#but i'm here for it i LOVE THEM--

[aeternxm]

❗❗❗gojo for eito pls xoxo

smooches for the muses | @hinodae ( gojo )

softly does he hum as the two of them walk side by side, fingers just barely brushing past with each step they take. the thought had crossed eito's mind many times before now to take gojo by the hand, but each and every time the opportunity presented itself he shied away. eito knew the reason for his own hesitancy, a fear deep-seated within him, one that even now, he fought hard to push down. for so long eito had sworn off love or anything even closely resembling it. he'd seen love at it's best; beautiful and effortless with enough joy to light up a room. but he'd also seen the worst of it; the aftermath of a loved one long since gone. a small child caught in the middle of it, trying desperately to pick up the pieces of a broken mother who had lost the love of her life.

eito had spent most of his years avoiding relationships, to the point that gojo was the first person he'd ever actually gone on a date with. it's almost embarrassing to admit, in fact he hasn't told gojo any of this - doesn't want to scare him off he supposes. but it's only now in moments like these that eito understands a bit more about why people fall in love despite any fears, any hesitancies they may have. because eito is terrified still, even now - but as the sun sets behind them, as gojo turns to look at him with a smile that he's long since grown to adore... he gets it. he gets why people risk it all for moments like these.

eito doesn't know much about love, not really - but with gojo... he thinks he might be willing to learn.

" why are you staring at me like that? " the question is posed with an embarrassed look on eito's face, the dark haired man turning his head to look away - only to be surprised when gojo stops him in his tracks. there's not a word spoken, and somehow that makes it that much more difficult to look the other in the eye. fate is never something he's believed in, but it's hard to maintain that stance when he'd spent his whole life thinking he'd be alone, only for gojo to stumble into his life without so much as a warning - finding a spot in eito's heart and making a home there.

gojo takes a step forward, breath hitching in eito's throat as he takes a step back in turn. it's instinct that drives him in moments like this, not fear. it's second nature for him to shy away from affection - a conscious effort to allow himself to enjoy gojo in any capacity. his back hits a tree softly, a brief flash of panic, of uncertainty as gojo closes that gap between them. eito feels like he might faint, his heart is beating so fast. but despite the panic, there's... hope. he doesn't know what the other is trying to do but he knows deep down that he would never do anything eito wasn't comfortable with.

deep brown eyes flicker to meet the other's gaze, a brilliant blue staring at him and eito thinks, if only for a moment, he could get lost in those eyes if given the chance. " satoru-- " a questioning infliction of the other's name, and it's the way gojo says his name in kind that sends him reeling.

it's not like eito has never been kissed before - of course he has. but there's something about the way that gojo approaches it that makes it feel brand new again. a hand cradling his face, the briefest of moments where they part only to share a look before diving back in. eito feels himself relax, leaning further into the kiss and inviting gojo in closer. one hand ghosts over gojo's own while the other rests on his shoulder, pulling him just that little bit closer.

eito's surprised by his own actions by the time they break apart, though still pressed close together. eito tries to say something, anything -- but the words won't form, trapped on the tip of his tongue. " i-- " he sighs softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he can't deny that gojo makes him feel a certain type of way, can't deny that he doesn't enjoy these little moments of shared intimacy. but it's a difficult thing to admit just how scared he is to lose it all now that he has it.

" if you think a kiss is going to get you out of putting up the tent tonight, you've got another thing coming. " it's eito who initiates the kiss this time around, surprising even himself. it's a peck, nothing more - but the way he lingers there afterwards, almost goading the other to kiss him... that's bold, even for eito.

" now come on, i gave you a free pass last time because you didn't know how. no excuses this time. "

[lovetositinsilence]

a moment for themselves

[literarymerritt]

Thinking about Them 🥺

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[egophiliac]

was this anyone else's first thought, or

[girlatrocity]

it's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter

inspo credits to "Veil" by @/_K0TTERl_

toga ver

[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.

[kettle-bird]

He floats through the air with the greatest of ease...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

How much longer 'til your luck runs out?

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[bonetrousledbones]

fuck it since my birthday is in like one day i'm gonna use my birthday wish to tell y'all to look at the shit going on in southern Appalachia right now after Hurricane Helene. look at it and talk about it and spread resources about it like wildfire because nobody else fucking is and it feels like we're on our own out here.

there are people who are stranded in hazardous areas that are still safer than trying to leave by driving on the increasingly hazardous roads. i'm personally going into my third day without electricity at this point, and haven't been able to get any gas for a generator to even keep our fridge working. there are very few places with power or running water, and cell service has just barely been restored in the last hour. ground crews are working hard to repair things, but there are many, many areas that are entirely inaccessible that may not receive these fixes for several more days if not weeks. i'm afraid my own neighborhood might become one of those areas if repairs don't get to us soon, and since we're much more rural i have a difficult time trying to be optimistic about it.

we're very far inland. i guarantee you damn near everybody here was expecting a little more rain and wind like we usually get during hurricane season, if they even heard about the hurricane beforehand in the first place since most people only got about a twelve hour notice before landfall- after several major areas had already been flooded. our terrain protects us from most major weather events- most locals have never encountered a single tornado or legitimate tornado warning in our entire lives. nobody i've talked to or heard from about it seems to have had any idea that it would be this bad. everybody's wishing that they took it more seriously, but we've never, ever had to before. i've seen people comparing it to Hurricane Katrina and honestly i'm not sure if that's all too inaccurate. today while looking for a single working gas station i drove by a military helicopter parked in front of the elementary school i went to when i was little.

please for the love of god, talk about us. talk about the good memories you had here or the beauty of our mountains, and talk about how devastated we are as we watch historic structures, buildings, and entire towns get wiped from the face of the earth like they were never even there. stop dismissing us as uneducated hicks and rednecks and hilllbillies and fucking help us.

r/Asheville resource/updates megathread (Asheville is the largest city in western North Carolina)

How to set up disaster roaming for cell service

WLOS Live updates

Duke Energy power outage map

WNC Landslide Map

Hotels accepting locals

Emergency shelter locations

I live in western North Carolina so all of my own resources are centered around that. If anybody from the other impacted areas has additional sources they'd like to add, please don't hesitate to do so.

[bean-spring]

Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.

Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.

You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.

"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.

"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.

I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.

Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.

Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.

[souphamsters]

I've been hopelessly fixated on drawing one (1) sweetheart butchfemme couple ... they're all I think abt ... HELP !!!

(silly lesbian ocs that I love , chae🍓and lucky🍋!!!)

[drulalovescas]

Why do this??? Why show us that Dean wanted out?? That Dean thought about quitting hunting. Retiring. That Dean wanted to LIVE. When you intended from the get go to impale him on a rusty rebar. Because "it was always gonna end like this." Because "it was supposed to end like this, right?" Because Dean „HAD TO DIE?????” What do you mean Dean would never stop hunting when you’ve literally showed us he wanted to???? What do you mean Dean wanted to die hunting when he literally said he DIDN'T??

[starwarjotta]

looking for someone on Tatooine

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[madamemiz]

cotl peekers are now available in my ko-fi shop!!

currently have the lamb and narinder, both as matte stickers with a clear backing :3

they are $6 a piece, or both for $10! US shipping is $1 and worldwide is $4, both combinable! i also have sun and moon peekers and other dca stickers and prints still available 🥳

[briarhearts-art]

resting after a long battle