@/Callofdudes made an apology.
Not only did they fail to address what they did so other people are aware, their initial response to being called out is dismissive and condescending.
Their statement of "wanting to remain neutral" is out of the discussion. Racism is not a matter of opinion or neutrality and engaging in or condoning such behaviour cannot be justified under the guise of neutrality. It's crucial to recognize that discussions about racism and harmful stereotypes have been prevalent in various circles for the past four years. Claiming ignorance or unawareness in this context is not a valid excuse.
From what I've seen in the replies, it's Non-black people insisting that this person is forgiven. IT IS NOT UP TO YOU TO DECIDE THAT. That apology is not meant for you, you don't have the jurisdiction to thank them for apologizing and should not be forgiving on behalf of the offended party. An apology that feels so Overgeneralized comes off as disingenuous.
Depression is a funny thing.
Mental illness of all sorts is a funny thing. Pops up in all sorts of ways, it likes to when you don’t need it around especially.
I try to write up art tips for people that are less about Art with a capitol “A” and more about the struggles that crop up within it. Within ourselves.
A great deal of creatives deal with depression, or with mental illness in general. Anxiety, mood disorders, executive function disorders; it’s alluded to constantly in all sorts of platitudes, to the point that people joke about it. But it’s real. Creatives generally struggle because of the nature of creating. It’s always taxing even when it’s fun, and it can be hard when you feel the constant need to make things, and even worse when you burn out.
I think it’s important to emphasize that it’s not uncommon to have dips. Dips in mood, dips in perceived artistic skill, dips in interest.
These are ok. It’s apart of growth, and sometimes it’s unavoidable. Usually it’s inconvenient.
Dips are natural. You’re not bad at art. You’re not losing your ability to be creative. You are not stupid, you’re not unwanted, you’re not alone.
Dips can be a sign that we need a break. They can be a sign that we need a challenge. They can be a sign that we need to talk to someone and work on ourselves. They’re never permanent.
I know I personally struggle with feeling like I’m just not a creative person. I beat myself up because I can’t meet personal deadlines, or I lose engagement with personal projects quickly.
None of that means I’m a bad artist. It means I have to find frameworks that work for me.
What do you do without people asking you to? What is the work you do just because it feels good to be alive when you’re doing it?
Maybe it’s working with others? Talking with people? Organizing? Growing things? Relentlessly polishing? Making people laugh? Watching birds?
It can be a hard question to answer when you’re depressed or having an episode. Hold the question with you though. There are usually moments in the day where the heavy is lighter, and note when that is. Note why that is.
Being able to incorporate those underlying interests will help you learn the right path.
For me, it’s helping people. It’s not a cure-all for my problems, but it helps me manage my goals and expectations. If any one person gains something from relating with my work or words, that’s a win. They are my win.
I know this is meandering and open ended, but I want to relate that having a dip in interest, art, or emotional health is natural. It’s not pleasant, but it’ll pass. Stop for a moment and think about what you’re needing.
Honestly if you’re having trouble figuring it out, DM me and we can chat about it. I can’t promise answers, but I can hear you out. Sometimes framing your thoughts sets the answer out in front of you.
Be kind to yourselves. I know you’ll make it.
Me, opening AO3: let’s see if I can find a fic will give me the very specific high I need to go on living for another day
I know it’s dumb, but I feel that as far as politics of the western world [is concerned], it’s all looking so bleak, so disappointing and global politics are going so horrifyingly backwards. Yet television is moving forward in terms of its themes, its culture, its representation of progress, its diversity, its risk-taking in story telling. Even if this is a delusional rationalization, I take comfort in how good programming is, compared to how horrible politics are.
Getting mass-send ask lately spamming asks and dms asking for monetary donations 5,10, sometimes I see 50 dollars asking for money.
I'm sorry to the legit Gaza people but there are mixes of Gaza scammers who are guilt tripping me for needing to donate money that ended me deleting the asks/chats due to stress because of their constant spamming and messaging.
I cannot differentiate from legit to scammers anymore so deleting asks every time someone sends one.
I'm sorry please find someone else to donate. Sorry not taking chances and risks.
I am a probationary artist who is not only broke but UNDERPAID and is in a third world country. I am barely surviving and have barely any money to get by.
The way some fic writers on Tumblr commit casual theft (unauthorized use; treating others' creations as free-use because they "found them online") by using fandom art/photos without the creators' permission makes me wonder how they would feel if someone plagiarized their writing.
Even if credited, are they okay with third parties feeding their work into a.i. or posting their fics on other platforms without their consent?
Not me having a dream last night of shielding and trying to protect Simon Riley with my mid size body versus him wanting to shield me instead with his large hulking body against the would be assassin.
We were protecting each other back and forth, swapping places on who would rather be hurt repeatedly till I woke up from the dream.
oh my! I'm one of the finalists at a painting completion, still cannot believe it aaaaa
Anonymous asked: Hi, I was hoping you could do some angsty “You deserve someone better” “I don’t want anyone better” Soap x Gn!reader? Thank you in advance!
summary: homecoming isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be when there’s far too much weighing on your shoulders.
tws: death, swearing
Soap watched with great concern as the mountain troops finally returned, a little worse for wear and harshly run down, their movements sluggish and reluctant, yawns more frequent than anything else; some stopped for cigarettes, perching wherever they could just to try and ease the stinging ache at the bottom of their feet. Usually, those bastards were like schoolboys; baggy trousers, kicking about a ball as they chased one another towards base. Mud all over their shoes as they pulled one another’s hair and paraded themselves around with gleeful playfulness. They weren’t like that today. Soap could see it in their eyes and the way they walked that they weren’t their usual playful, jovial selves. The last of the bunch, his best friend, was the final troop to get out.
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