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i need every single one of you to go to battle.sad summer fest.com and vote for Hey Thanks! nobody else just Hey Thanks! if you don’t vote for Hey Thanks! i’ll piss in your shoes tonight
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Just wanna say that you give off such chill lovely down to earth vibes, your tumblr is a whole ass vibe and you just happen to be so damn pretty and cute! I hope you're feeling really nice and things are going well for you!
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tahitiwoke · 1 year
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@illwriteatragedy / @withbeasts / in the back of a wailing ambulance. 
they don’t talk. 
the paramedics sit in the front seat, leaving roman and phil to sit on opposite sides of the back cab, mimicked poses; both hunched forward, both with their elbows on their knees. they are staring. the movement of the ambulance shakes them left and right, every bump in the road accentuating the ricketyness of the barren vehicle. 
nothing beeps. nothing swings. nothing drips.
roman looks tired, looks away and at the floor and out the window at the city rushing away from them. phil wonders what he’s thinking; is he replaying the last seven hours? is he travelling back to the restaurant, to the snipers nest, to the car and the street and the steps he took. is he trying to rewrite his motive? 
     “ what happened? “   phil breaks the silence first. roman says nothing and does not look back at him. the sirens wail and get them through rush hour traffic without much to say for it. there is a bloodstain spreading across roman’s shirt - it’s not his blood.   “ fine. you won’t want to talk, then maybe you’ll listen: this cannot happen again, do you hear me? “   like he’s caught roman sneaking into the house late.  
“ this was fucking poor, and you know it. you don’t always have to listen to me, roman, but you do have to follow fucking orders. the next time shit goes sideways like this, it might not be me on the other end of the line. you think hill or sitwell or conroy would be boots on the ground like that? i don’t know what’s going on with you right now, but whatever it is, figure out. this isn’t fucking little league. “
the ambulance comes to a hard stop and phil doesn’t wait for an answer before stepping out, buttoning his suit jacket. glancing back into the cab, he takes pity,  “ dinner at eight. don’t be late. “  and he strides off into the underground. 
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criticalcrux · 1 year
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7 and 10 (munday q’s)
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7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.
There's so much to choose from here and narrowing it down ends up feeling limiting, ya know because why not all of it? Hah. I enjoy friendships, all kinds, the ones where the comfort level is so unmatched that they finish one another's sentences and don't even point it out, where the entire room can be silent but neither finds it unnerving but instead they're safe and secure in it and allowed to be themselves without uttering a word if they don't feel like it. The friendships where they challenge each other in ways they can't articulate like a rivalry but still magnetically drawn to be around each other almost constantly because no one else "get's them" the way that person can. They argue, they compete but they still have that unspoke appreaciation in place that never wavers.
I think, over time I have come to enjoy familial dynamics more and I do welcome it as a pre-established thing when I spot those muses related to mine within canon.
Antagonistic is fun but it has to be agreed upon or else I feel bad. Lol. Even if it's my villain-muse's nature. So I have fun with it but only if it's something I know is expected.
Romantic. Love it. Highly selective though because muses do get their hearts run-over and demolished. And it can be like yikes... Lemme get the spatula out to peel them off the floor and just let them recover for as long as they need.
10. what genre do you most enjoy, whether in roleplay, or fiction as a whole? (fantasy, period, superhero, etc.)
I have the most fun with dialogue. If that can be an acceptable genre on it's own. Like those short quippy back and forth one-liners or two-liners. I can't get enough of that 'think on your feet', impomtu style behind it! But aside from that, I enjoy sci-fi, fantasy and paranormal/supernatural the most. I also enjoy superhero universes and I've come to find through rp on tumblr that I've got a knack for dramatic as well as comedy. Both come pretty naturally to me.
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remthalas · 2 years
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M!A For One Week, Kathool and similar beings cannot harrass or interact with Remthalas. He's free to relax or get whatever affairs he has in order during that time. Absolutely free of charge for Remthalas!
There's a change in the air, like a rope going slack, like pressure equalizing. Remthalas looks up like he's heard something, but-
Silence. True silence. He'd forgotten what it was like to be alone in his own head, free to think and not question if it was really his own voice.
Somehow he felt the metaphorical time limit. A week of sanctuary from Old Ones, from Kathool- he can even say the name, bring the vision to mind, and be met with silence. It works!
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ooc-miqojak · 9 days
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Positive Energy and Vibes for You! ✨✨❤️
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inkskinned · 9 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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irlwakko · 2 years
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not to be all “think of the children” but the fact that companies can openly admit to using methods to intentionally form addictions in children and we’re not killing their ceos in the streets yet is astounding
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taffywabbit · 10 months
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i have lots of flaws but i do at least take a fair amount of comfort knowing that, if i were a customer NPC in a fast food/retail management game, i would be one of the chill early-level ones that can wait a super long time before they start getting impatient, and you breathe a sigh of a relief when you see them show up in a harder level
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raindropsyndrome · 1 year
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Do dulls
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no mcr posting fo today my friends band Hey Thanks! dropped their debut album today!!
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fakehouseresident · 1 year
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8, 19 (and if so what color), 23, 41
8. How many water bottles are in your room right now?
Water bottles? Maybe one, I think my fake wineskin water bottle is in there. However, there are plenty of cans and bottles of pop and powerade.
19. Imagine we were at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? (And what color)
I would certainly try! I don't have super stable hands, but if you have the sense of humor for it, sure! For color...whatever your favorite is, but glittery. Or black and glittery. I mostly have black nail polish.
23. How do you feel about chilly weather?
I have mixed feelings. While I love being able to layer my outfits and still be comfortable, the cold can also exacerbate some of my medical problems. I tend to prefer it over too hot weather though.
41. How do you take your coffee?
I'm not a huge fan of coffee, so the only way I drink it is in a homemade concoction that is technically a mocha but is more like a super rich hot chocolate that happens to have some espresso in it. For emergencies.
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squidwujun · 12 days
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"Hey how is it going?"
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secondbeatsongs · 5 months
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hey, don't cry
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tumblr is the new pdf! ok?
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puppetmaster13u · 5 months
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Prompt 126
You know what would be hilarious? 
Constantine comes into one of those meetings as he sometimes does every blue moon. Though the proper word would be storms into a meeting and practically slams a whole stack of papers down. “Can someone bloody explain to me why the American-fucking-government is trying to go to war with the fucking Infinite Realms?!” 
The Justice League is of course alarmed and confused- and also John weren’t you in Hell?! Yeah, he was, where the fuck do you think he found out about this? 
Now if you’ll excuse him he’s going back to the House of Mysteries with his now haunted trench coat. John, John Constantine what the fuck do you mean by that? No don’t just leave, don’t leave this mess just for them- JOHN! 
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