#sometimes its hard to remember that

[ittybittybumblebee]

the most important aspect of art to hone outside of understanding fundamental ideas (though neglecting some in it of itself can make for good stylistic flair with outsider art being its own fascinating category) but the concept of conveying emotions consistently and communicating your ideas succinctly through your art. the most skilled form artists can struggle the most with that and the best way to keep it sharp is to be passionate at all so stressing over form and negative comparisons is the best way to kill that. you clearly are at no risk of doing any of that though as presented in the last post but also in literally all of your works so far ahahaha so dont even worry about it ahaha

Thanks :')

I really obsess over like,, conveying things how i feel them or how i think it would best come across to others.

Weight, and depth and shape and colour and etc... it all adds to a Feeling. Or feelings. A mood, it sets a tone. And it can compliment whatever youre trying to do.

The visual of it at all and whatever its portraying means more to me than how 'good' it looks really,,, but sometimes i very much do get in a rut where i wish i had the skill of a more accomplished artist than i, to really get into it even more, i love bending and pushing shapes and lines and colours etc.... but sometimes i lack the understanding how to do it exactly how i see in my head. Or how i want it to feel.

And sometimes i start to doubt my abilities if my stuff isnt to my standards.

Im bad at explaining things sorry lol and i reaaaally hope i dont come off as pretentious whenever i talk abt this stuff

[diospore]

Like I don't get it fr

Half the time the All Might bashing tag fics are like. Things he wouldn't even do

Literally Endeavor is right there just do an au where you write Endeavor into a mentor role for Midoriya and you're not mischaracterizing All Might

I wouldn't be as mad if it weren't so fucking many good fics auuuuuuuugh

Like I sometimes get purposeful mischaracterizing a character for the angst potential but like! If it's all the time I can't really believe half these people are playing with characterization, feels like they legit believe that All Might would be legitimately prejudiced against quirkless people. (??? When he was/is literally quirkless himself??? Y'all fell for his self loathing projection in episode 1 and then stopped paying attention)

And half the time it's bashing him for things Aizawa did or things Endeavor did. While propping up Dadzawa??? Like bruh??

Auuuuuuuugh tell me I'm not the only one who hates that

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode

[ibblescribbles]

TRASH 🚮 Speedpaint | Alt under cut:

[pansyfemme]

just a heads up that enmeshment with your therapist is a sign that you need a different therapist. you go to these people to offload and heal, but if you're emotionally enmeshed and that's keeping you from bringing topics forward, that is no longer a healthy relationship nor a therapist that should be treating you.

just so you're aware. your therapist should not be an uncle figure you're afraid to talk about embarrassing stuff with, he's an impartial audience to help you heal. that emotional connection is now HINDERING you from healing.

honestly! me making one personal post! does not tell you the full story! while i defintly have an emotional connection with him- i have had other therapists in my life in and out the entire time. i seek help from other sources frequently! i said it was like talking to an uncle simply because of the fact he’s known me since i was a child, which makes talking about adult topics at times a little embarrasing because he knew me when i was 11!! he is not like an uncle to me in an other respect, i have a seperation. and i have openly discussed this with him and why im uncomfortable at times!! but we talk it out!! because its my therapist and me making one post doesnt mean you know everything!! geez!! also ive been embarrassed to talk about sex with every other therapist ive had!! not your call to make!!

[solargeist]

for over a week now i keep thinking abt grian and kid xelqua. something abt him taking care of this alternate universe child version of himself. i just stare at the ceiling and my eyes blur

[lemongogo]

just thought of stamps treatment of elendira again ..no .. NOO

[s0fter-sin]

it’s the sound that tips him off.

it’s late, half-past hell by his last count, and mactavish knows there shouldn’t be a single soul in the showers this time of night. though he’s sure if he asked, he’d be told a soul isn’t in there.

just a ghost.

he almost chokes on the thick steam filling the locker room; humid and hazy and the perfect cover. or it would be, if the man collapsed in the far stall cared about hiding.

mactavish hates himself a little for the low sigh that falls from his lips. he wishes he wasn't so disappointed; that the promises he's heard over and over and watched be broken as many times hadn't wedged their way into his heart and convinced him that maybe, maybe this could be the time it sticks.

he doesn't know what's worse; the disappointment or the lack of surprise.

he holds his breath through the steam and leans over the limp body; stinging hot water hitting his back, instantly soaking through his clothes and already starting to burn. he flicks the tap enough to take the bulk of the heat out and straightens; a groan startling out of the man beneath him at the sudden lash of tepid water.

mactavish crouches, knees clicking and hooks a hand under his bicep to pull him up straight against the wall. if there was any vomit on his skin, it's been washed away by the pelting stream and he supposes he can count himself lucky for that. he tilts his limp head back and slips his fingers into his mouth; holding down his tongue and ignores the way it lazily jolts under his fingers to check his airway.

clear.

another small victory.

mactavish pulls his fingers out and cups his chin, keeping him tilted up and moves in the way of the water again so he can pull at his eyelid.

the eye he's met with is cloudy, so dilated there's hardly a ring of blue left.

he sighs again; hand falling away and letting his eye fall shut. "god damnit, riley."

riley moans, all his weight resting on the hand holding his jaw.

"aye, 'm talking ‘bout you," he grunts tiredly.

he lets riley's head fall forward to grab his arm, pulling him away from the wall to sit behind him; propping his body up against his chest. he leans his head back over his shoulder, keeping his face out of the water and his airway open just in case he hasn't actually finished throwing up.

he takes the rag riley'd half-managed to soap up and mechanically runs it over him; cataloguing new bruises and cuts and checking if the old ones are healing. sickly yellow fingerprints ring his hips, red splotches paint his ribs; too new to have settled into the deep purple he knows they’ll become.

riley slowly makes more noise as he rubs life into his body; still lying limp against his front but his head's starting to roll restlessly on his shoulder. he swipes between his legs and carefully doesn't think a single thing about what he finds.

"sean?" he rasps and mactavish's hand stills; eyes falling shut. he bites his check, hand clenching around the rag tight enough to shake and breathes hard out his nose.

he doesn't say a word, just forces himself to go back to cleaning.

he's not sure what would come out of his mouth if he did.

riley isn't conscious enough to hear him anyway.

he runs his fingers over his inner elbows for tracks and manages to muster some relief when he doesn't find any. seems to be a pill and booze night; far from the worst condition he's found him in.

he rinses him off, running a curtesy hand over his shaved head only for it to fall back to his jaw; his thumb stroking over the thick scar carved into his cheek.

"you gotta stop doin' this," he whispers.

he isn’t sure if he’s talking to riley or himself.

mactavish gathers up riley's too-light body into his arms and turns off the shower. his head lolls into his throat and he throws a towel over his dripping body and another over his shoulder. it doesn't stop him from tracking water all the way to his quarters but he'd like to see someone try to put in a complaint about it.

he lays out the other towel on the bed and sets riley down; moving his body into the recovery position in an all-too familiar routine. he dries him enough that he won't soak the covers as he pulls them up to his chest and kicks the waste bin within grabbing distance of the bed.

he goes to pull off his sodden clothes when a different noise makes him freeze.

a low sniffle.

mactavish slowly turns back to the bed to find riley's eyes squinting open; glazed with tears as he kneads at the covers.

he stares at him for a moment as he looks around the room and those hazy eyes lock on him for the first time. "cap'n?"

he swallows. "aye; s'just me, riley."

his hand pokes out from under the covers and for all the promises he's made himself - all the “never again”s and “this is the last time”s - at the end of the day, he's weak.

he sits on the side of the bed and takes riley's hand in his; already so cold after nearly boiling himself alive.

"y' mad a' me?" he sniffs.

mactavish runs his tongue over his lip and slowly shakes his head. "no, i'm not mad at you."

"prom'se?" he pushes.

he reaches out and caresses his temple with his thumb. his hand almost covers his head and it cuts like a knife to remember just how small riley is. "aye," he says, hushed. "i promise."

riley's eyes fall shut, voicelessly murmuring 'promise’ to himself over and over.

"I’ll ge’ bett'r," he slurs and between one breath and the next, he's out.

mactavish sighs, running his hand in a final pass over his head and stares at a face that looks so much younger in sleep; bruised and sallow skin hidden in the shadows. "i know you will."

he presses a slow kiss to his forehead, shutting his eyes against the grief that wells in his heart and gets up to pull a chair over to the bed; settling in for another long night's vigil of watching his broken lieutenant sleep, ready to tilt him over if he throws up, eyes locked on the slow rise and fall of his chest fearing tonight may finally be the time it stops.

[bronzetomatoes]

Pretty please rb I'm curious

[tunakitchen]

a headcanon ive been enjoying in my awesome mind lately is that q tinas symbolic heart, the one that she gave q bagi on their date and that she put on a shelf inside bagis equally symbolic mind room, stays with ak bagi.

the physical item doesnt stay with her, but the physical item isnt the important part. and i dont think the heart is entirely tinas actual soul or heart. but i think its something, some kind of connection. and i think ak bagi still feels the presence of that heart. i think thats kind of comforting. tina and bagi never stopped loving each other. they were seperated, but the love was and still is there. that doesnt mean bagi cant love again or move on. she can love again, and she can start again, and move on, and the love is still there.

[harvestmoth]

steven got them for her

[angelpuns]

Body hurts and brain 2 fuzzy to draw so y'all know what that means ( go to bed early time)

[etheries1015]

I know how hard it can be when a fic you may be proud of doesn't do well. You may feel like a failure, as if you didnt write well enough, especially if you were particularly proud of how it turned out, or spent hours working on it.

So sometimes I need to remind myself, even if it gets 1 like...

That's 1 person who perhaps goes back to read it when they feel sad or need an escape. 1 person who you made smile, or even cry. 1 person whos miserable day you made slightly better. 1 person who probably read it two or three times. Imagine having another person in your room directly saying "I liked this!" To your face, or even 5-10 people in your room simply enjoying your work of art. Each person has their own thing going on in their life- and spent a moment or few just to read your work and mark they had enjoyed it.

And suddenly 1 person doesn't seem as insignificant as you once thought.

[soupmanspeaks]

you ever wonder if the Glamrocks's face tracking acts up when they look at Glamrock-Freddy, like they'll look at his face, and the recognition will register as Freddy, but their systems for whatever reason or another think that there is a face overlapped on Freddy's do you think they see two small squares next to him, at his side, roughly child sized, but no one is physically there.... right...?

[puppyeared]

Pajamas

[july-19th-club]

i love it when gay people are hicks . life mission of mine is to rep for the gay people who are not from cities and dont dress like it or talk like it and who don't plan to leave wherever small place they're from to be in a city, however easier it would be . i think even we think of our community as being city-based, and those of us out on the fringes get sort of forgotten unless we relocate, but we're out here! surrounded by corn tassels! looking for morels! a good 50% of us ecology people! dropping our consonants and wearing our barn boots and never seeing a gay bar ever come to our town but staying for the forest or the prairie or the desert anyway! yeehaw i love gay people