#I mean I could go on

[aurumacadicus]

Pretty precious of men to be butthurt that He's Just Ken when for most movies since the inception of the craft women have been Just The Love Interest and Just The Mom and Just The Slut Who Dies For Having The Audacity To Have Sex and Just The Eye Candy For The Audience and Just The Child and Just The Child (sexualized, somehow) and Just The Wife and Just The Woman Dying To Further The Man's Character Growth and

[witcher-heart]

Me when a character that has, like, five minutes of total screen time. Why the fuck am I like this?

[colaghost]

One of my favorite little details in Deadpool and Wolverine was when Logan asks Wade, “Have you been checked for ADHD?” because it shows that Logan knows the signs, PROBABLY, from teaching all the mutant kids at Xavier’s and I just think that’s really sweet.

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[meziniart]

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[andstuffsketches]

finally watched Reign of the Supermen

[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.

[danielcalmdown]

early morning, on the way to Martinaise

[egophiliac]

ENG PLAYERS I BESEECH YOU

I have been informed that you guys are getting part 4 of episode 7 tomorrow, which means we are FINALLY going to get the official romanization of Revaan's name, somebody please tell me because I need to know what it is.

like, yes, it's probably just Revan/Levan, but look, I'm sitting here with my finger over the button of all these Laverne and Shirley jokes and just waiting for the opportunity to deploy them --

[forza55]

"the hottest thing a man could do is drive one-handed, palming the stirring wheel."

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The musical episode.

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[3twindragons]

[aliosne]

Saw a post about working class butches in physical labour jobs and wanted to make my own, so: I love you butches who do childcare or early education. I love you butch nurses. I love you butch house cleaners and janitorial staff. I love you service industry butches. I love you butches who do sex work. I love you working class butches who do “feminine” jobs you are cool as hell

[starry-songs-canvas]

Batman is the Ghost-King?!??

Probably been done before, but here’s a prompt I thought up today.

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The Justice League was too late to stop the ritual summoning a powerful entity called the Ghost-King. Legend has him a tyrant, a being who destroyed and enslaved all he could reach.

The ground glowed a dangerous bright green light, blinding the Justice league.

Squaring up to fight this fabled foe, the Justice league open their eyes to-

Thats Batman.

What-

Why is Batman in the circle?

He’s definitely not the Ghost-king.

…right?

—Meanwhile

Danny is so happy that the ghosts decided to only attack during non-school hours. He hasn’t done this well in school, since, well, ever! Heck if he knows why the ghosts changed up the schedule, maybe it was his super persuasive skills?

Shut up Sam, he can be very persuasive.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Tl:dr

Danny is, in fact, the ghost king, but 1. He doesn’t know that, 2. He’s too young in any age to be king, so 3. His biological father has been designated regent until then.

Batman now has to figure out why in the world he’s now being summoned as ghost-king, so he can get some actual work done without being summoned every 5 minutes across the world (and by his kids).