might be cooking. will report back from the kitchen again eventually /lh

ALL OF YOUR HEROES ARE GONE, AND THE BLOOD THAT THEY SPILLED IS ON MY HANDS.

This cognitive dissonance Whitefolk feel seeing what America is vs. their optimistically-moralized mirage of it should be sympathized with. When you're not raised with the logics of solidarity and mutualism, it's easy to feel like you're suffering alone. But you're not: we're in this together 🌻

American Whiteness built itself through ownership of the self as property, but they then suffer alone because their freedom—even for those who don't own much—is designed to isolate and privatize pain. Black survival has always been relational, where every Black person IS because we together ARE.

We make art, music, and creative connection as a form of political expression when every other platform to speak out on silences us. By making something from an imagination informed by struggle—making it together with those surviving beside us—we validate our struggle when others would dismiss it.

We then tell our stories, passing down narratives of lived experiences as a form of activist memory work. We recognize the dead attachments to institutions that have failed us to free ourselves from dependent political desire—redirecting hope from institutions into relationships and mutual care.

The first step is recognizing that despair as a piece of our consciousness. When reality contradicts our sense of moral order, we name it. We don't take that contradiction as structural death, we lived and moved in its wake—steering in the wreckage rather than waiting to be rescued.

We weren't waiting on America to revert to "normal," we were building our own America. From the Freedmen's schools to mutual aid through the Black church, from Garvey's Black economic cooperatives to Fannie Lou Hamer's Freedom Farm collective... it was community that pulled us through.

The White privilege of political hope is not naivete, but a practice. In the same vein, Black political hopelessness is its own practice that historically reframes despair as a catalyst for community survival rather than surrender. Despite centuries of Black struggle, we've persisted. Here's how:

White privilege is finding comfort in the illusion of an imagined American morality that buffers Whitefolk from political hopelessness. Trump didn't break the system—at least to the degree White liberals panic over—he broke this illusion of a "good" America. What they mourn, we have inhabited.

It's offensive hearing Whitefolk (esp. those in power) say "this isn't America" because the rest of us know this as distinctly American. They're mourning America out of for the sake of how Trump's America makes them look/feel rather than for injustice—but that denial is catching up with reality.

[ Healthy reframing 🧵 ] For Whitefolk, this is the first time many have felt this politically hopeless. Hope is White intergenerational privilege—hopelessness is Black intergenerational trauma. White hopelessness is cyclical, ours is structural. What they see as deviation, we know as its norm.

i don't even have that much on my queue but c'est comme ça. guilt doesn't listen to "oh it's 4 comms and 2 trades".

i really hope my health Does improve after my move so i can feel comfortable finally getting to the comms and trades i have on my to do. i know they were all requested with understanding of my current condition but i feel so fucking awful having all this completely untouched

We are capable. We are powerful and resourceful. We are adaptable and resilient. We are going to make it through- hold tight to one another.

New pfp ‘cos the other one was old af 🐍

chuffed.org/project/1574... This family is still needing urgent help- as their tent fell and broke their son’s arm. The mother also suffers from a heart valve condition and is at risk in the cold. Please, this family is so lovely.

tinyurl.com/Support-my-f... His child is now deteriorating in front of his eyes. Please, he needs more than just “I feel so bad for them”- please, pour effort in. Share. Engage. Save a life.

zelda echoes of wisdom cat

[ #luxuriainart ] wip that i'm posting in case i never finish it. i'm too lazy to find it rn but this is a loose tangential sketch related to a tweet i saw a few days ago that i haven't been able to stop thinking about

"Ever played this one called Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky?" "WHAT THE FUCK IS A POKEMON?!"

i miss you so bad king

(Remus pants heavily as the battle comes to an end. He looks over the ocean to see the portal closing, then looks towards the Player, whose expression is blank.) I gotta say, you really know how to hold your own. Wielding that rusty piece of junk, no less…

how does this benefit the organization exactly #katerart #akaxystuff

there's going to be things i change about this, but captain xiphias' colour ref is pretty much done!

call me lumiose city the way this flare never really goes away

in the end, you just gotta have faith. ain't that a bitch?

and if nothing else i'd at least like drawing suggestions, kind words, or questions related to our interests over here. erigeron.straw.page i need to drown out any active thoughts of grief and fear.

i need 72.50 CAD to at least clear the negative balances. that's about 52.17 USD. with conversion fees i'd need like 55 USD. please.

i wish things could get better for me

well, even a bad story is a story people tell each other, sir.

I know there’s a future where... there’s a future where we’re all gonna be okay. All those guys in the future, they had a plan. And this is part of that plan. So you’re gonna have to trust me on this, okay?

anyway i know crowdfunding links get ignored or suppressed real bad on here but hey ko-fi.com/luxuriainash

abolishing ICE isn't enough. every single person who participated in their crimes against humanity should be cursed for the rest of their existence. 6 ft under or behind bars.

anyway i know crowdfunding links get ignored or suppressed real bad on here but hey ko-fi.com/luxuriainash

Boosting for visibility. Please don’t forget indigenous people during this nightmare.

my checking is $41 in the negative and my paypal is 30. i'm exhausted. i'm out of here in 11 days and attempting to stretch like 4 days of frozen meals over most of that bc i don't get paid again til the 22nd and groceries here are so fucking expensive that i'll just be broke again after buying them

I woke up. I’m still here, if you’re reading this so are you. I’m sorry things are awful, I wish I could take it all away for everyone. Hold each other up. Keep each other safe. I don’t want to see any of your hurt.

people talking about how they think the US admin is probably preparing to invade canada and my albertan ass knowing my province already wants me dead is just trying so hard not to freak out about the very thought

They are still silenced.

ko-fi.com/alpharat/com... I haven't done a good formal commission opening in a while btw. They're open for very limited things rn !

I truly fear we will never again in our lives experience a diva moment as earth changing as Jacinthe

insomnia

the stage fail happening when it does makes this the only funny 67 joke in existence

I'm gonna get SO much stronger.

to you, who continue walking while wishing, "one day. once again." i dedicate this song.

i'm gonna get better. for dionysus, for scared little 15 year old freya screaming along to "breaking out" at the top of her lungs every time her parents abused her, for all my friends past and present. for my partners, for jas, for amor, for olivia and the tekkit server, for ME

i made those heartfelt posts and then after begging for fresh water (which i gave him) he attacked my leg viciously instead of playing with the toys i tried to give him. like Okay i'm talking about how sweet you usually are let's see that evil side instead i guess

i love him so much dude. i really truly hope he goes to a friend of mine or my brother's because he's such a fucking angel and i think the grief of never seeing pics of him or hearing of him again would actually kill me. yknow the concept of "soul pets". he's mine

every time dionysus does something sweet and i get emotional over having to find him a new owner because neither my brother or i can take him to the respective places we're moving i have to listen to the entire saga of virtute the cat and cry my stupid eyes out