My old art teach who taught me so much and helped me prepare my college portfolio now full on supportive of AI art and videos they even opened classes dedicated to it, they post oh so proudly of how fast the students in their ai class ‘improve’ and how ‘efficient’ they draw. They’re a great artist I looked up to them since middle school but now they don’t even draw anymore all they post is AI stuff because it’s “where the future is headed traditional art is not worth it anymore” I don’t know how to feel maybe disappointment but mostly just hollow
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people forget that social media is supposed to be place where you are social with people you know, its not an opportunity for you to talk to strangers anyway you like just because you're behind a screen. yes, putting something on the internet means it is technically public and anybody can choose to comment on what you say but that doesn't mean you have to.
at the end of the day most people come on to social media to communicate with their friends, not every fucking thing is a performance and that is why commenting on everything is unnecessary. most of the time the content is not for you, its personal, its something for a small group of people, not everybody goes out of their way to get a reaction out of strangers
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For your consideration,
Back hugs with Beetlejuice
First thought
Anyways
I assume you mean beej hugging y/n from behind? Cuz that's what I'm going with
You were stressed, exhausted, and just in an all-around bad mood
Work has had you running ragged for weeks, you haven't seen or heard from your friends in longer, and you took it out on the one "person" you had left to keep you company
Beetlejuice had greeted you like he always did the moment you step through the door, but you were already overwhelmed, and he was being too loud and touchy and you snapped at him to "fuck off"
At those words, he pushed off you, flipped you the bird, and vanished
You felt like shit, not to mention noticing the purple in his hair before he dipped
So here you are, leaning over the counter, boiling a cup of tea, and desperately trying not to cry
Unbeknownst to you, beetlejuice didnt vanish, but made himself invisible, in hopes to see you deal with this bad attitude in a more dirty fashion, in his mind, you owed him for being bitchy, but God slash satan he didn't expect you to start crying
The ghoul stood behind you, watching you sniffle and sob as the kettle boiled, your body slumped against the counter.
He wasn't good at this type of thing, feelings, especially other people's feelings, but ever since his 2 minutes of being alive, it's worse, he feels bad because you feel bad
The kettle pops, and you slowly raise your head
It was now or never
You feel you body being pressed slightly against the front of the counter, as two arms snake around your waist, you give out a hoarse cry of surprise, as Beetlejuice rests his head on your shoulder, his beard brushing against your neck
His embrace was cold but strong, and the rest of the tears you were holding in all come spilling out with his kind gesture
You needed this, you really did
Who'd a thought a demon straight from hell would bring a soft little breather so much comfort
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there's something that just rlly fucking sucks about burnout. like? i'm not even doing much. 5 hours of class a week where i sit down at an easel and draw. then i have an assignment over the weekend that's less than 2 hours long. and i'm still exhausted. i can't draw like i usually do because my imagination + ability to craft compositions is used up. it really makes me wonder if i'll ever get anywhere in life, if this is what gets me down
anyway. i have a bit of a buffer of posts but after that idk how long it'll be. just an fyi
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