#tell me if im wrong

[certainchopshopcheesecake]

Is there something about your favorite book that you don't like?

Welllll fav series is that's ok

Its kotlc btw

ok ik everyone talks about this but THE LACK OF DIVERSITY IS CRAZYYYY

Alot of things get left unfinished and/or unexplained like shannon where exactly did the whole "we're getting pathfinders soon" thing bc the only mention was one line in unlocked from keefe(correct me if im wrong)

GIVE DEX SCREENTIMEE

There is alot of character development and this is NOTT a negative but you can never have enough

IM SO SORRY ABOUT REPLYING SO LATE I HAVNT BEEN ON TUMBLR/VERY LITTLE IM SO SORRYYTT

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #dex dizznee #im sorry #tell me if im wrong #ty for the ask <3 #tysm for the ask! #sophie foster #way too many tags #tysmmmm #ty mutual

[foxfeatherss]

I feel like when people are discussing Dear Evan Hansen, they often complain about Evan not getting enough punishment from the narrative. But I feel like as an audience member, it should be fairly obvious that Evan’s actions were not morally okay.

Just because the characters in a story are bad people, doesn’t make the story”problematic”. There’s certainly aspects of DEH that are flawed, but we shouldn’t put people down for enjoying it.

Not every story has to have a big “what I did was wrong” moment.

#i know that DEH has other flaws like its portrayal of suicide and stuff #im talking specifically abt this one thing #tell me if im wrong #dear evan hansen #deh #treebros #theater #theatre #problematic #musicaltheatre

[ratnurse]

Why was the mirror in the bathroom at the hospital right there

#we still doing toilet selfies in 2023? is this uncouth? #i feel like you guys have been through so much with me and wont mind #tell me if im wrong

[menander]

First years: We have a problem!

2nd & 3rd years: ....

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst riddle #twst cater #twst trey #twst ruggie #twst leona #twst jade #twst floyd #twst azul #twst jamil #twst kalim #twst vil #twst rook #twst idia #twst lilia #twst malleus #twst silver #twst incorrect quotes #tell me if im wrong

[pattinsonsupremacy]

top gun: maverick fans have only 3 moods

#tell me if im wrong #top gun maverick #top gun #video

[cyberrose2001]

Megatron has a FAT puss, the mech is a size queen and a a firm valve mech (I will defend this from now until the day I die!) and only Optimus’s spike will do. He fantasizes about taking Optimus’s spike in his mouth, his valve, and his aft and smothering Optimus with his hot, sopping valve.

Bit of a ‘Dead Dove: Do Not Eat’ idea, but I’d imagine that if the war was over and the Cons had won, Megatron definitely would have taken Optimus as a mate and have him sire his sparkling. You know, standard crazy Megatron things.

I also think that when they were still Megatronous and Orion Pax, Megs was ass over yea kettle in love with Orion. Megatron loves Orion but hates Optimus, so he separates the two in his mind and in a scenario like the one above, Megatron would either make Optimus return to the name Orion or someone make Orion return like when in the Unicron Arc when after defeating Unicron with the Matrix, Optimus got amnesia wand when back to his identity of Orion pax.

i do agree that megs has a fussy (fat pussy) and is an absolute size queen there’s no denying..,,, the rest could be delving into non-con territory somewhat… idk that’s just me hmmmm

#tell me if im wrong #but yes megs is size kween #tfp megatron #valveplug #asks

[angsty-anxious-obscene]

This is Rebecca (grey) & Teddy (blue)

#tedbecca #i think thats the ship name? #tell me if im wrong #renfield (2023)

[spidey-bie]

"Can't get enough?" The french accent coating their speech was thicker then he'd ever heard from them, the tone coming along tired and the voice soft. "Yous can lead well with that dishy chatter, Gigglemug… Yous not picking someone to shag?" The canopy over the designated smoking area wasn't big. it took only three steps before they were shoulder to shoulder. the width of the area was even smaller. They had to be pressed so close to fit, when they looked to speak all he could see was their face. Something in him felt nervous and jittery, like everything was too little and too much all at once. Yet, he couldn't be calmer. The rain made everything feel so much colder, and when cars passed, their headlights revealed that the buildings and sidewalks were muted and greyish. The brightest thing in the entire street was the person he came here for. his heart fluttered at their words, needing a second to figure out what they meant.

"Isn't that a douche thing to do, abandon your friends for someone you'll never see again?" He asked, hands twitching against the railing. Hobie couldn't stop his eyes from following their hand as they brought the cigarette to their red lips, the long manicured lavender nails shined against the light with help of glitter. They didn't look happy. Their yellow brows were pulled together, and the look of their eyes almost seemed to glare with assertiveness and aggression. The way that their jaw clenched gave him am outline on their cheek of their fangs. They barely brushed the cigarette against their lips before pulling it back down to the bar they were both resting on, and he realized they don't smoke from the nervous flutter of their hand when they realized they didn't know what to do with it now that it's lit.

"Yous wouldn't be here to hear the bitching," Snarking, leaning closer, Something was drawing him in and the little feeling was suddenly becoming not so little. Their noses brushed together, and he resisted the need to flinch away. "Is this the part yous telling me that you like me better? Stare into my eyes and tell me yous smitten?" The tone was light and chipper, but in that way he knew they were being sarcastic and bitter. So, that's it then. They don't like the talk going around that they're screwing.

"Nah, Bitchiness isn't my brand of fuck. Sorry to tell you, I can see the stick up your ass from your tonsils," The jab was delivered with a small smirk, and the reward was quickly earned into a snort and a series of melodic giggles. It was more genuine then he thought it'd be, he didn't want anything with them. They would never enjoy it, he could tell that. Their only love would be passion itself. They looked beautiful with it. The shaking of their shoulders eventually settled, and he had to look over to where the cigarette was thrown into the street infront of them, carrying itself down the downpour into the city drainage. Blue eyes fluttered shut and red fingerless gloves with cartoon skulls pulled the long granny-square coat shut and leaned against him. The distance was already small, yet any remaining was quickly snuffed out. Gentle weight met his shoulder and neck, and fogged breaths left the shelter when his breath fluttered for a moment. It was cold out, and he couldn't help but snuggle into them to try and preserve the heat. He could feel the hand they had wrapped around to his other side fiddling with the ends of his thin tanktop. It wasn't the best dress for the occasion, yet he didn't really have much else for bar attire. He just hoped they didn't mind him snuggling into them and their soft ass coat to try and warm himself up. (This is first draft, things will change)

Just breathe Hun just breathe nope. Notearsnotearsnotea-

I don't even know the context for this but it just seems so....UGHHHHH. Like there's words left unspoken between them.

They barely brushed the cigarette against their lips before pulling it back down to the bar they were both resting on, and he realized they don't smoke from the nervous flutter of their hand when they realized they didn't know what to do with it now that it's lit.

Idk why but this is the line that got me. Is this like a parallel to their relationship? Just Am I reading into this too much...idc. They (I'm assuming Moxie) knows how Hobie feels about them and similar to the cigarette they they don't know how to deal with him. (I believe you said they were Aroace correct me if I'm wrong)

Or they feel a certain way about Hobie but it's not the same way Hobie feels about them and they know it.

IS THE CIGARETTE SYMBOLISM OR AM I GOING CRAZY????

I only got a blurb of something and I'm already acting a fool head in hands 🥹.

Um yeah so...yeah 👍🏾

#SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP #BE SO FR RN #HOW DO YOU JUST DROP THIS IN MY INBOX AND EXPECT ME TO BE OK #moxie #hobie x oc #(maybe) #tell me if im wrong #my fuzzy friends [🕷️] #jay webs words

[thebigfudanshi]

A whole lotta Dook doodles because I am so horribly obsessed with this dog.

#dook larue #beach bear #rock afire explosion #showbiz pizza place #art #lineart #cavalier king charles spaniel #i really think thats what he is #tell me if im wrong #i have evidence tho #the rockafire explosion

[hamiltiddy]

since when does f1 have to rely on accidents to get "exciting racing action"

#how did we end up like this #tell me if im wrong #this is not a new phenomenon and i'm not saying that it's anyone's fault #but. it's just interesting

[mint-cat-06]

idk if im missing smt but i think clover didnt go to the island, she just left and i dont think shez planning on rejoining

#tell me if im wrong #inanimate insanity #mint.txt

[mossyboiis]

I made a thing!!! Feel free to use this!!!! Just credit me please!!!!

#my art #headers #i think #tell me if im wrong

[prommytheus]

so is death note just evil heartstopper

#death note #heartstopper #tell me if im wrong

[eternallovers65]

Fred Prinze Jr's Fred walked so Ryan Gosling's Ken could run

#tell me im wrong you can't!!!! #also i refuse to have any slander against both ryan and fred they are incredible and i love them both very much #they are perfect for both roles #barbie 2023 #ryan gosling #fred prinze jr #scooby doo 2002

[buskerfrog]

why is the for you default instead of the following tab. can i not change it? sorry to be an tumblr oldhead but that's so ass

#idk i may just not be realizing i can #tell me if im wrong

[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.