Mandee trying to be funny during this valentine's day with this post on their IG. It was even funnier when you compared it with the other cute posts they had from their other series. 🤭

"Thoughts of you are like a wild fire in my mind, they just consume everything they touch.."

If I'm not thinking about you, I will be soon - eUë

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take it anymore. Just once. ~Haruki Murakami~

Which mutuals ocs would get along with your ocs? Which wouldn't?

(Please Pass along the question)

First I have to honor the bestie 💖🌟@crimewriter💖🌟 who I'm always discussing messy scenarios with.

Patricia Carosella ( @crimewriter's main oc ) and Salvatore have a messy, consistently non-sexual, non-romantic relationship. The funny thing is they're both fire signs. Pat's an Aries, Sal's a Leo, and I feel their compatibility is reflected in their dynamic. When these two get along, things are great. But when these two clash, things are awful. And believe me, in every AU I've created with crimewriter they're bound to clash and call each other names. In contrast to that, Patricia and Eve have a much calmer, significantly better dynamic. But admittedly more of the intrigue in their dynamic comes when I depict Eve outside of her 20s, because she's a calm figure - if not a maternal figure - Pat looks to. Then there's the Brazilians...Franco and Pilar are longtime friends due to their families knowing each other. In the present, Pilar is the wife of an (incarcerated) cartel head and I'm not gonna lie, Franco aspires to have his childhood companion's heart and money. He really does care about her though. It's not just about money, though money helps.

With @shanisims

Both of us have already said that Linda is an honorary Belle of Pearl and definitely Pamela's bestie. 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ While this itself implies a lot of things about their adventures I believe that this would mean Eve would have been in the midst of Deonne and Junior when she was young. Eve always shied away from boys growing up so she would have kept her distance from Junior. Instead, she would've admired Deonne so much. Deonne is older than her, prettier than her, Eve would have wanted to dress like her, wear her hair like her! It wouldn't be a stretch to say that Eve - as the only girl in the midst of many male cousins - would subconsciously create this imagined ideal form of Deonne who would be her big sister. As an adult, Eve's love for Deonne would have significantly calmed down. Yet, she would continue thinking Deonne is so pretty and respectable. Of course, this love would plummet if news about the Winterfest party came out. With all of this said, I definitely feel like Renee and Eve would become great friends. They're both loving girls who are navigating young adult life! 💖And, if she learned of Junior's previous relationship with Renee - well, let's just say Eve has to distance herself from Junior too. A side note - Tierra would love Nezuko too!! They would all be great friends! I could talk about so many more dynamics in a HFL and Dear Diary crossover but I'm gonna end it here. 😅

With @digital-deluxe

We've discussed Sal and Frank knowing each other as kids in the broke (Tartosan) part of Newcrest. The frequent pregnancies of Frank's mama were a hot topic spoken by Sal's mom Stefani at the hair salon. We also discussed how Sal and Frank's moms argued about WHO was a bad influence on WHO, refusing to recognize both of those boys were too mischievous for their own good. It was easy for Sal to make friends as a kid, but it didn't deter him from being sad when Frank moved to San Myshuno. But let's go a little deeper into this - When a teenage Sal goes to San Myshuno to visit some cousins and reconnects with Frank, he doesn't feel like he belongs with John's crew. Initially, Sal tried to roll with them, laugh with them, but he felt like an outsider since he isn't from San My. As a Leo, he also hated how John was the leader. He hated how John's family was rich. He hated how John saw Frank every day. 😢 This would lead to Sal thinking, 'oh he's not really tough he's just a snobby ass kid' and eventually challenging his authority. Real stupid teen boy stuff right here. In adulthood, Sal definitely meets up with Frank whenever he's in San My. If he planned to move there, Frank is the first guy he would message when looking for an apartment. As a grown man, he's over his petty dislike of John, but the fact John has went to college and had a nice job as an architect does have Sal (silently) like '😒 course he did.' I don't know if John will ever go on a pilgrimage to Tartosa but I do feel like there would be good vibes between the Russo and Nicosia family. While the Nicosia aren't crime affiliated - moreso taking a neutral stance towards 'politics' of that nature, I wouldn't be surprised if John's grandmother and Gigi's paternal grandmother had an excellent dynamic of some sort. Either that, or somewhere in history, they had ancestors who were married, making them distant cousins? I do think Damiano and John would get along well - John has good fashion sense, Damiano would dress sharp if he wasn't in Terra Amorosa, John would protect his brother at any cost, Damiano would protect Gigi at any cost. In the faaaaaar future, having a contact in Tartosa could be very useful for business.

There's so many more things I could say, so many more people I could tag, but this is long as it is. Feel free to give me dynamic suggestions in the comments whether I tagged you or not, I would love to hear them!!

You imagine a perfect love which emanates from a pure source in response to your imperfect love, in response to your frenetic desire for love — then because this gives you a warm feeling you say you're certain.

Iris Murdoch, from The Philosopher’s Pupil

Affamati di amore - Hungry for love

Affamati di amore. Solo questo siamo.Quando il male è convincente mentre il bene è precario, quando è più facile credere a una brutta notizia che a una buona, quando rimangono aperte le ferite che la vita ci ha riservato, quando sembrano più veri i nostri venerdì santi… insaporiamo la vita. Con il sale della relazione. (more…) “”

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I love that red!!

One of my favourite mundane weirdnesses about Edinburgh is that we set the big clock visible approaching the station to be 3 minutes fast to make sure people are on time for their trains. My Favourite mundane weirdness of Edinburgh is that we check this by firing a cannon.

Taste of Temptation by Liz Zerkel

This was such a great read! Liz Zerkel is definitely an author that I am needing more from. Her writing is fantastic. The story flows seamlessly. It’s an easy read, sweet, intriguing, funny, and perfect! It will make your heart flutter! I love seeing the relationships between all the characters as well as the main characters. Even though they are not main characters in this book they are very much part of the story. And I love them all! Liz Zerkel is becoming one of my favorite authors to read.

Love from the Very Hungry Caterpillar, 2015

🫀 Hungry For Love 🫀

acrylics on canvas, 41x27 cm

"She feeds my soul with the deepest desires, I hunger for her the way rain covets fire.."

She sets fire to my soul, a deep seeded desire to please her in ways that she never dreamed possible.. or maybe she has, but she stopped dreaming until now - eUë

OK this question has been bugging me all morning so y'all please let me know

bc ours did nd I never thought much of it as a kid but know I'm thinking about it and it feels kinda gross? so pls tell me if this experience was universal or not it will haunt me forever otherwise

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.

strawbebbie………. 🍓 blubberrie…….. 🫐 oraneg……… 🍊 peeache…….. 🍑

vultures amirite?

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