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[albert-kafka-camus]

please reblog I want to know what people think <3

[marlynnofmany]

Hooray for Zoozve!

Zoozve, my beloved

[videogamepolls]

This Wikipedia article has a more comprehensive list

[greyias]

Oh look, it seems everyone has been opted into the unfortunate "experiment" now. For everyone who has been blissfully using the old UI up until now, welcome to hell :)

Do you not like hell? Do you want to leave and crawl back up into the sunlight of the old UI? Well, have I got a link for you! A beautiful tumblr user (who is not me) has gone and fixed things beautifully for you already: https://github.com/enchanted-sword/dashboard-unfucker

You will need to have Tampermonkey installed on your browser of choice, and once that's done, just go to the github link above, and peruse the readme to install. And voila! You have your old dash back!

The authors of XKit Rewritten said during the experiments that at the time, since this was an "experiment" they weren't going to implement anything to revert to the old UI (although who knows if they'll do it now). And the dashboard unfucker has worked beautifully enough for me to where I genuinely couldn't tell if they had ended the experiment or not.

[thehobbutts]

Breaking news from the Cat News Network!!

[clownowo]

been replaying the Portal series I think this is where its heading

[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.

[heph]

Think a little lower, Dr. Wilson

[cali]

history of speech bubbles

[glitchgh0sty]

HAhahA! Who needs sleep when the tf mecha universe exists and I can live off art and adrenaline alone??

Ft: that scene in one of the Jazz chapters cause the little lads got some adorabable screentime and I loved it to death 🫶✨

Side note! When this au eventually becomes an official transformers spinoff series in some universe,, please accept this as my informal application for a mop in the chefs kitchen,, [the floors will be so clean I swear] <333✍️🥘

[cy-lindric]

Literally

[temeyes]

//i wont say (im in love) plays in the background//

[myreygn]

people my age who didn't grow up watching phineas and ferb are beyond me. you don't like fun? joy? british people? whimsy little boys with strangely shaped heads building weird machines? you never listened to award winning banger ain't got rhythm? you never got to experience the life-changing nature of squirrels in my pants? you're telling me the sheer existence of vanessa doofenshmirtz wasn't some kind of awakening for little you? you don't know about the giant floating baby head? the fireside girls? the ooca? the mustache aliens? the excitement and tension of awaiting the one line ferb is inevitably gonna drop by the end of the episode? whatever the platypus and the pharmacist got going on? you don't know who buford is?

[ayo-edebiri]

I know how much you love your son. That's why I know you are gonna do what is right for him. Don't drag him down with you, Eddie.

[hwamphwamp]

random bf!ateez texts // jongho

a/n: starting with jongho as I start making these for individual members simply because he's entered my pookie roster very recently

warnings: slightly suggestive/suicidal/autistic jokes if you squint hard enough (I promise I have the trauma to make said jokes), swearing, me writing jongho as a silly little guy because he is

seonghwa | hongjoong | yunho | yeosang | san | mingi | wooyoung

ateez masterlist | general masterlist

[mittthrawnuruodo]

may we all find an evil, manipulative muse to inspire us