#this typo is killing me

[wingzoffeather]

"Although it’s sad, the episode also brings a lot of character growth. Callum begins to realize how much he cared for Harrow as a father. Plus, viewers can see even more of Viren’s red flags through the flashbacks in this episode. This episode shows people that Vietnam isn’t above crossing lines, even if the line is taking his best friend’s wife’s last breath to save it for later." - 10 Best The Dragon Prince Episodes so Far Ah yes, it is so tragic when Vietnam crosses lines like taking a best friend's wife's last breath to save for later...makes for great tv.

[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.

[nicecrumbart]

ur art is sooo pretty to look at :3 could i mayhaps request a desert of the duo,,, if ud like to,,,

Idk what scars thinking about here but it doesn't seem very funtimeswithscar 😔

And thank youuu, finally got an excuse to draw desert duo hehe

[u3pxx]

safe for work... but not from love? 😳🦺⚠️

my piece for the @klapollo-minibang for the wonderful @soulplumber1337's fic! go read it neow!!! my fellow artist @ange1ux also made some excellent art for it that you should also check out!! 💥✨

like what i do? support me on ko-fi! 💜♥️

i forgot how to make posts what do i babble about again FDGHD ANYWHO had the unlucky time of me experiencing art block as i was finishing this BUT THAT'S OKAY!!! BC I DID IT!!! AND I THINK IT LOOKS PRETTY DARN OKAY! and i know klapolly are supposed to be the stars here but i can't help but find daryan in the bg so funny LOL

i also remembered how to render as i was coloring this, whenever i go through long periods without drawing i usually forget how, oops! but i reallyyyy enjoy the subtle color changing and the rim lighting for this one, sososos tasty

anyways! i know the previous minibangs i usually drew some mock posters (i can't help it, they're very fun pftt). but, unexpectedly, i leaned more into making this look like some manga cover; bc as i was drawing it, it just started to have the vibe of one imo pftt so i decided to take a lot more inspiration from romance covers! (idk if in the end, was the inspiration obvious? my brain is fried rn i cant tell if it is GDHJD)

once again, go read the fic here!!!!!!! it's a very delightful read and i'm sure you'll enjoy it!!!! oshapollo my beloved!!!!!!!!! this pitch had me hooked when we had to choose and it's been fun to draw for it! i also can't wait for yall to see my artist partner's work bc MAN!!!! IT'S AWESOME!! so so honored to work with my MB partners! yahoo!!!!!

ok im running out of things to say sayonara 🫡 stay safe

[crowmise]

Light of Truth(?).

[umblrspectrum]

every ship is simultaneously real and non-real depending on whether it fits my narrative at any given moment. schrodingers ship. schipdinger

[katimanki]

From Hate When I Sin by @foodiewithdahoodie 💖🫶🏻

When I started this fic and read the first scene, I had to put my phone down, grab my iPad and sketch it out immediately!!

[applepeye]

Can you imagine male reader torturing poor Gojo’s prostate till he goes almost insane from the pleasure? Crying and whining and whimpering but he loves it 🥺🥺😍😍

YesYesYesYesYesYesYesYes

Satoru's large hands gripped the bedsheets under him as if it was the only thing keeping him alive . His teeth clenched together with the exception of the low whimpers that erupted from the back of his throat.

His big blue eyes filled with tears , each thrust you delivered to his prostate watered-down his resolve more and more.

You delivered a spank to the already bright red patch of skin of his thigh, satoru jolted up , the skin that wrapped around your dick tightened deliciously.

A with a few more thrusts satoru inlarged the pool of cum below him as well as filled up the room with his choked out sob .

You pulled out to remove the semen filled condom. satoru ,thinking that you were done- sighed and caught his breath, his whipped away his tears and rubbed the bruise on his thigh.

Only for you to pull his back into your lap , your bare cock rubbing itself in-between his plumb ass .

" h-huh?"

You chuckled a pit and held his neck tenderly before licked up the sweat on his neck . " You didn't think we were done did you ~? After that stunt you pulled."

You lifted his up making sure you entered him and sat there for a few minutes, as both you and satoru caught a breath , gojo looked down at this bulge in his stomach with reddened face as you toyed with his nipples.

After making sure satoru had enough time to rest a bit you lifted him up and made him place his weight on your chest you spread his legs a bit .

Gojo placed his arm around your neck to help a bit , now that his face was in better few you gave him a quick peck and started thrusting.

Satoru always felt good , no matter how much you fuck him he always as tight as a virgin . But now... he felt even better.

" God, I love this ass.."

Gojo could only respond with whine , he threw his head back , his previously whipped tears coming back in full swing.

Plopplopplop

Along with gojo's moans and your grunts filled the room , after a good amount of the you placed gojo back down on the bed thrusting in and out to chase your high. " baby I'm going to cum -! , can I cum inside~? Please..."

Gojo whined loudly and nodded furiously purposely tightened his hole to not let you go.

You buried your face in his hair , gripped his thigh tightly and came inside , your cum flowing out even though you were fully inside . Gojo had came too , not long after you in fact.

You signed and pulled out before flipping the white-haired man over on his back to his twitching body and fucked out face .

You chuckled a bit and leaned down to his cheek , to which he responded with a whine .

" thank you baby~"

[housecow]

"public academic career" ... so you're basically gunning for the fat professor, where you return each semester bigger than the last and get off on knowing everyone is noticing you get fatter (to their astonishment).

THE fat professor. i’d attend conferences and need people to help me make it up the 4 stairs to the stage, out of breath before even starting my presentation. maybe i’ll need to request an accessible lab space from the university because i know, inevitably, a scooter will be the easiest way for me to get around..

everyone will know i don’t go out in the field anymore. i can’t. but a lot of research can be done from sitting in a (double wide) officechair and damn if i don’t get stuff done. the “secret” mini fridge in my office will definitely not be a secret but i’m not embarrassed about it. and if i’m covered in crumbs more often than not, it’s normal

each new paper is marked by a remarkable increase of weight—people start to wonder if it’s purposeful, and they’re partially right. the cakes, meals, and shakes my feeder prepares in celebration of the publication of each paper definitely has an impact, too. maybe, that night, as they’re inside me and i’m more full than ever before, they whisper “i’m going make you so heavy you can’t go back”

it’s enough motivation to keep me eating, anyways.

[missazura]

I'm at the brink of a suicidal breakdown. I've been waiting to get my paycheck from an illustration job I've done last October 2023, I did ask them about it and said that I would get paid on the 27th. It's the 28th and I still don't see any updates on my end. I've gotten my hopes up for so long, every month since and I've burnt the fuck out from waiting.

I've been refraining myself from eating and buy myself stuff like food and toiletries and I've completely ran out of money to survive. I wish i could accept commissions but I haven't been doing great mental and physical wise and I don't have the means to draw other than a few sketches to cheer myself up. I'm completely burnt out.

If you could help spread this around I would appreciate it, every bit helps at least to cover my necessities for a while until I hope to eventually get paid

I'm sorry for asking for donations so frequently I just can't hold on for much longer in this state

Donations and reblogs are appreciated, thank you

[vaperarmand]

a gallery of memory

armand/daniel, e, 7.3k

tags: Pre-Season/Series 01, Missionary Position, Body Worship, Mildly Dubious Consent, Blood As Lube, Memory Alteration, Bouncing on it in a way that establishes character development. and character regression

Language:

Daniel is half-drunk and, as he is most of the time, unpleasant. These are important facts. The other important facts are as follows: Daniel is three years away from sixty. Daniel’s second marriage officially ended seven months ago, though she moved out two years ago. The divorce took a long time because he was dragging his feet on signing the papers. He doesn’t know why he dragged his feet for a whole fourteen-and-a-half months. He told his wife and her lawyers and his lawyers it was because he was too bogged down in preparing this memoir to give a shit about some paperwork. He is so fucking tired of getting divorced. He’s decided, officially, that he’s not ever going to get married again, even if it means he doesn’t get laid for the rest of his life. If needs must, he’ll buy a fleshlight. New York, 2010. Daniel celebrates the release of his memoir with an old friend.

[ghostzzy]

inspired by kitkat @crimeronan's codependency poll, here's a codependency poll of my own, featuring dynamics from my ocs <3

[fuckedmutt]

dumb puppy panting in rbs! taken right after i came and the vibe kept going <3

[nashvillethotchicken]

I know it was like pulling teeth to get his monthly court ordered 17 dollars a week in child support

[cyberdontist]

MBAV Challenge (3/8)

Favorite Movie Moment: Benny's prolonged screaming (and being dragged away by Ethan)