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happylittletrees3 · 2 years
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omgnotanotherone · 2 months
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I was bored so I recreated Anisa's apartment from Paralives. Some things are obvi a little different since some things are impossible in TS2, or I just didn't have any similar CC, but I think that it came out pretty cute. It was fun to work with a colour scheme I would usually never go with, it's given me ideas for my future builds.
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missmitchieg · 11 months
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Pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks And say you want me
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dedkake · 2 years
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when i was a horse | mcshep, .6k, t
thank you @pinkoptics​ for providing me with comfort and entertainment while i’ve been sick! and indulging my silly little ideas <3<3
read it below or on ao3
“A horse?”
“Yeah.” That comes out sounding more like a sigh than anything else as the blankets shift around on the bed. “A horse.”
“You fell asleep listening to me explain the finer points of tuning the deep space sensors and you dreamed I was a horse?”
John wrestles the blankets down, presumably just so Rodney can see the creative way he’s got his eyebrow raised, since he doesn’t say anything, just levels Rodney with a bland look.
Or he’s hot again.
“It makes sense,” Rodney says, setting aside his laptop and grabbing the thermometer off the nightstand. John’s fever had broken the day before, but Rodney’s not above being cautious. “Maybe. Horses are strong and fast and you like them, for whatever reason.”
John glares at him, but takes the thermometer anyway, shuffling up on the bed so he’s sitting up before sticking it under his tongue.
“And,” Rodney continues, curling his fingers to stop himself from smoothing John’s hair off his forehead. “And a horse could get you away—you did say you were captured, right? Stranded?”
The thermometer beeps and John squints down at the readout before setting it aside. “Normal.” He tips his head back against the headboard. “Don’t know why I still feel like shit.”
“Seems pretty normal for someone fighting off an alien infection,” Rodney says, pushing at John until there’s room for both of them on the bed. He gives a thought to the laptop across the room, but his tablet’s on the nightstand and that’s good enough for now. “How about next time you think twice before marching through a strange swamp with an open wound?”
“You weren’t complaining at the time,” John says, but he’s sinking down into his cocoon of blankets, throwing an arm around Rodney and pulling himself close.
Stealing one of John’s pillows to give him some relief where he’s propped up against the Ancient design of John’s headboard, Rodney finally allows himself a moment to run his fingers through John’s hair—manfully ignoring the fact that it’s 48 hours overdue for a wash. “Hate to break it to you,” he says, “but you’re bound by the limitations of having a human body, just like the rest of us.”
“Yeah, well,” John says, pushing his forehead against Rodney’s hip. “Tired of lying around all the time.”
Rodney very strategically does not point out that if John weren’t as sick as he is, he wouldn’t be lying in bed, because nothing ever keeps John in bed for long unless it’s serious—and not even that’s a sure thing. It’s not something Rodney’s ready to tempt fate over.
He says instead, “Was I heroic, at least? When I was a horse?”
“Don’t remember,” John says, and he’s fading fast. He hasn’t been able to stay awake long and Rodney’s really more than happy to let him rest but—
“Did you ride me?”
That has John grinning, a smile pulling at his lips even if his eyes remain closed. “Rodney,” he murmurs, exasperated and amused and Rodney’s heart feels more than a little full.
“What?” he asks, warm and in love and happier than he’s been since Carson had told them John would be just fine. “It was an honest question! You’re the one with your head in the gutter.”
John wraps himself around Rodney more firmly, his breath warm and distracting. “Teach you to ride a horse,” he says, only a little nonsensically.
Grabbing his tablet one-handed, his other hand still preoccupied with John’s hair, Rodney supposes it’s a good thing that the deep space sensors are running just fine.
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inkskinned · 11 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.
#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.
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nickkkdoesstuff · 3 months
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Screenshot redraw :D
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melonalemonade · 9 days
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will always come back to them
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egophiliac · 7 months
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so excited for Kalim to save the day by swiper-no-swiping this dip. you can do it! I believe in you!
god I hope this reads properly
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nyancrimew · 7 months
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shein switzerland has been sending me monthly emails titled "not just the may flowers are blooming" and im slowly starting to doubt they know how seasons work
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cfeather · 1 year
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light upon the sea
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katabay · 4 months
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ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...
the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin
this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.
you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.
also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.
⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!
⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app
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sensitiveheartless · 3 months
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…this is my first proper attempt at animating something
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some misc Barn & Wally doodles from the past week or so <3 i heart them
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thottybrucewayne · 22 days
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I think what I want to get into with the "Anyone can do harm." thing that I keep beating yall over the head with is that literally anyone, anyone at all can do harm it's not "in your DNA" to be an abuser or written in the stars that you'll be a predator. Whatever image you have of an abuser in your head, drop it and replace it with your favorite person in the world and you'll probably be closer to the truth than you realize. It's easy to address harm when it's coming from someone you already hate. I see it happen all the time. Someone you couldn't stand for no real reason does something heinous then all of a sudden here comes the avalanche of "I always knew they were a fucked up individual." No, you didn't. There is no possible way you could have known, you just already didn't fuck with them before they started doing something you could use to justify your hatred of them. I'm guilty of it too! I'm petty, mean, vindictive, and yes! I'm way quicker to believe something bad about someone I hate versus someone I love because I'm human. Still, y all gotta learn to move past that initial "Well, they were always nice to me!" gut feeling and understand that nobody truly knows anyone and anyone can be capable of anything. Even victims. Even you.
#thotty speaks#thotty rants#I was thinking about that Christine chan post and its like yeah yall really don't know how bad it got for her before she did what she did#It reminded me of that thing on tiktok where people take 'cringy' cosplayers videos (most of whom are literal children) and put racist or#bigoted text over it then reupload it to call them out then the og creator gets a flood of harassment mostly from people who hated them for#the crime of being weird on the internet but now they can use 'oh but they're a bigot!' as an excuse to tear them down until they come out#and say 'hey i didn't say this someone stole my shit' and nobody takes their vids down nor apologizes because they didn't fuck with them#anyway so wash rinse repeat#idk I just wish that people had the same smoke for people they actually like#mostly cause I'm tired of being accused of 'switching up' every time I cut people off or stop fuckin with an artist#like this is what we should be doing!!!! ACG ANYBODY CAN GET IT!#It should be smoke for ANYONE who does harm every your fave people!#otherwise you create this world where taking people to task for the harm they've done is less about the harm#and more about justifying our own actions#anyway keep that same energy across the board that's all I'm saying#cause if it comes out tomorrow that somebody close to me did some fucked up shit I'm out of there period#aint no talkin bout shit and that's on me growing up as a child told that certain grown folks can't be alone with me#but they allowed in my house...#Idk about yall but i'm ending that generational curse with me
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month
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Do you like sci-fi and indie animation? Check out Monkey Wrench!
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withdenim · 1 year
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How sad to watch him grow
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