#excuse me but i LOVE THEM

[directionerplusgleek]

HIIII 25 for the drabble ask game pretty pleeeaasseee

love you!!! <333

❤️ Mad, you gave me an excuse for Nally 🤭

Gally had been trying to frown less. For the most part, he couldn't really help it; his eyebrows just wanted to rest that way. But he had been making an effort not to allow his confusion or irritation make his expression worse, especially since Newt had told him he looked really nice when he smiled.

Anything for Newt.

But his partner had been fiddling with his necklace - a strip of leather with rings he had carved himself threaded onto it - for almost five minutes now as they sat cuddled together on the sofa. "What're you doing?" he half-laughed, his brow settled into its familiar frown.

"One of them's missing." Newt wore a little frown of his own, shuffling on the sofa to really look, now using both hands to count the rings. "There's supposed to be seven."

Heart thumping hard against his ribcage, Gally nodded, "There are."

Newt raised an eyebrow at him. "There aren't. One's missing."

Well, this wasn't exactly the plan, but...

"You know what they're for, yeah?" Gally checked.

With a nod, Newt counted through the rings again. "You made them to represent the things you own," he hummed. "Things your dad can never take away from you."

"Yeah." Taking a deep breath through his nose, Gally gently grasped Newt's hand and guided his finger along each ring. "This one's for Chuck, 'cause that asshole can never take my bond with my brother. This one's my mind. This one's my freedom." The ring that usually followed was sitting securely in his pocket. Gally didn't draw attention to it. "This one is my friendships. This one's my woodworking. And this one-"

"Is the memory of your mum," Newt finished, nodding slowly as he thumbed over the MOM carved into the wood. "There's another one though..."

Deep breath.

"Yeah." Fishing the wooden ring from his pocket with shaking fingers, Gally held it in the flat if his palm. "My heart." Tracing his thumb around the ring's edge, he murmured, "Felt silly making it, but... it's a part of me he can never have."

Deep breath.

Holding his hand towards Newt, Gally nodded, "I want you to have it."

A short laugh left Newt's mouth. "Don't be daft," he chuckled. "I don't own your heart."

"Yeah, you do."

The mirth in Newt's eyes faded, gaze falling to the ring. "Wait... Are you...?"

Gally sat up a little more, all the muscles across his chest tense. "I can get down on one knee if you what," he whispered.

"I..." Shaking his head quickly, Newt muttered, "Don't do that, your knees are nearly as bad as mine." He wrapped one hand around Gally's wrist, eyes locked on the ring in silence. Just when Gally could feel the tension beginning to strangle him, Newt finally glanced up at him with watery eyes. "Really?" he sniffed.

Gally nodded, lifting his free hand to cradle the back of Newt's head. "Will you?" he asked softly, both staring back down at the ring.

"Marry you?" Newt checked, squeezing Gally's wrist.

"Yeah."

With a snort, Newt nodded his head. "Course I will, you twit," he half-laughed. Trembling fingers took the ring from Gally's palm and slipped it into place on Newt's left hand. "Fits," he hummed.

"As if I needed another reason to think you were perfect," Gally murmured, cutting off any of Newt's attempts at protest with a kiss. "Love you."

Rolling his eyes, Newt held Gally's face between his hands, the smooth wood of the ring resting against Gally's cheek. "Love you, too."

[naughtymoontart]

Happy Pride, this my current favourite thing ever.

https://youtube.com/shorts/lIcp0vsmM9o?si=aatITJxKicd_Heio

Also, also

[zorangezest]

give us a smile, everyone!

[tawnysoup]

Sketchpage commission for @bortort featuring some experience sharing and subsequent comforting <3

[depresed-duck]

@evelili hheyyyyy

guess who finally decided to man up n post. its me. i did. here is fanart that idk if youve seen yet. but i am proud of this one so here you gooooo!!

[gatoburr0]

The divine, one of a kind bride and the ugly ass groom.

[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.

[umblrspectrum]

infinitely funnier visuals in my head, likely because they werent subject to my actual skill level in art

[tomboxed]

jesus christ could you get any gayer

[egophiliac]

Since book 7 part 5 (the part where we meet Meleanor/Maleanor 👀) is coming to EN this month, i would love to see your take on lilia’s proposal to meleanor! i mean they were like little kids right? it couldn’t have been that serious…i think the only reason she even brought it up again is because she could tell lilia still genuinely loved her…(even if he didn’t realize it himself?) but, oh well! Let’s think about silly childhood shenanigans to numb the pain! ^_^ (orz)

oh shit?! get ready for a doozy guys, it's comiiiiiing ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I chickened out of posting the whole thing (look, I get VERY carried away when it comes to these wacky kids and their Tragedy), but I do believe that it probably ended with Lilia getting embarrassed and just shoving the first thing he sees into his mouth to try and cover for it.

(we're just lucky it wasn't a frog this time)

[hinamie]

every so often i have to relearn how to draw yuuji or he starts fighting me

[porrigens]

a thin-ice double suicide (x)

for @cryptidzero

[contagious-watermelon]

Why do I keep seeing transmascs and trans men insisting or implying that all trans men are "female socialized," or "understand the female experience," or "navigated the world as a woman." Because yeah, sure, that can be true for some people. especially if you weren't gnc at all as a kid and didn't crack your egg until well into adulthood, it makes sense.

But they don't stop at saying they had that experience. It always comes with an addendum that trans men, as a group, all can relate to this experience. I don't know about the entirety of my demographic, but I never got even a little bit of what some of them talk about. I didn't even believe that women were scared of going out at night until I kept consistently seeing them say it, online or wherever, for years. I never realized catcalling was a thing until I saw some women complaining about it on reddit.

But they posit it as some sort of, you're safer than cis men, right? You know what it's like? Which, on top of being patently, demonstrably false in the case of myself and many other trans men, holds some unpleasant and often outright hostile implications about trans women. And they always deny it, but if you can't even conceptualize someone like me who grew up gnc, and never got the bulk (or any?) of whatever we consider to be 'female socialization,' what does that say about what you think trans girls went through, growing up? I don't want to speak for them, as I've never experienced that firsthand, but I can guarantee that (if you're even a little bit obviously trans) people don't treat you like a cis kid of the opposite gender. By and large, they don't get treated like cis boys.

It just makes me mad that we're taking this inaccurate framework that (ever so conveniently) puts trans people into the box of our assumed birth gender, and trying to fancy it up and use it with a faux-progressive veneer; never mind the way that transphobes use it to bar trans women from being athletes, or using the bathroom, or having access to any gendered resources they need. It would be bad enough to try and dust it off and use it even if it were largely accurate, due to the aforementioned connections to outright transphobia, but it literally is patently false. Not in all cases, obviously, but why are we trying to revamp this untrue, inaccurate generalization and pretend that we can make it 'trans-inclusive?'

[mulderrrrrrr]

he’s telling her about the difference between green and grey aliens.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

do you think when cherik fuck all metal items in the room an maybe in the house starts to fly..... bc i do and i can't imagine what's going on with charles's powers help please

idk what happens on charles' end but this was my immediate first thought regarding erik

[nninoxasaur]

You know what I need? I need an au where Viktor, Jayce, Vi and Jinx all live in the same disgustingly messy share house and it’s an endearing fucking nightmare. The place is a mess, there are half completed experiments on every available surface, a punching bag in the middle of the living room and scribbles on the walls.

Jayce hates all the Crayola ass wall art Jinx does and Vi is adamant she needs it for emotional expression and if he tries to stop her she will break his wrist. Jinx then starts targeting Jayce’s shit specifically which he then complains to Viktor about.

Vi and Jayce argue over who gets to man the barbeque literally every time because their masculinity depends on it and Jinx and Victor just sit back and watch, amused.

Jayce is the house chef and he’s really great, but he’s also super biased to Viktor’s taste. Down to cutting the meat the way Viktor likes it which Vi thinks is sweet and Jinx complains about loudly. Jinx isn’t even eating the fucking food she’s there complaining about his beta cuck cooking while eating microwave chicken nuggets sitting on the counter.

Viktor is constantly giving Jinx constructive criticism on her work which she complains about but greatly appreciates. The Viktor and Jinx petty bitch fights are worse than the Jayce/Vi barbeque war and can go on for days. We need more of the shit they were pulling in the commune with jinx making an ableist joke and Viktor immediately whipping out the deadname.

Jinx calls Jayce and Vi bitch mitten 1 and 2 occasionally and it pisses them of. Viktor did it by accident once and Jayce was so offended.

Both Viktor and Jayce relate to Jinx with their experiences with suicidal ideation and give her some coping mechanisms to help her and Vi is so grateful she butch lesbians her way through building the two a really nice storage cabinet for some of their inventions.

Vi is not allowed to cook in the kitchen. Everyone else in the house unanimously agreed. She set the microwave on fire one too many times.

This is my season 2 copium and I will be thinking about it none stop until the sun explodes.