#easy ink

[inkz123]

Sparkle sparkl✨✨✨

[inkskinned]

one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.

the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.

like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.

but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.

so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.

i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?

but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?

sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?

and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.

nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.

the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!

and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.

[fl00mie]

idk what kind of ink is this but i liked it

[95nasty]

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[keuwibloom]

Inktobertale 2023 day 12: Hoodie

I like to imagine that Ink wears a variety of colorful comfy hoodies and jackets (that may or may not be stolen lol) during his downtime

[somegrumpynerd]

Part 1 of my au where Dream and Nightmare decide to finally try and reach a truce and stop their war

Next part

[archived-yiptsu]

*takes you by the hand* come with me. I'll show you a world of platonic error & ink dynamics which don't rid error of his haphephobia

[ghoulgeists]

Woah.... Boy & Son

[thepersonalwords]

When we believe in ourselves, everything becomes easy and possible.

Debasish Mridha

[inkz123]

Day 16: Forbidden (frosting)

[inkskinned]

today i love the red metal crane in her long neck arching her body over the boston skyline, which means i am okay for a moment. when i am unwell, everything is a little ugly. i always tell myself look for the beauty but when it is bad, i will look at birds and sunsets and little ducklings and feel absolutely nothing.

when my brother got his puppy, i was in a deep depression. what kind of monster isn't affected by a puppy. i was gentle and kind to her - i just didn't have an emotional reaction. she's five now and i feel like i spend all of our interactions apologizing to her - i don't know why. i just didn't feel anything. how embarrassing. i feel like if i admit that, i'll seem cruel and jaded. it comes in waves. like, two months ago when i went out into the world - it was like that. life behind a pane of stormglass. a firework could go off over your head - nothing. like dead skin, no reaction. not to ice cream or rainbows or baby chickens. life foggy and uninteresting.

i love goslings again. i love their little webbed feet splayed over grass. i love good food and live music and long walks. i like puppies. i feel like some kind of my soul has been starved - i keep staring at everything with wide eyes, trying to burrow the sensation into my stomach. it's real. beauty is real. when it's bad again, remember this. i stop and smell the flowers, feeling cliche in the moment. i like the white-to-red ombre of my neighbor's roses. i like colorcoding and yoga and cold drinks. i try to pass my hands over every moment, feeling like i'm squeezing joy out of every instant. remember this. for the love of god, it's real - just remember this.

[rinnarains]

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Oni ni Kanabo! (my first time experimenting with physical screentone!!)

I thought the rough media look suited her(the manga master) for this one so intentionally left parts of the original sketch... but here's some cleaner scans anyway!

...and also a photo of her on my work table!!

[penofwildfire]

Still not over Chen making his daughter get a cult tattoo. Fuckin shithead.

[alyimoss]

thinking abt fresh and ink's relationship again.

neither of them care too much abt the concept of loyalty (or, rather, they do, but their loyalties lie almost exclusively with themselves), which leads to them not expecting loyalty from each other. despite referring to each other as friends and spending time together and helping each other out and even occasionally confiding in each other, neither would be surprised or betrayed or blame the other if they were to go against them.

and they have a lot of connections across the multiverse (sometimes in strange and unlikely places and people) due to their respective circumstances. so id imagine them having to fight against each other isn't exactly uncommon. and yet because this is not a betrayal to either, they go right back to being buddy-buddy after (well, unless they seriously injure each other, i guess. they can hold grudges but they generally get over them and go back to how things were)

anyway all that being said, i got struck with the thought of like- nightmare having to fight ink, and he recruits fresh's help without telling him hed be fighting ink and he expects there to be a lot of negativity—hes forcing two friends to fight each other, after all—but no. nothing. they just. fight.

and hes confused as hell.

"arent you two friends?? arent you allies??? why dont you feel anything????"

anyway yeah he learns not to expect anything from those two

[moonchildsthoughts]

I spun around you like the world

You danced around me like heaven

Stephen Sanchez, Please Don't Go Home Yet, Easy On My Eyes, 2022