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[choochooboss]

Someone's looking well dressed tonight! What could they be up to at this late hour..? Who knows if they're after your precious life source... or perhaps to kindly escort you safely to your destination.

[eldritch-ace]

The Leading Man

I love how after watching Nightmare Time, TGWDLM implies that all the powerhouses of Hatchetfield were infected before the CCRP crew (also that Pokey plays favorites)

[xinganhao]

🎲 junhui x drama fan!reader.

you're just a little bit oblivious to the fact that the internet friend you run a k-drama account with is none other than junhui himself. headcanons & bonus content under the cut. �� see also: svt burner accounts series

🎲 season one .ᐟ

episode one: jun always knew that there was a side of the internet where people talked exclusively about dramas. he figured it would be very much like every other fandom space. debates, fangirling, the like. when he started his burner nwjun, it wasn't even with the intention to talk with anybody. he just wanted to be in on the conversation, wanted to know what everybody was watching out for.

you were one of the first people to begin interacting with jun. you tell him, nowadays, that you once thought he was so cross, because he barely responded to any of your replies or dms. the truth of the matter was simple. jun wasn't in the business of getting caught. this burner account was his safe space, his little corner of the internet where he could be just jun. not junhui of seventeen, not junhui the actor. just... jun.

except one day you make a point that he absolutely cannot help but disagree with, and jun can't help but go swinging into your direct messages. his passionate rant about the merits of translating dramas is what kicks start your friendship, for better or for worse.

episode two: it took jun some convincing to join kdrwatch with you. it had been your thing in the first place— your little passion project where you could scream about korean dramas to a thousand-something people. after months of back-and-forths, you invited jun to be an admin. he thought it over for about a month before deciding, fuck it, and signing on with you.

jun is convinced it's one of the best, most stupid decisions of his life. he doesn't quite know why it makes him so happy, to run this semi-popular drama account jointly with you. he doesn't even have to do much! he posts screenshots. his to-watch lists. maybe an update here and there. but, for the most part, he's just shouting to the void about the things that he likes.

and jun loves it. absolutely enjoys every minute of it. it helps that you're there, too, on the other side of the screen, indulging his character analyses and throwing more recommendations his way. here, he feels normal. he feels seen. he feels alive.

episode three: does jun feel bad that you don't know who he really is? ... not quite. it's not like you've really asked, either. he gives out bits and pieces of himself, just enough for him to not feel like a stranger. he reassures you that he's not some fifty-year-old creep. and, well, it's right there. he didn't even try to hide it behind an alias or anything.

maybe that's why jun gets bold sometimes. maybe that's why he'll flirt a little, why he'll slip in a pickup line or two. he teases you about being someone famous, about being an actor, about being a star, and your disbelief at every turn only spurs him on.

you're friends with jun not because he's an idol, but because he's some guy on the internet who likes the same things as you do. somehow, that's enough for you, and that's almost baffling to him. he always thought he had to be this impressive, imposing thing for his words to matter, and yet you're here proving him otherwise. is it a gift? a curse? he hasn't figured it out yet.

episode four: jun feels like this whole thing could almost be the plot of a drama itself. he can see it in his mind's eye.

he just doesn't know if he's the male lead you're looking for.

but god, does he want to be.

BONUS CONTENT .ᐟ

[ellenent]

Princess Daisy Spring Time DTIYS challenge! 🌼

To celebrate some milestones on my socials, I'm hosting this challenge!

Just use the tag #ellenentdtiys and tag me! There is no deadline, so have fun!! 💕

[inqua]

hello 🫡 i am not dead

usually i'd post an art summary around this time but i didn't rly post anything this year oops. i feel kinda sad abt that ngl :')

idk for some reason i just couldn't get into digital art this year! i also don't have a lot of time to draw anymore so it's easier to just doodle in my sketchbook, but not rly anything i'd post 🤔

i wanna get back into digital tho! i'll try my best in the new year :'))) for now i offer you: a lil guy going >:) from my wip folder pls enjoy

[waitineedaname]

I've received a sudden influx of followers because of an entirely unrelated textpost from several years ago, which means all of you legally have to read my current interest in order to understand my blog. ooooh you wanna read scum villain's self-saving system so bad (Anna's archive link since the internet archive is down)

some quotes to further persuade you:

also read my fanfiction. hi.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Dean Winchester of Supernatural fame is NOT reading parenting books he is putting on Cheaper By The Dozen, Daddy Daycare and Honey I Shrunk The Kids taking notes.

[purpleangiie]

So, I was thinking about Dick Grayson, specifically Dick Grayson's head... when he was 7 he climbed up the stairs in the circus tend to get to the trapeze but slipped and fell down [Nightwing #114] A very funny way to get your first concussion, right? Of course, many more followed over the years (that's what happens when you become Robin!) Then, in his early 20s he was shot in the head — not as fun as a concussion. Now, that alone would be enough to ban him from any dangerous sport or activity for the rest of his life, but of course, Dick Grayson is Dick Grayson, who also happens to be Nightwing. So he kept doing his usual stuff, leaping from high buildings, doing acrobatics, punching — and getting punched — every damn night... all with just his domino mask covering his face (I mean, he got a damn head injury, you would think he would be wearing some kind of head protections, right? Wrong, because that would at least partially cover his amazing curls, and to Dick Grayson that would be equal to commit war crimes, so it's out of question) And of course he keeps getting hit in the head and getting concussions. Which leads us to our scenario:

It's a usual night out patrolling, and Dick and Tim are fighting some crooks. Nothing too big, until one of them hits Dick in the head (for the nth time!) It's a good one, but not hard enough to knock out a Batkid. Except, Dick Grayson's head is slightly more fragile than his brothers’, and the punch hits the point where he was previously shot. He gasps, and everything goes black for a moment. Dick Grayson falls, head spinning violently, his vision blurring as colors and sounds fade together. He hears Tim's distant voice calling him, to which he promptly replies with an unsteady "I'm fine", except of course he's not fine. He holds himself against the wall, his face crunched in a pained grimace, trying to stand up because Tim needs him and no way he gets knocked out so easily. But Tim shouts back, punching another guy in the face, "Stay there! Don't move!" followed by some swearing because dammit, Dick!

When the bad guys are fixed, Tim rushes to Dick, who is still miraculously awake.

"Jeez, you're bleeding."

"Am I? I didn’t realize it."

"Yeah..." Tim holds two fingers up. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Dick smirks. "I'd say three, but there’s four of you now, so maybe a couple more?"

There's a moment of silence. Tim sighs. He opens the comms.

"Red Robin here, I'm taking Nightwing back in. He's injured. It'd only be dangerous for him to keep patrolling."

Bruce's steady voice croaks in their ears. "Copy, Red Robin. What happened?"

And Dick, leaning against his brother as they reach the batmobile, darts a pleading look at him. It's almost working, until Tim speaks again over the comms: "He got hit in the head."

And all the Bats know what that means. A chorus of sighs raises:

"Again?!"

"You never learn, hm?"

"Is he unconscious? Do you need backup?"

"You're incorrigible!"

"Please, just take my helmet next time. I'd paint it blue if you want, but take it! — I have an entire stock at home, anyway."

And Dick, stumbling with his eyes half-closed and one of the worst migraine of his life, just smiles sheepishly. "Sorry!" he manages to crack over the comms as Tim rolls his eyes next to him.

[gasps-inspanish]

The Volleyball Incident

The Volleyball Incident that was referenced in my fic Fear and What Follows.

-

Guy was starting to get really annoyed. Like, he was happy the Corps were back and he could be a Green Lantern again, but everything was different in the most annoying way possible.

Guy, John, and Hal hadn’t really been well liked before this since they were from Earth and seen as lesser than, but they had worked hard to prove themselves and had been more or less accepted before the whole Parallax thing. But now they were hated and right back to- no they were worse from where they started.

It was frustrating, putting in all that work just to be back to square negative one in an instant. But Guy didn’t really care about what they thought of him. They didn’t really matter so why would their opinion? It pissed him off that the negative treatment was extending to Jess and Simon, their new rookies. John was used to it since he’s been a Lantern for years, and while Guy was worried for Hal (not that he would admit it) he knew Hal could take care of himself. But Simon and Jess just started and were already being put at a disadvantage because of it.

It was really fucking annoying.

“Guy, stop glaring at the Lost Lanterns” John said, sounding tired. Guy rolled his eyes but didn’t take his eyes off of the Lost Lanterns.

“I’ll stop after they stop” Guy muttered. John sighed loudly, and Guy could tell he was at the end of his rope.

“I don’t think they will Guy” Hal mused from his seat next to Guy. “There’s more of them than you, they can rotate shifts”.

“Then help me out” Guy shot back.

“Help yourself out and stop being near me. You won’t get glared at then” Hal said. Guy’s eyes darted away from the Lost Lanterns to John.

Hal didn’t say it bitterly or sadly, he just stated a fact. He didn’t seem bothered by it when Guy glanced at him, instead just looking back at Guy in confusion.

“What?” Hal asked and Guy rolled his eyes. 

When Hal had first gotten out of the Sciencells when he was cleansed of Parallax- it wasn’t good, but now he seemed fine. But Guy knew that what happened to Hal wasn’t something u just shrugged off. You weren’t just suddenly okay.

“If this was your fault I would’ve gladly taken the excuse not to be near your ugly mug Jordan” Guy scoffed, even though they all knew that wasn’t true. “They just hate us because we’re from Earth”.

Hal nodded, looking lost in thought. He was always thinking about something nowadays.

“Maybe we should take a walk” John suggested, glancing at the still glaring Lost Lanterns.

They had nothing to do today. They weren’t assigned any missions and they weren’t allowed to train any rookies, not even the ones from their own planet. Jess and Simon were training with their group leader at the moment, so it would just be the three of them for a bit.

Guy expected to just walk in silence for an hour, John trying in vain to use his “aura” or whatever to try to calm Guy down while Hal just stared off into space, thinking way too much once again, but noise caught their attention.

“Another fight,” John said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Guy could feel John’s incoming migraine and he almost felt bad.

“Let’s check it out” Hal said, not waiting for either to reply as he started to stroll over to the noise. Guy and John quickly followed.

It was probably rookies again. Guy really thought these guys didn’t know how to act, but there were so many of them they couldn’t set Kilowog on all of-

Oh. Well it was certainly rookies, but they weren’t fighting.

Guy just stared at the green construct volleyball net, a couple of rookie and senior lanterns gathered around cheering. And of course the people playing volleyball were the only people who could get away with it.

On one side was Sodam Yat and Soranik Natu, Natu getting ready to serve the construct volleyball. On the other side was Tomar-Tu and Torchbearer, ready to receive the ball. Laira was in the middle, almost like a referee, and Arisia was close by her, hand over her mouth as she tried not to laugh.

Guy watched them play, and the point went to Natu and Yat, as Tomar dived for the ball but missed.

“What?” was all Hal said, the first one of the three of them to speak.

“If I had to guess, I’m thinking Torchbearer taught them how to play,” John mused. Guy tilted his head.

“Don’t they have training?” Guy asked.

“Maybe they have a free block?” John suggested.

“Rookies get free blocks now”?

Guy thought the four of them got away with way too much, but Torchbearer was the golden boy, and the other three were friends with the golden boy so they reaped the benefits. But honestly, he wasn’t going to complain about it. Guy knew Torchbearer since the kid first became a Lantern, and even though the kid avoided Guy and the other Earth Lanterns at all costs now, Guy could see he was doing well.

When Guy had first been contacted by Dinah to meet the new Green Lantern, the last and only Green Lantern, the kid had been sick looking. Guy could see it even though the kid’s mask had been on. He was thin, pale- he wasn’t doing good, and Guy understood why with what the kid told him happened. But he got better, and Guy likes to think he and John helped, but then he had left Earth in a hurry. When Guy saw him again on Oa when the Corps had started up again, the kid was once again thin, pale, and quiet.

Torchbearer wasn’t really the quiet type.

But now he looked healthy, and Guy could often see him laughing with his friends. So whatever, let him have special privileges. With everything he’s been through as a Green Lantern, let him have his-

“Guy mo-“!

Something smacked Guy in the face so hard that he stumbled back a bit, dazed. Guy looked down at the construct volleyball at his feet, then back up at the four players.

They all stared at him, wide eyed and open mouthed. Yat had a hand in the air, basically admitting whose fault this was. It was then Guy noticed that everyone, Rookies and Senior Lanterns alike, were silent and looking at him. No one said anything, no one moved.

The silence was broken by Hal bursting out laughing. He was laughing so hard that he doubled over. It was- Guy hadn’t heard Hal laugh like that since before-

Several Senior Lantern’s started laughing too. Guy could see Torchbearer and his friends hadn’t moved or changed expressions, except for Yat who gave Guy an uneasy smile when they locked eyes.

Guy didn’t really care. However, he did have a reputation to uphold.

“Hey”! Guy yelled at the group as he stalked towards them.

“Scatter” Laira told them before walking over to meet Guy, and the four of them ran off.

“Nope” Guy said, side-stepping Laira and running after them. By the direction they ran, he could tell they were running to the other three’s shared room. Rookies.

He knocked on the door loudly.

“I know you’re in there! Come out! I just wanna talk” Guy said, banging on the door several more times until it finally opened.

“Senior Lantern Gardner” Iolande greeted with a smile that was a bit too sugary sweet. “How can I help you”?

“I know they’re in here,” Guy said, narrowing his eyes. Iolande tilted her head.

“Who”?

“You know who I’m talking about”.

“I can assure you Senior Lantern Gardner, I don’t”.

They stared at each other for a bit before Guy sighed.

“This isn’t over” Guy called into the room before spinning on his heel and walking away. Having a staring contest with Iolande wasn’t going to doing anything, but they had to come out at some point.

John and Hal were still smirking when Guy returned, but they were now standing with Simon and Jess who looked confused.

“You find them?” John asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You give them hell, Guy?” Hal added, pressing his lips together afterwards to keep himself from laughing again. There was joy in his eyes that Guy hadn’t seen in a while.

“Am I missing something?” Simon asked, eyes darting between Hal and John and Guy as Jess nodded.

“Guy got hit in the face with a volleyball,” Hal explained. “Torchbearer and his friends were playing”.

But Guy had been way too nice today.

“Lantern Jordan, 50” Guy said and John gave him a look, but Guy ignored him. Hal looked offended.

“Pulling rank on me Gardner?” Hal asked, but he didn’t look hurt, and Guy could still see amusement in his eyes. Hal didn’t need someone to coddle him, so Guy wouldn’t. Yeah Hal was stripped of his rank, but there was no reason tro treat him like it was fragile. Better tank be thrown around with his friends than someone like a Lost Lantern.

“That’s Senior Lantern Gardner to you,” Guy replied.

“Yes sir Senior Lantern Gardner sir!” Hal mocked, saluting him before getting on the ground and starting to do push ups. Guy stared at him for a second before sitting cross legged on his back, Hal not breaking his pace. “Damn you’re heavy! Lay off the beers”!

“50 more Lantern Jordan”.

“Well fuck you too”.

“50 more Lantern Jordan”.

“Of course Mr. Senior Lantern Gardner sir”!

“This’ll be you if you don’t fall in line” Guy said, pointing between Jess and Simon, who looked amused. Other Lanterns were staring at them as they walked by, but this was the kind of shit they should’ve been staring at them for.

Later that day Guy was walking with Jess to the Mess Hall when his opportunity for revenge came. He had been answering some of Jess’s questions, the two of them sent ahead to snag a table for dinner, when he saw Torchbearer and his friends sitting at a table laughing.

There was no way they were escaping him now.

“Watch this Jess” Guy said gleefully before making his way to the table. They noticed him when he was almost there.

“Senior Lantern Gardner!” Yat said with wide eyes and an awkward smile. “I-”!

“Attention!” Guy called, and the three rookies stood at attention. Guy looked around for Torchbearer but didn’t see him, which was strange because he had just been sitting with the other three. “Report”.

“Trainee Lantern Natu, 1417.2 reporting”

“Trainee Lantern Yat, 1760.1 reporting”!

“Trainee Lantern Tomar, 2813.2 reporting”!

Guy grinned. He could see they weren’t afraid of him or anything, instead just awkward. He could respect that.

“Which one of you rookies hit me in the face?” Guy asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.

“Me, Senior Lantern Gardner” Yat answered immediately. Guy stared at him for a second.

“Trainee Lantern Yat, 200”. Yat’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he saluted.

“Sir, yes sir” and Yat got down in the middle of the Mess Hall and started doing push ups. Much more respectful than Hal.

“Trainee Lanterns Natu, Tomar. 50” Guy said, feeling merciful. They both saluted him.

“Sir, yes sir!” and they both got down on the floor and started their pushups.

There was no use in looking for Torchbearer since Guy couldn’t make him do pushups, the kid was unfortunately a higher rank than him. Guy instead chose a table that he could clearly see them from and sat down.

“A beautiful sight really” Guy mused. “Still wonder where Torchbearer went. He was sitting at the table when we were walking over”.

“Oh I saw him dive under the table” Jess said. “He really wants to avoid us. I wonder why”.

“Me too” Guy said, resisting the urge to lean over and look under the table. He’d let the kid be for now.

Torchbearer had been on very good terms with John and Guy before restoring Oa. What had happened to change that?

“Wow, our number one ranking rookie group is in trouble?” Hal asked as he sat down with his food. “What did they do? And who dished that out”?

“Me!” Guy said proudly before cackling. By now Tomar and Natu were finishing up but Yat still had more to go even though he was going at a decent pace.

Guy felt better. Happy even.

That night, Guy was surprised to see Torchbearer in their room when he walked in with John and Hal. He shouldn’t have been, since he knew Iolande was on Oa so the kid couldn’t hide in his friends’ room.

Usually they roomed in twos on Oa, but since the place had been destroyed, they were still rebuilding. Training the rookies and defending the Universe were the priorities, so the barracks were only halfway done, leaving four to a room. The rooms were grouped up in either Rookie groups (since it was four to a group) or a set of sector partners with another set of sector partners from a neighboring sector. because there were so many Earth Lanterns, Hal, John, Guy and Torchbearer had been put together but Torchbearer was avoiding them so he didn’t sleep in their room often.

Right now he was in his bunk, which was on the right side right above Guy’s, curled up on his side and facing the wall so they couldn’t see his face. But Guy didn’t need to be looking at him to know he was awake still. Guy walked to the side Torchbearer’s head was on and slapped the side of the bed twice.

“Torchbearer”. There was a moment of silence, and Guy thought he was wrong and that Torchbearer actually was asleep, but then-

“Senior Lantern Gardner”? Guy grinned.

“Next time you teach your friends an Earth game, make sure they know how to play right before you set them loose”.

“Of course, Senior Lantern Gardner”.

[laugtherhyena]

Imagine being in love, haha, that's so stupid

[little-pup-pip]

Pastel gaming!!

[diazsdimples]

to spread some positivity, what are some blogs that bring you joy?💕

Hi! This is such a lovely question, so here are some of my favourite blogs!

@theotherbuckley - one of my very first 9-1-1 moots and one of the sweetest people on this site. Currently know for making some of the best bucktommy/118 tweets, doing INCREDIBLE bucktommy artwork, and writing some adorable fics.

@hippolotamus - MY LOVE! I'll never be able to yell about Hippo enough actually. Her writing is insanely good and will make you cry e v e r y time. Also has some of the most ouch edits you'll find, and is unbelievably skilled with a pencil.

@daffi-990 - Daffi is a fantastic author and one of the best hype people on the planet. She's just finished her Rival Firefighters fic, which is SO good, I urge everyone to go read it right now!! Also has an amazing Fantasy AU on the go, and some delightful fanart for it too!!

@bidisasterevankinard - Di is the OG of OG bucktommy shippers and has fully embraced multishipping to the max. She's the go to for all your Bucktommy, Suck, Saltommy, and platonic Buddie needs, and also one of the kindest people to exist.

@neverevan - Newbie has some amazing gif collections, both of the buddie and bucktommy variety, writes some incredible fics (including the Mudslide fic which I emplore you please go read) and also has some incredible takes on our beloved blorbos. Highly recommend

@spotsandsocks - 911blr's most favourite fantasy author lets be real! Spotty has written some amazing AUs, like the Dragonriders of Pern au, her Shifter Fic, and Author!Buck!! Whenever I see a dragon I think of our dear Spotty. One of the kindest mutuals a man can have.

@watchyourbuck - Sofia makes some of the most hilarious memes about the show and is a fucking delight to follow. Has fantastic takes, writes some positively steamy fics about both Buddie and Bucktommy, currently working on Murder Husbands and A.R.C.A.N.E.3 which I LOVE.

@bigfootsmom - Seriously if you don't follow Molly then what are you doing? An unbelievably talented artist that also manages to play with our emotions something wicked with their fics. Currently working on the seahorse girl dad Bucktommy fic that has me in such a chokehold it's insane, as well as the helicopter crash fic which might actually kill us all.

And some mutuals that deserve all the love in the world:

@wikiangela @steadfastsaturnsrings @lonelychicago @monsterrae1 @dangerpronebuddie

@cal-daisies-and-briars @inell @actuallyitsellie @perfectlysunny02 @aroeddiediaz

@exhuastedpigeon @bucksbignaturals @rainbow-nerdss @elvensorceress @lafdhoncho

@kinardbuckleys @kinkykinard @tommysdaddykink @gayhoediaz @jewishbuckley

@nilefreemans @doublecheekedkinard @tommykinardkink @buckevantommy @smallandalmosthonest

@djdangerlove @thekristen999 @loveyouanyway @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @slightlyobsessedwitheverything

@wildlife4life

And some non-mutuals that have amazing blogs, please go follow them right tf now:

@buckttommy @eddiebabygirldiaz @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @lemonzestywrites @princessfbi

@try-set-me-on-fire @devirnis @prettyboybuckley

[icouldhyperfixatehim]

happy to have an offgun sunday show back on the docket but i can already tell this series is going to put a bee in my bonnet every week about late stage capitalism foisting its cancer upon all workplace cultures and turning things like internships from learning and exploratory opportunities to build skills and discover interests in a field, to an expectation of free/low paid but inexplicably pre-skilled labour. do you think ye olde blacksmith's apprentice showed up to the first day of the apprenticeship and the blacksmith is like "what do you mean you don't know how to shoe a horse?? that's so basic" no. the expectation of apprenticeship is that a newborn emptyheaded youngin with a vague notion that metal is cool shows up, and is taught how to blacksmith. the expectation is not that the young savant of metalwork turns up with a list of horses already shoed, including One Very Special One in the Royal Stable, and god would you please please please allow me to debase myself for you, o blacksmith? my resumé is just like the journeyman's!! this workplace culture is a modern invention!! they used to teach you things at work!!

[breathing audibly] i just think entry level should mean entry level, and that as much effort goes into gathering experience that makes people competitively hire-able, ability, opportunity, and luck also play a role. it is lucky to know your passion early enough to be able to groom yourself to competitiveness in a sharky field of work, but a person should be able to turn up for entry level positions/interning with an unabashed "i know nothing" as long as it's followed with an "and i'm ready to learn" and it is in neoliberalism's favour to allow work environments to cut their costs by eschewing the responsibility to teach. to train the trainee.

[tetitous]

Funny tidbit I just realized:

In FMAB and the manga, it is physically impossible for an alchemist to transmute anything while in an airplane or an air baloon

[lightningidle]

Fig's line "I don't think I'm an artist, I think I'm just a good friend" has not left my head at all. Just...

You're Fig Faeth and your horns came in over the summer and you pick up the bard class as a form of adolescent rock 'n' roll rebellion, and it works! It's exactly the outlet you need! You give a guy you just met drumsticks and you start a band and it's good enough that within a year and a half you're touring. You are, in every sense, good at being a bard.

And then, finally, your junior year, you start to take it seriously. Your art goes from an outlet and a form of rebellion to a practice. A discipline. (Can rebellion exist within a discipline?) Your classmates know what they want to do with their work. They all have a thesis statement. And yeah, there's cohesion in the music you make, but you've never had to think about why you make it. You've never sat down and dissected what it is about bass that speaks to you. You've never poured over your lyrics to pick at any deeper meaning. Why should you? You don't play music for a grand design, you do it to... huh, why do you do it?

(Your art is the one form of self-expression that feels as safe as Disguise Self does, because even if you're pouring your heart onto the page and then screaming it in front of thousands of people, it's not like you're really making yourself known. You can sing I'm lonely, I'm scared, I'm furious, and your fans will sing it right back, and there will still be the distance between performer and audience to keep your heart safe.)

Now you're being asked to look inward to explain the artistic choices you're making, and you can't help but recoil at that, because you'd rather do anything than look inward. Meanwhile, your classmates have no problem with it, so you start to wonder if you're a real artist at all. Can your art be authentic if it only exists to bolster a thesis statement? Has your art been unauthentic this whole time because you've never really thought about a thesis statement before? Is that what makes it art, and not just the next track on somebody's teen angst playlist?

You can't think about yourself— acknowledging your own existence makes you want to puke. So if your music is an extension of yourself, (and it is, even if it's just because the spotlight reveals only what you want it to,) you can't think about your music. You can't. You have to. Your grade depends on it.

You're Fig Faeth, and you keep multiclassing because you'd rather be a good friend than a great artist. If introspection is what great art demands, then fuck it. You must not be a bard at all.

[myreia]

I watched too many tutorials on how to render skin in the past couple days, I feel like my head is going to explode.