idk if this makes sense. but i kind of love that the last of us makes me cry and viscerally FEEL true emotions on a weekly basis. like i cant remember the last tv show i watched that had me consistently bawling my eyes out and so immersed in a show because of the characters, the story, the incredibly strong writing, etc. and it doesn't feel manipulative. it just feels profound and beautiful and poetic but also tragic and... human.
incredibly confused by modern hookup culture and the idea that you can enhance your own sexual pleasure by never committing / being emotionally involved with a partner and sleeping with lots of different people. sure, you get the thrill of sleeping with a new/ish person. but nothing will ever come close to the levels of pleasure you get when you and your lover both trust each other entirely, and know each other's bodies like they were your own. why would you deny yourself that level of pleasure by never forming a connection. truly fucking bizarre to me.
the thing about Ingo’s chest cracking and how that would be a terrible wound…
now I can’t stop thinking about Beni… Ingo trying to save Akari… but getting badly wounded in the process… the ramifications Beni and Kamado would face… and… is there an infinite amount of fire in Ingo’s chest? Does it’s intensity reflect his physical and/or mental state?
sorry for the many questions your aspects AU has me by the throat (pos) and the art you draw! Is amazing!
The consiquences that Kamado faces for his actions and what they caused were far greater than he ever anticipated though he should have expected what happened after.
on a deep space mission traveling from an environmentally devastated earth with hope to restart humanity elsewhere
when they’re halfway, an explosion kills 3 crew and pushes them off course
the only witness is the Alternate who has no specific role, and she has to figure out who caused it & if they might continue to sabotage, while they're figuring out a way to get back on course with limited resources
flips between present and the past: of her childhood and training for the mission, her identity struggles, and relationship with her mother
questions the ethics of ‘restarting’ humanity elsewhere vs putting resources into fixing earth
I do think that not being allowed to be a little grumpy and unreasonable in private without someone noticing would give me new unique kinds of neuroses though. I have always wished the imperial radch books examined breq's surveillance of her crew more in the later books because the common radchaii habit of being intentionally oblique/people from other places being more oblique and unreadable when talking to someone from the radch irritates breq frequently but seems to me to be the natural result of constantly being monitored. breq may be causing some of her own interpersonal issues here
talking to a friend about getting back into art and i think the #1 most important piece of art advice i could ever get or give is just "figure out what is FUN to you"
like i think there is sooooo much emphasis on how to build SKILL in art but a lot of it really treats art like a job or like video game grinding, like it's this thankless job that you have to work at in order to reach a Threshold and i know it's not EASY to make yourself have fun but like
imo a solid 70% of the reason i create art is because the Act of Drawing is fun to me. it's fun problem-solving and planning and putting down lines and playing with colors and tools. it's fun to depict little scenes in my head or to create outfits or to find ways to fill the canvas. never forget that creating can be fun. sometimes it's hard and sometimes you have to battle through your own blockades to get there but the ultimate goal should always be to ENJOY it, to find what you enjoy doing and then do it forever. improvement will follow enjoyment.
i think especially with all the debate about ML image generation it's more important than ever to embrace FUN. if you're only focused on the end result it's so easy to get in your own head- to think about what doesn't look good or what skills you don't have yet or to compare yourself to other artists. but photography didn't kill the art of drawing and AI won't either because, simply put, there will always be people who want to do the physical act of making art because it's fun to do! using paints and markers, splashing colors around, doing shitty pen doodles, using the symmetry tool in your art program to do abstract mandalas that are just squiggles formed into patterns. do art like you're 5 and you've been handed markers to pass the time. do art like you're bored in class and you're keeping your brain entertained by drawing stick figure comics in the margins. do art like an absent thing, do art because it satisfies your brain. the goal is not to make something beautiful and perfect, the goal is to make something because your hands need to make and your body needs to make.
Unfortunately, it took me a while before Nancy became my favorite character, but one of the most important scenes towards that jump in ranking was the Snowball Dance, when she asked Dustin to dance with her. First off, it's already kind of sweet that she was willing to be a chaperone at the dance in the first place. However, it’s that simple act of kindness that really lets her character shine.
Nancy was friends with the party, sometime before season one. She has genuine relationships with all the boys, even though insecurity and other teenager-doms have distanced them. Even though she no longer talks to them much, she still cares a lot. She notices them, and pays attention to their feelings. When Nancy caught sight of Dustin’s dejection, she didn’t just smile encouragingly, or go over to give him some sort of pep talk. She had far too much empathy for the reality of his situation for that. Nancy was a social outcast without many friends herself. She genuinely felt for him in that moment, and understood. It wasn’t pity that moved her, but compassion.
Still, sitting and comforting him would have been an act of compassion in and of itself. Nancy asked him to dance instead. She kept in mind how it might have looked to his peers, and decided to attempt to use that in his favor instead of invoking pity; a pretty older girl wanted to dance with him.
It's such a simple scene with no real hidden layers, which makes it hard to really dissect. But that same concept could have been handled in a hundred different ways without it being so pure and good as it was. Nancy could have come across as kind of uncomfortable with it, instead of being so focused on him. She didn’t have to be so sweet as she gently taught him on how to dance with a girl more naturally and less awkwardly. She wasn’t exactly sure what to say to make him feel better, but everything she did say was genuine. She kept it lighthearted, but I think she really believed everything she said; he was her favorite of Mike's friends, and he really would capture some girls hearts when he grew up.
She then proceeded to make sure he had a genuinely good time, laughing and joking with him.
I think it’s so interesting how we as a community really like exploring this soft, beautifully poetic quality of vore, but only ever seem to do so in writing. I’ve seen so many lovely poems and short stories waxing on in beautiful prose about the beautiful inner workings of the human body and the intimacy and trust that comes with having another person literally inside you, but when it comes to art you almost never see that. Sure art often focuses on those same qualities as well but...they’re never emphasized as beautiful in quite the same way I think. And maybe that’s why my art is so soft and almost like...classical feeling? Because every time I draw I want to capture that poetic beauty in a visual format. Something that, while painting a visual picture, also evokes a very special sense of awe. Even in the silly little scenarios I draw or the spookier pieces I post every once in a while I find myself trying to integrate older styles of poetry and artistry I don’t see much now. And maybe...maybe that’s why my art feels so nostalgic...
i really don’t know how to explain the like. yeah he’s queer he’s been out as bi for like 15+ years it’s not something New and it’s also not like i haven’t been a fan of queer actors in the past so it really shouldn’t be a big deal but like. every time i remember it it sort of bowls me over. i think maybe it’s bc i haven’t had this sort of hyperfixation on a real queer person before or maybe it is just something about him but. god he’s SO important to me and he’s wanted and loved men and he’s bi and jokes aside that is a part of himself which Does find a way into almost all of the roles he plays and he is out there living as a queer man and idek what i’m trying to say. if i think about it for too long i get emotional.
uploading this at 1am and scurrying away, like a gremlin
Most of the way through Chapter 5 of my fic, I started writing this. I only worked on it for like two hours and then finished Chapter 5, then went back to this... It ballooned up to 7,000 gd words somehow. Girls, please.
All of them are still dealing with their time in the Construct, and the various ways they've been affected by the Princess. After a bout of sleep paralysis, Paranoid unexpectedly finds herself... bonding with Cold over it all.
Yeah, let's just say "bonding."
(This one does turn into outright smut, so, uh. Be aware of that!)
(Also also, thank you @phospolipid-bilayer for pointing out that Paranoid probably wouldn't take being separated from the others well psychologically/emotionally because I think you have just irrevocably changed how I interpret that character in the context of having her own body -- that ended up being a key part of this fic when I hadn't even been intending it!)
Sometimes, the things that make you gender euphoric now might not always, and I think it's important to recognize this. I don't mean this in a "dysphoria can make the things you find euphoric now dysphoric later" way, but that does happen. I mean this in the way that gender euphoria can lose the "novelty" of it and become another aspect of life that you grow accustomed to.
I used to feel very euphoric when people referred to me as male, because that wasn't always my reality. But now, it's just another aspect of life. People have regarded me in the way I do, and now it's life. Obviously, this isn't always the case, but it has been for many instances.
I think sometimes people assume gender euphoria is something that you will always experience no matter how many times an event that makes you euphoric occurs. For me, I think the euphoria came from being treated like an equal - and now that other people have started treating me like an equal, I've been more assertive. Now that I know what it's like to be treated like a person people see as a peer, I really don't feel euphoric about it so much - I mostly feel normal about it. That's not to say that going against a trans person's wishes is a morally correct move - it isn't. It'll never be.
I think this is important to recognize because part of me felt as though I was almost losing a sense of being trans because I started to feel this way. But I don't think it's accurate to describe that experience in that way. I think it's more accurate to recognize it as a growth or an evolution of one's transness.