#also applicable to writing

[jiveyuncle]

Artist’s Block Unholy Trinity

Bonus:

Help

[inkskinned]

i have chronic pain. i am neurodivergent. i understand - deeply - the allure of a "quick fix" like AI. i also just grew up in a different time. we have been warned about this.

15 entire years ago i heard about this. in my forensics class in high school, we watched a documentary about how AI-based "crime solving" software was inevitably biased against people of color.

my teacher stressed that AI is like a book: when someone writes it, some part of the author will remain within the result. the internet existed but not as loudly at that point - we didn't know that AI would be able to teach itself off already-biased Reddit threads. i googled it: yes, this bias is still happening. yes, it's just as bad if not worse.

i can't actually stop you. if you wanna use ChatGPT to slide through your classes, that's on you. it's your money and it's your time. you will spend none of it thinking, you will learn nothing, and, in college, you will piss away hundreds of thousands of dollars. you will stand at the podium having done nothing, accomplished nothing. a cold and bitter pyrrhic victory.

i'm not even sure students actually read the essays or summaries or emails they have ChatGPT pump out. i think it just flows over them and they use the first answer they get. my brother teaches engineering - he recently got fifty-three copies of almost-the-exact-same lab reports. no one had even changed the wording.

and yes: AI itself (as a concept and practice) isn't always evil. there's AI that can help detect cancer, for example. and yet: when i ask my students if they'd be okay with a doctor that learned from AI, many of them balk. it is one thing if they don't read their engineering textbook or if they don't write the critical-thinking essay. it's another when it starts to affect them. they know it's wrong for AI to broad-spectrum deny insurance claims, but they swear their use of AI is different.

there's a strange desire to sort of divorce real-world AI malpractice over "personal use". for example, is it moral to use AI to write your cover letters? cover letters are essentially only templates, and besides: AI is going to be reading your job app, so isn't it kind of fair?

i recently found out that people use AI as a romantic or sexual partner. it seems like teenagers particularly enjoy this connection, and this is one of those "sticky" moments as a teacher. honestly - you can roast me for this - but if it was an actually-safe AI, i think teenagers exploring their sexuality with a fake partner is amazing. it prevents them from making permanent mistakes, it can teach them about their bodies and their desires, and it can help their confidence. but the problem is that it's not safe. there isn't a well-educated, sensitive AI specifically to help teens explore their hormones. it's just internet-fed cycle. who knows what they're learning. who knows what misinformation they're getting.

the most common pushback i get involves therapy. none of us have access to the therapist of our dreams - it's expensive, elusive, and involves an annoying amount of insurance claims. someone once asked me: are you going to be mad when AI saves someone's life?

therapists are not just trained on the book, they're trained on patient management and helping you see things you don't see yourself. part of it will involve discomfort. i don't know that AI is ever going to be able to analyze the words you feed it and answer with a mind towards the "whole person" writing those words. but also - if it keeps/kept you alive, i'm not a purist. i've done terrible things to myself when i was at rock bottom. in an emergency, we kind of forgive the seatbelt for leaving bruises. it's just that chat shouldn't be your only form of self-care and recovery.

and i worry that the influence chat has is expanding. more and more i see people use chat for the smallest, most easily-navigated situations. and i can't like, make you worry about that in your own life. i often think about how easy it was for social media to take over all my time - how i can't have a tiktok because i spend hours on it. i don't want that to happen with chat. i want to enjoy thinking. i want to enjoy writing. i want to be here. i've already really been struggling to put the phone down. this feels like another way to get you to pick the phone up.

the other day, i was frustrated by a book i was reading. it's far in the series and is about a character i resent. i googled if i had to read it, or if it was one of those "in between" books that don't actually affect the plot (you know, one of those ".5" books). someone said something that really stuck with me - theoretically you're reading this series for enjoyment, so while you don't actually have to read it, one would assume you want to read it.

i am watching a generation of people learn they don't have to read the thing in their hand. and it is kind of a strange sort of doom that comes over me: i read because it's genuinely fun. i learn because even though it's hard, it feels good. i try because it makes me happy to try. and i'm watching a generation of people all lay down and say: but i don't want to try.

[circinuus]

thinking about tackling and squeezing the living daylights out of lycaon or wriothesley ughh; running up to them, headbutting them on the chest, pressing your ear to where their heart is nestled, crushing their ribs and plant a clawing grip on their back. you can try all you might but they won't topple beyond a slight jostle or a small step back. their arms will find a secure place on your shoulder; a beat of a startled breath before it's replaced by an incredulous chuff. the same arms follow suit and return the gesture, pressed gently on your lower back. they smell like tea and something clean and nice and warm. it's half part of pleasant and ridiculous, how they let you, inexorable and arbitrary, indulge in their presence like this. when you giggle from the charming absurdity and your breath tickles the skin of their neck, you can feel the vibration of their hum, their throat against your nuzzling cheek.

you both stay like that for a while; life is good.

GHHHHSOBSSSS GENTLEMEN ONE CHANCE

[astriiformes]

Today is the last day to apply for the state historical society's fall internships and there are 4 or 5 that I should really seriously look at applying to but I cannot seem to make myself do it. I don't know what's up but I am exhausted and demotivated and struggling to do anything productive today.

Anyway, please hold me to at least trying. I figure grasping for some accountability is as good a strategy as any.

[kiplex]

☾ Panties and The Art of Ghosting ☽

Caleb x F! MC

Explicit content, MINORS DNI!!!

Word count: 2,952

Tags: pwp, implied jealousy, discussion of panties it's in the title come on y'all, coercion if you really really squint and want that, it's so mutual though, mention of marking, possessive behavior, pretty vanilla seggs honestly, no condom, friends to lovers maybe

A/N: I started this in May... MAY !!! IT'S ALMOST THE END IF JULY!!!!! Unacceptable 😔 LMFAOOO I'm sorry this took forever!! If this does well I'll make a part two which is already like half started so 🫦 it won't take as long 🫦 anyway I haven't read the beginning of this since May... It's good though trust! Please enjoy!!!!

“I dunno, what if we ya know... Fuck? I don't own anything cute to wear.. in the lingerie department…?" “Girl… you're telling me you're a 20 something and you aren't wearing a matching set for a date? Are you at least fully shaved?" “I am!! But like am I supposed to go into the date with my legs spread?!" There's a sigh from both ends of the phone as you unceremoniously throw a frilly pair of panties on the floor. You had been at this for hours now, planning your full outfit for your date tonight. " Don't worry we're going shopping tomorrow, I'll get you some help… We can still save you…” your friend jokes, snickering as she speaks." Thanks I appreciate it, I'll let you know how tonight goes.” A soft but firm knock echoes off your door. " I gotta go,Caleb is here to interrogate me about the guy I'm seeing tonight.” You can practically hear your friend's eyes roll over the phone. “Okay, I'm sure I'll hear all about it tomorrow. Have a good date babe."

With that you hear the click of the call being ended, as if on schedule Caleb enters your room, his hair slightly disheveled as if he was in a hurry on his way here. “Pipsqueak, hiii!" Caleb shoots you a boyish grin before flopping on your bed. “Your room is a nightmare, it looks like a tornado ran through here. Are you sure all of this is worth it for some loser?" He hums, definitely pouting. You glance around your room, unaware of how messy it got. " It's not that bad…” He snorts sitting up slightly. “So who's the chump this time?" You pull out a photo of him, proudly presenting it to Caleb. “He's hot right?” You can see Caleb's jaw clench slightly. "He's also a pilot! Well he's a private pilot but still."

Caleb takes your phone from your hand squinting at the screen, his brows furrow. “I don't know about this guy pips… Are you sure you can trust him? What if he is a complete asshole?" You throw yourself on to the bed next to him. “Caleb! You say this about every guy I've ever been on a date with! He could be a great guy!!" “And I've been right, the last ‘great guy’ you went on a date with made you pay him back for the half of a pasta entree dish you guys shared!!" You shove him lightly. " God, that was one time! I don't understand why you're so overprotective!" He zooms in on the photo. “He has a tattoo!?" He wails exacerbated. “Several actually. Chill out, and give me my pho-"

D I N G!

Oh, fate was a cruel mistress. Your friend sends a poorly timed text while Caleb is staring directly at the screen.

Maybe go with the white pair of panties with the pink bow? It'll match with the bra you choose. Enjoy your night xx”

You can see Caleb's whole face turn pale. “What'd she mean by that pipsqueak?" He grits out, his eyes flick to yours a spark of annoyance in them. “Caleb… it's…I- uh??" You don't even want to know the mixture of mortification and embarrassment on your face right now, but judging by how warm your cheeks felt; it was probably pretty bad. “Pipsqueak." Caleb's eyes bore into yours. “God this is so stupid. I've been hung up all evening about what panties I wanna wear okay!? Jesus Christ Caleb, God forbid a girl has the possibility of getting laid, I just don't wanna look like a child with uncoordinated underwear."

“Are you kidding me!? You're putting out on the first date, you're better than that!" He goes to pinch your cheek and you swat his hand away. “Celeb seriously?? I'm not a child anymore, this is also a big deal for me!! I've been hung up about this all day." “Pips, any guy would be lucky to see your cute panties, I know I would kill for that!" Caleb blurts out before he even realizes it.

The regret on his face is almost immediate, his ears dust a shade of red and he slaps a hand over his mouth. You on the other hand, experienced a little bit more of a different reaction, the smug shit eating smirk on your face, that only makes Caleb wish he never came over. “What did you mean by that Caleb?" Flipping his words on him. " I genuinely don't know what to say.” His voice sounds pained, like he's struggling to form sentences. “I uh, I just think that you look amazing in anything. Especially your panties??”

He sits up his ears still burning as he leans in, pointing an accusatory finger at you. " Okay but are we just gonna pretend that you've never once stared at me while I was shirtless!? You do it every time, it's practically a ritual at this point." “That's different…” “How so?" He challenges. " Because it's… just different. You're literally a trained DAA pilot, sorry for admiring your hard work on your physique." You murmur. Caleb quirks an eyebrow. “Soooo are you saying it's just my body you like? Ice cold, pipsqueak." “Newflash Captain oblivious, You're super hot, your body AND your personality! I literally had to beat girls and guys off of you in high school. You may be my best friend but I'm allowed to think you're hot… Those two things can exist at the same time…"

He can't even make eye contact with you. Now it's his turn to be mortified, if he did however, he'd have seen the gears turning in your head; putting together years of him insisting to do your laundry when you and him lived with Gran starting to add up. “Caleb… Have you perhaps thought about me in my underwear before? I know you used to do my laundry when we lived together." You ask in a sing-song voice, bending over him as he shrunk into your mattress. “What, n..nno wayyy, that's completely inappropriate… I would never!! I mean that's actually so.. That would be a huge invasion of your trust… I would never!! " You blink at him and he sighs defeated. “Yeah. Okay so what if I have!”

“You think I'm hot…” Caleb mumbles mulling the information he just received, his face bright red again. “Can we just drop it? I have my date soon." You say, also still clearly flustered by all these confessions. You go to stand but Caleb catches your wrist. “What if… I said I didn't want you to go? What if I said I wanted you to stay here with me…" His voice cracks halfway through his sentence.

You can feel the nerves radiating off him, your gaze falls back to him and…

Oh…

Oh my god…

You've never seen Caleb look at anyone the way he was looking at you right now. His amethyst eyes are glassy and darker than usual, a soft pinky hue gracing his strong features, his chest heaving with every breath; he was frankly breathtaking. You find yourself transfixed, you've thought about this moment before; you're sure he has too. “Caleb… we're friends this is… this is a really bad idea." You sound out of breath, despite your protests you find yourself leaning towards him. He leans in closer, his breath ghosts your lips. “Friends can kiss." “Friends can kiss…” you repeat back slowly. His eyes trace your lips and then stare back at you. “It's only a bad idea if we don't want to… I don't know about you but I personally… I really want to kiss you right now.” You take a deep breath in. This has been years in the making. " Okay. Let's do thi-” before you can finish your sentence Caleb surges forward capturing your lips.

It's initially a soft brush against your lips. It's tender and careful, you can feel him tense and then relax, a soft sigh escapes him. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The second your own hands find the back of his neck something inside Caleb snaps. The kiss deepens, his lips moving against yours slightly more rapidly. You’re finger thread through his hair, his teeth nibble on your bottom lip slightly. Caleb manhandles you onto his lap, this wasn’t your first time on his lap but this felt wildly different, more intimate… too intimate.

“You're so pretty, pips…” he kisses your cheek. "No guy is worthy of your time." He kisses along your jaw. “I get so jealous when you invest so much time and energy into them.” He places soft kisses down your neck. "Caleb, I didn't know… I didn't mean to make you jealous." You gnaw at your lower lip, desperately trying to hold back the little whines threatening to escape as Caleb peppers your exposed skin with kisses. “Not your fault." He murmurs against your skin. His eyes snap to yours briefly, they're much darker than before, his breath slightly ragged like he had run 5 miles." ‘S my fault for not tying you up in your room, where no guy could ever touch you.” He bits gently but possessively into the junction where your shoulder meets your neck. The action elicits a little mewl from you, which in return Caleb's finger digs into the meat of your hips.

Your hips rock involuntarily against his. Caleb makes a noise that's somewhere in-between a groan and a noise of shock. “Pips- don't move like that." His voice gravely. "I honestly don't know if I can control myself if we're just kissing.” He grumbled, his head falling into the crook of your neck.

You pause briefly, your breathing also erratic. Every fiber of your being is screaming for Caleb to bend you over the bed and fuck you but… He's your best friend, practically your brother at this point. He's been off limits in your mind as long as you can remember. You sigh. You open your mouth to tell him you should probably stop, but your hips shift involuntarily again. This time you feel it against your thigh. Caleb hisses against your neck. His bulge is big and solid as stone. Your mind goes from hesitant to suddenly very aware of how close Caleb is to your throbbing cunt. The ‘I think we should stop, for our friendship.’ get caught in your throat.

“Hey pretty girl, I'm uhh kinda… dying here. What are you thinking about? If you're too scared to say we should stop, it's okay I understand I got carried aw-""Caleb." You cut him off. “Fuck.. please." A whine rips through your throat as you grind your hips again, this time more deliberately. Caleb's head shoots up to meet your gaze. "Pipsqueak, are you sure? This is… I don't know if I can hold back at all if you give me the okay.” His eyebrows furrow, searching your eyes for any hint of hesitation. “I… I don't want you to hold back.” You bite your lip. “Please touch me Caleb! Please jusnnghh!!"

He cuts you off by connecting your lips again. His hands hook under your thighs, man handling you underneath him as you back hits your mattress. " You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you under me.” His voice is dangerously deep before he kisses you again. It's messy, teeth clashing. His hands tow with the hem of your shirt, he pulls back briefly to lift the fabric over your head. His breath hitches as his eyes rake over your bare breasts. " Fuck me pips… Your tits are so perfect.” His lips find your neck again, kissing a steady line down your neck, to your collar bones and finally down the valley of your breasts. You mewl as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on them, while his other hand dances on the edge of your shorts.

" Last chance pretty, are you sure?” You huff slightly. “Caleb please, just stop talking.” He chuckles darkly. “Okay okay, so impatient." In one false swoop he takes your shorts, along with your underwear off. Caleb's hands still on your inner thigh. He sucks in a breath. "Jesus Christ pips, you're gonna be the death of me.” His voice gravely. His fingers find your slick folds with astonishing ease. He groans when he feels how wet you are. You whimper as his finger runs up and down your folds, not quite giving you the friction you needed, but just enough that you could feel your entire body buzz. "All this for me? Or for that stupid date you were gonna go on?” He practically growls possessively against your skin.

Huh?

RIGHT!

You had a date…

Poor boy is probably sat at the restaurant twiddling his thumbs by now.

Caleb's fingers rip your thoughts out of you as he glides two of them inside your drooling cunt. "Nah uh pretty girl, I'm greedy I want all your attention right now. “ He nips at your neck again. His fingers pump in and out of you at a pretty lazy pace. It's just… it's not enough, your horny, your pussy is practically begging for him. “Caleb…” you grumble, softly. "If you want something you have to ask. I can't read your mind, Pips.” He murmurs with a shit eating smirk. “You know what I want though" You whine, your hips bucking to prove your point. His hands still completely, you let out an involuntarily huff at the loss of contact. His head rises from the crock of your neck to make eye contact with you directly. “All you have to do is ask." You would but… Your pride…

As if Caleb could sense your stubbornness, his own hips grind against your thigh. He's incredibly hard… and impossibly big. Your eyes shoot to his again as color flashes over your cheeks. You know what, fuck your pride! " Caleb please fuck me. Please….I need to feel you inside." It comes out rushed and airy. His lip twitches slightly. “See, that was so difficult." He coos, before tugging his jeans down along with his own undergarments. His cock practically slaps his lower abdomen, he wants you as bad as you want him. If that weren't enough evidence you can see the precum already dribbling out his leaky tip.

He spits in his hand and wraps it around his cock. Giving it a few good strokes for good measure, before he grabs your hips, lining himself up with your sloppy folds. "If it's too much let me know.” His free hand interlaces his fingers with one of your hands, it would be a very wholesome and intimate gesture under different circumstances. Then you feel his tip slide slowly into you. Caleb's hand grips you tightly and his head finds itself back into the crook of your neck. " Fuck fuck you feel so good, so incredibly tight…” he his voice wavers slightly. It's taking every ounce of control he has not to flip you over and plow your brains out. Not today.

He pushes deeper inside you, once his hips are flush with your you suck in a deep breath. Caleb places kisses along your neck, giving you ample time to adjust to his size. After a few minutes of him murmuring sweet nothings into your neck you wrap your legs around his hips. “Caleb…m holy fuck please… please move I can't-" that all the permission he needed. His control snaps like a thread, he pulls almost all the way out of you completely before snapping his hips back against yours.

He lets out the pretty whiny moan you've ever heard. “So perfect for me" he picks up speed. “So wet.” His hips slap against yours. " So perfect…" He’s so deep you can see your stomach budge as he slams in and out of you. “Your pussy was made for me- fuck- Christ.” Your finders dig into his biceps. The knot in your stomach was quickly unraveling. “Mmm Caleb I'm close…” Your voice sounds foreign to you, it's high pitched and whiny. “Aww don't worry pips, fuck come for me sweet girl." He croons, and thrusts his hips particularly hard.

His tip brushes against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl, and you break. White spots full your vision as you toss your head back against the bed, a whiny moan ripping through your throat as Caleb fuck you through your orgasm. His teeth clench as he feels your oversensitive slit flutter around his length. Caleb snaps his hips a couple more times before he comes, fast and hard inside you.

Exhausted and panting he pulls out of you, eliciting an overstimulated hiss from you then he collapses on top of you reburying his face in your shoulder. Normally you would complain about him being too heavy but in this instance it was kind of warranted and welcomed. He sighs, into your neck before placing a delicate kiss on the bruise that is blooming nicely on the hollow of your throat. “So…I think friends don't really do what… what we just did.” You murmur shyly, still attempting to catch your breath. Caleb's quiet for a moment. “They don't." “Sooo… what now?" You gnaw on your lower lip. “I don't know… but I liked that- not just the sex I mean kissing you and… Pips I really really like you? I figured you'd known all these years but now that we've thrown all caution to the wind I figured I just say it.”

You open your mouth to say something, respond properly to his confession but you get a message on your phone again.

“Hey it's been like 30 minutes? Are you showing up or did you ghost me?"

My master list is here!

[leol]

I would love nothing more than to read your felidae stewjoni doc - I laid eyes on your obi-wan design and reached absolution. I beg even a sliver of insight into the workings of your brilliance 🤲🙏

YAYYYYYY ur so sweet omg ok sooooo ive been sitting on this au for like a year which i created because i love worldbuilding, anthropology, and speculative biology/evolution so like a month or two ago i decided 2 finally sit down and write down my entire in depth headcanons for my near human stewjoni au in the form of a wookiepedia-esque article... the doc right now is sitting at 13 pages long cuz im delusional & ITS STILL A WIP im still adding and editing things but for the most part its legible and fully informative about my #vision

tldr if yall dont feel like scrolling thru my insane person manifesto, my felidae stewjoni au is an au in which the native inhabitants of the planet stewjon are a reclusive but peaceful race descended from their planets feline apex predator.. major inspirations for the (loosely) cultural and linguistic aspects of this au heavily feature northern china, mongolia, tibet, japan, south asia, and scotland.. i initially set out to create this au inspired by the popular japanese/scottish stewjon headcanons ive seen floating around but as the world kept expanding in my head it kind of strayed away from that specific vision but i eventually swung full circle..

at some point id like to finish all my stewjoni obw wips as well as draw stewjoni natives and the flora & fauna of the planet so i can add pictures 2 my doc but. well (scratches ass.. im doopid

IF U HAVE ANYYYY QUESTIONNNSSS or criticisms or WHATEVER IDGAF pleeeease please feel free to ask me anything im so obsessed w my own au ive been wanting 2 talk about it forever ..i am an infinite wellspring of knowledge fully at yalls disposal

[rosieofcorona]

how are my writer friends so fast at writing w/o sacrificing quality? is it genuinely just a practice thing or do you have like. methods

[taruruchi]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 8: 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧

“It was like you were holding the world when you held her

Like yours were the arms the whole world was in”

@wakacacao your musical, bbg 🫶 also lwk it's kinda good timing since your bday was yesterday HAHAHA

Taglist: @solxima @angelwishess @scint1llat3 @distant-velleity @twtysevapr @cynthinesia @h0neybane @viperbunnies @linabirb @thehollowwriter @wafflethewitchboy @siphoklansan @jewelulu @skibidibabygirl @jadelover69 @savanaclaw1996 (ask me if you wanna be added/removed!)

[acourtofquestions]

Rhysand, Aelin Galathynius, Bryce Quinlan, Nesta Archeron, Fenrys Moonbeam, Vesta Blackbeak, Xaden Riorson, Cat Cordella, Cassian Archeron, Dorian Havilliard:

To everyone who has treated me poorly, I am hotter than you.

[reddamselette]

i’ve become increasingly aware of how unhealthy my obsession is in rereading the kandriel ec. like. i’m just rereading that shit twice a week please send help

[viperwhispered]

Too Much

So this would be the little thing I teased earlier that had the working title of "Jamil's oh shit moment". Whoever the anon was who was curious to see this come to fruition, well, here it is. Hope y'all enjoy this little trip inside Jamil's head.

It all started with an off-hand comment from Kalim.

Well, truth be told, it started well before that.

For a while now, Jamil had found himself strangely fretful whenever you were around.

It was not the sort of irritation he felt with Kalim’s constantly chafing presence, nor the constant worries of what trouble Kalim might find himself in next. Not really like the frustration he got from suffering with Floyd and Ace’s antics during basketball practice. It wasn't even just another of the usual pins and needles of all the small things of his everyday life that kept on needling on his patience.

No, if anything, you were quite…inoffensive.

But he couldn’t help being on edge, on alert even more than usual.

So much so that the other day, when you turned up in Scarabia and your voice suddenly rang clear in the lounge, Jamil nearly spilled the tea he was just pouring into Kalim’s cup.

Or when you’d joined him and Kalim for lunch in the cafeteria, Jamil could feel his shoulders inching up to his ears with the tension that crept into his body. Even holding his utensils and bringing his food to his mouth somehow felt awkward and clumsy.

Most bothersome indeed.

Besides, he already had enough on his plate without you adding to it all, threatening to tear down the precarious control he barely maintained over his life.

And yesterday, you had come to talk with him after the basketball game, saying such things about his performance on court that his cheeks still threatened to redden just remembering it.

You really were just too much.

And the way you had looked at him, like-

“Jamil! What are you thinking about?”

Kalim’s voice startled Jamil out of his thoughts.

“Nothing.”

What was he thinking about? Why were you on his mind like this?

Jamil’s hands kept working, chopping the vegetables with practiced ease. Yet his mind was barely in what he was doing, busy with trying to tease open the budding thought.

…No.

No.

No way.

Surely he was not that stupid. After all, there was no way-

“Oh, you just seemed so happy, but guess it was nothing then,” Kalim said brightly.

The rest of Kalim's words faded out of Jamil's ears.

The steady rhythm of the knife turned more erratic and forceful, sure to leave deep marks on the cutting board. The urge to pull his hood tighter over his face was almost irresistible, Jamil’s hand slightly twitching even as he forced himself to continue with his task as if nothing had happened.

Why had he been thinking about you? About the way you smiled at him the other day?

Shit.

ETA: there's now a part 2! And a part 3. Part 4. And finally, part 5. I originally had more written for this but ngl this seemed like the perfect point to cut it. But who knows, maybe there'll be a part 2 at some point. They played this song in my dance class and it got me thinking of that moment when Jamil realizes just how down bad he is for you. How screwed he is when it comes to you. Jamil certainly wouldn’t be as all in as the narrator in the song is (at least with his NRC circumstances), but the lyrics still sure worked as inspiration. Tagging @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for future works, let me know!

[sainteclectic]

and btw since I'm posting a lot of wholesoul content (intended as platonic but still), i do want to make it clear: my analysis of whole as a character is purely within the narrative of the story! while i am aware that behind the metaphors is whole is cj himself, that's never what i'm writing whole as in my work. basically I'm using the internal logic of the fiction (whole as viewed by the characters in the album) rather than the reason for the fiction existing (as a fictionalized version of chonny's mental state), just like i do with all the other characters. it's important to make that distinction when you're dealing with a piece of fiction so heavily based on the creator i think. I'll never use cj as a basis for how I write whole because I find that a little off putting tbh ^^;

basically I'm playing with touys. ok? play touys with me

[ruegarding]

fandom reducing a character to being stupid, despite that character repeatedly expressing that they hate being treated like they're stupid and associate it w their abuse, in a story specifically designed to show that ur disabilities do not make u stupid or less than is simply proof that fandom is, without a doubt, committed to missing the point.

[docholligay]

I have now done 4 pieces for Art Fight, which was my goal, of varying quality. I mostly lucked into anything that looked half decent ahahah. I've had some luck with gridding systems and stuff, but god the drawing takes HOURS for me.

I LOVE the painting even if I'm not great at it, so I don't mind the time THAT takes me but oh my fuck do I hate the drawing.

If I keep up with this I think I'm going to try how I learned to really get good, if we think I am any good, let's call it high-mediocre, at writing.

When i went to college the creative writing prof, Loren, had a method he called, 'Fail faster," where basically it was like, 'fuck editing fuck thinking every single day take a random prompt for ten minutes and write it." (Then cannibalize absolutely anything useful for later, which, sadly, you cannot do in drawing. I, to this day, keep a huge doc of great lines from not-great writing to use later. Some of the most commented on lines I've ever posted were cannibalized ones) We used to do it in class all the time, he'd set a timer, tell us something, and be like, "Just fucking go!"

And there were in fact times that I ended up with, essentially, "They had never met before. They were like two hummingbirds that had never met before" on the page, but what it did do was get me out of my own head and also helped me figure what I like and what my usual beats are.

I assume you can do a similar thing with drawing where you sketch for like, ten minutes and if it sucks it sucks. The sucking is half the point. We'll see if that helps me break through at all. I can still give myself permission to have like one ~piece~ I actually work hard at all month, but I gotta start sucking a little more, in order to not suck.

[jakeperalta]

how it feels sitting in my review meeting listening to my manager tell me she'd die if I left and I'm the star of the team and the amount of work I produce is insane and my quality of work is the best knowing full well that none of it matters because two months ago she gave me a 3 out of 5 rating and no pay rise

[bogkeep]

also re: job application. that is the longest and most thorough job application i have ever written, making sure to highlight just how relevant my experiences and skills are, first drafted in a fugue state after the ten hour drive from sweden, and since then my friends have been giving me feedback like real pro editors (my phd student friend did some editor mode magics in word i had never seen before??? her powers are terrifying) and essentially helped me craft it to be the the best possible version of the application it can be. for my hotel job in the past my application was just a couple sentences written directly in the email, so i am being Super Serious and Professional this time!!!

and then the job listing site is like. do you wanna use our AI to write your application? :)

DON'T INSULT ME. DISINTEGRATE