#sorry i know nobody cares

[theiloveyousong]

on mutual destruction as a form of love

nerdy prudes must die - team starkid / the masochism tango - tom lehrer / nerdy prudes must die - team starkid / nerdy prudes must die - team starkid / pretend - alex g / nerdy prudes must die - team starkid

[floral-vagabond]

hi hello, I’m going by Hawke now. Cool? Cool.

[priestfrommidnightmass]

lately ’ve been feeling kinda guilty because i’ve been feeling much less satisfied and proud of this incredible opportunity i’ve received that i’ve been hoping and dreaming of for ages than i was with my silly summer job taking care of kids and like. i don’t know i’ve been reconsidering if being in film is even what i actually want to do because tbh i’ve been realizing that my actual dream is just to. be liked and have friends and be around people? i’ve been lonely for so long and i definitely know i’ve projected a lot of my desires and dreams onto my writing and lived vicariously though a lot of films and it was so important to me because it felt like it was life or death. so now that i like. have friends and have more life experiences and am satisfied with my place the idea of actually Working in film is just… i don’t know! it’s kinda been making me feel sick everytime i think about it. i don’t think i’m actually passionate about the thing i thought i was. i’ve found something i’m good at and it’s not what i thought it was or thought i wanted whatsoever! that’s scary because even questioning this kinda makes me feel like my life is turning upside down! i feel like that post where someone said they started taking anti depressants and is now deleting their bts account or something

[vivazaki]

one time i had a breakthrough that the reason i get so distressed about the thought of growing apart from my friends after one or both of us moves even though i've moved like three times already is because i've never had a friendship (in school) that lasted more than like. one year. like the friendships i've had in school that have lasted two years are literally anomalies because i was always fucking terrible at keeping or making friends and now that i have friends i feel like it's been a long while and i cannot fathom the idea of growing apart since we've been friends for ""so long""

[almondmilknosugar]

Sorry how am I the crazy one here??? Imagine reading fic for free written non-profit by people in between their real-life commitments, complaining, and then IM THE CRAZY ONE???

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[ahbogman]

this pretty much sums up their whole dynamic

[die-rosastrasse]

I love you bad art, I love you amateur art, I love you self learning, I love you cheap art supplies, I love you journals, I love you crafts, I love you art available for everyone, I love you second hand art and objects, I love you free museums, I love you handmade gifts, I love you childish drawings, I love you art that nobody ever saw except for the artist, I love you taking time to learn a skill, I love you art history, I love you free tutorials, I love you art as a school subject, I love you things that took a long time to make, I love you art studies that are considered useless, I love you the human need to create and change the world around you to be more beautiful and more meaningful.

I hate you AI art, I hate you generated content, I hate you singe-use images, I hate you mindless consumption, I hate you stealing from artists, I hate you reposting without sources, I hate you lying about using AI, I hate you pretending like art is something unachievable and reserved only for the chosen ones.

Make art!! Make "bad" art that is actually special because you took the time to make it. Make art for yourself that you show no one. Make art for others that they'll cherish forever. See how your whole world changes, see how you start noticing beautiful and inspiring things all around you. Make things with love and devotion. Fuck AI.

[vanilla-bean-buttercream]

"Allies should be okay with hearing hard truths that we have been suffering through for years, because if a child has to experience it, they as an adult can take the time to understand it with their adult brain and their adult emotions, and if they cannot handle that, I shouldn't have to be okay with handling their feelings gently."

and

"Sometimes we go too hard on allies because they're the only person who benefits from the problem who will listen to us, and the anger that we have carried from being wronged for years should not be put solely put on the shoulders of people trying to help us, and they should not have to be okay with being mistreated with the same hatred that people have aimed at us."

Can and should coexist actually.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[euporie-art]

benbaro doodlings because i can't focus on anything long enough to finish it

suggestive under cut (partial nudity and sexually charged situations)

[salsflore]

i think self shippers should be nicer to themselves. seeing people call themselves weird or cringy or embarrassing is like NO!! NOT AT ALL!! i am giving you a hug actually. and a slice of cake

BANNER DESCRIBED IN ALT. TEXT

[ponpox]

I will never not be bitter about Ai Nekki... Like, they gave us a taste of what we COULD have had in a female Takao/Gingka/Valt style protagonist and IMMEDIATELY ripped it away like "oh dw guys she grows up, quits beyblading, grows out her hair, dresses only in pastel maternity clothes and has a baby... Oh and Meiden NEVER gets to see her again they dont talk"

Like.... Just kick me while you're at it

[thenightshadowqueen]

Holy SHIT that was so good

[luvevee]

Getting into Mouthwashing is awesome until you wanna autistic babble to others about it only to realize most of the convos discussing the game are 95% about Jimmy and nobody else, please I want variety

[bellamyblake]

goddammit, I love bellarke, I love everything about bellarke, I love the way Bellamy's eyes get so puppy and sweet around her, with his heart literally written all over his chest, I love Clarke's way of looking back at him, i love the way they talk to each other without speaking, understanding each other without words, i love their gentle hugs, I love their quiet words, their understanding, I love Bellamy understanding why she had to leave, I understand him walking through a forest with his leg bleeding while trying to get to her, I understand him pumping her heart back to live, I understand Clarke seeing through him the way nobody ever did in this awful world they live in, the way she sees his kind, soft, beautiful heart, amidst all the pain, the bravado, the strength, the 'You're not a killer, Bellamy', I understand the scared look he gives her when they separete in 4x13, before the death wave and how he knows...he can tell it's gonna be the last time, I understand the way he breaks when he realizes he left her behind to die, I can understand the same break in his voice in 5x03 when Madi tells him 'Clarke's alive.' I understand how he gives his heart out to her, with so much love and kindness, I can see the warmth in hers back, her pain, her confusion after everything she has been through and through it all, despite everything, the world, the grounders, the radiation being against them, I can see this one boy covering the hand of this one girl as they pull a lever and they send their lives to shit but are there for each other-

and just bellarke