"we Must Do What It Takes To Survive."

"we must do what it takes to survive."

Scylla inspired by the song from the thunder saga! Epic the musical my beloved how I love you

really helpful technique ^ once you know how to divide by halves and thirds it makes drawing evenly spaced things in perspective waaay easier:

Welcome all! Reaping week is nearly here!

I realize that there are a lot more of yall then there was last year! So let's go over what Reaping Week is-

Where we have Solarpunk Aestheics Week to inspire us in the face of horrors, and Solarpunk Practial week lets us show off the cool ways we can fix it! And I am fully behind those weeks, but as a counter balance I host Reaping Week.

We cant ignore the other side of this, you cannot have that bright hope without the darkness.

Isnt it all so unfair? The horrors, the isolation, the suffering enforced by the current system? Don't you sometimes just wanna burn it down? Want to Revolt? Don't you sometimes wanna just scream? Don't you deserve space to feel the weight of the world your trying to fix without judgment?

That's what Reaping Week is for besties!

Come vent! Come cry and rant about everything we must take down as apart of this cruel system! Draw from media that inspires those more firey parts of yourself!

Also trick or treating

So gather round and celebrate in the dark with me!

OCT 27th - NOV 5th

Additional info below the cut

FAQ:

Why is Reaping week Oct 27th - Nov 5th?

That's because I'm a NERD and wanted to create a holiday for us Solarpunks that encompassed both Halloween and Guy Fawkes day!

Can I join in on the fun? And How?

Of course sweetie!! 💕 you can join by offering vent messages, by showing off projects, by reblogging or commenting, by sharing music or art, by showing off the movies/shows that inspire the fire within! Submit stuff via my mailbox or tag me or simply add to the tag yourself!

Why is it called Reaping Week?

I will go off about this bc I think it's clever! There a few things.

1) I'm a hunger games nerd and reaping children to fight each other in a highly specialized TV show for class warfare is WILD

2) in the spirit of the harvest season, Capitalists are simply reaping what they sewed with us ripping apart their system.

despair is OUT pessimism is OUT we’re LOVING OURSELVES and FINDING JOY IN THE MUNDANE now I will NOT let the world take LOVE away from me

still dont quite know how to draw odysseus but take this

+blank ver under the cut because bro pisses so many people off i cant make all the possible versions of this on my own

Small thing that breaks my heart:

When I was in third grade, I told this boy that it would be my birthday in four days, and he said, “okay, then I’ll buy you flowers.” Four days later he comes up to me and says, “my mom wouldn’t let me get flowers but I found you this violet in the grass.” That in and of itself was iconic and so so sweet, but it gets better.

A month later, I had to move, and because it was third grade, the teacher made everyone write me letters to say goodbye. His said, “I hope you have so much fun in your new house that you forget about me. I hope that you’re always happy and you never miss us. I’m sorry I never gave you flowers, but I can give you some now.” And he fucking. Drew me flowers.

No, Joey, I never forgot you. You are the reason I have standards in this life, and I’m so grateful to have known you. I hope you’re happy, wherever you are, and I hope that the rest of your days are filled with as much joy as you gave to me. I spilled water on the card about five years ago, and half of it is a a jumbled mess now, but I still have it. It’s the only card I still have.

The funny thing is this dude and I hardly ever interacted. I knew he played football because he was on the town’s kids’ team and my brother was on the middle school team, and I knew he was one of, like, three Joeys in our year. I had a crush on him but obviously never communicated that because it was fucking third grade, but somehow those three interactions imprinted on who I am as a person. I am forever changed by Joey from third grade.