#genuinely WHAT is wrong with me

[murderkillmagazine]

she conc on my clave until i pope

[origami-butterfly]

It's incredibly weird being raised strictly christian, because I'll learn something new about myself and go "Great! I'm really relieved to have figured this out! No one can ever know about this :))))"

[gurokichi]

I feel so sick… bleh. Tonight sucks.

[spilledmilkfkdies]

I took one look at Duman and my brain went: MANWHORE!

There's actually a simple SCIENCE behind this!!

Behold. The Whore Gap. Seen on many male/masc characters throughout history, Winx Club especially, the whore gap refers to the little gap between the top and bottom of one's attire where bare skin is visible. Usually only a little bit of skin, separating itself from a full on crop top situation. Whether it's sluttier than that is based on several things and lots of opinions, there are no wrong answers, we're all in this together <3

The rating of whore on said gap depends on certain factors; Does it show the belly button? Does it show the hip bones? Would it realistically only be visible if the character were to raise their arms? Important things like that.

Taking a look at Duman, that is a clear case of Whore Gap. I don't think I even have to point out all the things when it's there for all to see. What I WILL say is that there's like a singular shot, mayhaps more idk, where his top rolls up further when his arms are raised. Things to think about. Points to add.

Of course in Duman's case there are multiple factors that contribute to him being perceived as a MANWHORE, mesh shirt, his piercings, makeup, waist. I just felt like. Talking about this. Sorry.

This is also why imo his rare comic appearances are not good.

Like if randomly changing his design wasn't rude enough, they TOOK the Whore Gap from him in most panels (except for like one) and I don't think I can forgive them for that. The only time I have allowed it was for Russian Winx on Ice Duman, who was given slits in his skirt for mobility and slays it hard, so it's a fair trade. Actually while collecting images I discovered that there is no need for a trade, because it's a case of 'hidden until arms are raised' gap, which is still valid.

[solivagantingrebel]

it should be illegal to feel this bad when im this 🤏 close to finishing the chapter

[blurglesmurfklaine]

I just want someone to take care of me and that I can take care of and we can make each other breakfast and then like watch stupid movies together and do our hobbies together in the same space like is that too much to ask???

[lowpawly]

got up to go to the bathroom and everything around me feels all weird and watery woooooooo

[middleagedmanyaoi]

dopamine is so fucked up i feel like im ab to have a stroke from the amount of shit i just did and im also fully out and my mind is like huh MORE drink an energy drink and take everything else. no. dumb shit. weird as hell that works. whats that one song lyric. dont do any of the shit i talk about in this song. yeah that. dont 💀LOL

[mylowmilo]

Tonight I was dancing while someone sang the Thong Song at karaoke and a beautiful woman came up behind me and started grinding on my ass. This was a very new experience for me and I am still processing it mentally. She was very soft. And so so gorgeous. She had a dress with a big slit up one side to reveal her thigh. Yeah

[ratinf3stedwallz]

Whyd i start crying bc i had to clean with a microfibre cloth

[3m3ryn]

When the girl who says she has adhd to be quirky looks at me weird when I say hyperfixations aren't fun and I desperately want to consume as much of my fixation as possible to the point of depression and suicidal thoughts because I will never be one with my fixation and being exhausted until you're finally done being obsessed. I actively avoid things I think might become a hyperfixation.

[februaryberries]

I JUST CLOSED THE APP HOW DID I GET BACK HERE WHAT-

[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.

[holyscream]

Accidentally deleting the A Record for my mail server and making it impossible for me to receive work-related emails for 2 days? Could be me.

[solaress-s]

just opened my messages to see i sent

at 3:21am

i don't think i'll ever know what i was trying to say, because what the hell

i don't remember being awake at that time so i'm assuming i woke up in the middle of the night or there's a ghost in my room and it's trying to communicate

[obsessedoverwater]

Sometimes the doomed old man toxic yoai gets so bad you just have to start writing about fucking revenge guac to get over the pain.