I hear the instrumental of one of those pieces, I always remember these ridiculous lyrics about a skunk that we sang in violin class. I don’t even know which student invented them!
In middle school, I found a video about atoms parodying Bill Nye made by some kids for a school product. It probably had less than 1,000 views, but I think of quotes from that video all the time. They had a parody of “We Will Rock You” with the chorus, “Protons, neutrons, electrons” that I think about a lot.
I just love that this is part of human life. Our memories don’t just pick up quotes from great art, literature, and music, but little things, too.
Ava Daniels: Art connoisseur
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you're not supposed to wander around appalachia at night bc you'll fall off a sheer drop that you couldn't see coming. this is also a major risk during the day. you really have to watch out for the sheer drops that you don't see coming due to the undergrowth. I suspect 100% of spooky missing persons cases in appalachia have the spooky explanation of "sheer drop disguised by undergrowth"
really cannot overstate how many utterly invisible ravines we got here and also how big the woods are. they can't find people because the woods? are big
A not insignificant number of disappearances in Appalachia(particularly southern) are also probably just. There’s mines. There’s so many unexplored cave systems too.
People think they’re checking out a cool little shallow cave and bam. Gone. I had to drag my friend out of one by the backpack one time because they decided to be a fool and I was certain they were gonna get their ankle broke and I wasn’t carrying them back over the river
extremely good point we do have a ton of cave systems as well, which combines poorly with invisible sheer drops in terms of creating a Potion Of Vanishing Guy
I hesitate to make this a sweeping statement, but I do think that to be a writer, you have to on some level love words as an artistic medium. Words can't just be the annoying limitation that make it more difficult to share your beautiful daydream. They can't just be the storytelling method you choose because you don't have the skills or resources to make any other kind of media.
You have to love the art of words for its own sake. Love the sound of words--how you can make music of a million different rhythms and moods, how the words and sentences you choose can make a million different atmospheres. Love what you can do with words--paint an image, share an emotion, put a person into a scene that only exists in the world of imagination. Love the different ways you can use words--different points of view and tenses, different formats and styles that can each provide a different experience of the story for the reader. You have to love words as your artistic tool and delight in learning new ways to wield them and new effects that you can create with them.
If you don't love words, there are other ways to tell a story. Writing is an artistic medium with it own strengths and weaknesses, and using it as your artistic medium should be a deliberate choice made out of love for this artform.
I lost a needle I liked in my pincushion so I decided to get a strong magnet and see if I could pull it back out.
I pulled out 68.
I very rarely sew.
This was my grandmother's pincushion. How many were hers?
Finding a 68 needles in a haystack pincushion
Where you would expect to find needles!
AND YET.
(I jibbled out some more so we are at 71 and I can feel at least two more in there by sweeping the magnet across. Now hunting for my strongest one.)
tomato is perfec t size for put needle inside very soft and comfort needle
A friend suggested 'a mimic that eats needles' and I got the most vivid mental picture.
He still intended to eat him, but for the moment the bear decided he would comfort the lost boy in the forest.
Back off!
Zebra Pride lioness after mating Taken in the Serengeti, Tanzania Photographed by Lisa Antell
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Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.
@revlerie
Made a lowball offer on eBay as a joke and it got accepted. uh oh.
I’m so fucked
