#I made it angsty

[moreespressoformydepresso]

I’ve already said I hc that Anthony speaks French when he’s having Big Feelings, but I would like to add to that: if it’s bad enough, he can get “stuck” in French. As in he genuinely cannot form English sentences even if he wants to. The words just don’t come to him, or they’re so jumbled and grammatically misplaced it’s unintelligible. And his friends understand like- four words in French combined. All of them via Anthony’s speaking the language. So if, say, he’s having a panic attack bad enough to get stuck, he will be unable to communicate why.

Not that he would if he could speak English, but the squad would have a fighting chance at figuring it out based on what he does say.

[strwbi-laces]

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt: unloveable (122 words)

“I don’t understand you sometimes.”

The words took Remus aback. He thought Sirius was the only person in the world who understood him. Could he have been wrong?

“Why’d you say that?”

“I don’t understand how you can bear to love me,” Sirius whispered, refusing to look in his direction. “I’ve hurt you. All I do is hurt you. I have made myself completely unlovable but you’re still here.”

Remus reached his hands out to tear stained cheeks, caressing them slowly while drawing Sirius’ gaze to him.

“I don’t care that you’ve hurt me.” Remus admitted, pressing their foreheads together. He murmured softly into the space between their lips.

“The burden of loving you is infinitely lighter than that of losing you.”

[autisticlancemcclain]

okay everyone i know it’s wip wednesday BUT it’s also allura’s birthday and as tradition goes i post a bday fic. i couldn’t manage to finish both tonight. SO i’m postponing wip wednesday one day and posting allura’s bday fic now enjoy!!!

[toughbunnyforever]

the beginning and the end

[galacticsabc]

Go ahead Red Mage, save the party.

[kiwichils]

shenanigans

[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.

[mcducky1356]

Firefight by @remedyturtles is all wrapped up! If you haven’t read it check it out! It is so good!

[hayden-christensen]

PREQUELS APPRECIATION WEEK 2024 DAY 1: PROTAGONISTS ▸ ANAKIN SKYWALKER

I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere.

[octaviasdread]

Thinking about Carpe Diem and the cinematography of falling leaves to falling snow.

Seasons as cyclical as generations. It's tapestries and banners. It’s photographs on the wall. A structure, a system; tradition in the bones of buildings and boys.

There's a choice to be made - Nolan's hollow, ceremonial Light of Knowledge, or Neil's scavenged, man-made God of the Cave?

They’re children living for the future through a lens of past. Fireside stories embraced by woodland caves. They chant, dance, and recite from a sacred book - the heirloom they claim from a father they chose.

The window is finally open, but time froze at Welton lake. Forever winter. Forever youth. A moment in time, a feeling, a community turned to dust.

It's all so fleeting. Carpe Diem. Teenage years, childhood, a lifetime in three months. It’s a tragedy of classical epics.

The tale is old, but this wound is fresh. Falling to your knees. Shouting at the sky, praying and wailing, and clutching at the earth.

But the snow never stops.

Spring is up to us.

[mischefous]

Ayooo I saw you were doing whumpy LU requests? Would you be willing to do a thing with Hyrule and his blood curse? Idk how angsty you wanna go XD anyways thanks and hiiiiiiiii

Heyyyy! I know this is veeeery late but i still hope ya like it!

Thank you for your request @hotcheetohatredwastaken 💙

CW! Blood, head owchie

[bleeding-ambrosia]

he did in fact sleep there all night..

[nonranghaes]

when joshua opens the door, you're soaking wet from the rain. his eyes bulge at the sight of you--the pounding at his door already had put a spring in his step--but he's quick to turn on his heel and rush to the bathroom. when he comes back, you're only a step closer. not quite inside his apartment, but not lingering out in the hallway.

he throws the towel around you, already working to dry you off. "you could have called me to give you a ride--"

"i love you."

immediately, he freezes. "you... what?"

you push the towel back from your face, peeking up from the floor to look at his face. "i love you?" you pause. "remember what you said after my last breakup?"

that was months ago, but he does. one day you would be wholeheartedly loved by someone and you would love them, too, and they'd be the luckiest person in the world. and now you're standing in front of him, soaked to the bone, as you smile at him like you've won the lottery.

you poke the center of his chest. "don't try to get out of this, hong. jeonghan already told me you feel the same way when he told me to 'get over myself' and confess."

"i'm not," he chuckles, and he's back to drying you off. "i'm not saying it back, though."

you blink. "huh?"

"take me out to dinner first," he chuckles. "and then i'll say it."

it earns a giggle from you. "i'll hold you to it."

[somewhere-in-wales]

You know what I was just thinking about? That feeling when you fall hard for someone you can't have.

And every time you see them your heart jumps. You drop EVERYTHING for a chance to spend time with them. Hearing from them lights you up, and your life can be divided between the time you get to spend with them and the time spent waiting to be with them again.

That agonising, heartbreaking, soul-crushing feeling of having fallen so deep that you can't see a way out, and you don't even want to.

Now imagine that going on for hundreds of years.

And then, when it finally looks like there might be a way out, together, it gets ripped away.

I was just thinking about that.

[nights-at-crystarium]

a noodle and a future noodle eating noodles

[cheatsylu]

I LOVE Hyrule in that doodle style!!

What about Sky and Hyrule? Sky carved him something! A new recorder? A wooden fairy? An unbreakable bottle? A lucky charm? Idk ajjdnsmama but I'd love to see them interact >:)

Or if you want to try something sadder, Hyrule gets a bleeding cut and he's so terrified he can't even get his spell to work so Sky is trying to comfort him

Sky carved an entire fairy next to you, and you still haven't noticed?