#posted this on my main but here it is

[throesofincreasingwonder]

"A story doesn't need a theme in order to be good" I'm only saying this once but a theme isn't some secret coded message an author weaves into a piece so that your English teacher can talk about Death or Family. A theme is a summary of an idea in the work. If the story is "Susan went grocery shopping and saw a weird bird" then it might have themes like 'birds don't belong in grocery stores' or 'nature is interesting and worth paying attention to' or 'small things can be worth hearing about.' Those could be the themes of the work. It doesn't matter if the author intended them or not, because reading is collaborative and the text gets its meaning from the reader (this is what "death of the author" means).

Every work has themes in it, and not just the ones your teachers made you read in high school. Stories that are bad or clearly not intended to have deep messages still have themes. It is inherent in being a story. All stories have themes, even if those themes are shallow, because stories are sentences connected together for the purpose of expressing ideas, and ideas are all that themes are.

#original post #text post #500 #1k #2k #btw i know my definition of death of the author is loosey goosey here #it wasn't the main point so i went informal with it! as ppl in the tags have pointed out it isn't exact #and i do recommend reading the wikipedia article or similar (possibly even the essay itself if you're narsty) if you want to learn more! #wasn't expecting this to take off so my apologies to my barthes-heads out there #love you mwah #5k #10k #15k #20k

[cozylittleartblog]

@staff if you [change] the [design] of the fucking [dashboard] i will kill you

edit. i want it on the actual post that i am not actually making a de-th threat against the staff. that's shitty. the caption quotes the fucking costco hot dog meme, which i originally said in the tags. if any staff member sees this please do Not take it personally

#dashboard #staff #tumblr update #comic #art #doodles #costco ceo about the price of a hot dog.png #i refuse to believe this is a real problem that site owners think people have #frankly i refuse to believe people had this issue with deviantart before eclipse #i am sorry you have to put about 15 minutes of effort into understanding a new website. feel better soon #my main blog doesn't have it yet but i logged into here to make this post and. i have it #this is fucking terrible. it would ahve been really really funny for april fools day but not as a permanent change #i hate it a Lot. i hate it so fucking much. oh . my god. #edit - guys i amnot actually sending de*th threats to staff it's the costco hot dog meme

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

#i'd have like. five. which isn't a lot but IT KEEPS HAPPENING #stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #here we go again boys #i've had this floating in my head for a Minute and i was like #nah i'm not gonna do it #maybe i'll anonymously write a fic #but no we're mombin posting on main #i think on twt we agreed it's a 'what's the worst that could happen' situation #platonic co parents can be so so so personal #also i have One more stobin wip and then bg3 again i swear #when i have a baby i Will be putting my giant black wings on beforehand #they have to know what kind of family they're coming into #cw pregnancy

[kataraqui-archive]

Saw this post and I had to

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #lae'zel #shadowheart #I'm pretty sure my main account got shadowbanned cuz none of my posts are showing up in the tags :') #so here have it on the side blog

[eeldritchblast]

I truly wonder if white fans are even capable of understanding how hard it is just being in a fandom space when you're not white. How alienated you feel every other day. How often you're told "it's not that big a deal" or "it's just a fantasy game get over it" or "it doesn't matter" or "go save the rainforest instead of crying over a game" or etc. etc. etc. to the point where you yourself start to question if there's something wrong with you... that it's your fault for being hurt all the time. Because it's never just about one racist mod, or one piece of whitewashed art, or one offensive post... it's all of it. Together. All the time. It's so fucking exhausting and it's why POC quit fandom spaces a lot.

#had a hard time deciding if i should post this on my main or here #ended up with this one cause i'm specifically thinking about bg3 fandom at this time #but it's certainly not unique to bg3 #anyway i'll shut up now

[marblerose-rue]

click for better quality!

mothwing (and hawkfrost)

#my art #mothwing #hawkfrost #warriors #wc #waca #warrior cats #riverclan #this is very rough and a little experimental but i like it so thats all that counts rlly u_u #GUESS WHO ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS TO MAIN AND HAD TO RUSH TO GET IT HERE BAHAHA #i reblog w/o tags 24/7 and im too cluttered to ever post art on my main . ill reblog and thats it LOL

[chilchucktimbs]

saw an image on tumblr and it reminded me of them

#sorry for the non chilchuck post #i was debating on whether i should post this on my main or here but decided at the end of the day to post it here #dungeon meshi spoilers #dungeon meshi #marcille donato #laios touden

[amanfromnewjersey]

I am going insane about these stoats

(my insta is @trisideseye and that's where I mostly post art. I'm purely posting here bc @quiddie is active on here and I need aabria to know, personally ,how fucked up I am about these stoats)

#burrows end #burrows end spoilers #burrows end tula #tula burrows end #brennan lee mulligan #aabria iyengar #i. abandoned tumblr. i am trying to not use tumblr for any more than following people. i used to post here but i gave up bc i got annoyed #im in physical pain. every ounce of me doesnt want to post my cool art on fuckung tumblr. #tumblr CANNOT be my main social again. I need to give my socials to EMPLOYERS. i want to make art for a JOB #but there are more dimension 20 bitches on tumblr than insta bc its the mentally ill platform #and i need. peiple to understand how fycked up i am abt this stoat mom. #im insane. im insane. im insane. im biting this piece of media im the jugular like i myself am a stoat #and i cant SAY that on instagram the EMPLOYERS will have my ass!!!!!! #anyways. #dimension 20

[sm1l3b0t]

we talk a lot about that one quote where kim dokja describes yoo jonghyuk poetically and gay as hell but what we dont talk about enough is how han sooyoung was the one who wrote that. i fully believe he did think something along those lines but also that description is han sooyoungs. what a funny thing for yoo jonghyuk to read. 'yeah our dead friend thought you were SO hot in this moment, let me intricately describe it' there is no way either han sooyoung or kim dokja are coming out of that situation with ANY dignity

#yoohankim #orv #fuck it im just posting my orv thoughts on my main and then reblogging them here #ive accepted my tls12lessthan3 blog isnt getting unshadowbanned any time soon #so different blog it is

[kimsuyeon]

#posting here bc i can (eri told me “ummm main” when i asked where to so i listened... JKHDFKGHJ) #002 #my demon #song kang #kim yoojung #kdramaedit #kdramadaily #useroro #eritual #m:my demon #*500 #tbh idk how to tag this but :D #*1k

[campesine]

Revolutionary Girl Utena Episode 5 (1997)

#i got some leftover utena gifs i can post here! i'll be posting SO MANY MORE on my main! #original #rgu #flowers #sku #revolutionary girl utena #shoujo kakumei utena #flowercore #flower aesthetic #warmcore #cozycore #nature #naturecore #nature gif #gardens #gardencore #garden aesthetic #retro anime #90s anime #oldanimeedit

[babaistrans]

Loving this game

#bomb rush cyberfunk #dj cyber #brc #brc red #bomb rush cyberfunk red #my art #doodles #bomb rush cyberfunk fanart #posting here and not on main bc be gay do crime is unfortunately not a great look with my fam LOL

[matt-tholomule]

please tell me no one’s done this yet

EDIT - REALISED I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO ATTACH THE ORIGINAL

#the owl house #willow park #hunter toh #huntlow #this came to me in a vision #my stuff #1k #(<< thank u?? this is like my third proper art post here i love the huntlow mains mwah)

[can-a-tuna-fish]

Give him $25 and he will come home with a bag full of food that hasn’t seen the light of day since the early 90’s.

#hello be more chill fandom (7 people in the world) #I love him for his ambiguous early 2000’s charm!!! #in my own little universe bmc takes place in like 2012 - 2014 but he could exist in any time frame and I’d go ‘yeah that seems right’ #this phase will likely not last long I fear #but I didn’t want to main-post it so it goes here #his patch says ‘don’t be a dick’ because I forgot what it actually says when I was drawing this #I forgot the Ecuador flag patch :( #michael mell #be more chill #bmc musical #bmc #bmc fanart #bmc michael #undescribed #my art

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I want you whipped into shape!

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #better drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #yu ziyuan #wang lingjiao #wen zhuliu #'When I say jump - say “how high'”? You know you're doing it right when you start to cry!“ #Of course I can't resist the Legally blonde reference. This is the Elle Woods is canon in PD-MDZS blog #I love this scene so much. There are a lot of things to say about it and I would go over the limit if I indulged. #Suffice it to say the main takeaway *here* is that I think YZY is milfboss of the millennia. #I intended for this to be posted on international women's day but my ambition led me to keep trying to make it better. #And by better I mean I spent several days (re)drawing this one and that is **not** what poorly-drawn-mdzs is supposed to be about. #I will be making the next few comics worse to compensate <3 At the very least I will honour my time and tag it as 'better drawn' #('my time' spent hunched over my desk while I chant 'this concept is *not* above my skill level!' over and over again) #Funny story about PD!Wen Zhuliu; he was supposed to show up sooner but I kept accidently cutting the comics he would have been in. #So I like to think he just went on a long coffee run. 'Go get me an (insert coffee chain) pink drink' said Wen Chao. #'He never said from which location' said Wen Zhuliu as he proceeded to walk 100km to the farthest cafe he could find.

[loxare]

On their wedding day, he put his hand to her cheek and called her the most beautiful woman in the world.

He could have been correct, from an objective standpoint. Truly, she was one of the beauties in town. Her curls always in perfect order, her smile plump and joyous, her figure comely, even hidden modestly beneath clothing. From an objective standpoint, he was wrong, as nothing about beauty is objective, but none in the town would have disagreed with his assessment.

They spent several years together, in loving bliss. They built their house together, they planted their garden together, they grew together.

And then came the day that a hole in reality opened beneath him. Without thought, she jumped in after, a bare half second after he vanished.

When she opened her eyes, she was somewhere else. The stars were different, and wrong. There was the wrong number of moons, and the sun was the wrong colour. But the worst, most egregious wrong was that he was not there next to her. This, she could not abide.

She had nothing to her name besides her labour, but that she had in abundance. She travelled, from town to town, trading hours of work for food and board. She taught herself to draw, and she drew her love. Over and over, she drew him. In the dirt, on walls, on her own clothes. Asking, always asking, if any had seen him. Eventually she acquired paper and ink, and drew her husband again. Her inquiries became easier, more frequent, although the answers never changed. For none had seen her love.

She learned many things as she travelled. She learned how to fix a carriage wheel. How to tend to livestock and how to weed a garden far larger than the one she had known. She learned to shape a bowl from clay and to chop timber and to carve wood. She learned to fight off brigands who would take from her her sparse money, her life, or worse.

She learned other things, about this place she was in. It was a place where many came, and few left. A nexus one called it. A refuse heap, another said. But the method of arrival was always the same. One moment in the familiar, the next falling into the strange. But the people were the same, for all that they were often of alien appearance. Some looked down upon her dirt covered hems and worn boots. Some ignored her. Most were willing to at least listen to her question, to look at her picture, so carefully drawn. To keep an eye out, and pass on a message should they find him.

Time passed, and passed, and passed. The world she came from did not have things such as magical crystals or soul mates or wizards, or if it did they had none of the power that those here did. Regardless, one town she stayed in recommended she find the local witch, for they specialized in red strings of fate.

And so she did. The witch gave her a bowl of stew and a comfortable chair, and then listened when she spoke, and looked carefully at the drawing. It was a different one. She had drawn many, over the years, as the old ones wore out, and as her skill increased. And the witch said that they did not know if he was indeed her soul mate, but if he was, then the red string of fate that they revealed would lead her right to him. She need only follow it.

It was not an easy ask. The witch wanted a blanket woven by her own hands in payment. And so she stayed in the town, longer than she had stayed anywhere. She traded her labour and her art for thick wool, and weaving lessons. It was near winter before she had a result she was pleased with, carefully folded in her arms to be presented to the witch. The blanket was unfolded immediately upon delivery, shaken out to its fullest extent. The blanket was scrutinized, for quality of the weave or for something else that she could not fathom. Finally, the witch nodded their head. They turned back to their cottage, moving to close the door. She protested, concerned about her end of the bargain, but needn’t have worried. For around her finger was tied a red string which hadn’t been there before. The end led off, through the woods.

And so she followed it. She followed it through fallen leaves. She followed it across rivers. She followed it through snowbanks and through melt waters and through hot summer sun. Finally, she followed it into a clearing on a mountain. And fell to her knees in despair. For in this clearing was nothing but moss, and the end of the string, fading into nothing.

She did not have long to weep however, as a hole in reality opened above her, and down he fell. Without thought, she moved to catch him.

He was just as he had been on the day she had left him. And as he opened his eyes, she suddenly felt ashamed. For he was here, perfect and whole and young. But it had been years and years for her. Her hair was frizzy and knotted. Her lips were thin, her hands were rough, and her figure both hard and flabby at once.

But he opened his eyes, and he called her name, and she nodded. And he smiled at her, and called her the most beautiful woman in the world.

On a truly objective standpoint, he was incorrect. Both because beauty was not within the realm of objectivity, but also because there were many women who could be called more beautiful, subjectively.

But she also knew that he was speaking nothing but the honest truth. For he loved her. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her. He loved her hair, frizzy as it was. He loved combing it free of knots, and helping her braid it in the mornings, and loved tucking flowers into it, to surprise her when she looked in the mirror. He loved her smile, and loved seeing it, and loved being the cause of it. He loved it when she spoke to him, when she told him of the things she had done, and what she had learned. He loved her art, even as he blushed darkly at being her only subject. She taught him what she knew, and delighted when he found particular pleasure in pottery. They travelled, to find a home that suited both of them. The first time she defended him from brigands had been a terrifying and yet exhilarating experience for them both.

And they built a house. With a room full of paper and clay. And a garden, and a loom. And always, forever, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

#Loxie's fics #story time #hmmmm thoughts #this might be a folk tale in the book I'm writing #It's like. *related* to a main character's plot arc #but not entirely #but it might also just exist here and in my thoughts #long post #I suppose