QuéSeréSeré: The Cart Of Art

I am Seré! I am a predominantly MCYT artist. I am demi-romantic and pansexual! Pronouns: she/they/he. I am 19, but as always, please be respectful. @queseresere on instagram, @queseree on…“X”

[queseresere]

With everything bad happening in the world I was caught off guard by my sudden desire to draw these ponies, but I think it makes sense.

In these trying times I think it is ever more important to remember what actually matters. Love, kindness, compassion, honesty. MLP was such a defining part of my childhood and to this day it carries a vital message, that I think a lot of people forget. The elements of harmony— magic, laughter, honesty, loyalty, kindness, and charity — represent the most important and human qualities that we need right now.

Just some thoughts I had while drawing my girls.

[queseresere]

I love your Wip of Scott and Tango, omg I love the idea of that

Thank you!

[queseresere]

WIP (I will probably not finish!)

I loved the idea of DO3!Tango being V!Scott’s sire. I love the idea of Tango as the old and established vampire lord, when Scott is still young and naïve.

Scott said that V!Pyro reminded him of himself, when he was younger. I imagine that desperation for love, and immaturity. Perhaps Scott was a neglected heir, with parents always too busy to pay him any mind, but all the same he was immensely pressured to be perfect. He was desperate to be praised, to be loved, to be seen.

Along the same vein, I would love pre DO3!Tango to be a bit crueler. He has relaxed into his age, simply building games and getting immersed in the projects he loves now, but it wasn’t always that simple. Vampirism is a slippery slope and a dangerous society. In order to be left alone you have to prove that it would be worse to be bothered. Tango is just a bit meaner, a bit rougher around the edges, and he intends to make Scott work for his attention.

[queseresere]

The devil, he’s at my door/And I know what he came here for/The kind of fun that I adore/I let him enter to make some more

Fire, it burn my skin/But I still want to play with it, like a/Shark fin in the swim/I cut myself and jump on in

Baby Boy, Mother Mother

Woe, bloodletting be upon ye. Doomed yaoi (and yuri) smp, my beloved.

[queseresere]

Hermit-A-Day May!!!

Never mind that it is two weeks late…

Here are the sketches :D. I plan to post them in groups of five with more details. I have some notes and opinions about my own designs that I wanna comment on. But they are late enough already, so take the full thing… also I am coloring them but that is gonna take…so long. :/.

[queseresere]

It’s the middle of the night. The car is silent, my father driving, me the passenger. A deer steps into the road. At the edge, waiting to see who will move first. We saw it coming, so the break isn’t harsh, we roll close and still it stands, some collector of tolls we do not know how to pay. When we make eye contact, from either side of the high beams, I ask it “how many times have you come so close to death, and made it out alive?”. It looks through my eyes, judging my soul the way only prey can stare their predators in the eye, and asks “how many times have you killed yourself only to find you’re still here? How many more times are you going to live?”. It turns and runs back into the woods, ready to live forever. Dad starts to drive again, I sit in the passenger seat, wondering how many times I’ve already died.

[queseresere]

And now I pay for my indulgence. My gluttony too great, my sin too voraciously indulged, and I am left to rot in the aftermath.

[queseresere]

I do not share my greatest work, and that is my biggest failure, because it pains me greatly that when I speak my poetry, when I finally share those words, all I might get in return is silence. That my voice might echo into the nothingness of everything—and it will be as if I made no sound at all; simply a tree falling in an empty forest. It terrifies me to think that my sound would go unheard, so I make no sound at all. And that is the greatest curse to bear.

[queseresere]

Hell is merely a test we create from our own desires to prove to ourselves that we are worthy of their pleasures.

[queseresere]

I think ghosts exist,

Cause there are parts of me

That are long since dead,

But there is still the logo

Of the sleep-away summer camp,

Stamped and faded,

On the t-shirt I wear to bed.

[copperbooms]

when did tumblr collectively decide not to use punctuation like when did this happen why is this a thing

[rodimuss]

it just looks so smooth I mean look at this sentence flow like a jungle river

[prismatic-bell]

ACTUALLY

This is really exciting, linguistically speaking.

Because it’s not true that Tumblr never uses punctuation. But it is true that lack of punctuation has become, itself, a form of punctuation. On Tumblr the lack of punctuation in multisentence-long posts creates the function of rhetorical speech, or speech that is not intended to have an answer, usually in the form of a question. Consider the following two potential posts. Each individual line should be taken as a post:

ugh is there any particular reason people at work have to take these massive handfuls of sauce packets they know they’re not going to use like god put that back we have to pay for that stuff

Ugh. Is there any particular reason people at work have to take these massive handfuls of sauce packets they know they’re not going to use? Like god, put that back. We have to pay for that stuff.

In your head, those two potential posts sound totally different. In the first one I’m ranting about work, and this requires no answer. The second may actually engage you to give an answer about hoarding sauce packets. And if you answer the first post, you will likely do so in the same style. 

Here’s what makes this exciting: the English language has no actual punctuation for rhetorical speech–that is, there are no special marks that specifically indicate “this speech is in the abstract, and requires no answer.” Not only that, it never has. The first written record of English (actually proto-English, predating even Old English) dates to the 400s CE, so we’re talking about 1600 years of having absolutely no marker whatsoever for rhetorical speech.

A group of teens and young adults on a blogging website literally reshaped a deficit a millennium and a half old in our language to fit their language needs. More! This group has agreed on a more or less universal standard for these new rules, which fits the definition of “language.” Which is to say Tumblr English is its own actual, real, separate dialect of the English language, and because it is spoken by people worldwide who have introduced concepts from their own languages into it, it may qualify as a written form of pidgin. 

Tumblr English should literally be treated as its own language, because it does not follow the rules of any form of formal written English, and yet it does have its own consistent internal rules. If you don’t think that’s cool as fuck then I don’t even know what to tell you.

[sussexbound]

i love this post

[willowgrovecreates]

This is super cool! Also idk if this has any relevance whatsoever but if you wanna have an argument inside one tag you cannot have commas in it so that’s a real existing constraint that has forced tumblrites to construct commaless sentences and perhaps this has helped in adopting the custom into posts as well ok I have no idea if this is what’s happened just I think it’s a reasonable assumption there might be a connection

[sanerontheinside]

^this.

The tags are absolutely a factor. You want someone to take a breath in the middle of a sentence, you start a new tag. You want to have, as seen here, this removable piece between commas (does it have a name?) - you have 5 tags in this sentence alone. And sometimes you just

pause in the middle of a sentence…

and let your voice

trail away

[obaewankenope]

look at all you precious brilliant nerds nerding about language you make me so fucking happy omg

language is this constantly evolving thing tbh, it doesn’t remain the same unless it’s dead and the people who used it gone so seeing the evolution of the language used on tumblr is literally so fucking amazing i want to cry with joy at it

because we also add in words from other languages, or make entirely new words up as additional terms to denote something (see ‘tol’ and ‘smol’ in relation to ‘tall’ and ‘small’) and this is constant. we are doing this daily without any sort of breathing space because there’s millions of us on this hellsite and we are constantly talking and so the language changes day-by-day until we have general, universal rules for what to do in a post, what to add in our tags, how to add it, why we add it, what we mean by it

we’ve created a language in the same way our ancestors all did: by building on the ones that came before and changing them to suit our needs and our system

and that’s fucking awesome okay

awesome

[adora-korra]

I love this so much and language is so great and I’ve noticed the lack of punctuation thing recently, even on twitter, and used it for like a specific kind of rhetorical effect. idk it’s so fun I fucking love linguistics and the evolution of language

[elenorasweet]

I also loved that the following one-word responses all sound drastically different out loud and showcase different reactions:

What?

What.

what

[dat-physics-gal]

wat

[dat-physics-gal]

bringing this old ass post back actually

can we talk about the culture of tumblr and how it meshes with the dialect on here?

this is the committing to the bit webbed site, and we have got a specific way to express rethorical speech. that just. developed on here. like hold on a second am i the only one who sees the connection? and if not, what else is there?

this is also, coincidentally, the vagueposting site. and there are such obscure references that we just use in our vernacular, because?? we just do? it’s like normal on here? sometimes its to the point that it feels like we’re actually speaking Tamarian. we reference iconic posts to evoke moods, instead of using regular prose. the children’s hospital is for people overgeneralizing and ignoring context. it is also when people use a little too much red or there’s blood. we ask about the attendance to the devil’s sacrament to call out hypocrisy. we use hyperaggressive or cruel responses as compliments, like when we need to study someone in a lab, or rip someones work apart with our teeth.

Okay, but seriously, any linguists who have an idea where any of this comes from, please infodump about it i beg you. This is all deeply fascinating for me to think about, but unfortunately not my area of expertise.

[queseresere]

1/4 of the way through the century…

[queseresere]

It’s funny, how space and emotion seem to work. You strip down your childhood bedroom to the bone, empty it of everything, and expect the space to open up. But suddenly you are sitting in the shell of your childhood, staring at blank walls and empty space, and it feels so, so small. You look at yourself in the mirror—sitting cross-legged in the center of the floor—and you look so old. Like, when you packed away your room, you packed away the child too. And then your mother calls you to come help her move something, and the spell breaks. It’s just an empty room again, and one of these days will be the last time you ever walk into it.

It’ll be back to college soon.

[queseresere]

The holiday vibe truly is eating an entire pack—and I mean 30+ count pack—of coffee oreos in bed, all by yourself, at 1 am.

[queseresere]

Sometimes you just gotta sleep with a pillow between your legs. Can’t risk brushing thighs with the enemy

[queseresere]

Mmmm… brain’s too loud with thoughts that aren’t my own. I think it’s starting to eat me alive again

[queseresere]

“Impulse is probably the only person who can kill me”

Tango said it and I could not get the idea out of my head… are they rivals? Are they enemies? Who knows! Anywho, here is my take on Flashfreeze (that’s what we’re calling him, right?) and Impulse, who would presumably have an alias that has something to do with his techy teleporting powers. In my brain the gauntlets allow him to search, put in chords, map, contact people, and other place and space related things, that allow him to more quickly teleport.

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