whenever I'm watching a video recipe and they use those automatic electrical salt dispensers i stop watching
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"Any thing that you do other and eat, sleep, shit, fuck, and kill is a symptom of insanity" what are you even talking about man
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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.
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I find it so funny that Amanda PRETENDS to suffocate Adam AND replaces him with a fake skeleton AND forces him to lurk in the shadows with his camera for years SIMPLY to keep Larry from finding love.
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Anyway, for me, the funniest part of the tumblr Dracula book club is that there’s WAY more Dracula nerds than I previously thought, and we’re all collectively waking up, looking at tumblr, and finding that our hyperfixation is suddenly relevant.
And then we all get to sit in the corner giggling at all the newbies who have no idea what they signed up for. I saw a post like “oh boy can’t wait to see everyone’s reactions to the polycule antics” and half of the tags were like “sorry, the what?”
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Of course they would sneak off
Coriolanus knows…of course he knows and Lucy Gray is telling the old man to go back to sleep- he’s just rambling and she’s about to make him meet his maker if he doesn’t shut up in the next 2 seconds.
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Little random sketch idea that popped into my head after reading a comment of coriolanus locking clementine in her room to prevent all sorts of meetings with Nathan but momma said “sike” while opening the door for her T^T
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I say this because I've been drinking with my dad for six hours and people we're with keep asking about my dead ass mother and how we're coping (shit as hell thanks for asking): but goddamn sometimes I have to take the W on my vocab skills, because I'm drunk as hell and I'm still better than someone who's had weeks to edit something. I don't want to inflate my ego because I'm just some woman on the internet, but at some point I have to acknowledge that...no I know I'm better than what I'm reading rn (she says reading academic articles at midnight).
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I am once more begging fic writers to stop using "orbs" and just fucking say eyes. Orbs does not make an attractive alternative at all and whoever told you it was, was lying.
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Am I the only person violently annoyed by the X files scully/mulder thing
like i haven’t even watched more than a season, and haven’t watched it in years— but something about the director INSISTING it was platonic, making an affectionate m/f relationship and still having it be platonic, refusing for years to make it romantic— that’s special. That is dear to me.
and then the viewers got attached to “sculder” (including a lot of people from the LGBTQ community, surprisingly*) and rioted until it became canon.
I’m not an avid follower of X files, I just found this out a couple years ago and was incensed. Like— it wasn’t the director who made them romantic. THEY WERE SUPPSOED TO BE Platonic!!! Fuck!!!! FUCK!
*sculder fans cited that Sculder was a lot like LGBTQ relationships with the ‘romantic chemistry’ the creators kept denying and refusing the audience any romantic interaction. People like to go “haha the director of this show is delusional they are obv. in love look at how they look at each other-“ *gunshot*
want to clarify I have nothing real against sculder fans, just sculder itself
Sorry for rant :(
I never did watch the X Files so I had no idea, but reading this, seems like I dodged a bullet huh --"
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