#FUCKIN LOVE THEM

[artisthedgehog]

new song to obsess over ✌️

[a-very-zilly-gooze]

men’s jeans are so fuckin comfy i’ve been wearing these bad boys for 12 hours and i’m about to wear them onto my 12 hour flight. i love them sm. you will need to peel them off my dead corpse. i love—

[icedhotcocoa]

thoughts on engiespy.. for the girlies

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT. i like engiespy in any form and a lot of these apply to it in any form but here are some headcanons for transfem spy and engie <3

as my good friend @minirovks says. transfem spy and earnest bisexual engineer

engie has a thing for spy before he knows she’s a girl and when he finds out he’s just like oh :) ok!

it’s like a love hate thing at first bc spy is a BITCH. and engie is normal (ish) (not really). so after engie finds out she’s trans she’s kind of weirdly dreading him changing his behavior bc he thinks she’s fragile or whatever

but then their antagonistic/flirtatious relationship stays the same and she’s so relieved

when engie first starts trying to make moves on spy he’s doing the southern gentleman bullshit. making her dinner. holding open doors. building her things. and spy is So Broken she absolutely does not recognize these as romantic advances

and then eventually he like maims someone for her, blood and guts fuckin everywhere, and he’s got this insane rage-filled look in his eyes and she’s like oh… i get it <3 you love me

spy wears the mask for both spy reasons but also dysphoria reasons so even well after they’re in a relationship and she trusts him with her name and her identity she doesn’t really take off the mask

bc she’s like “oh you won’t see me the same” yk? but over time she gets more comfortable with her transness and also engie is just so supportive abt it that she starts taking it off around him and . sorry i’m getting emotional

and they KISS

spy likes 2 sneak up on engie and surprise him and he HATES it but he lets her do it bc he always gets kisses afterwards

one time he almost brains her to death with the wrench and he’s like “THIS IS WHY YOU DONT SCARE ME WHEN IM WORKING DAMMIT!” and she’s like “teehee!”

spy has a Thing for the gunslinger. sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

[diminutiveloser-romanroy]

just something i’ve been thinking about

[nonuggetshere]

OUGH the desire to draw Hollow but absolutely no ideas or motivation

[achillessleepy]

'Watch your mouth.'

'Its okay Hotch'

[online-stalker]

The outsiders!!

Guys wait why are these pictures so cute for no reason

[oncillabrigade]

Finally read Robins!

I have a lot of thoughts, but I just want to say this panel is the funniest thing I've ever seen:

[vamp-kiss]

what if i write a makoann fic

ann milipili canon

[triona-tribblescore]

I just wanna draw them being all soft n stuff okay? :'( <333

[bastetsbard]

We serve both can and homemade… but homemade is actually uncooked cranberry relish. Throw a pound of cranberries with a WHOLE navel orange and a cup of sugar in a food processor until finely chopped, like fruit confetti. Ideally made at least a day ahead and ideally 3 days ahead so the flavors develop and it gets gloriously juicy.

Both are treasures of Americana… the relish is straight out of an old Joy of Cooking.

And they look out so hard for the well being of the spiders AND the dolphins

[ohwormwood]

dumb shit that me and @smokin-salmon thought of while on call

[inkskinned]

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.

you create because you're greedy.

[raikkxz]

THEMMMMM.

Happy Webbonso Wednesday to all who celebrate!

[artist-rat]

my main party and durge reveal <3<3 i call them the shenanigang

[moraent-keys]

Yeah so… I’ve officially gone off the deep end