#sleep has abandoned me

[harpieisthecarpie]

I love a good hateread but man it sucks when snobs think that critiquing popular genre fiction makes them smarter than the ppl that read it

That belief ignores that novels, and all art, are a medium. Blank page, blank canvas, etc.

Assigning a singular True purpose to art is reductive, and kind of silly? If you can't understand "the purpose" of an art piece, that's fine. The artist might've wanted that effect

Or maybe, just maybe, that particular artwork isn't for you.

Yeah, I think a lot of books kinda suck, that happens with art, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't exist.

I'll rant to friends, and not read more from the author, and commiserate with fellow haters. But it is not stupid to read, to find enjoyment in what others mock.

Cringe is dead, indeed.

Beyond that, the True Art idea doesn't take into account all of the ways, all the reasons, books and art are consumed.

Often, people know their fave books aren't "high art", but they still read them! After a long workday, during their rare free time, bonding with friends, or just for fun.

It actually takes quite a lot of mental energy to read and process a lot of Literature. And the themes can be a fucking downer, not everyone wants a 600 page character analysis of a horribly broken person spiraling further.

There's a reason why I am still trying to finish this fucking Dostoevsky, yet have read so many cute queer romances between attempts.

Idk man, don't hate the player. Hate the game!

[lonelyslutavatar]

In the sea monster au, is Martin Peter's biological son or adopted son? If the latter, about how old was he when Peter adopted him?

he adopted him when he was around 7 after he was taken from an abusive home

considering how low the bar is, Peter was quite a model dad

[caffinatedstory]

so....tiny gremlin...I see, you have stolen one of our best fanfiction writers😤 (jk!)

I can guarantee you there is no remorse in this tiny gremlin body. Only chaos, love, milk and poop.

(But Oh my! ( 〃���〃) you flatter me Anon!! (T▽T) ❤️❤️)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

do you ever just sit there thinking about your favorite ocs while violently shaking. god. clenches fist. They're So.

[ganondoodle]

okay, i know im really bad at answering asks (shame on me! shame on me!)

but .....since its what im currently able to focus on; are there any questions about my OCs you'd like to ask? (the more precise the better, the vaguer the more i would just ramble out their entire history out of context or not know how to answer) i know i havent drawn alot of them, maybe it could get me to (re)design some even ... but i still wanted to put this out there o-o

[pancakeofsin]

mog becoming instantly clingy the moment he's in a multiplayer server and had his bed next to someone else ONCE is such a mood honestly. same mog. same

[anthromimicry]

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 6

Mask(s)

Soft and sweet with just a hint of melancholic because 1.I'm tired and probably need a nap father than coffee, 2.I actually managed to make a pretty good mocha and the Anchorage LOZ animatic came onto my playlist before writing this and it kind of influenced my mood, and 3. I'm saving the usual Majora's Mask flare of angst for another prompt because I was having way too much fun dissecting the tragedy of the Hero of Time before sleep deprivation snatched the idea away which is usually my sign to pass the heck out and save the second option for when I have more energy lol.

For the Warriors fans, also Warriors is a disaster of an older sibling but we adore and appreciate him for it in this household, as always can be implied romantic or platonic between him and reader.

You were all but pinned down to the ground, brought down more effectively and unable to find the strength to get up.

Well, not literally, there were no enemies nearby, the chaos at camp had long since died down and there wasn’t anything much to do now that night had fallen, the heavens deigning to put all of it’s glittering jewels on display.

Were it any other day you’d probably focus more on appreciating it in full, the fire was crackling merrily, you were safe and had a full stomach and even with the ever present threat of the Shadow possibly deciding to ambush you all while most of your guards were down, you had your boys with you and the crisp autumn petrichor was a balm on your soul, weary from the journey.

Maybe it would be fine to rest for a little while.

And then the small figure clinging to you flinched, burrowing closer and holding onto your tunic like a lifeline. And awareness came to you like a smack over the head with a log, your fingers gently carding through blond locks as you hum gently. Weighting options and just how quietly you could move without bothering the precious Sprite at your side.

You had guessed Time had been a sweet kid, and you still wanted to lodge a formal complaint with the gods for writing such cruel fate for him because the man couldn’t catch a break and you’re not the only one to take it personally. But he was killing you here, this is how you die, with an adorable but oh so heartbreakingly sad little boy having fallen asleep leaning against you after telling you all sorts of stories about his extensive mask collection.

(You don’t know wether you want to cry, scream or laugh, Mask was so, so young. It breaks your heart, just a little.

Really, the deities of Hyrule must adore tragedies. Bastards.)

Sighing, you decide to compromise, gently keeping the Kokiri boy right where he is, fast asleep and with barely any nightmares as you hum and card your fingers through the spun gold strands, you brush your fingers through the last masks he fell asleep mid through telling the story of how he’d acquired. If you were careful surely you’d be able to reach his pack on his side so he wouldn’t worry later.

A pair of brown boots invade your vision, Warriors crouches down. You think you spot a flash of surprise on his eyes as he spots Mask napping on you, and then fond amusement of a big brother you knew he directed often towards Wind, tone low, “Well would you look at that, out like a light. It’s a rare honor for him to trust anyone like this.”

You chuckle a bit, shaking your head, “I can tell, he’s a good kid. I’ve barely met him for a day and I’d already take on an army for him.”

“Welcome to my world.”, comes Warriors dry response, though you both knew he was a hundred percent serious, his own mask quickly falling away as he gently picked up the Deku Sprout Mask to put it back in the small sprite’s pouch, hiding it’s confused, fearful sadness from your gaze (and it’s an effort, not to twitch, as your rage towards Majora gained even more kindling to burn) as the soldier handled it with the due solemnity of being one of the few Mask would allow to even touch the masks without his immediate supervision, “... I never thought I’d see him again, as...”

“I know.” Your tone was quiet, as you carefully picked your choice of words.

If there’s one thing you knew about any Link, is that they’re all really good elder brother’s and that they are too hard on themselves. Warriors specially, Mask and Wind were his everything, there wouldn’t be words that could describe how gutted he was, after confirming his suspicions with you, regretting not saying anything against Mask joining the battle field back then, loathing himself for not convincing him or Lana into letting him stay in spite of his bad feeling that as soon as the young hero of time passed through that portal he was unlikely to ever meet him again.

... You settle for something simple, instead, reaching a hand to softly pat his head, taking care not to mess his hair too much, “You did good, Wars, it’s not your fault. Mask also knows you did your best.”

He still, sighing, the mask falling away as he guides your hand to his lips, quietly thankful (really, like big brother like little brother, your wonderful, silly, caring boys. You make a point to cheerfully bat away the butterflies in your stomach, ), “... Feels hard to believe that, some times. Thank you.”

You hum, after putting the Zora mask away, Warriors takes Mask’s other side, pulls you closer and breathes.

(Just in case, he lies to himself.)

You quietly listen to his stories about his little brother, and Warriors is content.

[changewingwentz]

Made an accidental long thread head canon (were talking Abt their personas here)on what sleep token would do with an abandoned library

The start of it all

I imagine when it's just him and ii before the other eeps came around they hung out a lot here, not many words spoken just dusty books, overgrowing plants, and a looming deity in the shadows, I have many thoughts but it needs organizing first

[babygirlgiles]

Appalachia has bested me so I gave up on backpacking and booked a last minute room at a government run resort and had dinner at the resort bar (which I will reiterate, is run by the state of Kentucky) and ended up doing shots of bourbon with two middle aged women from a nearby holler who work at the local prison. All of this while in my pajamas.

[baby-xemnas]

i don't have art to show today but ive been retelling my bestie where law and bepo are in the current manga and how it ended up like this and now im all sad and worried again

but again so happy they are together...thank you oda at least for that, idk how youll go abt their future (and i won't lie that i trust you) im so glad they have each other and law wont have to go insane being on his own again, and bepo wont have to go through trauma for failing to protect his most important person in the whole world...

its good for the crew too when they get a chance to regroup they would know that captain is safe with bepo and bepo is safe with the captain....they are so loved and admired they can feel reassured, knowing how strong their captain and his first mate are when they are together

[imwritesometimes]

me: this is too much exposition. you should not directly tell all the time. let dialogue and tone/body language descriptions do some of the work

also me: this isn't exposition it's literally the second paragraph of chapter one you're setting up the plot you gotta drop a little exposition

also also me:

[skrunksthatwunk]

last minute pre-grandparent-visit room deep cleaning has revealed that within the drawer i tend to assume just has old, off generic birthday cards and theater/concert programs there are also many, many going away cards and letters and things from the last couple of times i moved away. i guess i always thought of it as such a lonely thing, and i talk a lot about how i don't think i made Real friends until recently, and not to get choked up on main or anything but i think maybe i was completely fucking wrong

[baku-usagi]

Also there is something really brain chemistry altering for me with watching my fiance stay, no complaints, fully dedicated and kind with me for 3 days and two nights at the hospital even after I repeatedly told him he could leave.

Like wait a darn minute you actually meant it when you said you loved me all those times? You're actually here in sickness and in health?? What the fuck????

[teethbomb]

mob psycho(logical horror) 100

[anarchomitsumi]

am i your guys' favorite anarchist :((? please say yes