#it’s a mention but. still

[fowlblue]

△ any of Them: if someone wanted to get to you, like really, truly make you give in, with emotional/ psychological torture, how would they do it?

Valentine:

“Well, aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine? Hmph… If I must. There’s not many ways one could get to me emotionally, I’m proud to say- my loved ones are anonymous and well-protected, and being myself in the public eye throughout the years has given me very thick skin, so good luck! That being said, I have some particular secrets I’d rather not have see the light of day, and if one could get their hands on them, it would unfortunately be a source of convincing blackmail… unfortunate for them, of course- I’d have them shot for it. Worse, actually, if I could manage it… I’ll give this one a 7/10, simply because it’s quite the question to be asked- are you trying to give my enemies intel? I’ll warn you once, it won’t go well for you if you do.”

Tim:

“Oh… joy. Hmm… emotionally, harming my family or my home is the obvious answer, I’ve lost them enough, I think. Not knowing if they’re alive or dead has been a reoccurring hell on my account, though I don’t think they realize it. Psychologically… well, being threatened with harm is almost as bad as the harm itself, isn’t it? The Mafiya used to light matches in my face, back then, and it was horrible… they couldn’t afford to harm me without Britva’s permission, but I didn’t know that at the time and I’ll never forget that sense of helplessness, or the memory of my own skin burning away resurfacing each time. Cold, hunger and loneliness I could tolerate well enough, in the state I was in- but something about those little matches would break through the fog I found myself in and awaken some animal terror in me… I-I’d like to stop talking about it. 9/10.”

Jon:

“Well, fuck. Uhh… shit, gimme a second. This isn’t gonna be used against me, right? You sure?… Fine. Psychologically- I mean, you can threaten me all you like, but at some point I’m gonna stop caring, probably. I get bored easily, so I don’t think I’d like being locked up somewhere much. It’d make me doubt my head a bit, seeing the same thing non-stop. Emotionally, if you wanna get to me… I mean, I don’t like people talking about how I look. I really don’t. Lotta people make jokes about the whole ‘skinny’ thing- it’s a miracle I haven’t slapped more of them, those fuckin’ assholes… I don’t like being told that I’m a horrible bastard who’d do the world a favor if he kicked the bucket. I know I’m a horrible bastard, I know I’m a shitty guy, but I’m tired of hearing I deserve to be dead… I know that already. What’s the other thing? Oh, yeah- 8/10.”

Butler:

“I shouldn’t answer this… but it doesn’t seem that I have much of a choice. Physically, there is very little someone could do to torture me and break me- psychologically, I would consider it to be the same. I was trained for years to avoid caving beneath the most horrible of circumstances, firsthand. I won’t lie- I’ve had to torture people myself, before the life of a bodyguard. But when it comes to emotionally… someone finding Juliet and harming her because of me, or, heaven forbid, killing her… I don’t think there’s any words for what that would do to me. Artemis is the same, really, but I’m ashamed to say there’s a little part of me that’s started to grow numb to his ‘deaths’. Isn’t that horrible, to hear from his own bodyguard? To suffer that kind of pain from the loss of my sister- I don’t think I could stand it…. 8/10.”

[drowninnoodles]

Heh

thanks to @hannahdra-ws for quote, its very cursed indeed.

[dendrochronologies]

maya angelou saying the funniest thing anyone has ever said about editing, which i can never let myself forget EVER AGAIN [x]

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[hoodedjelly]

my little relativity falls designs for fun

[inkskinned]

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

[applestruda]

I was thinking about impulse's lore video again

[batsyheere]

Bruce tries to adopt Ellie, who is immediately against it. She keeps throwing him off her trail and he keeps tracking her down. She's honestly concerned, and normally she would handle her problems by herself- but this is Batman.

So when Bruce gets a little too close and Ellie is just so tired... she calls for Danny.

"Mom!"

Cue college student, perpetually tired and overworked Danny "High King Phantom" Fenton appearing from the very shadows Batman normally does himself, seeing the situation and going off at this "clearly older man" chasing his daughter in the middle of the night.

Cue the most elaborate "stop trying to adopt my kid before I adopt yours" series of battles

[beldaroot]

there has been more moments than i can count in the past seven months where i felt destroyed by all the death and carnage i've seen due to the colonialism and imperialism of the world. but there was something in particular about hind's death that made me think the world would stop turning bc how could anything continue given how gruesome and inhumane her death was? and yet, the world did not stop. and i thought we were once again left to remember her story only in our minds as she became another number, as her murderers went on killing unpunished, and as her mother grieved with rage when all she wanted was to keep her daughter warm and as safe as she could manage in this man-made hell on earth.

however, hind, a girl who only got to experience her kindergarten graduation, is now being immortalized in universities across the nation. her story did resonate to the masses and we will not let her be forgotten nor forgive those complicit in her death. real justice would be having hind alive, but these students are showing that they will stop the world and burn the status quo it upholds to the ground if it means her people can truly be liberated.

[bixels]

“America has no culture” is an inherently racist statement. Especially when talking about California, which has enormous populations (yes, plural) of Hispanic and Asian immigrants.

It’s such a self report that you see the American hegemony, the American monolith, as a singularly white entity that’s worthy of scorn. I want that person to look at the Black American NYC Miku design and tell me with their full chest that that isn’t culture. Especially when modern pop culture owes so much to Black American culture — hip hop, language, streetwear and fashion, pop music, jazz — as is actively erasing their roots, saying all of America has no culture is a dumbass statement.

Also, “all the US Mikus are dressed in generic casual street style for coolish weather.” The original Brazilian Miku is wearing sunglasses, a crop top, short shorts, a bikini, and flip flops you absolute dunce. If you’re gonna be rude at least be consistent.

[rystiel]

i keep seeing people say the doctor shouldn’t have feelings for rogue because he’s married to river…? river song… who has also married multiple people… one of the most polyamorous characters in the show…?

[useless-englandfacts]

for those thinking it was all too good to be true: labour deciding to permanently keep the tories' ban on puberty blockers for under 18s

[sayruq]

[egophiliac]

queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎

I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠

[rhys-ravenfeather]

I had a vision.

[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.