#im so so so so so sooo in love

[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.

#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.

[handonmystupidheart]

andrew garfield for gq, 2022

#im sure all the girlies are already posting excerpts of this interview cause the whole thing is so beautiful and sooo him #but. this just got to me. #andrew garfield #words #poetry #grief #love #making a garden is plenty

[angelamcss]

LOVE LIES BLEEDING (2024) dir. Rose Glass

#love lies bleeding #katy o'brian #kristen stewart #cinemapix #wlwdaily #filmedit #filmgifs #fyeahmovies #moviegifs #dailyflicks #myedits #im sooo normal so so so normal soo normal so normal

[voltaical-art]

whadya mean he didnt tell you he loves you??? his eyes literally went soft when he looked ur way...

#bg3 #wyll ravengard #tav #wyll x tav #paladin #baldur's gate 3 #voltaical ocs #bishop #wyllll baby you are my ANGEEEEELLLLL #this scene rips my heart out i replayed it a few times to figure out some dialog #AHHHH i just wanna wrap wyll in a blanket and tell him how much i love him ;_; #also its sooo interesting that you need to persuade him to kiss you. i didnt do that in my original playthrough #cause it felt out of character for bishop #but it rlly plays into the headspace wyll is in like he feels so undeserving of love and affection #that hes not even THINKING of having a romantic moment with you #youre the one who has to bring it up #also im so sorry about my shit handwriting i am too lazy to redownload all my fonts onto my new computer and am enjoying lettering by hand #even if its atrocious

[rikebe]

i always really loved the scene in the fellowship where legolas realises mid-council that gollum having escaped is Really Bad, Actually, it's one of my favourite moments in the book. stoic movie legolas is fun but nothing beats an elven prince jumping up to confess his people's massive fuck-up to the smartest and best of middle earth

#legolas greenleaf #legolas #legolas thranduilion #the lord of the rings #lotr #the fellowship of the ring #lotr fotr #i love book legolas hes so sillay #and so expressive!!! #ill probably draw more comics while im going through the book im sooo inspired and autistic #art only #tolkien

[catgirlscratches]

I hope the next guilty gear game has bridget come back in her 40s and she's been on estrogen for years now and has massive tits and she's also fat send post

#guilty gear #bridget #nobody saw my reblog so im adding to the original cuz you all love that one sooo much

[pierog]

tiny comic about eating toast with friends

#i have sooo many more thoughts about this but i couldnt be arsed making a longer comic..a few ppl seemed to relate so i will put it here #comic #art #artists on tumblr #axolotl #studyblr #academia #<-why the fuck not. it's set at uni #furry #mine #personal #i do wish i spent more time on this but i got 80hd #anyway the experience of loved ones + food is so important to me #and those little moments which you don't realise are so special until they're gone #i'm very bad at living in the present.. always have been.. gotta learn to appreciate wot i have #my hall experience was a mixed bag - loads of fun but also problematic as an institution and i dont miss it #im lucky to have heaps of friends who i love :) #but it's my first year as a Real Adult outside of academia and im trying not to be scared of growing up

[phoenix--flying]

im proof reading the hero killer arc for my fic

hehehehhshaheh

i cant stop laughing

he is PISSED

#todoroki shouto #vs. hero killer arc #mha #commission dabi au #hes so angry #i love him #IM LAUGHING SO HARD OKAY #HES SOOO PISSED

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Jazz Fenton, after years of fixing her brother’s injuries, becomes a Doctor with an inclination towards behavioral health and psychology- In order to make the difference she wants to see in the world she joins Dr. Leslie Thompkin’s practice. 

Jazz Fenton, M.D. has spent years of her life doing research, doing the hard work and the emotional labor, and finally, finally, she’s joining a practice she can feel 100% confident in. She’s goddamn good doctor and she wants to make the biggest impact that she can. 

Dr. Thompkins (who insists that she call her Leslie as they’re colleagues now), is a kind woman, sharp as a tack and keeps her practice open at odd hours to help the most unfortunate. It took some time for them to bond and trust to be built, but now Jazz is being allotted a few night shifts here and there. 

It’s incredible. Jazz gets to spend time with the kids who come in and really talk to them (in addition to getting them antibiotics, heating pads and pokemon themed bandaids) to help equip them with a few coping skills. Her passion for psychology never disappeared after all, but the expansive knowledge of how to heal the human body has made her find a sense of fulfillment like no other.

Having proven herself and worn Leslie down, Jazz now takes up about 1/3 of all the night shifts in the month. She’s hoping to get to 50/50 by the end of the year but she’s content with what she has. Danny keeps odd hours anyway so calling him after work on her walk home can happen any time of day and he will always answer enthusiastically. 

It’s a particularly busy night before he comes in. The Red Hood. 

He was known for being an ally to Leslie, despite being on contentious terms with the Bats, but Jazz had never asked directly. Never one to turn away a patient with bullet hole wounds, she hops into action to get his wounds cleaned, sewed up and gauze wrapped. She’s handing him a sheet (an Infographic! Dani made it with her! Graphic design is her passion!) on how to care for his wounds when he first seems to recognize that she’s not Leslie. 

“No, Of course not. I’m Dr. Fenton. I can’t blame you for not remembering but I did introduce myself as you bled in the entry way. You’re Red Hood, right?” 

“Hm. Didn’t realize the practice was expanding. Where can I find-” He grumbles before pushing her hand aside from where she had still been supporting his shoulder.

“Hold on there, mister. You’re going home, you’re following this infographic and you’re going to get some sleep.” 

“Lady you don’t know-” His voice modulated ton came across antagonistically. As if he was trying to intimidate her. Ha, Jazz rolls her eyes at the inclination.

“Who I’m talking to? Who I’m dealing with? You’re hilarious. I can eat you vigilante’s hero complexes for breakfast. Tell me who I’m calling to pick you up and then you can say thank you.” Jazz snaps at him. It really had been a long night but his whole dialogue thus far is making her a bit batty. 

“Oh really Doc? You know Leslie’s tough shit, and from what I can tell you’ve got nothing on her-” 

“Trying to make me feel insufficient when I just saved your life? That’s cute. I’m sure a lifetime of abandonment by both of your parental figures gave you that. I’m also sure that you inherited this desire to prove you’re not going to be dependent on anyone who wants to help from whoever got you dressing up in tights to fight crime in the first place. Again, I’d love to talk at length about how predictable you-” 

“Bwah- wait- I’m Predictable? You’re probably some nepobaby who had parents who told her she could have the world-” But Jazz cuts him off with hysterical laughter- he couldn’t be further from the truth. Her parents loved her, but nepotism? With what, the ghosts? If anything she got that from Danny, but he doesn’t need to know about her ghostly titles. 

“You’re just some guy who came back from the dead and made his trauma everyone else’s issue. So shut it. And tell me how I’m getting you home from this clinic.” She seethes though her voice stays devastatingly level with each word. 

Speechless for a moment, he eventually relents to Jazz that he’s already called for help on the comms but it will be hours before they can come for a pick up. The sun had already come up and the night had been over for most of them before Hood had walked into trouble. She groans and the realizes the time for herself and the empty clinic around them.

“Fine. My shift just ended anyway. I’ll get you home in one piece and I swear to all the ancients that you’d better follow the directions on the infographic.” 

And that’s how Jazz ended up calling her brother while supporting the weight of a grown ass man (who no longer wanted to talk to her) on her walk home. 

The next time Red Hood appears in her clinic, he’s brought a dozen roses in addition to the cut on his neck that definitely needs to be pressurized like ASAP. Did he stop for the flowers on his way to the clinic? He’s going to pass out from blood loss! She doesn’t even like roses!

#ehehehe #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dc crossover #dp crossover #anger management #jazz fenton #jason todd #she still loves psychology but its a back pocket tool to her knowledge as an emergency medicine provider #jazz is ready to throw hands because becoming a princess during med school sucked ass #she did not have the time #but she loves and supports anything danny is doing sooo... #danny is currently attending gotham u for engineering but lives across town so they just call everyday #he sees her on her off days and always brings her tons of fast food #jason is immediately smitten with the woman put him in his place #the pit maddness was barking up a storm this entire convo but she got him home and he was like holy fuck im in love #jason todd said she saw right through me and that shit was hot #yes he totally stopped to grab (steal) flowers on his way to the clinic #dick picks him up this time. sees the flowers and is like oh cool its my turn to wingman for my lil bro #jazz is worn down by sweet gestures and the fact that hes legit so nice now when he comes into the clinic #he quotes poetry at her sometimes and she's like omg did you just make that up? she's never read poetry a day in her life #only medical textbooks and psychology papers #long post

[ruporas]

tri-trans! happy#tdov 💘

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #meryl stryfe #available as a print also in the little heart #<-- guy who needs to work on promoting. but i just drew this for fun and for my own self happiness... #i drew an one piece vers of this before and i remembered it today while scrolling thru twitter #and knew i had to make a vers for them.... SOON MILLY WILL JOIN THEM TOO!!! love and peace!!! #they just make me sooo happy and its like. most ppl i interact with tends to hc them as trans so naturally. also the way nightow just #designed them. SO trans coded. sometimes i think about vash's design -- look at his little earring his hair his long red coat with the dips #it gets me every time. and meryl and wolfwood and milly... and actual trans canon chara elendira my love <3 #anyway. im just happy being trans on this day. and everyday! it's been pretty rough but it's always nice to celebrate just being here #and with everyone else #ruporas art

[mimikyuno]

sorry for the long clip but this whole scene needs to be in a yuri museum

#im sooo happy to see it finally animated 😭 i couldnt wait to show it to my wife #and i knew that social media would go crazy over it and im so happy wataoshi deserves everything! #sorry if someone already posted the whole scene i didnt see it in the tags and i need it on my blog k #wataoshi #watashi no oshi wa akuyaku reijou #i’m in love with the villainess #i favor the villainess #rae taylor #claire francois #relaire #yuri #video #mine

[190729]

St. Nicholas Day Wolfwood Wednesday!!

trimaxification (plus scrapped wips of some other frames under the cut)

there were just too many things i wanted to change around for these to match nightow's hip forward/hunched poses

they'd probably have ended up very close to these panels, and at that point it'd be more like a manga redraw rather than a trimax style anime redraw

#I LOVE HIM SOSOSOOO FUCKIGN MUCH HES MY DEAREST BELOVED HES EVERYTHING THE CENTER OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WH #OLE WORLD IM GONNA CRY #HAPPINESS IS STORED IN THE TRIMAX WOLFWOOD #super special thanks to my beloved mutual dam for listening to me going completely mental about finally drawing The Character #his design is so simple but sooo fun everyone could and Should draw him its good for the soul #nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #WOLFWOOD WEDNESDAY #!! #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #trigun #my art

[szakkale]

look at my monstrosity

#YIPPEEE IVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS WORK AFDSFVGBRFDVHGB #shitty photos shitty phone whateverrr #bro i have no idea how we are going to hang this up on the wall for the exhibition cause its in pieces but whatevarr #im very proud of myself but im very tired and i hated this work because it was sooo much work #my prof loves it tho so i really do feel proud of myself heheheheee #art

[mitsies]

-;, the worst ! ; michael kaiser > in which, you discover your boyfriend wears glasses.

“‘michael kaiser’s forehead is so big that you could play multiple games of hangman on it.’”

you’re seated on the couch of your boyfriend’s apartment, scrolling aimlessly through various social media as he trekked the length of the living room behind you. it was a lazy sunday, the kind that was meant to be spent in the company of those you cherished. at your statement, though, you hear the pacing stop. the only sounds remaining are the raindrops kissing the curtained windows.

“excuse me?” you don’t need to be looking at kaiser to know that he’s glowering at you. 

“that’s not me. it’s a tweet.”

you turn to the back of the couch, which kaiser moves to lean over, and show him the image displayed on the screen of your device. he’s not paying much attention to that, though. “my forehead is not that big.”

“hey, i never said it was!”

“but you basically just agreed.”

“sorry. it’s just the urge to play hangman on your forehead.”

kaiser purses his lips at you. “you.. want to play hangman.. on my forehead?”

he doesn’t give you a chance to reply, though, as he flourishes a dramatic hand in your face and flounces away. “you’re just like the rest of them, only wanting me for my body.”

you laugh, and a grin creeps onto kaiser’s face as he moves to the end table placed next to the couch. you watch as he pulls open the drawer and removes something shiny and golden- a pair of glasses. he slides them onto his face before plopping down on the couch next to you. “show me the tweet, baby?”

he reaches to grab it but you move away, shifting so you’re facing him. “hold on- hold on. what?”

his brow furrows in the way that makes you want to pinch his cheeks. “what do you mean, ‘what?’”

you don’t give him a response, simply placing your phone down by your side and delicately pulling the glasses off his face. it almost hurts, with how pretty he is even when he’s fully confused by your actions. “i didn’t know you had glasses.”

kaiser’s more bemused than confused now as he watches you examine the frames in your hands. “so you were just so surprised by how gorgeous i look, then?”

“yeah.”

kaiser feels his heart implode in his chest.

“it was a welcome change.”

kaiser’s heart is no longer imploding.

with a gusty sigh, he leans into your side. his jaw rests on your shoulder, and you can feel it when he speaks: “you were being so nice to me 20 minutes ago.”

“20 minutes ago i didn’t want to play hangman on your forehead.”

“so you do want to?”

your only response is a giggle that sends his head spinning in the way that only you have ever seemed to do, and it’s worsened when you slide the glasses onto your own face. he’s infinitely grateful that due to your distorted vision, you weren’t able to see the rosy glow on his face.

“how do i look?”

“god, you’re so fucking cute.”

shifting to face you, his hand moves deftly to push the frames farther up onto the bridge of your nose, and he allows it to linger on the curve of your jaw. the skin of his palm ghosts your cheek, and you allow yourself to lean into kaiser’s touch.

“is this why you set the font size on your phone to the biggest setting? you’re just like my grandma.”

your boyfriend practically recoils and you fight the laughter bubbling in your throat. he coughs in a vain attempt to try and regain his composure but you’re burying your head in his chest in a bout of giggles. his hand finds its way to your hair and he cradles you like precious gemstones.

“i’m taking that as a compliment, actually,” he decides, voice quieter than it was before, “your grandma is cool.”

“of course you’d think that. she adores you.”

“she has wonderful taste.”

“quite the opposite, actually. anyone who likes you has horrible, horrible taste.”

your voice is muffled by the fabric of the white sweater which is askew on his shoulder. your breath is warm on his skin.

“what does that say about you then, baby?”

you let out an exhale that makes him laugh, before replying: “i’ve got it the worst, i think. the worst ever.”

#blue lock x reader #michael kaiser x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock #kaiser x reader #kaiser michael x reader #michael kaiser #kaiser michael #blue lock kaiser #reader insert #this used to be 2k words but tumblr deleted it sooo.... #im so in love with this man

[gunstellations]

In the world I love

_

In a different world

#vanitas no carte #vanoé #doomed yaoi save me...save me doomed yaoi #play on the opening song + visual sequence + the fact that vanitas could only ever be happy in an alternate universe also #+ the other fun little fact we learn about him from episode one #i have complex feelings about this anime #its pretty damn fucking good #but im a leeeeetle iffy about the way it developed the female characters.....they had potential and i was actually excited to #to see some good solid female characters even the respective romances with their l/i's felt good at the start #not jeanne obv. they fucked up a perfectly good woman and her whole dynamic with v could have gone sooo well without the reall #really forced flirting behaviour.... i liked the more serious relationship they had it made me actually not hate what they had at the start #but yknow. whatever. sorry about going off about another ship on this but im just....i love jeanne a lot. i wish they didnt do her so dirty #my girl deserves better than this asshole #you want white/black dynamics??? let her get married to domi and then we can talk #i enjoy this show and i enjoy vanoe a lot #very yuriyaoi if you ask me #my art

[lifeof-pink]

i think the way the book became 3rd person pov when kim dokja got off the train is one of the most fucking genius literary moves ive seen in years

#maybe im being dramatic #but im sooo serious i thought it was fucking AWESOME #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv spoilers #kim dokja #sorry im just so #i think about it a lot #it was SO SMART #i was like oh???? why is it 3rd person???? #is something going on???? #and then fucking. then yes!!! something WAS going on!!!!! #screams #that being the last chapter before the epilogue made me scream #if there wasn’t an epilogue it would have been such a fitting end too but then you check the page count #and realize there’s like 500 left and you’re like ‘WHOAH WHAT THE FUCK’ #and keep reading and with dread in your heart you turn the page and are like OH SHIT #god i fucking love this book