girl our system is crazy yesterday cooper made us play minecraft for almost 12 hours and now kian is making is play fnaf world for almost the same amount of time 💀
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godddd god god god god okay
once again. i reiterate. sharing the content on mark's onlyfans is not bad just because it's for charity. it's bad because it's a violation of his consent. there is no fucking debate here, no ifs ands or buts. just because he's a public figure does not magically mean it's somehow okay to fucking ignore that. there is no situation in which it's okay. be fucking respectful holy fucking shit
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yeah no shit sherlock, of course a country established by mostly western forces in the East is not good and it doesn't work and there's problems with it all the time. and yes, Palestinians suffer under a right-wing government that has been protested by its own people.
not one civilian deserved to die, not yesterday and not the years and decades before and yet I've read some seriously disgusting takes on this app. it doesn't matter if it's that side or that side or maybe even someone from another country altogether. if you're laughing at or blaming someone who's done NOTHING to you specifically for being raped and killed, you are a really bad person and I hope you get a grip. it is NOT okay to excuse men parading around a woman naked on a car who's been killed with "oh but they were opressed" BY THAT WOMAN? no. so stfu. "civilians dying to help the cause" do you even hear yourself? how low do you have to steep to excuse taking the life out of someone who hasn't done anything. you can't justify calling someone's death either "tragic" or "justified" simply by the country or city they were born in and that goes for everyone. every single person dying is tragic and it's disgusting that some of you who are countries away are celebrating this. seriously, get a grip, people are dying and it won't stop because of this dehuminatization.
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Has anyone leaked the gacha chimereon base? I don't want to support seel.
this isn't a blog for fucking leaks loser i didnt post the stygians ones and i wont post the fucking chimereon ones too plus im pretty sure if it's paywalled they'd realize you're using it without payment
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just saw someone equate detrans with nazis
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Mlp infected aus that just erase Discord from existence is so funny, he would shut that shit down so fast. Not even all that for the sake of friendship or whatever he’d see it and be like erm… not really my cup of chaos, this is just gross (snap, fixed)
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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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also stop fucking talking about "what if indigenous americans did october 7th to you today??" you weirdo. stop! what a disgusting argument to make, have some fucking shame.
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Because it's just like. Darcy did everything Lizzy ever told him to, yknow? He asked how she thought people should kindle affection and she said dancing, so then he asked her to dance. She asked what he qualifies as an accomplished woman, he looked at her and the book she was reading, and said a well read woman. She said he should talk while they're dancing, so he asked about her and her sisters going to Merryton. She told him he should practice talking to people he's not already familiar with, so he came over and visited her the very next day. You know??? Do you see???? He has been shouting from the very start that he cares for her, in his own way, just as Jane shouted her love to Bingley, in her own way. And then when she was visiting Rosings and Lady Catherine de Bourgh, his own aunt, was being obnoxious and rude to her, he felt the shame of having undesirable connections just as she had in the beginning. Do you see it!!!! Mr Darcy has been ardently in love with her from the very beginning, and he's been missing the parallels between their lives the whole time!!! He's so pathetic and sopping wet it hurts!!!
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priest guy sending mixed signals, what is he up to?🤨🕶🤏
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