#but its fucking good

[animentality]

i have a controversial opinion that will truly offend and bother most of you, but i must say my truth, may god rest my soul should i tell a lie.

i think "edelweiss" is the best song in the sound of music.

MUTING, BLOCKING, KILLING, FLEEING THE COUNTRY I will not argue!!!

[ninthtwilight]

inthink 00 and getrude is good bcs autism weirdgirls have to stick together

[tall-cryptid]

You ever get Possessed by vibes at 12:30 and then have to write an 80s dark fantasy script?

[blueskittlesart]

Dear Big Brother

kind of a sequel to this comic

[kylejsugarman]

only thing i know for certain is that if "breaking bad" took place during modern times, jesse would've used his cash to buy a drone and there would've been a sick ass sequence filmed from drone perspective and one episode cold open would've been all scary and sinister and it would end with an ominous shot of the drone laying all crushed and fucked up on the floor to imply harm done to jesse. and it would be really sad

[penny-anna]

hear me out. Dark & Back to the Future represent exactly opposite ends of the Time Travel Media Spectrum.

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[mipexch]

I WAS MADE FOR YOU // YOU WERE MADE FOR ME

[crowlixcx]

You never say what you’re really thinking.

[skapediem]

saw spiderverse twice today and pavitr prabhakar did you know that you are EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!

[vroomvroomwee]

OK OK OK I know everyone is all over sleeveless turtleneck Crowley, but for the love of God I cannot get this out of my head

(Leaves room to headcannon that he wore this after things started going to shit so that he could get his wings out more easily)

[rosemarytrash]

i MISSED this pen

[7roaches]

sorry that took like an hour i stopped to eat dinner heres my idea

[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.

[xxxairheadedangelxxx]

Your comment section is such a god damn mess of people who are taking the Barbie movie as a chance to shit down the throat of literally anyone who isn't "feminist" the right way which is absolutely insane to me and proves none of you watched it.

We get it"down with capitalism" and "feminism isn't about femininity" or whatever. Please actually watch the film. I'm not about to sit here and say it's the most perfect feminist work on planet earth to ever exist but it's still fucking good. It's core story is about how Patriarchy and Patriarchal standards seep into literally everything and harms EVERYONE not just women.

Exploring the desire to find yourself and find your place in society and not being afraid to do that no matter who you are. It's also just genuinly fucking funny.

Y'all aren't hype or cool for hating on barbie or throwing bimbos under the bus or whatever the bitter responses on this post are. You are incredibly shortsighted and need to take some time to explore femininity that exists outside of what you deem as "appropriate levels"

Give it a fun little watch knowing it's not some flawless female manifesto which quite literally no one has claimed yall are just taking the extremely positive opinions of it to mean that and then get back to me.

keep telling myself that my knee jerk response to the barbie movie hype is mean and petty and irrational and mostly based on the fact that i got bullied and excluded my entire childhood for not being feminine enough and barbies were like. some sort of Harbinger of that experience but my fucking g-d some of the things i have to read online make it really difficult to swallow down my impulse to be an asshole about it. i haven't read so many wild takes about The Power of Femininity since it was popular to claim that legally blonde is a feminist masterpiece

[naturecalls111]

unorthodox murder mystery