#genuinely thanks

[tumble-witch]

A ladrien thingie I never finished

[sardonic-the-writer]

I don't know if this counts but I headcannon that the 10th doctor was one of the happiest, saddest, and most human iterations of himself.

Even before his human self was created, he was one of the most human of the doctors. He felt less separated from humanity, more connected to both the brighter and darker aspects of his personality.

This can be especially seen when he turns himself human using the pocket watch, even after turning back he feels connected to the version of himself he had been. Feeling connected to the false life he made for himself, but giving it up in the end becuase no matter how human he wants to be he just can't ever truely achieve that.

Now that's all sad shit, but it's also happy. He was one of the doctors that was the most connected to his companions. One of the ones who truely understood where they were coming from and didn't just shut down their questions and wants.

Even going as far as to save a family from Pompeii at the request of Donna becuase she was right. They could, so why shouldn't they? He gave into his more human wa to, desires, and feelings. And while that ended in lots of heartbreak, it also gave him a pot of joy in the moments and happy memories.

Also happier thing that's canon, did you know that on a deleted scene the doctor gives a piece of the tardis to rose and human 10th? That's becuase the tardis is grown not built, so basically rose and human 10 get to explore their universe together. <3

I think this is one of the reasons David Tenants portrayal of the doctor was one of the larger loved ones. Not only was he goofy and fun and not a bad sight to look at, but he also resonated with the viewers of our universe and the humans of his. Built a connection. Yeah sure technically Ten is Nine and Eleven and all that, but there's a reason we call him Ten. I don't know. Something about him as a character is so important to me.

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

I just wanna say I adore your blog so much ! The darker themes are so so perfect AND AHHHH ITS JUST SO GOOD !! 💙

Oh my goodness, thank you so much!! That really means a lot to me!!

[stuckinapril]

I could get over anything as long as I have something new to be obsessed with

[tentacleteapot]

solved the paradox of the ship of Theseus btw!! turns out the answer was “it depends”. hope that helps, have a good weekend everybody!

[redpapercraness]

all four of my sonic 3 movie trailer redraws in one spot 🫡

[lesbiancatgirlposting]

was scrolling and saw the one tag and yes! tummy bulge is real! and holy fuck it's hot

oh my god…. 😳💕

ive had a couple people come tell me this and tysm /gen

listen I don’t know a lot of things and I’ve mostly seen art/drawing porn so it’s hard to tell sometimes

[hollis-art]

they can be best friends. they can be lovers. whatever they are, i am rooting for them

[thebibliosphere]

I don't want to post it because the person was trying to be mean, and I don't want them getting dog piled, but telling me I have "the most Tumblr accent in your writing" is so fucking funny because worstie, of course, I have a Tumblr accent. I've been here since the beginning.

I'm not trapped in here with you, you're trapped in here with me.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny finally meets FNAF tape girl in person...

[umblrspectrum]

so like is it specifically planets the solver craves or can it get by with just eating dirt off the ground

[magicicephoenix]

Sun you wont believe it something crazy just happen wait crazy i was crazy once-

driving sun crazy insane!! ft. everyone’s lovely reactions 💕

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[klaunee]

I drew this over a year ago but I guess now is the time to post it.

[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.

[hellsitegenetics]

HEY CONGRATS??? ON BEATING ONE-TIME-I-DREAMT??? YOU DID IT???

i was asleep when this went down so you cannot imagine my surprise when i looked and found that we won by a margin of less than 1%

[egophiliac]

Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point

(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)

Have a nice day !

you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...

(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")

all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.

(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). 😔 honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.

(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)