#i like this i think

[nightcorecarseatheadrest]

Chris lastmas I heart you my gave

#I like this I think #four draws tag #splatoon art #splatoon 2 #splatoon #splatoon 3 #shiver #shiver splatoon #Frye #Frye splatoon #big man #big man splatoon #deep cut #deep cut splatoon #frostyfest #splatfest #squidmas

[familyguylovr]

Hai guys. I’m gonna try to draw/post every day if possible. I’m trying to improve my art/how stiff it is. Hope you enjoy my little doodles. <3 I like my silly little guys if you can’t tell.

#spamton fanart #spamton #utdr #utdr fanart #deltarune #jevil deltarune #jevil #lancer #i like this i think #jevil fanart

[fuckingwhateverdude]

8.20.23

#i like this i THINK #my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #vent writing #mental illness #bipolar disorder #spilled ink #self hatred #second person narration

[wychelmie]

inside the old fire tower

#ts4 #sims 4 #s4 #ts4 build #sims 4 build #ts4 interor #build #interior #ts4 maxis match #ts4 inspo #post #i like this i think

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

The voice drifts over the water, raising and falling with the rhythm of the waves.

How beautiful, you think. You've never heard anything quite like it.

Then, your reason kicks in and you think, what is a woman doing out here?

All there is is water, the endless sea stretching for miles and miles. There is no other ship in sight. It's too far away to come from yours.

The voice rises up again, soft and wonderful, the sound cradling you to the waves lapping at the wood below.

You close your eyes, humm along.

Her voice forms the images of coral reefs, of ships setting sail for unknown regions, of brave sailors full of thirst for adventure and knowledge, confident.

You smile. You remember the same images, only a week ago. And so far you've been lucky; the sails are billowing in the wind, carrying you steadily towards your destination.

You lean on the rail, peering down at the dark blue sea. It's as beautiful as always, deep and unknown, and yet so comforting. You know the sea like an old friend, or maybe a lover. A dangerous lover, you know, but a lover regardless.

You lift a lazy hand to wave the blue ocean, and a hand appears to wave back.

The hand glitters from the water. The fingers are long and slim, elegant but strong. A lady's hand. The skin glitters from the water and the sun, and the skin looks soft.

The voice is stronger. It's sweet sound come from down there, from between the waves. It is the song of the ocean herself.

A face rises between the soft lapping waves. It's the face of a woman, a smile on her lips and the deep green and blue of the ocean twinkling in her eyes as she sings and her hair moves softly with the current.

It is a friendly smile.

She laughs, barely pausing her song and beckons you down to her.

You climb down the Jacob's ladder, never once looking away from those beautiful, beautiful eyes. Those eyes that hold the sea. A lover. Your love.

Her smile grows wider with delight, and you reach out to meet her hand. It is as soft as you imagined and as delicate as it looks, but there is a surprising strength behind it.

She laughs again, the sound like those of waves breaking against the ship's bow, of fish frolicking in the waves.

She pulls you along into the embrace of the sea, and you don't resist.

You have barely let go of the ladder that she stops singing.

You furrow your brow. You barely have time to breathe in as her grip, suddenly much stronger and almost painful yanks you beneath the surface. The water closes around you, salt stinging in your eyes.

She begins to sing anew, undeterred by the water engufing her, too. Only with a moment of delay do you notice that she isn't moving her lips at all. Her mouth is widened slightly in a grin, revealing rows of tiny, jagged teeth.

You do all you can not to waste any of your precious air, but you try to pull away.

Her grip is hard and unrelenting, her skin rough with scales. Nigh invisible skin spans between her fingers - thin, but strong. Strong enough to hold you.

There are slits to the side of her throat, vibrating softly with every breath she takes, every word coming from her. You don't know the words, but you understand what she is singing. She sings of the sea, of raging storms and drowning sailors. She sings of the cold, wet embrace of death and darkness.

You struggle more. You cannot hold your breath much longer. You need to get back to the surface, but as you look up, the light is already far away, and you are descending.

You look back at her. She is still smiling. There is an emptiness beyond her, reflected in her pupilless eyes. This empty, lonely sea is the one that will devour you.

You know, in that moment, that you will not escape her.

It does not stop you from fighting, squiriming in her grip. She smiles, bares her teeth, flutters her eyes at you. Her nails dig into your skin. Her scales glitter in the faint light from so far above. Her hair isn't moving with the currents but on its own accord, like a living thing. Her fish tail is strong, every flap sending you down further.

Come, my love, she sings, in a voice that is rough with salt water and yet ethereal, carrying through the water as easily as your voice carries in air.

Then both of her hands close around your jaw. Her fingers are long and thin and clammy and force your mouth open like they're made of steel. You can feel the last of your air escaping.

You cannot hold this much longer.

You meet her eyes. You know your panic is showing on your face, despair in your own eyes. Her show the lonely, dark blue of the sea around you, empty of emotion.

You are alone. She is not human, not even slightly.

You know there is no escape. You will join the other skeletons at the bottom of the ocean soon enough.

The icy salt water stings sharply at your throat when you inhale, filling your lungs.

You kick at the water with desperation, movements uncontrolled.

Come, my love, she hisses, grinning with all those teeth, her blank eyes staring hungrily, her nails digging into your cheeks. Her scales are glittering just like the sun on the waves above.

The sea is a lover, you think. This monster is a lover, just the same. Beautiful at first glance, easy to fall in love with. Dangerous and deadly just beneath the surface.

You love her anyway. You always have.

The last thing you know is a cold, too big jaw and rough, scaly skin pressing up against your mouth. Soft hair that-is-not-hair drifts around you, hiding the emptiness. Too many, too small, too sharp teeth scrape against yours as she pulls you into one last, passionate kiss.

You can feel ice creeping through your limbs, your vision going black.

Come, my love, she sings, and you hear both the hiss and the beautiful song at once. She is both. She is the sea.

I'm coming.

You inhale, too tired for desparation, and the salt water is like oxygen in your lungs.

The sea is lover. Dangerous, deadly, beautiful. Sometimes, the love goes both ways.

#creepy mermaids #see that was my original inspiration and then my brain was like 'make it a kiss' for some reason and then it was like #'a mermaid kiss lets you breathe underwater right' #so this was just supposed to be creepy and i suck at writing people in love bc wtf is physical attraction yknow but #i like this i think #tho i didnt read it over even once #my writing #oh you love the sea? well guess what it wants to kill you. or maybe it loves you back. who knows? not me #no but seriously creepy mermaids for the win. their magic make them look like whatever you think attractive #and by the time you see through it and see how Inhuman it is its too late

[fencesandfrogs]

ix. tiny god

you're a fall person, in complexion and preference. the cool weather suits you, the deep warm colors make you look flush and joyous, and the crunch of leaves under your feet remind you where you're from.

in a few months, you'll get lost in the woods with your best friends. a few months ago, your brother got lost in the same woods. both moments aren't ones to consider. focus on now: you're well-lit by autumn. the sun shines on you, kisses your cheeks and makes you a happy color. your eyes shine like they've got gold dust in them. your heart beats happy, even in the rain.

in a cold december night, you'll see god. in the snow and the frozen air and the way you press yourself into the very moment because it's that perfect. fall ends in coldness and you find god where it's frozen and that probably says something about how you think about love.

but right now, it's fall, and the wind ruffles your hair affectionately. this is the time you belong to.

prompt from @nosebleedclub's october list

#mine #writing #i like this i think

[sab3rto0thed]

i will never not be angry about everything but now i am angry in a do less and look from afar way i will never not forgive and i will never not forget but i won't let it strangle me i will never not be angry about it but the anger will stop leaving bruises on my skin and ugly red marks on my throat and hickies on the thin cavity of my chest. i will never not be angry about it but i have at least two handfuls worth of things not to be angry about and people that would do almost anything for me and i can't be angry when they hug me so hard it hurts. that's the good kind of bruise. so i will always be angry about it but i will not break things over it anymore. i will not cut chalk and storm around like a god damn hurricane. i will not be angry about it when i have so many things to not be angry about, like being hugged three times because someone loves me so much they don't know how to say goodbye and it's okay because i love them just as much and i haven't been sliced open in a year and my anger has peeled out of me like a plant lets water through its soil. i love you, thank you for taking my rage and shaping it into something kinder. i love you, i don't know how many times i have said it without saying it. i really, really love you, thank you for making my skin my own. i love you, i love you, i love you, and i will never not be angry about it, but i am not angry very often anymore, and that is the best gift i have ever been given

#i like this i think #i've been in a very sentimental melancholic reflective mood lately #i want to write more about it than just write sad angsty stuff #poetry #anger #words #love

[pezcautism]

VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.

Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)

#self #last night i kept stimming thinking about this LOVE IS AO REAL. AUGH #i dont like damming but this is a step in the right direction AND it gets the public involved #i love that! more public interactions like this in ecology please! thats how you bring change! thats how you make ppl see the beauty in life #marine biology #ecology

[yeehawpim]

a comic about fix-it fanfics

#original comic #fanfic #fix it fic #fandom #dr who #bbc sherlock #avengers #my comic #my art #been thinking about the truly dumb amount of time I've spent reading fanfic #i started writing fix-it fic like a couple months ago and I Get It #teenage pim was a dumbass

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[some-pers0n]

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery

#I'm going to be real with you I think anybody who hates on Will Wood has only heard like thirty seconds of it #will wood #lemon demon #mother mother #jack stauber #sp-rambles #glass animals

[mias-back-from-the-dead]

tbh i think the funniest phenomena that's been happening in the last couple years is "youtuber, having gone too deep into the research hole, has been made an investigative journalist against their will"

#like im not gonna name names but i can think of at least 3 channels #where they stopped posting short form content and went #wait the patreon is paying my rent im no longer a slave to the algorithm gods #HELL YEAH TIME TO SPEND 5+ MONTHS PUTTING TOGETHER A 3+ HOUR VIDEO #and i eat that shit up every time

[lastoneout]

I know this is a tiny part of the wider problems born of diet culture, fatphobia, classism, and racism but like god the idea that "healthy" food must inherently taste bad has completely ruined us as a society.

#MR. KELLOGG I WOULD LIKE A FUCKING WORD #beating this man's fucking corpse with a broom #I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU AND YOUR POOP AND WEIRD CHRISTIAN NONSENSE NOW EVERYONE THINKS PLEASURE IS BAD FOR YOU #KILLING AND BITING AND MAIMING

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

#'your moon is here' things that make me explode like a supernova #UGHHHHHHH what if i was perpetually in your orbit. influencing the tides. protecting you from asteroids. and slowly drifting further away. #then you stopped moving and i was only pulse to your dead heart. orbiting you. right where ive been left. and so you started turning again. #ria.txt #personal #space opera au #(<- not about what you think is about) #hiiii this is gaining traction so glad we're all going insane :D your moon is here is SO fucked up. so good. #xkcd #randall munroe #space #moon #anyways xkcd comics are so good. entertaining witty and informative. check em out!

[fencesandfrogs]

i. into my arms

you've always believed that love is less of an art and more of a science. you have to believe that. because if it's an art maybe you just don't have an eye for beauty.

sometimes when your mother holds you, she whispers, my mother never did this for me. you've wondered if you're supposed to be grateful for this. if you're supposed to thank her.

he asks you, while you're dancing, do you trust me? you think about his hand on your back and say yes. but you don't really have to think. you trust him in the way you fit together. he knows this.

you like to fall asleep on his chest. one arm around you, your head over his heart. it feels like safety. it feels like home. it feels like being loved.

as a child, you climbed up into the branches of trees. you were never good at monkey bars or the rock wall in the gym, but you scramble up anything with dirt on it as easy as breathing. there's something about being up high that means being safe.

driving home, the car stops suddenly, skidding over ice. your friend's mother throws her arm in front of you. they buy you dinner and apologize to your parents, for getting you home late.

it's easier to let in than be let in. it's easier to hold someone than be held. it's easier to love than be loved.

prompt from @nosebleedclub, oct. 1

#mine #writing #poetry #i like this i think #i think it's nice

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

#thinking about the person i saw saying that if you're at a protest #and other protesters try to stop you from becoming violent you should just kill them bc 'peace police are still police' #even taken as hyperbole that's simply dumb as shit on every conceivable level #it's also pretty blatantly hypocritical coming from people who are usually self-avowed prison/death penalty abolitionists #like i'm sorry but you don't get to be a death penalty abolitionist and also call for the death of your political enemies online #this isn't a major issue or anything i'm just bored and annoyed