#lol i don't what's this.

[eunoiaaaivy]

๑ INVISIBLE STRING...

tw: bad writing, idk how i made this, fem!reader, a bit of angst, blood, mentions of enemies to lovers trope, a bit of flashbacks, hyperventilation, a bit suggestive, a bit of fluff at the end

a/n: this was another self-indulgent fic but pls excuse my poor writing. 😭

the moon shimmers down on him, the spotlight as the wind flies along his cape. his insomnia chasing him as the cold breeze continued to glide along the cold night. the sound of sea, night crickets and the buzzing filled his ears as the memories accompany him.

the echos of laughter, the laugh of his innocent days, the warmth of the touch he never wants to forget- sasuke remembers it all.

the bright smile, the warm touch, the lingering gazes, the small fights and the pouting; he could remember it all, the days where everything wasn't tormenting him.

the guilt ran free in sasuke's blood, the realization of everything as he drowns these voices in his head "you don't deserve her."

yet he knew that wasn't true. "you've hurted her." the demon in his head whisper's as he holds a frame, gazing at it as if it was going to disappear anytime. the beauty and essence of your face was all he saw, making him smile small.

"you lost her." that voice whispered in his head again, this time hitting a bullet. sasuke's smile falters a bit, like a child who realizes life. "you gave her pain." continued the demon running around his head, feeding his turmoil and starting the killing of happiness.

sasuke slowly puts the frame down, a gloved hand clutching his head as he tried to drown this stupid voice in his head. breathing ragged, forehead dripping with cold sweat as he fights his inner demons, he felt like he was fighting for his dear life.

it felt like one of those wounds he could never close, bleeding and filled with pain as the voice whispers on. "stop this silliness. you can't be with someone you've scarred."

"stop! stop it!" he whispers to himself, no sigh of relief left his mouth as he tries to kill this demon of his. sasuke could still hear the way it taunted- tattering his heart as his memories went back to a series of reverie.

the demon stops, yet he feels like his gut is being re-arranged as the scene of him- in his younger days- driving a chidori near your neck, where your jugular could be. sasuke can still remember that small smile you had. blood splurged on his hand, eyes widened with the sharingan activated and the sensation all so familiar to him as you whispered three words he never heard of.

"i love you." you muttered out, pavement becoming red, the wild sounds of water reaching his ears as you took the blow for sakura. sasuke retracts his hand, catching you as you breathed heavily and pressing pressure to stop the wound from bleeding.

"hey! keep your eyes open [name]! don't play this game with me, you've won already! stop it!" sasuke frantically shouted as kakashi stood in front of sakura, shielding her as the scene unfolded all to greatly to them- when did your relationship progress like this?

for all they knew, you hated each other to the guts. they would expected him to laugh- one like of those madman's howling laughter.

not this scene, sasuke shedding a few tears as blood spilled from the side of your neck and him pressing on it to stop the wound.

sasuke's chest heaves up and down, mangekyou sharingan activated as he remembers everything. the sensation, the guilt, the warm trickle of blood, the tears he was shedding- the begging of you to not die out on him.

he remembers it all too well, like the first fall of snow that touched his skin with warmth radiating off from you as you hovered over his lips. the mutterings of promises, the howling of laughters sweet as honey, and the taste of your lips.

the intimacy of it all felt so amazing- the fleeting feeling of just knowing that both of you knew of this. the privacy only known to him, you and the world sent warmth through his cheeks like a warm, pristine, visit to the sand village with no hindrances.

the immaculate sensation of his head throbbing was insane, it was like the feeling of panicking over the wound he inflicted all over again was new. it felt like yesterday, as the moon shines it's beautiful light on his handsome face.

sasuke's been holding for so long, hissing as his head throbbed- the demon in his head cackling at his doom.

yet a warmth he's so familiar with, one that his sharingan can't top, pulled him out from the demon drowning him; defeating it with just a flick of warmth from the touch alone.

he can no longer hear the demon roaring with laughter, screams of agony was all he heard as his demon dies pitifully in his head. sasuke's sharingan died down, reverting back into his onyx gaze.

he could feel the warmth seeping from the hand that's cupping his face, breathing coming to slow down as the amity filled more of sasuke's senses to which successfully calmed him down.

you stared at him in worry, eyes gazing over his crouched state while rubbing a thumb over the apple of his cheeks. "what happened sasuke? why are you up so late?" you asked him in a soft tone hinted with agitation.

the moon coated your skin perfectly, the wind reading his thought of you looking so beautiful in your night gown yet the frown etched on your serene face broke him out of his thoughts. "i couldn't sleep so i went out for a walk." sasuke briefly answered, his hand coming out to touch yours on his face.

as if reading what was destroying his sleep, you sighed out lowly, hand reaching out the one that hovered yours and giving it a short kiss. "it's all in the past sasuke. im alive, you're alive. you don't have to go back, it wasn't your fault you chidoried my neck. i chose to sacrifice myself. don't blame yourself, okay?" you coaxed out, like a warm breeze and wind meeting his skin.

sasuke stood silent for awhile, trying to calm his raging thoughts. after awhile he finally spoke, "i know, but i can't help but feel guilty." he said in a murmur.

"oh dear, you don't have to. i understand you, but if you continue to think about it you won't be able to sleep." you whispered while caressing sasuke's face, placing a small peck on his forehead. retracting from the small peck, you kissed his wrist where his pulse is.

"you're alive. so am i. you don't have to worry alright? you could even kiss my wrist if you really need it." and so sasuke did, he kissed it to reassure himself. over and over, like how he did with your lips on the night he left. at that time it was to reassure you that he will be safe and that he'll come back. but right now...it was to reassure himself you were alive and not part of anything his demon whispers to him.

and you were alive.

alive like the day he kissed you so gently under that wisteria tree, banter on something stupid long forgotten already. he kissed you like there was no tomorrow, like the rays of the sun wouldn't reach you anymore.

alive like when he saved you from madara, from being stabbed as if his life depended on it.

you fought as kids, like one of cats and dogs, yet made an oath under a serene moonlight. the weight of the world and the burden of being apart- it felt weird.

alive like that one encounter you both made in the middle of the forest after a year he left konoha, shock-ridden with a gleam so bright. sasuke didn't know if it was adrenaline or out of impulse, he did. he kissed you- a kiss so passionate, so tender and filled with longing.

it felt natural, out of everything why did kissing you had to be it? it was like a string tied you to him. strings of fate and strings of gold. he felt pulled either way, the way his heart beat pulsed through his chest when he sees you, the giddy feeling in his vein.

the love that conquered his hatred.

who knew all along there was an invisible string tying you to him?

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[faggotisaacfloofs]

the person who helped today when I fell out of my wheelchair actually did a really great job, so I want to share in case other people wonder what to do. [Note: this is not universal, this is merely a suggestion from one person, every wheelchair user's needs are different! I am a person who uses a manual chair usually pushed by someone else who is also disabled.]

Scenario: you see someone in a wheelchair fall out of their chair, and you have the ability to help.

1. Approach and ask "are you okay?"*

2. Next question if they say no, are vague, or open to continuing conversation** is, "is there anything I can do to help?" Or "what can I do?"

If they say no to help, then that's the end, just leave and go do whatever you were doing!

If they ask for help or say they are mildly injured, ask "what would you like me to do?" And wait for an answer before doing anything! If they seem dazed or confused, they might have hit their head or had another medical event*, or they might just be like that due to regular disability. Be patient.

Do not touch the person unless they say to, or they are like, unconcious in the middle of the road, ya know?? Wheelchair users usually have conditions that mean being handled improperly can severely injure us, you could cause much more damage than the fall.

Some things they might need you to do:

Bring their wheelchair closer (mine went about 5 feet away after it dumped me)

engage the brakes of the wheelchair

hold wheelchair steady if it's an unsteady surface (mud, hill, ramp, wet, etc)

offer an arm for them to hold onto to get up (them grabbing you, not you grabbing them) or move another solid item closer for them to use (i.e. a chair) [only do this if you physically have the ability to!]

If the terrain is rough (i.e. a parking lot), they *might* ask you to push their chair to a more stable area once they are back in their chair

nothing

Something else

Do what they ask, NOT what you think would be helpful. If for some reason you have to do something (i.e. you can't stop oncoming traffic and need to get them out) ASAP, tell them what you plan to do

Keep in mind they might also be D/deaf, have a communication disability, be stunned after the fall, have a head injury, not trust other people, etc. Be patient and treat them as a person with autonomy and agency! They might need to just sit on the ground for a few minutes to recover before trying to get back in their chair. They might want everyone to leave them alone. They might ask you to call someone specific. Their chair might have broken and that can be extremely distressing. All of this is like if your legs spontaneously stop working when you're out and about!

A lot of wheelchair users (NOT ALL) have ways to get into their chair on their own once the chair is close enough and brakes engaged (but it's hard from the ground!). Here's what brakes look like on a lot of manual wheelchairs, in case they ask you to lock the brakes. They're levers on each side and pushing the lever pushes a bar against the wheel to hold it still.

ID: A manual wheelchair with the brake levels circled in red and labeled "user brake levers"

*There is also the possibility of course that a person fell out of their chair due to a seizure or other medical event, so that is why it is important to ask if they are okay. If you saw them hit their head, tell them so. If they had a medical event, follow protocol for that, I'm not gonna get into it here (thought I could).

**sometimes a person will be clear after the first question i.e. "I'm all good thanks" clearly means they do not need you to ask another question, you can just leave them alone. Keep walking and don't stare. A lot of the time people will be a bit banged up but be totally fine and able to manage on their own.

TLDR: Ask the wheelchair user if they're okay, then what they need, and then do exactly that, including leaving them alone. Thanks!

[gothamite-rambler]

That was actually a good deed, Jason.

Jason Todd walked over to Bruce Wayne scrolling through photos on his phone. He tapped the man on the shoulder.

Jason: You want baby pictures of Damian?

Bruce spat out his coffee in shock. Jason chuckled.

Jason: You have to pay me.

Bruce (frantic): You better not be lying to me because if you have baby pictures of him I will pay you whatever price you ask.

Jason: Um okay I have about 10 I can give you now so $10,000 for each one.

Bruce: Stay there, gotta get my phone and I'll transfer the funds to your bank account.

Bruce ran out of the room leaving Jason Todd with Alfred watching the entire interaction, impressed.

Alfred: Jason, how did you get baby pictures?

Jason: Remember, I knew about his existence before Bruce ever did. I visited the kid for the first 9 years before Bruce found out about him. Talia paid me to take photos of him for memories.

Alfred: That's very wholesome of you.

Jason (confused): I said Talia paid me.

Alfred: Money or not, you did a good deed. Now Master Bruce can have a few photos and trust me, he's been begging Talia for baby pictures for years. Be proud of yourself.

Jason smiled.

Jason: I appreciate you saying that.

Alfred: I mean every word of it. You're welcome.

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[benevolenterrancy]

poor Liu Qingge is really going through it in the succubus extra, he just had to go and get a crush on the most oblivious man alive

"Younger than me... we had a rocky start... completely devoted.... often together.... saved each other..... peerless beauty..... outstanding talent.... noble blood.... totally in love with me...... Wow what a weird love fortune! Definitely doesn't match anyone in my life!" says Shen Qingqiu while actively sitting next to one of the two men it perfectly describes

[acorviart]

made myself a little porcelain latios

the clear glaze sadly crazed but it adds a little ✨ pizzazz ✨

[artist-rat]

some epilogue vibes (an excuse to draw some hugs. and my durge so many times)

[forgettable-au]

CHAPTER TWO | The Scientific Method

FORGETTABLE-AU (page 73-77)

* His brother is annoying.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[paintpanic]

Long-term warning message.

[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.

[swampybogg]

[theabigailthorn]

"Good" Acting

i have a theory that a lot of people say acting is "good" when they're emotionally moved by it, and a lot of cishet white people have a lifelong habit of not listening or empathising when minoritised people speak, so minority actors get called "bad" even when they display some pretty fucking amazing technical skill

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[almondcroissantsandink]

watching gravity falls for the first time at the request of my little sister and i just watched a tale of two stans and CRIED