#producing by me

[jmflowers]

I’ve been in school creating things for 2 years now and this is still the only thing I am truly, truly proud of.

[sivsii]

also we fucked up as a society the moment we started telling teens and aspiring artists to conflate being an artist with building a brand as if the two things are inextricable. the name of the game if you want to share your art is to work a job and sell yourself as aesthetizied content. back in my day we could just POST SHIT. to deviantart! what the fuck!

[akashicrecord]

no offense but if your friend is trying out a new hobby be fucking nice to them

[morganbritton132]

Just remember this idea I had for a fic where Steve’s dad worked in marketing and made jiggles for commercials so they had a full music studio in their house.

The local music store had a section where local artists can sell cassettes. It’s mostly poorly recorded country music from The Hideout’s open mic night, but Corroded Coffin is there too. Eddie practically stalks the shelf to see if anyone buys their music. No one ever does (except for Gareth’s mom).

Then one day, Eddie goes into the shop after work to see if any of CC’s stock is gone, and sees a new tape there. No artist name. No song titles. Just a slip of paper stuck into the case with a hand drawn rose on it.

Eddie buys it and even though it’s not his typical type of music, falls absolutely in love with the voice on the tape. He loves the music. The production quality. The way sadness seeps into every corner of side A and B.

He goes back to the record shop and asks who left the tape, but the employee has no idea. They think someone just stuck it there without permission and have no idea who they’re supposed to pay for the sale.

Two more tapes show up over the next month with a different drawn flower on it, each sadder than the last. The artist is clearly going through something. Eddie still has no idea who they are and is now stalking the shelf not just to see if his own music is selling (it’s not).

He’s in full investigation mode and it’s annoying all of his friends. He needs to know who this person is because he’s a little in love with them and also a little worried about them. It’s really sad music.

Meanwhile, Steve is just trying to process the end of his relationship with Nancy in the only way he can think of.

[recklessmoss]

creatures..... beasts even...... freaks perhaps....

EDIT :  All these designs have been sold as adoptables by now!

[pangur-and-grim]

Was reading your reply to the ask about getting a cat from a breeder, what would you say are the benefits of kittens from breeders versus cats from shelters?

breeders can give you something highly specific in terms of shedding, allergen level, size and temperament.

if you need a cat to be a certain way, and can't take chances, a breeder might be the better option. if you just want a cat, and you're happy to accommodate however they might turn out, go to a shelter.

honestly, even if you want a beautiful, unusual looking cat, shelters can cover that! just look at Lilly in Toronto. she's a silver torbie with big yellow eyes, and wandered into someone's yard from an industrial area.

[turnleft]

Some nights I lie in bed thinking "what have I lost?"

[dandyshucks]

being in love with a fictional character will make u produce art u didnt know u were capable of

~

[if ur part of the "fiction doesnt affect reality" crowd: please fuck off lol]

[tinyhorror]

getting ready in the morning

insta | twitter | inprnt | redbubble

[wanderingpages]

Kendrick made me realize that I could and should be hating harder

[theabigailthorn]

British producers be like: THEM: "We love this! Let us put our heads together and get back to you early next week!" SIX MONTHS LATER UNPAID INTERN FOR THAT COMPANY: "Everyone you spoke to has been sacked, we hate you fuck off."

American producers be like:

THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON YOU'VE EVER MET: Hey kiddo do you wanna meet The Rock? Do you wanna meet Margot Robbie? Do you want to fuck my wife? I can't give you a job but gosh darn it you've got moxxy, let me put you in touch with Doug Bigcheese, the biggest producer in Hollywood! DOUG BIGCHEESE, EMAILING YOU BACK WITHIN 20 MINUTES: Hey kiddo, that guy said you're awesome! Lemme ask round town and in the meantime you can live in my house borrow my car and by the way have you met my wife?!

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Fuck fuck everything for fuck damned pissing hell's sake one of my students has used ChatGPT

I wish to commit an act that will in future be referred to by its date

[wombywoo]

moody gaze compilation 👁️

[teddytheartist]

Zukka for the win my guys

[qrowscant]

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[xinganhao]

⭐ jihoon x co-producer!reader.

⌗ ┆the main post of this is from the svt gets jealous ft. producer!reader series. something special under the cut! <3

⭐ excerpt from cables and crackle .ᐟ

as i'd mentioned in the special jihoon 'chapter', i've had a brewing story with a similar plot to the req that an anon sent me. and so (surprise, surprise!), you can find the full one-shot over at my main. here's an excerpt + feel free to assume that these texts happened in the same verse. <3 (probably a little prelude, tbh.)

The drive home is the most boring and uneventful thing ever— except when Jihoon looks in his rearview mirror. The sight of you disappearing into the distance makes him feel strangely hollow and a bit wistful.

His stomach gives a weird, twisting lurch, and he's tempted to make a U turn right there and then and find a reason to be back in his company.

Maybe he'll tell you just how alone he can sometimes feel after an album is completed. How there's always this sort of lull in the days, hours after his work; how he fights it off by doing more work, even if it's not all that necessary.

He wants to ask if you ever feel the same way, too.

But you had never really been a part of that loneliness, and now you were leaving. And— just for the night— Jihoon can't help but feel more lonely than ever.

He doesn't want to be lonely.

He wants to be left alone, in a company of his own thoughts, with nothing and no one to distract him. But, for some odd reason, he wants you around.

It's almost too much to bear, so Jihoon turns the radio on louder and lets the sounds of music drown out the patter of his ragged heartbeat.

FULL FIC:

bonus pt. 2: more facetime calls with jihoon + the one time jeonghan got a hold of jihoon's phone (... and a reveal of jihoon's contact name for you 🤭)