at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
hey guys go watch this qsmp animation it has 50 artists and animators that worked on it for over a year to retell some of the qsmp story so consider go giving it some love because it is actually incredibly well made and a nice trip down memory lane:) massive respect for this project
You know what's surprising with Nalu is I think Natsu is more attracted to Lucy than she is to him
Like pushing my feminist to the side for a shameful moment, he only ever gets flustered and pleased when he sees her naked or when he some way or another ends up groping her (a lot more obvious in 100YQ)
(The fucking random chapter where they're in the stone age holy fuck 😭😭😭✋️✋️✋️)
He deadass attacked guys that were hitting on her at the train station
Says he finds her smell comforting (she's his canonical safe space lord have mercy)
Lucy gets flustered when Natsu closes in on her face when they dance, and when that kid (whose name I forgot lol) tried to force them to kiss
Lucy also gets flustered when he's naked, but any guy who is suddenly naked in front of her makes her embarrassed. Same with when he ends up landing on her boobs or something.
Lucy's attraction to Natsu is a lot more subtle and sometimes you can even interpret these teases as not special to Natsu specifically if you REALLY wanted to stretch it that way
From what I remember, Natsu flusters Lucy when he does something unexpectedly intimate or flirty, but when other guys do something similar (i.e. Loki) she's pretty stale about it
But Natsu now
It's Lucy or nothing LMAO
Like even when he semi-admits to having a crush on someone else- Anna Heartfilia- it is only so Mashima can reveal he is attracted to Lucy in the same way he was attracted to Anna before
When Lucy's drunk she's extremely clingy to only Natsu, while the usual oblivious Natsu is visibly flustered and nervous from her attention and proximity- WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY MASHIMA HIMSELF
save me noisy pre/non-voice training tgirls who try to hold back their moans bc they're shy about their voices but then i make them moan anyway so then they get embarrassed and try to start to say something so i just interrupt them by making them moan harder. save me.
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