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kkrazy256 · 9 months

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#I finally reached this episode of tuc and paid more attention to this bit than the scene happening AHJKASH #they're sooo #like i get it because of the ap explanation but otherwise i would have been like what is happening??#ally beardsley #zac oyama #brennan lee mulligan #the unsleeping city #dimension 20

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psychicpinenut · 2 months

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#flirting

#the mentalist #mentalistedit #tmsource #thementalistedit #patrick jane #teresa lisbon #jisbon #tvfilmspot #filmtvcentral #tvfilmsource #tvandfilm #tvedit #filmtv #tvfilm #cinemapix #mywork #they're sooo #this is called flirting ladies and gentlemen

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jake-wheeler · 3 months

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BUCKY & CURTIS MASTERS OF THE AIR 1.02

#masters of the air #motaedit #tvedit #bucky egan #john egan #curtis biddick #*#they're sooo

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themuseoftheviolets · 8 months

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this is the greatest thing ever

#they're sooo #hilson #house md #8x5

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millaysmaeve · 4 months

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*sighs* they are really partners aren't they?

#the gilded age #bertha russell #george russell #bertha x george #handholding in public #instead of arm holding #this is really soft actually #they're sooo #i'm not a fan of this dress but who cares look at them!

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ndn-craft · 10 months

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love watching Jimmy and Katherine's roblox videos, they're good for the soul

#katherine: jimmy go step in that bear trap see what happens #jimmy: alright!#jimmy with his leg caught in a bear trap: ow #they're sooo #craft chats

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frankenjoly · 1 year

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no thoughts only baby (teen) Ranposano

#ranposano #edogawa ranpo #yosano akiko #bsd #bsd s4 #THEY'RE SOOO #AAAAAAAA #SRSLY I'M GONNA CRY SO HARD #THEMMM

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viralvava · 8 months

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d and left hand *explodes*

#they're sooo #they love eachother they hate eachother they are incomplete without the other they depend on eachother like nobody else #d leaves left hand to his own devices constantly and trusts him to do what he needs #left hand trusts d to come back for him and failing that he'll go back to d #d always acts like hes an annoyance he could be rid of any time but they need eachother #my brain cannot connect the idea of them being separated permanently theyre dying for good together or theyre not dying at all

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girlbossdean · 2 years

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going insane listening to my destiel playlist rn. if you even care.

#they're sooo #also i'm going to bed now good night besties it sure was a day <3 #destiel #deancas #spn #girlblogging

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yuliangs · 2 years

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ok so banjou wants to end the war as soon as possible for sento’s sake so he’s willing to get stronger even if he loses control. sento doesn’t want banjou to get hurt so he’s willing to use the hazard trigger to stop banjou even though it will cause sento to lose control. so he does and he kills someone. so now sento’s hurt and banjou blames himself

#girl help #they're sooo #yu.kr

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busysavingtheuniverse · 3 months

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i can't say anything too bad about the live action i feel like because i think of the cast's cute faces and feel guilty

#they're sooo #💘💖💗💓💝💞💟❤💌❣😻💕😍🥰

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inkskinned · 10 months

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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.