Meet Elisabeth Stanfield, recently widowed

Y'all, I have fun beta-reading my partner's fics, but sometimes I swear it comes down to this:

Shining Vale - 2x07

ellie via cal_mcr

i took this photo guys. it's the truth

"You grew your hair long, you got new icons

And from the outside it looks like you're trying lives on"

Okay but girlie literally went through enough aesthetic and musical changes to warrant an entire tour called The Eras Tour, lol. He was literally just a kid trying to find his identity babes, it's not that deep

*this just popped into my head remembering my beginner days when seeing some other discouraged new creators / simmers who were feeling a bit left out. i hope it gives you a laugh :)

and a little side note for those lovelies if they see this: i know it can be hard when you are first starting creating, or sharing a stories, etc. if you're new and feeling like it's hard to get involvement with your blog, you are more than welcome to tag me so i see it and can share your post. Unless someone has every blog they want to keep track of bookmarked and in their own folder, & going through it regularly, it would be impossible to notice all of them. Sometimes I miss posts by my favorite creators and it's just because it's hard to keep up. There are other blogs that welcome tags as well, you will see many yourself i am sure, but at the bottom of my own CC posts there are a few great finds blogs that want to share all the fun CC! (and stories, and gameplay, etc!)

Also, stories are something I've been perplexed about going about sharing of those posts. Do I start reblogging the first one I see when I become interested? Do I go to the beginning and reblog that one with my recommendation for others who love to read the stories? I have somewhat of a fixation on being organized, sometimes it causes unintended procrastination, but stories are something I want to start sharing more on this blog. So a little feedback from the story tellers would be greatly appreciated!

📷: ultraredglow

KEVIN!

Just found out my facebook birding group is public because my cousin (a lawyer who is not into birds) casually said to me “saw you couldn’t identify a willet the other day… pretty embarrassing”

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.

the average height of men in the US is 5’9. annabeth has always been tall - she ends up being about 5’9/5’10 - so she probably always thought that she’d end up with someone who’s her height, maybe even shorter than her. i mean, she was taller than percy up until they were 16, and even then he was her height, not taller

then mr. perseus jackson, in classic percy ‘never let them know your next move’ jackson was like “actually no ☝️” and kept on fucking growing.

she probably prepared herself for the probability of being taller than her future man. she might have even loved the idea. and then her man ends up being fucking 6’2

and i am completely convinced that percy ended up being so tall out of pure stubbornness.

well, that, and he was asleep for 6 months, at prime growing age, and was probably horizontal, so gravity wasn’t working against him. genetics probably played a role too. and i do always say i think demigods tend to be taller…

but mostly because he’s an absolute menace

Happy Miku day! ♡

I LOVE that this is a completely normal way for Sonic to make friends, to the point where his buddies either laugh about it or are just like "Not again, Sonic," every time he does it nowadays 🤣