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doodoodinklefart · 7 months

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this was supposed to be a doodle!! because i was feeling a little sick and then i put my playlist on and the yaoi monster took over. i literally love them so much they are everything theyre in love theyre so beautifully tragic together they are my favorites of everything ever i love them

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #stsg #goge #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen fanart #did i mention i love them #doodooart

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chippdhearts · 3 months

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Sam and Carla as Tammy and Verna The Fall of the House of Usher (2023)

#samantha sloyan #carla gugino #the fall of the house of usher #verna #tamerlane usher #flanaganhorror #tfothou #mikeflanaganuniverse #tfothou;tu #tfothou;verna #gifs;mine #mine;cgugino #mine;ssloyan #did i mention i love them

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nikkosan · 3 months

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early valentines but make it gay

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senditothemoonn · 1 year

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Did you guys know the 🍆 emoji is a penis?!

#it’s only been a few weeks since I drew them but it feels like a lifetime #my loves…#WAAHH #guys #did I mention I love them #sigh #scotfra #francis bonnefoy #alasdair kirkland #my art #hws scotland #hws france #hws scotfra

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cowboyunderscore · 7 months

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rasraz propaganda (out of character, apologies)

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#did i mention i love them #winter au because yk #crime and punishment takes place in unreasonably warm weather #they need the bite of winter to truly find themselves #crime and punishment #rasraz #always #dostoevksy #ruslit #razras

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jessadamsdraws · 2 years

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Some sketches of these gay monkies

#fanart #my art #monkie kid #fan art #lmk #art #digital art #lmk wukong #comic #lmk macaque #pride month #did I mention I love them

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freak-vy · 1 year

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#did i mention i love them #Envy #fmab #FMA #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fma envy #fullmetal alchemist #My art

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jeansyvesmoreau · 1 year

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Dani: flirting is a power, she has that in spades

Freddy and jack in the background, looking at cal and then each other: 👀

#did I mention I love them #six of crows #shadow and bone #sab cast #grishaverse #soc

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allthingsobrien · 8 months

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john mulaney & nick kroll being adorable besties

#john mulaney #nick kroll #they have such an amazing friendship #i love them both so much #the way nick looks at john in most of these gifs #super adorable #i don't know which gif is my favourite #they're just all great moments #aww #did i mention i love them #they're both so attractive too #heart eyes #my gifs #gif set

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nikatyler · 1 year

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#did i mention i love them #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims #simblr #rose legacy extra #oc: tyler #oc: sharon #ship: shyler

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vampqueers · 4 months

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Forever loving the choices Ally makes

#did I mention I love them #dimension 20 #d20 #fhjy #d20 fhjy

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cocobox · 1 year

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I have fallen in love with manta plushie you have no idea.

#sky cotl #sky children of the light #thatskygame #i am in love #i am obsessed #i will die for him #i will kill for them #did I mention I love them #my beloved #i am losing my marbles #holds gently #coco box post

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nikkosan · 1 year

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First kiss at a parking lot under city lights

#art #my art #artists on tumblr #sapphic art #first kiss #lesbian art #sapphic kiss #sapphic yearning #i want a girlfriend #girls are just so pretty #my babies #wlw art #they grow up so fast #i'm so gay #they're so gay #did i mention i love them #do yall even know their names

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inkskinned · 10 months

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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.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

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stil-lindigo · 1 year

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patchwork canary.

a comic about two girls, fate, and a powerful man who felt entitled to something that wasn’t his to own.

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emmyrosee · 3 months

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I found out akaashi calls Kuroo ‘Pain-in-the-ass Kuroo-San’, so here you all go

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“No, truly.”

“Like, he’s so cocky, for what?”

“Literally!”

“And don’t even get me started on his hair today; like good lord, did he look in a mirror?”

From around the corner, Kuroo and Bokuto listen intently, one with a small smirk, the other with worry in his eyes. You and Akaashi had been talking in between practices for the past three days, for hours on end, and it was about time the two captains called you out on it.

What they didn’t take into account, was the one and only, calm, collected Akaashi Keiji to be such a gossip.

Even Kuroo’s got to admit, it’s kinda hot to hear his insignificant other and Bokuto’s wrangler talk shit.

“Do you think they’re talking about me?” Bokuto asks, and Kuroo shakes his head in mischief.

“No, they’re talking about me, Bokuto.”

“How can you tell?”

“They’d never talk bad about you- one, they adore you, and two, Akaashi knows better than to risk putting you in a mood-“

Interrupting Kuroo’s countdown, there’s a groan from the other side of the wall, followed by an akaashi chuckle, “hey- he’s your man.”

Kuroo smirks, “number three.”

Bokuto’s worried expression turns to one of amusement, “ohhhh, you have ugly hair!” He cackles, pointing at Kuroo. Behind the corner, the two of you go quiet, and Bokuto covers his mouth. “Well good luck, Kuroo!”

“Thanks, Bokuto,” he chuckles, stretching before making his way around the corner to face you both. “Heyyy,” Kuroo sings as he walks towards you. He lowers his eyes as you shift in shock, and Akaashi merely looks up at him in challenge. “I was wondering where you two disappeared to.”

“Same place we always do,” Akaashi says flatly, taking a sip of his water. “I’m glad you’re able to use your cognitive thinking skills to find us.”

He gives Akaashi a fake, dramatic smile, before letting his body language drop back to casual. He casts you a look, “hey babe.”

“Hey love,” you mewl, resting your head against his thigh cutely, and he knows you know he heard you and Akaashi not thirty seconds ago. He smiles and gently uses a large hand to cup the back of your head, thumb gently stroking your temple.

“Whatcha talking about?” Tetsuro chirps, smiling fakely. “Got all nice and quiet when I came around the corner.”

Akaashi rolls his eyes, “talking about them potentially becoming a manager for your team. Why’re you acting weird?”

Tetsuro lets out a loud “ahh,” in understanding. “Was that before you asked if I looked into a mirror today?”

Akaashi smirks, “before, of course.”

“Right, obviously.”

You blink at him in mercy, “we were just kidding…”

“Oh, I’m sure,” tetsuro says, pinching his brows as he nods in understanding. Then, he hunches over to be closer to you, face to face.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you pay.”

You scream as he scoops you in his bulky arms and tosses you over his shoulder, ignoring your flailing limbs and laughter. “You, I’ll deal with later,” he says, locking eyes with Akaashi.

Who only gives him a smirk to rile him further, “in your dreams, Kuroo-San.”

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