#I am NOT brave!

[ratsinpots]

I come back from a small break from reading fanfic. Just to continue crimson rivers. And uh…

Who the hell convinced me it was a good idea to read this? Why did you guys let me read this? I already need another break.

Please give me happy fic recs. I beg you.

[ratcandy]

well, you see, the thing is: (instead of finishing my sentence i curl up comfortably in bed and go to sleep

[grasslandgirl]

“no one will notice if you stop posting/talking/texting/etc” is the mind killer. it is the evil. it is the little childhood version of myself who feels so insignificant and unwanted but she IS wanted. I am wanted and loved and noticed even if I can’t see it right now

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[foccaccia]

im tired of this post

[wiltkingart]

a terrifying presence has entered the room

(bloody ver. under the cut)

[animatedtext]

[inchidentalmeowmeow]

Im not saying they look like each other’s pets but…

THEY TOTALLY LOOK LIKE EACH OTHER’S PETS RIGHT???

[boringwomanwithabook]

pov: i need you to tuck me into bed

[kyalbrownart]

Something's coming...

...or not, we'll see lol. Felt like posting a gif because my previous video got lost in the void lol. I don't know why videos just don't seem to be seen as much. Is there a reason? Genuinely curious.

A short lil 11 second animation here

#cw flashing #flashing #flashing cw

[persona-brainrot-real]

Sae Niijima is such a good character it drives me insane a little. She's not a mother nor a maternal or doting older sister but instead a twenty four year old who was thrown into a position of responsibility that she never asked for. She loves Makoto just as much as she resents her and its so apparent every time they talk up until November. "Are you studying?" (I want you to do well) (I need you to get a job and stop making my life harder) "I'll use any method necessary to get this promotion" (Life will be easier for us) (So stop distracting me with your problems) "Focus on your future" (I know that you're capable) (I can't afford to waste my time on you, so stop wasting time on others)

Makoto is not only the sole reason she pushes as hard as she does for a promotion, for success, and the reason that she loses herself in her animosity over her fathers death, but also someone she can't stand for so long. Makoto was 14-15 when their father died. Sae was 21. As soon as she got the career she wanted and things started to look up, her stability was robbed from her and she was disillusioned with the system that her father had taught her to rely on and completely adhere to. How do you manage, the daughter of a cop, following his footsteps towards law enforcement, when you're suddenly reminded of how unfair it is? You can't quit, your little sister relies on you and she's so young and struggling just as badly with this grief. So you pick yourself up and you get moving again. You push harder, press further. You abandon your morals and your ethics because punishing criminals (guilty or not) is almost like punishing the man who killed your father.

And the whole time she's fighting for promotions, going for drinks with the SIU Director to make herself more favourable for promotions, trying to navigate being a woman in a competitive, suffocating, male-dominated field, falling behind despite doing so much where others are promoted for doing so little - all the while your little sister comes back from school and her biggest issues are so small compared to yours.

Persona 5 revolves so heavily around grief and loss and change and Sae embodies all of that so well, all of the sharp and unpleasant and jagged parts of grief.

[fudgecake-charlie]

"rebelle painter has an in depth brush engine to simulate traditional painting techniques" is all well and good until you only use your digital painting method. at least the impasto is really pretty

[nellasbookplanet]

Finished another piece from the mighty nein coloring book just in time for the second reunion reveal, I cannot believe we'll soon get to see them all again!!

[its-your-mind]

the transgender swag exhibited by the m9 is off the charts.

Four of them go by chosen names. Beau’s dad wanted her to be a boy, and is disappointed that she isn’t. Fjord remade his personality to mimic the only father-figure in his life. The two strongest people in the party are both girls. The person with the long pink hair and undercut and teal/pink mushroom aesthetic has the deepest voice in the party by a COUNTRY MILE. Caleb grew his hair long and shaved his beard as soon as he felt it was safe enough. Mollymauk Tealeaf is there.

[joanofexys]

Thinking about the Minyard twins and how for each other they'd do it all over again. That Andrew would always rather someone's hands be on him than ever touch Aaron. That Aaron, covered in blood that wasn't his, risking his whole future, would bring down that racquet a thousand more times because it was for Andrew. Aaron who wants to help people and Andrew who wants to help Aaron. They're brothers, they're strangers, there are things they'll never be able to understand about each other, and things only the two of them can comprehend. Andrew would get in that car every time even if it meant he died. Aaron would always reach out to Andrew when he found out about him, even knowing how much it would hurt. The amount of times Andrew saved Aaron's life so Aaron has a chance to save lives. They spend so long clinging onto hollow promises and feelings of betrayal. Unsure how to say “you’re my brother, of course I love you” through anything other than “I’d do it again”. They’re two of the people who never gave up on each other even when everyone else had, even when they’ve still been strangers longer than they’ve been siblings.

[crowkip]

ouguugh,, womnen