#i am suffering here

[chamiryokuroi]

I want to read a fic for a rareship but all I can find is HP AUs or modern settings because this ship was part of a very popular multifandom crossover in the 2000’s

[4525yaoi]

fanart i drew of harry having a period cramp

based of this

[laracrofted]

when are we going to talk about the rising cost of needing a fun beverage at least once a day?

[cryoverlife]

I love the land of stories and a tale of magic but they do Not line up.

The plot holes guys

The snow Queen is dead so why is she alive? How?

What the heck Xantheous doing? He’s suppose to be ruling demons with his boyfriend who was never mentioned.

Why were all dragon made to be extinct when there was a whole little story about they shouldn’t be killed and aren’t actually bad they’re just subservient?

The relationship between witches and fairies? Like what went wrong there?

Alchemist??????? Never mentioned.

Like I know that atom was written after tlos, but like it would’ve nice if Chris had kept it consistent.

[pardonmydelays]

i need encanto demos.

[mixmangosmangoverse]

Uggghhh why is character design so hard

[the-abyssal-system]

System culture is having a good joke and wanting to make a post about it then forgetting what you were going to say

[wifeeaterbutch]

why. Am. I. So. Turned. On.

[tadbitfooled]

friend got done with the fight and I was talking about the romance scene...But like. Soft faces?? love them. I just love the expressions in this game in general.

[qtubbo]

What is with mcrp and mpreg free us all

[wagahai-da]

every day i start to more seriously consider making a gofundme for to afford girlfriend-visiting tickets

[kkoongie]

I get 5 days off work and suddenly I feel like depression doesn't have a hold on me anymore lol. Anyways next week it's back to 40 hours

[frilledshark-enthusiast]

my nose is so stuffy

is this hell

[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.

[sleepysnk]

it’s kind of a crime that hanma isn’t here rubbing my stomach 🥲 my cramps r so bad rn

[pearlescentmoon-enjoyers]

Beach Pearl part 2 electric boogaloo

Today she is PebblescentMoon