Could you maybe draw Sora covered in mud, and Riku is just exasperated, like he's gonna be th one to get in trouble for letting Sora get so muddy? 😂
Riku laughed at him at first but then thought of the repercussions
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Enid was overall having an ok time at prom.
She was pouring a drink for herself when she noticed everyone had suddenly gotten quiet. As she turned around, she finally saw the reason why the world seemed to stop moving.
Wednesday Addams had entered the building.
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inspired by the song I Want That Girl from Wicked
hope you guys like it
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While we're busy discussing wasian Noel, can I propose blasian Constance?
She's Japanese on her mother's side and Jamaican on her father's.
This headcanon came to me in the wee hours of a Tuesday morning and I've become very attached to it.
Thank you for your time. 😌
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I don’t know why, but when I was a kid and I heard “miss independent” by Kelly Clarkson for the first time, I thought it was the singer singing about being in love with her best friend, and knowing she doesn’t have a chance, but being okay with it because her friend doesn’t date anyone and she can at least be with her as an overprotective friend (“keeping her heart safe” and all the lyrics like that), but now suddenly her friend’s in love with a man and she doesn’t know how to handle it
Realized recently that I completely misunderstood that song and not only am I v embarrassed but I’m also kinda crushed 😭
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idk how to explain it but the wallpaper “Bliss” (the green hill/field and the blue sky picture) from the Windows XP OS made so much sense somehow /pos
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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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house in 2024 bc i see ppl post this
- chase makes "lol americans experience gun violence" jokes
- cameron engages in online discourse and starts a lot of arguments with "as a doctor..."
- foreman uses 4chan but just to sit in shock at the things he sees on there
- house is a mod and frequent poster on r/newjersey of all things. only wilson knows, not because house keeps it a secret, but because its so weirdly out of character that nobody would ever bring it up
- wilson sends reels of edgy standup comedians to house on instagram
- cuddy frequents gentle parenting forums, occasionally uses tactics on house
- taub used to run a food review channel on youtube but stopped when people called his videos "mukbangs"
- thirteen introduces herself with her name and pronouns, everyone makes a joke about this at least once
- kutner is a hamilton fan
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i really like the hc that magic loved arthur and protected him until merlin came into the picture but very specifically bc it means his idea of like. the laws of physics and How Nature Works would be completely warped. the reason why all those miraculously falling branches didnt raise any questions? its been happening to him his entire life
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