#still not a wolf

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil!! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering how your dog is doing, too. I think of him as we not too long ago hit a month of the good news of Good Omens being renewed for a season 3. He has indeed brought me good luck so far in 2024. 😊

As a side note, I am very grateful to see GO continue. In Aziraphale’s story I see my own struggle with the religion I was raised with and trying to heal and find love while still desperately wanting to be “good” as measured by someone else’s arbitrary standard. Hopefully he and I both get healing and love in the end. Thank you for telling his story. He and the GO universe as a whole mean a great deal to me. Take care!!

He's wonderful.

Here are some pictures from this morning.

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

[raphaerolo]

My favourite father son duo

[chloesimaginationthings]

There's doomed yuri... in my FNAF ruin?

[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.

[newtid]

had the urge to draw the butch werewolf again (mainly in thanks to punkitt's werewolf sona)

started making this a couple days ago and was planning on posting it tomorrow but i just learnt that woah!! it's butch appreciation day

anyway i made this gal nearly a year ago but she's still unnamed, so if you've got any ideas let me know

[peaceandlove26]

my ponysona of the month

[pixlokita]

Oop I forgot I can mix my hyperfixations :v also wondered how a team Glamrock would look ^^

[entiqua]

nintendo direct 🙂

[goryhorroor]

“there are several reasons why the horror genre declined – in both quality and popularity – at the tail end of the 1930s & into the 40s. firstly, the narrative conventions became so well established that they appeared formulaic and predictable, especially when the same-old same-old monsters were put into rotation time and time again. then, political strife curtailed a lot of european filmmaking. thirdly, movies with supernatural, violent, science fiction or fantasy elements became a target for literal-minded censors, who were concerned that the masses might believe or, still worse, imitate the horrors they witnessed on the silver screen.”

[spikeface]

based on (x).

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil, sorry to be a bother if you see this but if you don’t mind:

My dog recently died and I’m missing him (obviously) so (and I’m really sorry if this sounds rude or entitled) I was just wondering if I could see a picture of your pup (because they’re really cute and seeing a picture of them always seems to make my day)?

Sorry for being a bother if you see this and I hope you have a nice day!

This is his crate-bed in my bedroom with him in it.

(And my condolences.)

[duckchaw]

And finally, finally!! Day 31 - SPOOKY!

Promptober was an absolute joy I'm so sad it's over

@dbdpromptober thank you for organising ！！

[everye]

happy pride

(full pictures under the cut)

+ uncle iroh is proud of you

[tubbytarchia]

The bloodied moon cried for you, but you only heard the stars The weeping moon then bled for you, but you only saw her scars

[daftpatience]

Lapin the thuuurddd boom boom lapin the thiiiirrrdddd