#i want to write but i'm fucking lazy.

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[lightningidle]

Fig's line "I don't think I'm an artist, I think I'm just a good friend" has not left my head at all. Just...

You're Fig Faeth and your horns came in over the summer and you pick up the bard class as a form of adolescent rock 'n' roll rebellion, and it works! It's exactly the outlet you need! You give a guy you just met drumsticks and you start a band and it's good enough that within a year and a half you're touring. You are, in every sense, good at being a bard.

And then, finally, your junior year, you start to take it seriously. Your art goes from an outlet and a form of rebellion to a practice. A discipline. (Can rebellion exist within a discipline?) Your classmates know what they want to do with their work. They all have a thesis statement. And yeah, there's cohesion in the music you make, but you've never had to think about why you make it. You've never sat down and dissected what it is about bass that speaks to you. You've never poured over your lyrics to pick at any deeper meaning. Why should you? You don't play music for a grand design, you do it to... huh, why do you do it?

(Your art is the one form of self-expression that feels as safe as Disguise Self does, because even if you're pouring your heart onto the page and then screaming it in front of thousands of people, it's not like you're really making yourself known. You can sing I'm lonely, I'm scared, I'm furious, and your fans will sing it right back, and there will still be the distance between performer and audience to keep your heart safe.)

Now you're being asked to look inward to explain the artistic choices you're making, and you can't help but recoil at that, because you'd rather do anything than look inward. Meanwhile, your classmates have no problem with it, so you start to wonder if you're a real artist at all. Can your art be authentic if it only exists to bolster a thesis statement? Has your art been unauthentic this whole time because you've never really thought about a thesis statement before? Is that what makes it art, and not just the next track on somebody's teen angst playlist?

You can't think about yourself— acknowledging your own existence makes you want to puke. So if your music is an extension of yourself, (and it is, even if it's just because the spotlight reveals only what you want it to,) you can't think about your music. You can't. You have to. Your grade depends on it.

You're Fig Faeth, and you keep multiclassing because you'd rather be a good friend than a great artist. If introspection is what great art demands, then fuck it. You must not be a bard at all.

[kibblz-n-bitz]

You Called?

Summary: You're sunbathing on the deck as you notice your boyfriend, the sniper of the strawhat pirates, having fun with your crewmates. An idea forms in your mind. He's more than happy to indulge you.

Warnings: Y/N being a tease, also Y/N lowkey domming Usopp, AFAB Y/N, riding, creampie, implied cum-eating at the end lol

Usopp's hands shakily hold onto your waist as you bounce on his cock. His eyes are squeezed shut, and sweat beads from his forehead from where he's trying not to cum. The two of you had just started!

Earlier, you had watched him mess around with your captain while you were sunbathing on the deck. You laid on your stomach as you watched the boys pelt each other with water balloons, biting your lip at the sight of your boyfriend's abs dripping with water. A spark lit deep in your stomach. You smirked.

"Hey Usopp, could you c'mere a sec!" You whistled him over. He paused and turn to you and Luffy and Chopper took the opportunity to pelt him with as much water as they could. He shouted at theem before grumpily stalking over to you, sopping wet. You giggled.

"Hey, Y/N! You called?" The sniper smiled at you. You sat up a little, untying the top of your bikini. You giggled at his reaction, the way his eyes widened and the way his adam's apple bobbed as he gulped. "W-what are you-"

"I need your help reapplying this sun tan lotion, my love." You purred as you laid yourself back down. Resting your head on your crossed arms, you looked back at him coyly and nodded to the bottle of lotion beside you.

"O-of course! Lemme J-just..." Usopp stammered as he fumbled with the slippery bottle before getting it open and applying some lotion to his hands. He rubbed his hands together before pressing both palms to your back, gasping at how soft you felt.

Usopp's hands glided over your back ass he applied the lotion. He's given you a few massages before, and you really did love the way his skilled hands would work out the tension in your back. The boy fell into a routine of sorts as he kneaded at your shoulders before rubbing his hands back downward. It was sweet, but...

Gentle sighs escaped your mouth as his hands worked lower. When Usopp's hands pressed on a specific spot near your tailbone you let out a moan. You smirked as you felt him freeze, hands twitching from where they were on your back. He lets out a shaky breath but when his hands continue their movements the return is stilted, too forced like he was dragging himself back to attention.

"Hmmh~... Usopp..." You breathily sigh his name. Your boyfriend grips you from your sides. He pulls away and you startle a bit, kind of worried. What if you'd pushed him too far and made him uncomfortable? You sit up a little, turning around "Hey Usopp, are you ok-" Usopp is staring down at you, and one look at his crotch told you what he was thinking about.

"Y/N, Can we..." He trailed off. A playful smile worked its way onto your face.

"Can we what, my love?" You sat up, tying your bikini quickly (so you were covered) and taking his hands into yours. He was forced to look into your eyes. He gulped as you spoke again, "Tell me what you want."

"C-can we... go to y-your room?" His hands trembled in yours, he was being such a good boy. You smiled and hummed as you nodded, placing a chaste kiss to his lips. With a giggle, you drag him to his feet and the two of you run to your room.

Nami, who was sitting nearby, watched this whole thing go down. She rolled her eyes with a fond smile before laying back on the deck.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

When you reached your room, you pushed him against the door as soon as it closed. Usopp grunted into your mouth, hands gripping your waist. It helped that you were in a bikini and he was shirtless. The feeling of his skin against yours made you whine into his mouth, and you pulled him backwards towards the bed.

Usopp let you take the lead, letting out a chuckle when you pushed him onto the bed. He sat up a bit on his elbows and you looked down down at him hungrily, hand on your hip. He laughed nervously.

"Strip." You ordered and he obeyed, rapidly hard cock springing forward. You untied your bikini, letting your tits bounce as you pulled it off of you. Turning around, you put your ass on display as you pull the rest of your swimwear off. You giggle at the way his cock twitches as you climb on top of him

"You ready hon?" You purr as you swipe some fingers through your soaked pussy with a pleased sigh. He nods and you tsk. "Use your words, Usopp."

"Y-yes, Y/N." The sniper shakily whispers. He's so hard it hurts. He loves the feeling of you taking control over him, of you using him like a toy. You're so sexy and soft in his lap.

A shudder travels up his spine as you line yourself up and sink down onto his thick cock. With a hum, you swivel your hips. Usopp sucks in a breath and his hands fly up to grip your waist. You lift yourself up and start to bounce and sway on his cock.

It takes everything in Usopp's power to not cum. To lose himself in the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing his cock like it's trying to milk it for all it's worth. His head tilts back and he moans, fuck you feel so good.

"Y'like me bouncing on your cock baby?" You coo as you bring one of his hands to hold onto one of your bouncing tits. Usopp sucks in a breath, hand squeezing your breast. "Tell me, Usopp."

"F-fuuck, you f- nghh haa- feel so.. gooddngh," Usopp whines and squirms underneath you. He starts to fuck into you, gripping your hips and meeting your thrusts downwards. "'M cl-ah! Close."

Upon hearing this, you clamp down on him, swiveling your hips and reveling in the moan bubbling out of your boyfriend. You whined, cradling Usopp's face in your hands, "C'mon baby... Give it t'me..."

His pace stutters before he stills inside of you, bitten out gasps and whines escaping his mouth. The base of your spine tingles as you feel his cock lurching and pumping inside of you, causing you to moan. Thick, warm cum dripped out of you after Usopp pulls out of ou, slumping against the mattress. The boy gasps for breath as you lay on top of him, giggling. You trace shapes onto his chest as you wait for him to find his voice.

"S...Sorry I came so fast..." The sniper pants after a moment. "You felt really... really good."

You giggle, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "It's okay Usopp." You reposition yourself so you're now sitting on his stomach. "You are gonna have to put that mouth to good use, though."

Usopp laughs before gripping your thighs, dragging you forward. You're hovering over him as he licks his lips, eyeing your pussy still dripping with his seed.

"Glad you didn't think I was done with you yet, Y/N. I'm just getting started."

Tags: @pileofmush @usopp-enjoyer

[dxxtruction]

Personally, I think the “That’s how it happened right? You standing in my blood, stroking my hair?” Was how it happened. Louis is just super detached from that headspace he was in before, and validly wanting not to have it be true that he didn’t, at one time, care about Claudia being gone, would be reasonable, and in character. Blaming Armand, partly, for why things got to be like that is correct. Though in this instance is misdirected to include things Armand did not in fact do to get it to be like that, but had, very much, done in a recent unrelated incident. He's essentially combining two events together to get it to align with his current set of beliefs. (Surely everyone's looked back on a situation before and saw it differently given time to think or feel differently about it. Get differing information, and so on. The show is directing us to that a lot, if not making it one of its major themes.)

But I say this is probably, almost definitely, the case, because Louis story beats need to be told accurately lest it take away from his character arc, as well his whole character and its complexity. Obstructing from his, very powerful, highly emotionally driven, story in a way that's frankly offensive. Armand having total and complete control over it, is bullshit. While, he does this though, to himself. Does a character armor on himself to get away from his own flaws, and role, in how things came about. Not intentionally, because it is emotional, and a lot of times just a result of blocking out that trauma. But this is something he’s seen doing often - Not remembering situations in the light in which they’re most accurate, and in so doing painting himself better sometimes, and others worse. Straight up forgetting, or overlooking information, and so never reevaluating why certain things came about until this moment. Not accurately applying the emotions of then, to the way he feels about it now, because he can't, or couldn't previously, actually remember it in that way. As he doesn't connect to those feelings, even those memories. His feelings in a lot of ways keep clouding his memories and his judgments of them.

Daniel gets at this too, where he brings up the tapes, and how Louis was basically just raving the whole time, and this story all happened differently then. It's the same story beats, yes, but it's all so emotionally different to the point where information gets completely changed around, even looked at like it's forcefully constructed to be a certain way, and not actually, therefore, accurate. Louis always tells an emotional story, and that’s important. It places him in time and continuum, in his own history as opposed to outside of it. That’s like, I think a history that can’t be overlooked, even if it's a history that's subject to change. And shouldn't history be? Shouldn't we look back on events that took place in our lives differently? Isn't that how any society grows? And why shouldn't Louis judgments be clouded by his emotions when that's the reason for most any other characters actions? Isn't that the story being told here?

[ode-of-odr]

Watching a friend play Veilguard is making me want to riot, fucking hel who animated those damn faces? It's like watching a bad voiceover.

And while beautiful I don't know if I can get over the pixar/Disney look...or the constant therapy speech. People don't talk like this...

[fandomcrazy]

This is all based on a dream I had that woke me up coughing my lungs out (not related to the dream, I've just been sick the past few days)

Hawks quirk (from mha if it wasn’t clear) being Robyn's quirk

Her apartment is in the sky (like actually I'm not even joking, it's just hanging there by pure magic) and right across from the lecture hall she takes notes from with her super vision (part of the quirk ig)

Steve becomes her roommate

Before she meets steve she's known nancy for a while now

Nancy think steve might not know Robyn's a lesbian but Robyn let's her know that "no yeha I told him everything we've been talking about this hot girl that literally everyone in town knows and how her nose is so perfect and how she's so graceful and-"

"Yes Robyn I get the point" Nancy says.

Steve up until this point just thought they were making conversation and was getting to know his potential date. His world view comes crashing down after only hearing Robyn's side of the conversation with Nancy on the phone.

Steve has a mental quirk so it doesn't outwardly show that much except for the little details around his body. Robyn doesn't know what the quirk is (neither do i honestly) and doesn’t remember to ask. Steve appreciates this and is large bonus to having Robyn as his roommate/friend(?).

Most people don't like going to Robyn's apartment because you need to activate your quirk to get there and you need to be synced up with her security feed, which takes a lot of patience and time to do. Steve feels conflicted about hearing this. On one hand it's good because that guarantees almost no one will be able to get to him here but he has to use his quirk everytime he wants to go home.

Now the rest of the Hawkins gang have all been synced up to the security monitor just in case, except for the quirkless and mutation type quirks but they still have a system for that. Almost everyone asks Robyn once in a while if she can just fly them there instead of them activating probably dangerous or embarrassing or not easily accessible quirks. No one else except robyn in the Hawkins gang has a transmutation quirk until Eddie comes along with bat wings on his back at all times. Robyn are the same in that sense, that they can both fly but Eddie can't exactly fly over large bodies of water and he's not as fast as her. No one is as fast as Robyn everyone in the party has agreed.

Robyn knows what she's capable of. She knows she could easily cheat during tests or quizzes at her university without getting caught but she just. Doesn't want to. She wants to prove to herself that she can accomplish something without resorting to taking the easy way out. If she has to bomb 3/4 of tests she takes than so be it as long as she doesn't get thrown put of the university she doesn't care. She'll work double shifts if it means getting to prove that she can do things herself. (This might or might not lead to her slowly neglecting herself and her needs, needing someone to make her understand spreading herself so thin she can barely hold her wings up in the sky is not proving anything to anyone, especially herself(Steve says all this yall, maybe less eloquently but the point gets across)). Maybe this all started from a young age when her parents expected a lot from her, expected her to solve all their problems for them (maybe financial? Idk) and it just made her more convinced to not do anything for themn, but for herself. And although, at the time, this kind of thinking was healthy, it was not sustainable in the long run after separating herself from them in the future.

Oh uhhh heros and villains don't exist, quirks and criminals exist. There is technology created that stuns a persons quirk factor and makes them immobile (paralyzed) temporarily. This technology was used on Steve as a child to make him more "docile".

I like to give as much angst to characters that I think would look hot being pathetic wet dogs-

Robyn and Nancy end up together obvi (if you didn't catch it up there, Nancy was a little jealous of Robyn talking about someone she might be interested in like that that isn't her (that was literally her who Robyn described but whatever)).

Steve and Eddie

And literally anyone else you want to ship I'm a big elmax or elumax supporter and Dustin being steddie's kid basically

Also why the fuck is nobody talking about the sass potential with Dustin and Erica friendship?? They're like copy paste stobyn but with a different font that makes them roast everyone else instead of each other

Anyway don't take any of this too seriously it only took like 30 minutes (that's a lot fo time holy shit 💀😭😭 I'm a slow writer) and no brain power because, again, I just woke up with a coughing fit that probably made me lose a lung. I should probably check on that.

Anyway, BYEEEEE

[fleetsonourgecentral]

I suddenly remember That you never told us how a meeting between Prime/Archie! Sonic and Fleetway (Amnesiac/Good) Super Sonic would go.

Also I want to read Fleetway Sonic and scourge reactions if They somehow end Up dating (I like Fleetonic and I need something to draw lol)

I imagine any meeting between Prime and Super would likely come after Prime has already had the misfortune of meeting Sonic, and subsequently had at least one (1) argument about Super. If the argument hasn't already happened by the time Prime and Super meet, it's definitely imminent. I imagine Prime would be a lot more forgiving of Super than Sonic is (partly because he just doesn't have the same baggage Sonic does and partly because he's just overall less of a dick) so he'd be sympathetic to his plight. He'd be much quicker to believe Super when he says he doesn't want to be that evil person who hurts and kills people for fun. Sonic would scoff and call him a trusting idiot, but it's not that Prime is oblivious to or ignoring the danger that Super can cause, he just doesn't believe dogpiling the guy about it will actually help his situation

Sonic's reaction to finding out they're dating would just be more "I think you're fucking stupid" or, depending on how not-awful his relationship with Super is, just a quiet scoff. He probably tells Prime that if he's soooo fond of Super, then he can take Super with him back to his dimension, but he's probably also secretly worried about Prime actually following through, because if anything goes wrong, Sonic isn't there to help stop it. Chaos energy in the fleetway dimension is fucky and corrupted; for all his bitching and "don't come crying to me if he tries to kill all your friends", Sonic doesn't actually want another universe to suffer from that corrupted energy. He definitely doesn't want the chaos energy in the prime zone to become corrupted the same way his was, either

I can't imagine Scourge has much emotional attachment to Super to care too much. Like, he sees a part of himself in Super, specifically in how both of their identities used to be tied to Sonic, but he doesn't like that he can relate to Super. He doesn't hate or dislike him, but he definitely doesn't like him, either. He just often ends up being the one Ebony calls for out of everyone else in the freedom fighters because he's the one with the least amount of history with Super, so Super doesn't put him on edge the same way he does everyone else. So if Super started dating Prime, he'd probably just make some snarky comment about weak-hearted goody-two-shoes flocking together

Ultimately, the two of them together will probably mock the relationship. They probably only find out because one of them comes home and immediately starts bitching about how "did you HEAR Super and Prime are dating now???" and then they spend an hour talking shit about them. After all, even if Sonic has warmed up to Super a little, he probably still doesn't trust him or is comfortable being around him, and Scourge is a stubborn fucker who won't change his mind about disliking Prime out of sheer spite, so neither Prime nor Super have much of Sonic and Scourge's respect

[genderless-npc]

the caballeros are one of those couples that kiss at new year's the moment the clock hits 12am .

and after kissing ( more than once ) panchito picks both donald and josé up and starts twirling them around while they the three of them laugh as loudly as possible

[devereaux]

SIMONE KESSELL as FAITH COOPER (part 3 of ? because i have no self-control) My Life Is Murder | 3.10 - Killer Fashion

[vxctorx]

[ is it really too much to ask for someone to write the granada/book version of sherlock holmes? ]

[apocalypticdemon]

tumblr's search function works so well. wish I could find the post i was looking for though.

[littleladymab]

happy "becoming essential legends" day to corran horn (release day was yesterday) we'll say this is wip wednesday content though I'm still in the middle of rewriting the opening scene to be from corran's pov instead of luke's

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Luke gestures to him. “This is Kieran, one of the first students of the school.” 

Ezra gives Corran a once-over, eyes narrowing in amused suspicion. “Sure,” he says, equally flippant and unconvinced, “and I’m Jabba the Hutt.” He offers a hand in greeting. 

“Ezra,” Luke sighs and receives a delighted cackle in response.

Corran glances between the two of them, sensing a bigger story than what is being offered. 

Luke rolls his eyes and waves a dismissive hand at Ezra. “You can ignore half the things he says.” 

“Rude,” Ezra snorts. “I’ll have you know I say very insightful and often incredibly relevant things.” 

“And the other half the time you’re making fun at someone’s expense.” 

Ezra gives Corran a knowing look as if to say, can you believe this guy? “Then point me in a constructive direction, Master.” 

Luke punches his arm. Ezra answers the gesture with a grin.

[gabsyoon]

if only i knew how to write or had the time and inspiration to I'd write myself a jeonghan smut where he's not a fucking hard dom who only degrades the reader and fucks her hard and it's always a bastard

[girlpetrarca]

I can't sleep and I'm terrified about my future

[salsflore]

been almost 3 yrs and i am still struggling with the whole mikachi first meeting thing. bye

[marvelhead17]

"You're a better employee when you keep your morale up, and sometimes you do that by reading fanfiction on the clock in between putting out your little fires."

you know you're good at your job when every single person tells you "thank god you're back"