#she was just so kind

[philsmeatylegss]

Some people might remember me posting something similar when Overcompensate came out, but I wanted to do it again.

To make a very long story short, when I was 14, seven years ago, about two years into the clique, through a concert group chat, I came into contact with a girl named Emily. She was 17 almost 18. We were both huge 21p fans.

This period of time was the darkest in my life; I was pretty sure I was going to take my own life before I graduated high school. I was all over the place and I ended up having a few heart-to-heart conversations with Emily.

Specifically, just because of circumstances, she was the first person I managed to contact after I went through a traumatic experience when I was 14. She didn’t say anything that stuck out, but she comforted me and I will never forget it.

Emily was also dealing with a lot of her own issues; she was open about it. Our contact lasted from March to August 2017 until we just naturally stopped talking.

That was until December 2017 when a mutual friend alerted me to Katie’s Instagram being tagged in multiple memorial posts. After some light digging and context clues from captions, we confirmed Emily had taken her life December 5, 2017.

I’m now 21 and thriving. I was able to heal and I am continuing to heal. I finish college next year and I’m excited for my future. But it never feels any less heavy when I think about Emily.

I promised myself when I found out about Emily’s passing that I would remember her each 21p milestone and I would share her memory.

With the release of Clancy, seven years later, I want to continue to keep that promise.

Emily loved music. She played the guitar and had a lot of friends. She really felt pride in the fact that she loved to help people and she wanted to find a job where she could help people. I wish so desperately she was able to complete that dream.

I don’t know my own feelings about the afterlife, but all that comes to mind when I think of Emily now is that I just hope she is finally at peace. I still follow her Instagram, her last post from September 2017 of her dog. She had multiple posts about 21p on there and she was so excited about new music.

I hope wherever she is, she is still able to listen to Clancy.

I knew Emily for less than a year and we never met irl and there hasn’t been a time when I make a post commemorating her that I don’t cry like a baby. You truly don’t have any clue how much of an impact you have on the world. I wish we had one final conversation where I told her how much her talking to me that one day did.

As I listen to Clancy obsessively on repeat for the next few weeks, I hope somehow Emily is listening as well.

The world misses you Emily. You deserve to be at peace. |-/

[gongyussy]

i'll let phie-san say it:

[hinamie]

10 years later

[monkesupreme]

ref

a satisfactory answer for Selina

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce died(?) again

Jason: Well, it's my turn.

Dick: What are you talking about?

Jason: Everytime Bruce is gone, one of you starts to act just like him, pushing everyone away, acting as only you can be right, and fighting anyone that gets in your way. Dick did it, Tim did it, even Cass kind of did it. So, this time, I will do it.

Tim: Isn't that how you act all the time?

Jason: Whoa, fuck you. You are so banned from historical drama movie nights.

[bigfatbreak]

they both got bonked for being silly.

[trickstersaint]

i want to introduce you all to a project that is very close to my heart... or lack of one. anyway. for anyone who has ever wanted to play a poem. i'd like you to meet aromanticism

(link opens itch.io - she'll run on html in your browser! please be nice to her!)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby could befriend any animatronic from FNAF..

[watchingwisteria]

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded mfer happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

[hugs-and-stabbies]

The self-awareness on this guy 😞 someone pls send him an "are you bi?" quiz STAT

[raviollies]

Just who are you, Councilor Medarda?

[technically-human]

Bisexual crisis Crystal edition

[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.

[hinamie]

*catboys ur shounen protag*

[yuukirita]

Jazz and Arcee ship it

Also you can tots imagine Optimus bend down to talk to people cuz he's not used to being tall. That and he prob keeps hitting his head on things.

[pangur-and-grim]

I finally ran out of energy today! woke up, fed and medicated all the animals, and then went back to bed. Pangur was very pleased about that, though….. having social day naps is her favourite thing in the world.