#someone would totally do that

[ebonysolcum]

I’ve watched Voyager more times than I can count, but somehow I’ve always managed to miss this little moment in “Fair Haven” where Janeway shakes herself after they get hit by that wavefront.

[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.

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[egophiliac]

:) hello! :D hope you have a nice day and absolutely do not think of the possibility of one of the last story cards being of silver! and that his groovy will very probably be crying!!! THERE'S SO MANY CRYING PEOPLE IN STORY CARDS LATELY!!! SPECIALLY LIGHT USERS!! I AM!!! SCARED!!!! bc so far we got Lilia and Sebek in the beginning book 7.... so at the end.... so we're missing story Silver... and Malleus is the one with less cards, so they might add one for him... but... the tears... ego.... THE TEARS!!!! EGOOOO!! (LOVE YOUR ART BTW EVERYTIME I GET A NOTIF FROM YOUR BLOG I RUN HERE TO SEE!)

(thank you! 💚💜💚)

YES I am ALSO like...90-95% convinced that we're going to be getting a story card for Silver once we wrap around back to diasomnia. 👀 especially because the way things are going, Silver will be the only character whose dream we haven't seen -- yet???? -- and that just. y'know. makes me wonder!

although I do think it would be VERY funny if he got a story card and the groovy was just "regular Silver except with one beautiful single crystal tear". this is actually a lot coming from him.

(he used up all his emotion yelling at a baby that one time, there's none left for a proper groovy-level cry.)

[mold-lover]

Elster and Falke chained together, forced to kiss

[cecoeur]

it's hell on earth to be heavenly them's the breaks, they don't come gently

[wispforever]

hidan and kakuzu share thoughts on religion

[konigsblog]

ghost putting a gun to the back of your head while you suck him off.

[elvisqueso]

"Marry Kocoum? But he's so...serious."

Pocahontas (1995)

[babygirlgiles]

Why does no one else see my vision for post-war Effie Trinket. Like that woman does NOT become a civil servant, she does not join the ranks of government service. She is 100% New Panem’s first influencer. She was already having her It Girl moment as the escort of District Twelve’s victors beforehand and now there’s public perception that she was this Hunger Games insider playing the long con to dismantle the system from within and paid this great sacrifice for it by being tortured by Snow’s cadre for her efforts. Which is not true at all because she had No Clue what was going on but Plutarch needs new programming to fill all the hours that used to be taken up by Hunger Games related media so he decides to capitalize on Effie having Her Moment. And with people being allowed to travel between districts for the first time in over a generation and newfound freedom of information, there would a nationwide fascination how other people live. Effie ends up with her own lifestyle/travel series where she visits different regions of Panem and even exotic far away places such as “England”. She’s posting beach selfies on Panemstigram to promote her upcoming episode on lobster fishing off District Thirteen’s revitalized coastline.

She even gets her own daytime talk show at one point. She tries (and fails) for years to get Peeta on the show as a guest. Katniss has never watched a single episode.

[lady-raziel]

Firmly believe that the best and funniest perk they could add to the Fallout games that would also be an amazing reason for character motivations would be “Canadian citizen.”

[horse-plinko]

NJ kissing NJ kissing

[flwrkid14]

Buried Beneath The Laughter They Ignored

Tim is totally fine. Ridiculously fine, actually.

It didn’t matter that he woke up feeling this bubbling, manic laughter in his chest, like everything was suddenly so fucking funny. It didn’t matter that he’d woken up from another nightmare last night, crying, calling for his mama—not the mother he lost, but the mother he gained, Harley Quinn. And it didn’t matter that most days, he felt more like Joker Junior than he did Tim Drake.

It didn’t matter that no one else seemed to fucking care.

He shoved down every bit of laughter clawing up his throat, because he knew if he let even one chuckle slip, they’d all give him that look. The one they always did. Disapproval masked as concern. They didn’t like Junior. They didn’t want to believe Junior was still in there, clawing his way up every time Tim breathed.

It didn’t matter that no one ever asked him how he was doing. They didn’t want to talk about it. Because talking about it would make it real, and they preferred pretending it wasn’t. They expected him to be fine, to push it down, to carry on like nothing happened. If he tried to bring it up, they’d say he was being insensitive—insensitive to Jason's trauma. What fucking irony, he thought bitterly. As if it wasn’t insensitive to be stepping all over his by not letting him speak.

It didn’t matter that he caught them glancing at him sometimes, like they were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for him to snap, waiting for Junior to come out again. But they never asked. No one asked what was going on in his head. No one fucking asked.

It didn’t matter that when he finally snapped, when he finally screamed at them, sick and tired of pretending, they had the nerve to act clueless. As if they didn’t know.

It didn’t matter that Dick, of all people, screamed back. Yelling like he was being unreasonable. Like he was the problem. He screamed at Tim, demanding answers, to ask what the hell he meant by Joker Junior, as if—

As if they didn’t know.

They didn’t fucking know.

This whole time, they hadn’t known.

They didn’t know Tim had been taken. They didn’t know Tim had been missing. They didn’t know Tim had been held prisoner at the hand of the Joker for months, tearing him apart, piece by piece, until Junior was the only thing left of him. They didn’t know he had screamed for them, begged for someone to find him, but no one ever did.

They didn’t know how much he had suffered. Alone. They didn’t know how much he had changed. They didn’t know that every time he woke up now, it felt like he was still Joker Junior, just wearing Tim’s skin.

And they didn’t know how much it hurt—how much it broke him—to realize that they had never known.

Tim wasn’t fucking okay. And it mattered—oh, it mattered—that they didn’t fucking know.

Because if they didn’t know, it meant no one ever bothered to look. It meant no one ever cared enough to notice.

[iknowicanbutwhy]

Corsets are fun! Frills are fun!

[bluerosefox]

Ellie "I WILL bite you" and Danny "He's just a baby" Fenton

Deaged Danny and caretaker (and tiny bit feral) Dani (Ellie)!!!! In Gotham!

Basicly Danny gets outed as Phantom and either by his parents or the GIW start doing experiments when he's captured by either of them. Team Phantom (Sam, Tucker, Jazz, Dani, and even Valerie after telling her everything) and even some friendly ghosts all help get Danny back.

Only when they find him the torture and the experiments were to much for him to handle and he retreats into his core. Dani is the only one that can hold his core, due to being his clone and a ghost herself, for a long period of time. Anyone else hands start freezing after a few mins.

The escape is hectic and chaotic and in order to lose the ones that hurt Danny off their trail they have to separate and scatter, each one laying false trails while Dani, whose really good at traveling, flies as far as she can.

She eventually stops in the one place she knows most people will pause and think twice before entering.

Gotham City.

She's okay with hiding there, she knows all the empty places and can just go invisible to steal food if she needs to, she just needs a place to rest for a few days until Danny comes out of his core. Dani's hid from the Bats before, never once getting on their radar, she can do it again even with Danny's core in her care. She keeps in contact with the others on a secure phone network Tucker made and they keep her updated on either the Fentons or the GIW.

During this time of taking care of Danny's core, Dani gets a little more protective over him. She may or may not punched a bunch of goons into unconsciousness when she returned from getting food and found them in her hideout, talking about showing their boss this cold orb thing they found laying around. She packed up and moved locations after that. (This incident got on the Bats radar)

Does she bite the Joker when she gets taken hostage while carrying Danny's core on her person one afternoon? Yes. Did she pick up Riddler's cane and beat him with it when she found him about to use the warehouse she was using to keep Danny's core safe for his next big 'game' for the Bats? Yes. Does she haunt Penguin for two whole days after him and his men woke her up (and woke Danny's core too she felt it (coughtheywokeupthebabycough)) when they held a meeting nearby where she was sleeping and started a small turf war in the area? Yes.

Dani is a little confused, but not complaining, on her new found protectiveness over her brother/original but everything makes sense when Danny finally comes out of his core...

Because he's a baby now, almost a toddler... the damage done to him turned him into a baby and Dani's ghost instincts knew thus prompting her to be very protective over him. And now seeing him tiny makes the feelings even more so.

She can do this. She can take care of Danny while in Gotham, she can keep flying under the Bats, the Fentons, the GIW's, and Vlad's radar while hiding out there. She can do this. She totally can.

And Ancients help anyone who tries to harm or take Danny while he's under her watch.

[formulanni]

Can we PLEASE make the f1 drivers do Mutton Bustin it would be so peak guys hear me out

Cmon. I know yall want to see Yuki Tsunoda and Charles Leclerc doing this it’s a southern tradition