water for elephants musical art dump :P
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water for elephants musical art dump :P
Give me all of your facts and lore about Jett right NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
OKAY i didn't think someone would like Jett that much errr!!! im gonna dump a LOT of lore in here that may change in the future
man these lore facts abt Jett which were lowkey rotting in my notes because spoiler alert there is a LOT of lore since I mostly keep these to myself!! some of these facts are based off of The Ghost Face's loadout items from DBD so! yay!! enjoy Anon!!
my essay is due in 2 hrs and i only have 299 words and no motivation to finish it
❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞ + Archie boy
His mouth is at your neck, poking you with those fucking fake vampire teeth.
You yelp, worming out of his grasp and shoving his hands away as you laugh. You’d been doing your make-up in the bathroom when he snuck in. Archie is dressed in all black, red cap attached at the shoulders, sporting his Dracula look for the Halloween party at the Speeler.
“Arch’,” you shake your head at him, “You’re ridiculous.”
“I am not ridiculous,” he mocks offense, “I’m a real vampire, love.”
Dad jokes. He always makes the fucking dad jokes. You laugh, bright and loud, and he grins like an idiot. Putting on a sultry voice, you bat your eyelashes at him in the reflection of the mirror.
“If you’re a real vampire,” you sigh, “Then I must be your enthralled now!”
You toss a hand to your brow and faint backwards against his chest. He moves to bite at your neck again, laughing as he does.
“Blaaaa!”
I need to go to an oceanic coast and allow the sea to swallow my melancholy and forlonging for nostalgic days —
I'm doing some research on textiles for hyperfixation art reasons and it reminded me of a conversation I hear pop up every so often; that the United States don't have culture. I would argue that we have more of a bleached culture (which is an inside joke in my family) but, more seriously, it's more of a corporate culture? It's expected for people to work, in most cases just needless busywork to sate someone else's pride, so when would anyone ever have time to be people rather than being employees? Part of that is from how the U.S. was settled by puritanical extremists who believed that hard work and suffering in life purified the spirit and it’s weird that no one really thinks about how, even to this day, that mentality pervades Everyone thinks that this mentality hasn’t effected them, especially if they're atheists, no matter how outwardly obvious it is that they've inherited these beliefs.
I've been looking into embroidery, needlework, whitework, blackwork, etcetera for over four hours now and none of it came from the U.S., all either coming from indigenous people or through immigration. Anecdotally, even when textiles are practiced in the states, it's by wealthy people who aren’t beholden to long work hours, retirees, or homeless/disabled people.
It would be amazing for these practical arts to be more commonplace bit that brings up several issues. Lack of time, obviously, but also issues such as attention span, lack of materials, lack of knowledge, and impermanence of property. As most adults only have about four hours a day for themselves, they'll habitually only do short-term projects, thus reducing one's willingness/motivation/ability to do anything that won't deliver a swift reward (which causes a whole host of issues on its own but I'm not here to talk about why we're the mental illness capital of the world). All of our manufacturers have doubled down on offering only trash that will last a few scant years maybe and which is intentionally designed for rapid degradation (cotton gets softer as it ages; polyester grows rough and thin). Even those who can cough up the money can't find actual quality materials (as my seamstress friend has attested. Multiple times).
But fundamentally, and most striking to me personally, is the fact that we don’t teach our young how to sew. It's one of the things that was shrugged off when our education system shifted to constant tests and standardization; teaching students to sew isn’t profitable so we take away teachers' funds for teaching it but we also don’t teach our own. How can we? What time do we have, what resources? I only know how to do it because my grandmother is a teacher and wanted us to know how at an early age.
Alright, I got it out of my system— for now.
ARG the computer that was running the tracking program yesterday randomly shut off during the tracking last night and did not save any of its data BLARG GARG GARG >:[
I have a nearly-finished drawing that I wish to complete today, and very little else on my plate. I'll bet you…a haphazard doodle of whatever someone says in the comments that I'll finish it in time!