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[thefootnotes]

pretty theme!!!!

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[anxeious]

hi, sorry for bothering you and good morning/afeternoon/night!

i saw that you received an anonymous ask about a post involving a "nazi dog whistle" and it worried you, this post in particular explains more in depth about the topic and talks about its use with neurodivergent people

https://www.tumblr.com/onethirdofimpossible/726829590062006272/hello-friends-theres-a-dogwhistle-ive-seen-used?source=share

as an autistic person myself, i've used this term before without knowing it had such a meaning, but i understand that many of us use terms that already exist and already have some meaning behind because it also explains things we experience, without bad intentions behind our personal use, so i know you had absolutely no bad intentions sharing a post with that term because you didn't know, and there's no need to worry, every day we learn new things, right?  

if you couldn't find your reblog in question, here it is: 

https://www.tumblr.com/anxeious/754923578280099840?source=share

(at least i believe that's what the other anon referred to)

i love your blog, i think your posts are incredible and your reblogs too, you are a sweet person <3 also sorry for any typos and word salad, english is not my first language so i still use the translator a lot

hi thank u so much for the explanation! i'm assuming the original ask was in reference to the pic a posted w the background being a stuffed animal cat and the text saying something along the lines of "me pretending i'm not actively noticing patterns" which i had posted a few months ago assuming it as ab autism. i've decided i'm gonna take the post down. thank you so much!!!

[chiisana-lion]

[minjimunji]

I drew Asian percabeth lol

Every time some racist loser complains about how my Percy and Annabeth “aren’t book accurate,” I will design a different version out of spite (and bc it’s fun 🥰)

So fuck it, Annabeth’s Indian and Percy is Korean

[ashrayus]

more of them lets goo!!!!

[fenneqy]

super late doodles but fionna and cake was very good

[disgustinggf]

this blog is brought to u by someone unmedicated

[mroddmod]

but i remember everything

[erabu-san]

Some sketcheeees

[oakaiarts]

marcille’s room

[palarien]

the courtroom know-it-all...

[crowkip]

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[cowgirls-blues]

They're turning a new feather!

@quiddie ACOFAF 2 when???

[hyolks]

hey wait why are there only short people at this drive in

[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.

[serendippertyy]

saw @buttonheart 's rd design and broke the sound barrier trying to draw this ASAP