#if it isn't it should be

[jamskateable]

oh yeah baby fuck his helmet

funny that tumblr should go down right as i want to fucking post something. how convenient.

[anonymous-hopeful]

hcs.... for.... izaack and francis...... pls.... they make me sick..... in a good way.....

I too am on the Izaack and Francis train, we can be ill together, my fellow Anon.

Headcanon below!

Francis fanon aside, most people can agree that despite his tired eyes, generally disinterested mood, and dry manner of speaking, he's got some quality about him that radiates pure magnetism. Granted, he doesn't know that himself- he just thinks he looks like any other guy- but he's got that "it" factor that attracts anyone.

This includes the big buff news reporter that just so happens to live one floor underneath him.

Izaack himself is all about his looks- he's spent forever working towards his current physical form and takes a considerable amount of time in the bathroom in order to make sure he's as handsome as he can be before leaving his apartment. There's no tooth that goes unbrushed, no hair that goes uncombed, and yes, that is gloss on his lips, thank you for noticing.

...so how come the guy that lives directly above him, the guy that rolls out of bed every morning looking like the world's most sleep deprived rat, looks at him once, goes "Mmmm hello", and makes his heart nearly burst out of his chest.

For Izaack, it was basically love at first sight, and up until they got together, he'd go more than out of his way to make sure he and Francis somehow bumped into each other despite living on two completely different floors. His love language is essentially physical touch and yapping about how excellent of a partner he'd be all the while trying to not expose how nervous he actually is.

Yes, other neighbors have caught this. Yes, they know exactly what he is.

Francis knows too, so imagine Izaack's shock and delight upon hearing Francis ask him out first. He froze immediately and as soon as he finally realized what was going on, he proudly proclaimed that of course Francis would want to ask him out- "You must've been swayed by my charming good looks!"

While this isn't wrong, Izaack's more than vocal about how he feels about the milkman, and makes it a point to always shower Francis with compliments whenever they're together. Francis tries to reciprocate on his end as well, but in the reporter's mind, the fact that Francis felt the same in the first place is the biggest compliment he could ever receive.

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[ribbittrobbit]

these kids are incredibly stressed out

[ayo-edebiri]

The response has been beautiful - like I can’t tell you how many wonderful messages I received from people who are openly queer and people who are not openly queer, which has been really amazing for me to see. I’ve received messages from firefighters who have said, “I’m not out and seeing this means the world to me.” I could never in a million years of expected to be getting those messages, so it’s very humbling and just a really amazing experience for me to get to be a part of that.

Oliver Stark for Forbes

[tempo-takoyaki]

"Are you satisfied yet?"

[somewhereincairparavel]

credits to @aroaceleovaldez for generously revealing the font name i had so much fun w this (the fonts called 'centaur')

[go-learn-esperanto]

I see so many people starting to use Threads as a way to escape Twitter and yes, it's owned by Facebook's CEO and giving Facebook the monopoly of social media is bad but I think we should also talk about the fact that, you know, Threads isn't avalibe in the EU for privacy reasons????? That should be concerning to EVERYONE

[canisalbus]

*carefully picks you up and peeks into your conch snail shell*

Ehm... Sorry to bother, but... Could we, maybe, possibly... see Vasco's wife and her lover pictured by your hand? Sorry again, thank you for listening. Take care.

*delicately lays you back into the water to prevent any stress or dehydration*

Unfortunately I don't have her lover figured out yet, but I think Ludovica looks something like this:

[siggiedraws]

sonilver week - gardening

[keplercryptids]

i just think that, most of the time, you really do need to teach people how to love you. and equally, you need to be taught how to love others. this can feel scary and hard and even like a failure, especially if you're approaching a relationship with trauma - shouldn't it be easy to love me? yeah ofc. but love is an act of translation between people across experience, geography, culture, memory. it's constant, purposeful translation. and though it can be hard, there is real joy to be found in the teaching and learning of love.

[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.

[dustgeonmeshi]

part 2 of izutsumi meeting chilchuck's daughters

possibly more to come...i still have ideas. feel free to tell me your hcs as well!

part 1 | part 2

[pangur-and-grim]

it is kinda spooky to know that my pain isn't in my head, if that makes sense? like after my MRI my rheumatologist said "yeah, your hips and spine are being corroded by your immune system," so now when I wake up and have trouble walking it's like......hm......the corrosion.....