#chicagoposting

[pc-98s]

tried to take a picture in roosevelt station and ended up with a guy who is moving with great speed

[witchofanguish]

ME: Basiclaly its just a joke we do where whoever says shes from Chicago the most wins TUMBLRINA: Thats not what a joke is ME: Well its good either way

[pluralrorschach]

You wish you had a cute dentist buddy like me.

[salemruinseverything]

i have a betterdiscord plugin that pings you when certain words are mentioned and i set it up to ping me on the word chicago because. i'm the chicago mutual. and i didn't realize until then how much people are talking about chicago in the official homestuck server. like to be expected from there if anywhere bc it's the biggest server i'm in but it's like 2 or 3 pings a day. i'm worried there's gonna be an actual announcement in there that i'm interested in and i'm gonna ignore it bc i assume it's just someone talking about chicago again

[dykeposting]

The apartment hunting situation is dire this unit has no KITCHEN !!!!!!

[geneticdriftwood]

definitely one of the most haunted experiences of my life was visiting a friend in chicago and my car got towed (got back from a show at 11:45 pm and the parking space was only legal till 11:30) and we had to go get it from the impound lot on lower lower wacker (the weird hidden street a level beneath lower wacker, already a very haunted and confusing underground street system below regular wacker) at 2am. gps doesn’t work down there the street does not look like a street it looks like a cursed industrial maze everything echoes. not a recommended experience.

[orlofsky]

art should be controversial and not afraid to make people angry

[you-have-startled-the-witch]

i’ve never written a love poem before but I performed this last night and perhaps you will like it

do you know

how you are loved?

when I say that you smell like onions it is a compliment

you,

dear, born for fortitude, the heart between two arteries, you give

lifeblood to the world and you are

life

you, who reversed destiny with all the vehemency of iron and wheat and yet nothing but calloused hands and a vision of the future

you, who

tattooed yourself with train tracks so everyone could see the weight the freight you could take without breaking: all the world and more. you are

so strong

you,

they burned down everything but your strength and

you took kicks while you were down and said amidst the rubble that you wouldn't stay that way for long because that glow in your eye is the flame of tenacity

you

broken-toothed victory smile you

ashes running through your fingers (i think you are most beautiful when you fight they say you’ve never lost a fight say you laugh like you’ve got colors in your lungs and punch like you’ve commanded blizzards. I say they’re right)

you

bruised knuckles of one hand pounding away at a new future the other hand

cradling a paintbrush you

don't know when to give up you

don't stop laughing you

scrappy, you ardent, you fearless

apple of the world's eye

...although maybe "wheel" is a better analogy.

you,

scrubbed white and gleaming, who touched the sky before anyone else, standing chest-forward, telling the world a fighter can be beautiful too

thoughts winding round and round, told the impossible it was really just a little difficult, you

gleam of cunning and intelligence in your eyes don't try to hide it among boxcars we all know who you are and

it's both

you

stare down at the blood on your hands it's for the people you always did fight tooth and nail for the people even with the whole world staring you down

you,

arms open wide despite a world of despots respite is wherever you are I know where you are trace every map for where

you are

you

indignant at injustice you

refusal to submit you

voice for the voiceless you

everyone's you

many-tongued, you poet, you haven, you

really always have been everyone's. what better on earth than to call you mine too?

amidst all the steel you wear, chicago, you will always be golden to me.