wheneverrrrrr you see (mostly) mormons or pentecostal women talking about how they needed to get married young im sorry they sound ridiculous. and stupid sorry. everyone who talks about the virtues of getting married young sound so ridiculous. this is not cinderella this is real life
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imagine not being able to enjoy a ship because they break up y'all are weak and won't survive the winter
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imagine being so boring that you hate obikin enough to make an anti post about it. like imagine not recognizing that obiwan was literally also so young when he was thrust into becoming a master? a kid himself? imagine thinking that he and anakin didnt grow up TOGETHER at the same time, with each other’s influence? imagine not realizing that their magical space wizard force brain and soul bond doesn’t transcend our pathetic human concepts of “roles”? imagine not drowning in the glory of them having an indescribable and tragic gladiator grecian intimate connection? imagine not realizing that they CAN and ARE all types of bonds, and continuously weave through them? imagine not thinking that obiwan and anakin grew well past and beyond their “master/padawan” dynamic when anakin grew up and became a fucking man. imagine not internalizing the clone wars era and how they relied on each other, were best friends and literally raised ahsoka together? imagine not realizing the deeply beloved, canon things theyve thought/said about each other in the novels? like not shipping it is one thing, but being a clown is another
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Me with honk honk star rail/ g*nshin. everyday i see fans being delusional and calling 30 y o women old and skinniest ppl thicc
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tumblr users 4 some reason when kids grow up in the suburbs w 2 loving parents: 😡😡😡🤬
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Also a lot of people find it extremely suspicious when a woman on here says she hates men. Like do you guys feel this way about other situations too or is it only women who need to be nice about their oppressors
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Hey anon get a life, spamming graphic imagery in our ask box is cringe
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met someone today who said they won't vote for legalizing recreational weed in our state because it's still illegal federally and they "won't help set a precedent of states rights and anti-federalism"
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cis people will say “I found out I’m having a baby girl at my anatomy scan and I’m experiencing gender disappointment” but be mad when you say “who knows? maybe you’ll end up with a son anyway”
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"That sexual attraction is something more than wanting sex..." Oh buddy....
You haven't been with partners have you, where it comes to a point where your differences are painfully obvious?
Also if we cannot understand others so fundamentally despite all of our experiences, then others cannot understand us just as much.
There is a gap of understanding here, and obviously this experience of being acespec has spread across even the globe and not just here in the western world.
There are experiences you are not even accounting for, and you can't account for.
You can't put yourself in our shoes because you are not us, and neither can we you.
You will forever never have certifiable proof.
do you need to replace the batteries in your CO2 meter
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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.
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