it's all giving van p red card energy...

Not Cannon and Not Fannon, a secret third thing called I desperately misunderstood/misinterpreted this charcter as a child and now everyone else's charcterization is wrong because it doesn't fit my specific decade old hallucinations.

i want jeongguk to put me in a headlock but not in a whatever the 🔞 girlies have going on way in the same way that you cup a cats face and they just contently sit there like 😌

i hate agreeing with porter robinson on ANYTHINGGGGG

i was listening to big catzz earlier and i was like "FUCK this is good" but i can't let that nigga win...

literally he could say "2+2=4" and i would be like "WRONG !!!!!!!! its 5" i love hating on his ass it's revenge

I'm just sick of being told on here that my dislike/distrust of men as a lesbian is terfy when im not talking about trans women im talking about men being fuckign skeevy and there's no reason for me to put my trust in them bc I don't need them in my life.

i don’t hate it but i don’t love it either?? the verses suck. the chorus is good. i like the beat. but idk it’s just.. there. the only thing that saved it for me is it does sound kinda fun to jump around to at sad summer. 🤷🏻‍♀️

i just think its bad 😭 i would probably enjoy it more if i couldnt understand any of the words. the music is just a generic assembly line pop song. whatever. but the lyrics sound like someone put 1000 songs in an AI and this is what it spat back out

when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess

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.

can't believe tom hiddleston ACTUALLY interrupted the interviewer to say "one last thing, i think mobius is loki's friend and i don't think loki has ever had a friend before" like king. i love how u felt the need to add that truly

while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best

So if donnie can't smile on command, is his smiling out of anger a mix of being happy and mad?

hmm no i wouldnt say he’s happy…. don has two different smilez. the one on the left is his reaaaallll smile! his “i cannot do this on command” smile.

he only uses a certain smile when angry which is his fake smile on the right. so if donni is angry …and smiling WITH TEETH tht just means he’srlly rlly rlly REALLY upset and things r about 2 get a little bit cray-cray🚑❤️‍🩹

grief is not a feeling, but a neighborhood. this is where i come from. everyone i love still lives here. // (insp.)

quanxi

sry i dont know what 2 draw anymore T_T . elendira portrait #999

this is how people talk about pokemon