#but I really like it anyway

[artist-issues]

I want you all to know that secretly, in my heart, when Harry said "Maybe she fell in love with Sirius" after thinking about Tonks' mysterious four-legged Patronus, I thought to myself "be better if she fell in love with Lupin."

I mean, poor Lupin. Lost all his best friends, one of them a betraying murderer. Then, right after he ALSO loses Dumbledore, I learn

Oh, Tonks IS in love with him! LUCKY GUESS! There IS somebody left alive who can care about Lupin in a close personal way!

HURRAY. Where's all the fanart?

[woa-for-shades]

A Darker Shade of Magic, Part XIV - CH I - V. E. Schwab

Kell nodded and led her to the courtyard wall. He made a mark on the pale stones and dug the Red London coin from his pocket. And then he pulled Lila close, wrapped his broken body around hers, and tipped his forehead against hers.

"Hey, Lila," he said softly into the space between them.

"Yeah?"

He pressed his mouth to hers for one brief moment, the warmth there and then gone. She frowned up at him, but did not pull away.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"For luck," he said. "Not that you need it."

And then he pressed his hand against the wall and thought of home.

I don't know why, but I feel like I wanna cry every time I look for too long at this scene. Idk if it's because I'm really proud of how it turned out or if it's because this is the end of book one. Who knows? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Did I change the "he led her to the courtyard wall" to "she helped him get to the courtyard wall"? Yes. This how I imagined, so fuck the original description.

I'm thinking about fixing some mistakes of the second scene that I made and repaint the second panel of the first, because I look back at it and I just can't like them that much 😩. I'll update it when I get the time to do it.

Also, updating my critic about the fashion description in the books: I'm rereading it again and I noticed that in the very beginning V. E. explains how, not only fashion but life itself, works in Red London, with constant changes along with the seasons. So, I take back everything I've said before and I was pretty correct by pointing that they live in a different world, so fashion may be a little more advanced than in ours. Realizing it also helped me to get more confidence on my designs of their clothes, so from now on I'll be mixing fashion of the beginning of the 19th century with fashion of the end. I think it's looking pretty good from what I've done so far.

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

that article going around abt firefox's new ad program is annoying bc it's phrased as though "mozilla has finally TURNED on its people and is SELLING YOU OUT for cold hard cash!!" when. that's not what's happening. it is specifically being implemented to discourage tracking behavior, and literally all the data they are giving to advertisers is aggregate and anonymized, which is like, the opposite of what that post wants you to worry about, lol

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

as an aroace person with limited sexual experience, no interest in watching porn, and poor sex ed as a teen, there IS something simultaneously funny and vaguely tragic about being 28 adult years old and realising how extremely tiny your frame of reference is for genitalia and deciding you should expand this to better understand bodies (yours and others). and then you're just there like "okay so what the fuck do I even google right now, anyway"

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[s0up1ta]

toxic yaoi or something idk i haven't watched gravity falls

[carouselcometh]

Devastating! Art museum gift shop doesn’t sell prints of specific and unpopular painting that struck a cord with you!

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[beebfreeb]

[kiwi]

anybody else feel that being human is like being a long-time syndicated cartoon character watching the world get more complex while your own design stays the same until youre incongruous with the reality around you??

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[hinamie]

10 years later

[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.

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

[geezmarty]

anyway I started playing aai