#You're a little warm...

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[canisalbus]

doodled your little guys!!! I have so many thoughts about them. As someone who lives in Italy it has been absolutely wonderful seeing your characters express the country's culture and history!!! It's not often that I see characters be based off Italian history in such an artistic manner.. But that might be me living under a rock, LOL. Anyhow, keep doing what you do, YOU ROCK!!!!

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[r-h-e-t]

LOCKED IN | LOCKED OUT

Shiv watches. Though glass. Quite frozen.

[neverbelessthan]

JET LAG THE GAME | Benjamin 'bing bong' Doyle (2 / ?)

[burningcheese-merchant]

я делаю вещи не задумавшись толком так то

почему то у меня есть мысль , что Спайс очень очень теплый, и из-за этого маленькому Пеппер Джеку было намного легче и спокойнее засыпать в его руках, чем в руках Чизз

дополнительно ещё дочурка и папаня дурачатся

благодарю вас безмерно за комплименты мне правда очень приятно вы моя муза во всех смыслах вы мотивируете меня рисовать и творить что либо в принципе обнимаю крепко крепко

Okie dokie one response is not good enough, you get a moodboard depicting my feelings for your ask and artwork

My face hurts, I'm smiling so much. Haven't done a single fucking thing to deserve people making all of this cool shit for me, and yet here you all are anyway. You guys are all the best. YOU are the best, socksweeet 🫵💯❤️

Next few BurningCheese family stories and/or art pieces I make shall be made specifically in your honor. You earned it. And please KEEP DRAWING THINGS, you are very talented and your style is delightful and simply a joy to look at, and you deserve recognition

[gummi-ships]

Happy holidays everyone!

[binah-beloved]

more void creature Binah. a monster you find in the darkest recess of the world, where light never reaches and the stars never shine. at first it's only an eye in a pit of blackness, inching and creeping towards you. the longer you stay, the more human it looks. black hair, draped over one shoulder. slender, pale fingers. spots and streaks of gold here and there. it turns everything cold when it finally touches you, freezing your skin to a chill and wrapping you in an odd, disjointed embrace.

it's cold- then suddenly warm. the creature practically radiates contentment, curling her arms around you and letting out a rusty noise. it might be a hum. you can't quite tell. several eyes blink and wink, observing you, and you're hugged a bit closer, settling in a lap made of nothing and everything.

another whisper. a chopped, clipped sound. again, and again, and again- a name.

Binah.

[pluggedintosaverockandroll]

I finished knitting my "tube" socks!

Some details under the cut

I followed this tutorial.

I cast on 27 stitches and knitted in 1x1 rib stitch until the piece was about 54 cm long. For both socks (total) I used a little less than 100 grams of yarn (80% acrylic and 20% wool) and 8 mm knitting needles.

[curiosity-killed]

tfw you're 15 and have a crush for the first time in your life and show him your favorite spot and are so so so normal and chill and nonchalant about it

[ALT ID: A digital illustration showing two young men leaning on a railing high above a walled city. The one closest to the audience is smiling down at the view while the other leans on his arm, looking up at the first.]

[todrawblood]

🎨 perhaps? 🥺

i draw your muses

gwen  <3.  as  i  was  drawing  this  i  thought   “WE  ARE  SO  BACK”.  i  just  fell  in  love  with  this  lineart  brush,  this  is  why  i  couldn't  resist  coloring  this  for  a  more  finished  feel.  also  i  got  lazy  drawing  her  armor  so  she's  kind  of  naked.  sorry  or  not  sorry,  i  suppose. 

[rat-rosemary]

Augh no one cares because we're chatting about Dreamnap on Shadoune's gay French event, but I'm thinking about the god of the wild au

The vulnerability of all the rituals that the humans in the dsmp make for Dream. He's am animal born God, he doesn't naturally have rituals or offerings, or even clothes! But they make them for him

Tommy and Wilbur spend months studying all sorts of Gods, tearing their practices apart and making them Dream's. Everyone finds their own way to honor Dream and feed him devotion in a way that they didn't need to. None of this is natural to him, none of this is needed. But they still do it. They still write prayers and make up dances and make hand made plates to hold fruit and milk and honey.

When Dream shows up dressed in embroidery and gold that's Tommy pulling him aside to dress him in the clothes he made. It's all handmade, it's all trust, it's all domestication and care and so much love. It's all human instinct.

[not-brionnnne]

hey has anyone ever considered doing shinjiro smut for after the fade to black but he lays you across his lap, like has anyone ever considered the canon praise kink with him more—shinjiro who scolds you, calls you trouble and tells you to stay close to him like a "good girl", shinjiro who acts tough, pretends to be fed up with you pushing him around (he loves it, but that doesn't mean you're not gonna hear about it), ignoring what he wants, so two can play that game, and you think, god, he's not holding back anymore, he's going to kiss me, finally, we're going to— but no, he settles on his bed and pats his lap and tells you that you need to "take responsibility" for teasing him like that, messing with his feelings — "be a good girl." remember, you started this.

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

[pyrepostings]

imagining a defiant interrogation whumpee who gets sick of saying "I'm not telling you" so they start going into what sounds initially to be them finally telling whumper what they want to know, but ends up being whumpee wasting time by just quoting a song.

[sidereon-spaceace]

torn between wanting to make all my ocs Specialest Little Guys and overpowered VS. the fact I just finished watching all three extended editions of Lord of the Rings and am deeply moved by the struggles and worth of the common man

[cielosuerte]

i'm truly in a lovely spot in my life that never would have been possible if i hadn't gone no contact with my family. i'm independent and able to do whatever i want whenever i want to, and i'm surrounded by love & real community.

a lot of the narrative about going no-contact is in regards to the tragedy of it, the confusion, the grieving of the end of something. a lot of it, for me, was about anger & jealousy, that i was losing this thing i saw as inherent to being fully human, and without it i was forever on the outside. but that's just not what happened. i'm more present and connected to my humanity and to others than i ever was with my family.

i guess what i'm saying is on reflection of 5+ years being no contact, my whole adult life with no blood-family, is that someone should tell you it gets better. it's worth it, and it's beautiful. and all things cause grief, so there's no point trying to shrink down to a size that the grief doesn't matter, bc it should matter. if i am going to grieve forever, let me do it in a warm bed, post top surgery, knowing several of my lovely friends are going to take care of me. if i must grieve, let it be the grief i chose and built with careful hands. let my life be mine.

if you're thinking about going no contact- i won't tell you, you have to do it, right now. that choice truly is yours alone, and it might not be the right one for you, but i will tell you that if what is holding you back is a fear of ruining your life by becoming solo: nothing is ruined when you choose happiness. even if the path is harder. you ruin nothing of any grand plan, of g-d's will, or anything else you believe in, by choosing your own life.

and i would choose this life, again and again and again and again. it's mine, with all its faults and all its grandeur.