My Musings

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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"not my circus, not my monkeys" = not your problem

"not my circus, but those are my monkeys" = it's only your problem as far as figuring out how to retrieve them without being caught

"my circus, but those aren't my monkeys" = it's your problem until you figure out whose monkeys those are, and after that you make it their problem

"my circus, my monkeys" = this is 100% on you. On the bright side, if you decide you're chill with the shitshow currently happening, nobody can walk in and make you do anything about it.

my favorite thing to say when i see my students out in the wild is “not my circus yes my monkeys meaning that yes they are technically my monkeys and no i’m doing nothing about whatever shenanigans they’re getting up to in the wild
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Multiple drawings of colorful little birds mid dance step, each coresponds to a pokemon type. Bug is mid death drop and vouging. Dark is two birds, doing a tango stride. Dragon has one leg up and arms outstretched in a Bharata Natyam pose. Electric has pompoms outstretched. Fairy has a feathery wing up with jingles bouncing around like a jingle dress. Fighting is breakdancing. Balie has arms and tail outstretched, flamenco style. Flying is two birds, one jumping over the other, lindy hopping. Ghost is curled around two fans, Grass is samba stepping. Ground is two birds, wings linked as they dabka hop together.ALT
Birds continuted. Ice is outstretched to belly dance. Normal is not dancing but has headphone staped markings on its head and wings. Poison is mid jump with a ball like a rhythmic gymnast. Psychic has wings outstreched in a hula dance. Rock has rings of dust looped around like a hoop dancer. Steel has a highstep in a tapdance. Water is holding two very long flaps like in ballete folklorico.ALT

still working on the New Mexico Fakemon project but in the mean time i wanted to put my take on all the oricorio styles. dance is a *massive* deal to New Mexico, especially here in abq. i tried to mainly pull from dances i know for a fact are big here, but there are a few that i just think are neat.

i came up with lore about each so if you want that or just to hear me gush about a dance feel free to ask.

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friend art!! look at my talented friend!! oricorio new mexico culture not mine
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You never knew your birth parents, growing up across the country in orphanages. While alone you learned to cook and shared your meals across the world, eventually owning your own business. One day you suddenly find out what your parents were. They were Fae… you’ve fed thousands Fae Food.

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The call from your New York restaurant comes at 2am their time which is a sensible 11pm your time.

“Boss, we need you,” the manager says. Hercules – the name he chose for himself when he first started working for you – doesn’t scare easily. He can’t, not while running three of your restaurants in the cesspool that is New York city. “Someone just drove a truck through the flagship.”

You’re already out of bed and out the door. “I’ll be there before the sun comes up.”

Hercules’ relief bleeds through the phone. “Thank you.”

“You’re my right arm, Hercules,” you say. You’re wearing the plaid pajama set Mercedes, your left arm and the woman who runs your LA restaurants, gave you for your birthday. You can buy clothes in New York. “Thank you.”

Your Thank yous are far and few between. They’ve always felt awkward in your mouth and worse leaving it. But Hercules is one of yours and it’s easy to volley the words back, to not accept his gratitude in the face of his loyalty. No thanks needed. You’re part of me.

Hercules swallows hard. He knows you well. “Boss.”

“Hercules.”

You hang up at the same time.

Los Angeles is still awake as you roar onto the streets. Your motorcycle is the same one you bought when your first restaurant started turning a profit. Prodigal. The name of it is carved into the body. The streets are damp from a rare spot of rain. You’d gotten caught in it while leaving Queen earlier. It had felt like a bad omen then and your lip curls as the moisture sprays up under your tires now.

You should always listen to your gut.

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i love these stories they’re so freaking good
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I get it. This won’t stop until I die. But when I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I’m thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something. I means I am something, at least…pretty amazing to be something, at least…
Mae Borowski, Night in the Woods (via sigyncandance)
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While taking a nap today I dreamt there was a hazard sign called "never found" which was used to indicate a location where people disappeared never to be seen again

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A drawing of a yellow hazard sign depicting the silhouette of a rabbit falling into the jaws of a trap, or some kind of animal.ALT

it looked like this

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The imagery and vibes of this were so visceral I had to do art about it

(Grayscale version under cut)

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i’m replaying night in the woods and this just seems to fit the vibes nitw art not mine