friendly reminder that if I see cute suntan (omori) content, it will be reblogged and i will be making happy little noises and kicking my feets and swinging my arms around excitedly. Please feed me suntan art I need more of these two gays desperately.
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dinner date with taibani yammy yammy
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So-
I noticed something. In season 1 ep 19 we got a little stricklake scene. One of my favs because-
Nooo... if i start i won’t stop again.
Anyways... BARBARA LOOKS AT THEIR HANDS. So strickler took her hand and she looked in his eyes, looked at their hands together and looked back at him....I CAN'T, IT'S TOO CUTE-
Annnd I just wanted to post it in case someone didn’t saw that (for me important) detail. I love how their relationship grows over time. It shows that they maybe didn’t hold hands that often until this point. And just how she looks back at him like....ahhhhhhh
The way Strickler still holds his eyes on her face because he probably thinks about how beautiful she is.
And her is a gift of it that i made just because i needed it-
(Not to mentioned that he dosen't hold her hand. He just puts his over hers so she could slip hers out if she dosen't want to, what shows how he respects her and her boundaries and that he won’t force her and- okay i will stop-)
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My forever pair 😭
Based on a lovely photo of Brett & Hardwicke which I can’t find on Tumblr now, I just can’t get enough of these two
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OUR DATING SIM (2023)
LEE SEUNG GYU (as Ki Tae/Eddy)
& LEE JONG HYUK (as Wan/Ian)
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Wishes Lost and Granted
It had been an unexpected sight. Kotallo had returned to the base two months after his departure to inform Hekkaro of the oncoming threat of NEMESIS. It had been a week’s hard ride, mostly through harsh desert and he was bone tired. He had entered through the western entrance, heavy saddle bags draping from his right shoulder, he pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to wipe away some of his weariness. Moving as silently as a kestrel in flight the Marshal reached the common room and was struck by the image of Aloy. She was slumped over a pile of scrolls. Dappled in crystal blue light, deep furrows of fret etched upon her face. She must have fallen asleep searching for the answers she fought so hard to find. For a moment Kotallo watched her. His commander, and though she found the title uncomfortable, his saviour in so many ways. He silently lowered the saddle bags and approached her with all the stealth of a cloaked dreadwing. He watched the furrows deepen. Pain and fear creeping across her face. Her breathing uneasy. Kotallo empathised immediately. A nightmare. He knew that feeling well.
I decided to fully embrace the hyperfocus. I've had crappy health again lately and ended up in A&E for a while today so I decided to endulge. Let me know what you think!
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god hen and karen never fail to get me with these crying scenes between them
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Pls look at them.
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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing
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god I fuckign love ocs. my characters. my friend's characters. the characters of mutuals ive never spoken to. the characters of artists ive followed and maybe spoken to a little more. the characters of complete strangers I see in passing and think "aw that's cool". if you have ten fans I am one if you have one fan it is me etc etc. I love you
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listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.
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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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There's an up-and-coming Tech Giant, called Fenton Works, and Batman is determined to prove that the company is a front for a villain.
Danny, after his parents turned from Ghost hunting to being the first official Ghost Anthropologists, decided to repurpose some of their weapons.
And, well, there was a contest being run by Wayne Enterprises; whoever can design a robot that will help the environment got prize money and a grant.
Danny, in all his mechanical engineering prowess, was bored. So he designed a thing. Repurposed the Fenton Guns into a cute robotic tortoise that would clean the beach.
It spiraled from there, and now Fenton Works is the leading name in green technology that's cleaning up the Earth bit by bit. Sea Dragon robots that clean oil and trash from the ocean; beach tortoises that clean the sand and beach and deposit their hoard of trash into designated receptacles that Danny uses as material to make more robots; Cryptid "stalker" robots with long legs that delicately patrol forests to perform "fuel management" and clear out the underbrush to help manage wildfires; moving gargoyle robots that sit on top of skyscrapers to help clean the air with huge sail-like wings, etc.
Basically, Danny pulls a Doctor Elisabet Sobeck, but with less world ending and more actually helping. (Not that the world ending was Elisabet's fault, of course, but different franchise)
And due to the number of times aliens try to attack and rogues send their own robots to attack people, naturally Danny installed self-defense protocols, along with one single golden rule written into the very OS of every single robot; Save Humans Whatever the Cost.
Problem is, Batman has never seen robots like this not be used for evil purposes, and he knows that their power source (a closely guarded Fenton Works secret) is some sort of liquid that glows green.
He really only knows of one liquid that glows green.
So he's determined to find everything he can about Fenton Works, because there's no way that Daniel Fenton isn't actually a villain in the making.
Danny's just thrilled for the chance to work with Wayne Enterprises.
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hngghh domestic......
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hazel: percy and annabeth just have the most beautiful relationship
piper: i know! they are SO in love
frank: and they are always so on the same page
leo: and their relationship is so mature
*meanwhile*
percy and annabeth outside the cabin fighting over who gets to talk to sally on the phone first:
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