#no promises lol

[byberbunk2069]

Everybody is going to have a bad day.

Middle two are OCs by @gibson-girlboss

[ranchjustranch]

more self insert art :D

loving the colors honestly (im just biased for orange and purple)

[chaoticsh3p]

rewatching some techno content and bruhhhh, its hitting me right in the feels. remembering/rewatching a lot of iconic scenes and personal favs such as

"I DIDNT PUT DEPTH STRIDER ON THOSE BOOTS FUNDY"

[hunting someone down, stops and walks backwards for a sec] [dozens of wolves run past him toward the person he was hunting] [techno laughs in like a full belly maniacal laugh]

the entire skyblock speech

"sorry i had to take a break from drowning to drink a glass of water"

his monologues in 3rd person camera where he just explains stuff (like, on top of the blue roof? in hypixle??? idk)

"look me in the eyes" the eyes in question: (● ) ( ●)

uses all the ridiculous amounts of money he wins to put his sibilings through college

ok thats all i can think of rn, ill add to this later if i rember

[pastelitey]

ouurghh the song 'Want You Gone' from Portal is so limited life desert duo coded. i am. i am going to write a fic about this.

[lexisism]

gotta tell u something u cant laugh

ok

[wishfulsketching]

This is what the dynamic was like

[punkitt-is-here]

lots going on in my world right now you know?

[nero-neptune]

…we’ll show ‘em what we all mean!

[stevenrogered]

Jonathan Groff and Daniel Radcliffe have both won their very first Tony Awards for "Merrily We Roll Along"

[discodummy]

Roommate’s out of town so I sat in meeting like this

[pookieace]

✰ . . . minors do not interact !

gojo and you fucking in missionary makes him dangerously sensitive as it is because he feels so much love as he looks down at you. how pretty you look, how a layer of sweats coats your skin. how your hair is a mess after multiple rounds. how you’re reaching out and grabbing at any part of his body for some form of stability while he fucks your cunt. he can see how you two are a mess where you both join, splatters of your wetness and white sticky remnants of his from previous rounds. you look so stunning. so so so beautiful.

he’s on the verge of cumming every second when you fuck missionary. he adores how he can see you flutter your eyes open and look so fucked out but still gaze at him with love. he gets even more sensitive the second you run your fingers through his undercut. he's groaning, hips faltering as he visibly shivers. feeling the pads of your fingers against his undercut is one thing but feeling your nails against them? that's another. three more thrusts and he's got his balls flushed against you, letting them drain, emptying them right into you.

[magicomens]

Strap in folks, we're gonna have a minisode!!!

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[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.

[couldreallyeatawholecakerightnow]

Did not realize polls were timed...no wonder y'all be asking for rebogs

Anyway tell me about ur jewelry in the tags if u wanna!!

[bixels]

I watched Starship Troopers tonight.