#I AM GOING TO KILL YOU

[b0ylik3r]

i hate scene kids who wear gir stuff that haven't watched invader zim. im about to gatekeep gir from people. name the plot of 3 episodes and 5 characters NOW!!!!!!

[duncanor]

"Trigun CGI is bad"

Stop lying. IM GOING TO EVISCERATE YOU.

[sangheilihoes]

*insert joke about Kratos teaching Arteus about the red circle here*

*Insert red circle joke about Sif/Thrúd/Angrboda/Freya/Faye here*

*insert joke about-

[maureen-corpse]

One thing I think is really fun is when I'm trying to do A Craft and tutorial people are like "oh the math part of this is really hard so here's how I get out of doing the math" or "here's my hot tip for making the math So Easy" and I'm here like You Just Did Math And This Is A Spatial Reasoning Issue Actually And You Are Not Addressing It For Me, A Person With No Spatial Reasoning Skills

[manyunboundmoments]

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MUM was confused.

[m202flash623]

every time you draw porrim maryam anywhere near cronus it pings me your location

[yammmmmmmmie]

Clinging to a man’s arm in a dainty, seductive manner

(I am checking the size of his muscles to ensure I can decimate him in a fight. When the time comes.)

[doctordelicate-touch]

THE SMALL CASEY KILLED FREDDY

FUCK YOU CASEY LITTLE ONE

[girlgerard]

I am seeing mcr today and I literally feel like I’m going to be sick

how does it feel. to be living my dream

[userblaney]

PLEASE tell me you haven’t watched s5 e9 yet bc i need to see your real time reactions to the ep 😭😭

it’s my next ep i think. i fell asleep half away through watching s5 e8 so umm. why do you need to see my reactions. WHY DO YOU NEED TO SEE MY REACTION

[oh-katsuki]

a very fuck you to people who touch my glasses without asking

[fatestouch]

And when asked...

“Well, of course I enjoy spending time with Rowen. Things are... easy with him, he’s kind, and very attentive. Not to mention that I do enjoy a man who can make me laugh~”

“...We’ve been in each other’s company for some time now, hm? I wonder when he’ll end up getting tired of me.”

[jaskiersbeloved]

🌹 gimme gimme gimme

"You've always had a soft heart, Michał. That's why I love you."

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[wilchur]

SHOVEL YOU ABSOLUTE COCKWASH

[inkskinned]

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.