#genuinely... thank you

[melancholy-ember]

i think i mentioned it to you once but i want to say again how much i love these nuances of lucy — she's drowning. maybe… literally. the same time that the love she feels for kate is her lifeboat vest it is also the strange, chaotic and frightening immensity of an ocean. ironically, kate and the sea are two things that, at that moment and according to your fic, lucy is afraid of. it's beautiful.. fuck, it's all beautiful. painful, yes, but painfully beautiful. god pls! :( i don't want to think about your fic ending hahahaha BUT i am soooo here for whatever you write and missed moments or interludes will be welcome and i'll love to read.

You have absolutely hit the nail on the head. Home run. Slam dunk. Touchdown. Whatever other sports analogies there are because that’s all I’ve got!

Lucy is very very much drowning in her feelings, because she doesn’t know how to process them. All she could focus on at the hospital was the relief that Kate was alive, and every time she stepped into that room it was a reminder of how close she had come to losing her—pair that with their last disastrous interaction right before Kate ended up getting shot and that’s a lot of guilty/fear/worry/pain/love mixed together. Kind of hard for the anger to truly surface in that situation, and then you add in that Kate got hurt saving a little boy and it just magnifies everything.

But Kate’s not in the hospital anymore. And Holden is gone.

There’s no more distractions from the anger/pain/heartache, and adding in a trigger—more on that in upcoming chapters—Lucy is essentially a ticking time bomb of repressed feelings. Those emotions can only be shoved down for so long.

As for FTAHT’s ending, if I stick to my plot line—which I’m doing really good about so far!—we’re like... maybe a third of the way there? Maybe a little bit more than that? Not quite halfway. There is still plenty coming, and honestly with how much support it’s gotten (seriously, I’ve been absolutely overwhelmed with the love, it’s like the biggest motivator in the world so thank you guys so so much), I’m definitely going to open up prompts for it when the main fic is finished. I don’t see it “ending” for quite a while!

[redpapercraness]

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

[bluegiragi]

left on read.

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last year i finally read "all that's said in the low light" by headlocket which i feel like has developed its own reputation by now, but just in case you don't know - it's kind of known in the fandom as a massive tearjerker. As promised, I cried buckets over it and it left an enormous impact on me.

I drew this comic (after getting permission from headlocket) as a what if on a situation in chapter 12, where Simon goes through a period of radio silence from Johnny after essentially giving him his blessing to date other people, the utter clown. We only see it from Johnny's side, who is really going through it, but the mental image of Simon staring at a slew of his own unread messages really stuck with me...did he think this was it? That that shitshow of a conversation he had with Johnny might've been the last they ever had? What if Johnny just never responded to him again? Did he regret giving him permission?

bonus - simon's forlorn and temporarily one-sided conversation:

[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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[jaxihammer]

I want to take a moment to appreciate the absolute love and attention to detail that went into Sam Black/Britain/Butler's art for Season 2

Obviously Sam is insanely beautiful and the fit is EVERYTHING.

But specifically? Look at her knees. The way her thigh fat kind of rolls over her kneecap.

Look at the way her thighs are rendered so they look like cellulite instead of being perfectly smooth.

Look at her double chin.

Sam Butler isn't just big and beautiful. She is FAT. And beautiful. She's fashionable, she's famous, she's stunning, and she's allowed to be Capital F Fat at the same time.

Not to mention, she's a TTRPG character. Danielle could have made her look like anything, and she CHOSE to let Sam be fat. In a fantasy world where you can be anything and anyone you want, Danielle Radford chose to play a fat character.

As a fat guy, Sam holds such a special place in my heart. The level of respect and love for her, both from the players at the table and the fandom at large, is such an incredible feeling.

[zorangezest]

1/3

here we go! the longest comic i've ever drawn and one of my favourite things i've ever made! and it's. for this crack transformers au. what have i done. ive spent so long on this

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[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.

[villainsheroes]

“i can fix her” final boss

[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%

[nova-rpv]

You draw shadow so fucking cute i love it ok thats all *skitters away*

tthamk u, have this

based on this post by the official pusheen account

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

The penultimate part of my story, The House of Glass. Tintin's investigation hits a wall. Follows directly from this!

If you're enjoying this comic, please consider donating to Eyad, he is a father of four trying to evacuate his family from the Gaza strip. His wife Amal, and their kids, Sami (11), Mohammad (9), Sarah (7) and Saad (5) are currently in a displacement school in the Zaytoun area. Eyad has been separated from his family, and is currently living in a tent in the Dier al-Balah area.

His blog is @abosamisblog

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm not going back to Gusu with you.

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