San Diego deviantMEET at Analog Bar
Location: Analog Bar
801 5th Ave.
San Diego, CA 92101 When: Wednesday, July 23rd @ 10:00pm DeviantART is joining forces with Madefire to bring Comic-Con back to its roots. On Wednesday, July 23rd, deviants age 21+ are invited to take over the Analog Bar and party until the Red Sun comes up. Join us as we rock out with the artists and creators who make the entire industry possible!
Las Vegas deviantMEET at The Venetian
Location: The Venetian Resort Hotel Casino
Sands Expo Hall C
201 Sands Avenue
Las Vegas, NV 89109 When: Sunday, December 1st @ 5:30pm On Sunday, December 1st, deviants of all ages are invited to join us in taking over the Venetian for a deviantMEET and gaining special, free access to Preview Night of Autodesk CAVE Conference! Connect with deviantART staff, fellow deviants, and recreate your online connections offline with the help of deviantART and Autodesk. The deviantART crew will be waiting in the Sands Expo Hall C (at the Venetian) to meet and greet, hand out nametags, and then we'll head to the CAVE Conference floor to take over Preview Night in deviant style! Feel free to bring with you your favorite digital tablet, sketchbooks, notepads, and cameras.
They break as easily as...tea cupsI will say it straight. I've been fed lies and illusions. Years of looking into some eyes, I fooled myself the look they sometimes gave me didn't mean what it actually meant. This is the tragedy when you know someone so closely, yet you choose denial when things go wrong. Was it merely a dream? a good dream? the best dream of my life? it was the thing that kept me going as I was laying on my cross. No matter what I did, and how I tried to be there when needed...it was all for nothing. It passed, and it cracked me...like the wind cracking some dried up twigs. There is evidence that it wasn't a dream. It was the greatest fuckup of my life, painted in purple. Still, it must not matter so much, if it would birds would shut their voices, and clouds would remain still, tears would not wash graves no more and the wind would not play in my hair spreading somebody else's scent around me and behind me as I walk alone in a hot, quelled, cotton-mouth day. I find myself in the same state again: my They break as easily as...tea cups by EliseBast
InstitutionalisedPatient: Lady Eloise Age: 20 Sex: female Religion: orthodox, we suppose Form of insanity: depression This form of madness is a pretty simple one, and I will do the honor of explaining it in a few words. Depression, otherwise known as melancholia. The patient is a 20 year old female.In this case, the cause of this affliction is unknown, but the patient was telling us something about the sad stories, sights and words that have haunted her since childhood. Is she dangerous to others? Of course yes, what person stricken by dementia isn't? Harmful behavior? She went out in the middle of the might inappropriately dressed, attempting to commit suicide. She might also be a kleptomaniac, or in other words, a thief. Her ideas of beauty are completely deranged, almost grotesque. Patient seems fascinated by silver, black clothing and excentric hair colors. We suppose that this affection is due to the fact that she did not accept the reality as it is, her idealism pushed her towards depression and Institutionalised by EliseBast
Hollywood deviantMEET at WeWork
7083 Hollywood Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90028 When: Wednesday, November 20th @ 7:00pm Whether you've attended previous deviantART events, or you want to make this your first, this deviantMEET promises to be an event unlike any before! Opening with an exclusive storytelling session, deviantART CEO and Co-Founder, Angelo Sotira ( ), will share behind-the-scenes stories about deviantART's inception and formative years. Then stick around for fun, traditional deviantMEET-type activities -- sketching with friends, chatting with staff, and maybe even walking away with a bit of swag. spyed
The Institution...The loony bin. That's what they call it. Are you against discrimination? Yes? Okay then. Have you thought about the people in the Institution? Have you, or have you not? If not, then are you truly thinking about the ethical issues? Prisoners. Innocent prisoners. That's what they are. They do no wrong, but they are put in a jail. "Vicky, just deal with your little brother. He was born the way he is, and he is just fine." They say that all the time about the "normal-ness" of crazy little kids. Then, they put other little kids who are just the same into a prison, just because they are "a little mad." Perhaps we "normal" people are the insane ones Limiting the movement of good people, injecting them with a kind of sick medicine, and feeding them disgusting foods. Is this right? Or is it wrong? Yes, at least they get food and water and a place to sleep and shelter to protect them from weather, but how would you feel if you were treated like an animal in the zoo? Or maybe even worse? Think. The Institution... by Lelouchu-san
Los Angeles deviantMEET at Directors Guild
Location: Directors Guild of America
7920 Sunset Blvd.
Hollywood, CA 90046 When: Monday, June 3rd @ 7:30pm You are invited to join deviantART in watching Disney Nature's Wings of Life, directed by our very own , at the Directors Guild of America. Enjoy a Q&A with Louie immediately following the film, then grab a burger with deviantART staff and fellow deviants at The Counter! (The Counter is a short walk across the street from the Directors Guild.) louieschwartzberg To attend this event, you'll need to email your RSVP to Elaine.LaZelle@disney.com with the subject line "deviantART and Wings of Life". Please include your name and a guest's name (if you plan on bringing a guest), stating that you wish to attend the Wings of Life screening. Only one guest per person, please. There will be self-parking available in the Directors' Guild lot. There will be a security checkpoint, so please do not bring any items that you wouldn't bring to a regular movie theater. Since this is a movie screening, there's no need to bring anything but yourself and some money if you'd like to eat afterwards. If you plan on attending, please let us know below and be sure to email Elaine.LaZelle@disney.com with the subject line "deviantART and Wings of Life"!
here are my wordsi used to dream whole cityscapes and skylines, ocean cities and coves washed over with waves, terrifying, brilliant, unable to touch me. i used to be able to talk to trees, to speak in palms and eyes-closed silences and the sure roughness of bark under my fingernails. i used to be able to sing and believe that believing made me better, believe that joy sounds bright and crescendos. i used to be someone who tripped on her words, spilled out in sloppy sentences and sentiments, used to be someone who could 'sit at a typewriter and bleed' and in bleeding turn the hurt beautiful. i used to close my eyes and fall into feeling, trace the right words with my fingertips as i pulled them from the sky follow them up mountain trails, along desert highways skirting the edge of the stars, but now i close my eyes and i'm lost, worse than lost. i want to run ships and sundresses and laughter, harder than you can breathe i want to run crisp autumn breezes and open hillsides and red leaves that fall lik here are my words by straybutterflies
skylinesyou break me and you are thousands of miles away from me why? how can you have followed when i got on a plane put so many states and cities between us outran the past to forget the present to forget the future to forget you, and your deep almond eyes, i am so sick of you taking up space in my thoughts a song that plays quietly in the background of everything i do loudest when it's quietest and i am exhausted, small, lonely, afraid, seeping through the edges with sadness and writing run-on sentences that mean nothing but missing you, wondering if you are still the person i miss wondering if i still take up as much space in your heart as i once did, as you do in mine even thousands of miles away in the dark in the night where there are no stars, only skylines where there is no true silence, only a dull ache that throbs in time to subway screeches, where there is no us was never us will never be us. but that could be anywhere, everywhere. you follow me like a ghost, like a bad dream, the skylines by straybutterflies
let's end with the beginningsmell (in, out, breathe) she does. snuggles into his flannel, green and gray and soft with the smell of him, closes her eyes and lets herself fall -- smell. she does, and his arms are warm around her, strong and safe and sure, and maybe it shouldn't but something in her opens, gently. smell (in, out, breathe). there is a kind of permanence to this, to him. she doesn't know where they are going, doesn't know how or whether they'll ever get there, but there is a space for her in his arms and he loosens something tight and fearful in her. he is a chance she is taking, a space that will never again feel right empty. let's end with the beginning by straybutterflies
Reunion of the Lok Gang“This feels…weird…” Walking to the center of the ring, the Fire Ferrets—he originals—all took in a single breath at the same time, each smiling for their own personal memory that was prompted from the arena. Bolin smiled at the slight small of buns, remembering how he used to stuff his face and snickering as he watched Mako grow angry due to the fact that he had spent money on food that was gone within seconds. Mako smiled quietly at the feeling of winning, of the cheers and the desire to hear his name being yelled despite the fact that he had never shared this secret love to his brother or Korra. And finally, Korra smiled because she could remember it all. The cheers, the food, the competitors, it all came flooding in and suddenly standing here felt…right. After the constant attacks, they had finally retired the old girl, her seats covered with cobwebs and the constant creak of aging coming from different directions as though it was remindi Reunion of the Lok Gang by candylover75
Legend of Korra (Fandom Traveling)It was—what?—five in the morning when I scared him awake. He had scrambled back, a face of pure horror and concealed fear consuming his face. I rolled my eyes, snapping my fingers and going on my feet. I could tell clearly that the floating was bringing more unease to the situation. In a stammer, he asked who I was. I shook my head and put a hand up, “Even if I told you, you really wouldn’t get it. It’s this whole thing where it’s not my real name, but that’s how people know me, it’s got a 75 in it, and…blah blah blah.” I waved a hand, “It’s a complicated situation and I just…don’t have the time and patience to really get into it, do you understand?” he was rigid, unable to move. I sighed, flipping through my phone. He looked around, asking, “What is that?” “My Iphone…don’t ask, you won’t be alive to use one…hold on…” I downloaded a pictur Legend of Korra (Fandom Traveling) by candylover75
Seattle, WA deviantMEET at Pratt Fine Arts Center
Location: Pratt Fine Arts Center
1902 S Main St
Seattle, WA 98144 When: Saturday, March 23rd @ 1:00pm From 1:00 to 5:00 PM on Saturday, March 23rd, deviants of all ages are welcome to join us for a deviantMEET held at the Pratt Fine Arts Center in Seattle, WA. Bring your sketchbook to showcase your work with others, art supplies to collaborate with a friend, and/or a camera to capture memories! For those interested, an instructor from Pratt will also be present to guide a free workshop in screenprinting. Pratt has free Wi-Fi, so feel free to bring your laptop or tablet to show off your deviantART Profile Page and +Watch new friends. We’ll be creating art all day long, so get ready to be inspired! After the deviantMEET, we’ll head somewhere nearby to grab food for anyone who wants to continue the party. Please bring money for food, and we’ll eat within walking distance to Pratt. You won’t want to miss it! Join us!
Haunting Memories Chapter 8"Soul," the master started. "are you sure you are ready?" I had told the master I believed I was ready to part away, and seek my journey. I was aware of the risks, and the potential consequences, but I reassured myself, nothing, absolutely nothing would stand in my way. "Yes," I stated. "I know I am." The master turned around to face me. "Well then," the master said as he turned around to face me. "Let this be my parting gift to you." He raised his hand, and the handle of the Aura Blade lifted off the holster on my belt, and began to spin around me. I tried to keep up with the handle, but quickly lost track as the handle began to spin around me faster, and faster, untill it became only a blur. Soon, I suddenly became... weightless, as I began to get lifted off the ground. As I did, a glow of light began to form around the ring that was the handle. Slowly it began to get brighter, and continued to do so, untill it was so bright, I couldn't even see anything in front of me. Finally, the Haunting Memories Chapter 8 by ChaosPower11
A Racial StereotypeHe is a bumbling idiot. He never gets anything right Even the simplest of endeavors Becomes a full out catastrophe. And he speaks As if there is not a single language In The Galaxy He has properly learned. They look at him, And see a stereotype. A poor reflection of something black. I look at him, And I see a seven foot tall lizard. If I could speak plainly: Jar Jar Binks Is not a racial stereotype. There is no universe Where that makes Any amount of sense. And you look at me, Expression wary, Shoulders shrugging. “Well, I could see it.” If you do not see The irony here Then allow me to explain you something. If you see idiot, Fool, inarticulate, And think black You Are the racist one here. You Are stereotyping And blaming someone else For it. Now don’t pretend You are blind to race Do not try to play like The soldier in this war Because, honey, You don’t even know what side you’re fighting for. A racial stereotype Is a misleading representation Of an ethn A Racial Stereotype by MadHat11D6
FlyWith the covers pulled over my head, my room darker than the city night and the steady breath of my sister in the bed below me, I would put my hands together, close my eyes, and pray. I’m not sure who I was praying to. I knew God then, I suppose. Each night asking for the same thing. Never receiving, but I’d never stop. I couldn’t sleep unless I prayed. Dear Lord, I thank you for such a nice day. Please let us all have good dreams tonight and a good day tomorrow. And please, please, please let me have the power to fly. In Jesus name I pray, amen. I thought these words each night, and each morning I’d wake from my nightmares to find that I, in fact, could not fly. I was always disappointed. “Jezebel, what are you thinking about?” “Flying.” There is laughter. “Flying is for the birds, dear.” “Then I’d like to be a bird.” “And what would you do as a bird? You couldn’t speak, or walk.” “Bu Fly by MadHat11D6