#hating on creativity fr

[voidzphere]

"i hate sans aus !!1" oh boo hoo. go cry to your mommy

like i get it. sure, it'z overflowin the fandom a little, some of the creatorz are assholez, more characterz should have the spotlight than just sans, etc. but letz retrace our stepz a little. there are so many sans aus because why ??

because sans is a good and fun and cool character. yeah, there are other good, fun, and cool characterz out there, but why are you hating on some people being simply creative ??

the alternate universez show how much someone'z creativity and imagination can go such a long way. why would you hate that ? fun police istg

[nondelphic]

you don't need to be a good writer to get published or get a movie adaptation, just look at colleen hoover!

[kyokutsu-sama]

My drafts see me starting to write something new without having finished the previous fic:

[blueskittlesart]

im only 3 episodes into (live action) one piece but binks no sake will not leave my head. lmao

[inkats]

uramichi sketchdump fr today.

[thornwashere]

i wrote a little something which i mostly wanted to reflect nostalgia with. i really wanted it to have the atmosphere where you’re looking at something through a 2000s digital camcorder vibe, and so i wrote it :)

i love this style of writing because it appreciates the little things about life more- emphasize is placed on every detail. it’s just pretty to read for me.

so thus i present my shitty writing:

She grinned into the salt air. I stared as her toes buried themselves into the sand, which was fine and smooth and a glistening beige. Her nails slid over the dissolved rocks that had been formed so long ago, worn away to a point of microscopic.

I wondered if we would ever hit that point, where we could no longer run against the sandpaper of elements without fading completely.

We, I considered, was the wrong word.

She was a rock. Obsidian. Hardened and strong and bold.

The sun’s eyes seemed to grace her features rather than punish them, seemed to sing to her rather than scream. It danced on her, with her, twirling. The sun signed a contract with her, letting her hold hands with the flames which promised never to burn her. They instead fueled her eyes like coal, which had closed to let the rest of her bask in the ocean’s breath, taking salt through her pores. The curves of her face held an orange glow, sucking in the sun like a plant, like a desert man finding an oasis.

Angelic wasn’t strong enough a word. Magnetic came close. She was what the Earth twirled on. She was what compasses led to. She was my north.

Her knees knocked against my own, and I looked at her. She smiled like we were kids again.

“You look happy. I know you love the beach.” I loved her so much more. I chuckled.

“Not the sun, though.” She looked to the sky, away from me, and the world got slightly colder.

“I’ve never understood why.” It’s a lie- we remember peeling sunburns and avoiding sunscreen because of its odor and sticky texture. We remember hot sand on our feet. We remember heat exhaustion and reddened skin and sweat.

“I know.” I remember her hand, bandaids wrapped around fingers like rings, interlacing her injured wedding bands with mine, letting myself get pulled out of where I stayed cooped up in air conditioning and shade. I remember deciding the burns were worth it when she chased me down the shore, when we tossed water at each other, when the gas station store owner kicked us out for being rowdy.

She knocks her knees with mine again.

“Here.” She places an earplug in my hand. The wire pulls us closer. I don’t mind.

I smile back at her and put it in as we lapse into silence along with the waves. Wired together like otters holding hands, we shifted and ebbed along the current as her hair blew back against her jaw, whipping the breeze.

The song was easy. Piano played by easygoing fingers, long with bitten nails on ivory and coal. The voice cracked with bad microphone quality. Yet despite its limits, the woman still sung with passion and elegance.

“I remember this.” I said. My voice cracks. Whether it’s from emotion or underuse is hard to tell.

I couldn’t stand silence.

She relished in it. She carressed its face with her palms. It whispered to her. Silence was in everything she did. Her walk, her breath, her voice.

I couldn’t stand silence, but I loved her.

Perhaps that made silence forgivable.

She breathed in again. Salt and waves and sun.

“I know. I used to play it to you.” She was quiet. I love her.

I hadn’t yet realized it, yet it wasn’t a shock. It had always been fact, since the day she locked bandaids with my fingers. Since the day we walked along the train tracks, balancing on metal. Since the day we bought a record player and vinyls of our songs. Since the day my mother yelled at us for my dirt covered knees.

“You looped it until you got sick of it.”

She smiled at her lap.

“I still think it’s nice.”

The waves float over our heads, deafening us both.

The singer sung of love and its beauty.

Yet when I looked over, I thought longing was far more beautiful.

They say not to look at the sun, but I would let it blind me.

[skylilac]

this book is acruakly soooo disappointing

[thewritingpossum]

Please stop putting that bs 'Emile Corsi' art on my dash, it's not only AI trash but also the worst of the orientalism movement with none of its actual artistic quality and I'm siiiiiick of it

[oddberryshortcake]

Man.

I miss when artists could tell genuinely unique and creative stories without corporate interjections making everything feel bastardized, cheap and disingenuous.

Corporations make shit art straight up. Artists deserve to tell their stories as they are meant to be told.

[quixtrix]

i think i don't understand the appeal behind cross being included in the bad sanses gang because i legit treat s1 cross as a system. like two people one body yeah thats a system. the only reason theyre even in that shit is because of xchara and their plan.

in my mind it's like xchara has been in control of the controller on one save file they share with cross. when xchara is there, even if cross has the controller, he's still sharing the save file with them, and he has to play the way xchara has been playing or else they'll get upset. but since xchara gave the controller and the save file up to cross, cross is allowed to do whatever he wants, which includes completely abandoning the place that xchara put both of them in. but now it's only one. and with one person, all the decision goes to him.

shouldnt cross have at least some freedom from a group of people he doesn't want to be around?? he already can't cut off his creator because their lives are linked together, so why portray him with what's essentially shitty coworkers from a job he fucking hated??

i know what the answer is. but i also jus dont see the appeal of it. maybe its because i too dont like hanging out with my shitty ex coworkers

[unproduciblesmackdown]

a decade later sure i'll put it into Text Post "tumblr user claims: plausibly may feasibly" form, starting with these classic screenshots i still have saved

this being dialogue from 2015's always watching: a marble hornets story, which is like hey this is a pretty well produced indie venture & you can sure like sit through it even if you then never watch it again b/c it's still kind of overly on the beaten path & "i'm not sure this choice is justified in much of anything" (see: bizarrely omnipresent thread of a love triangle just to be There; typical Mental Patient(tm) Harbinger; several real marked More Is Less instances arguably) that is still a better time than other random horror material i've seen & hated vs. only mostly been underwhelmed by but in an Overall Shrug way alone. yeah imdb's 4.7 out of 10 seems fair enough if you consider like 5 stars truly middle of the road solid if forgettable vs that anything < 7 stars is for [Bad!] or whatever

anyways the main character is named milo & indeed the creator(s) / actors / writers troy joseph & tim were involved in the production at all: tim at least by being the first step in doug jones's casting by reaching out directly (online), but troy & joseph also via Some writing, like in that slender game sequel also: not the Primary creators / writers, but still officially involved in the creative process at all. & i knew of them & they knew of me by this time & in a [source: dude just trust me] style of way, i, a tumblr user, am like "i think milo alwayswatching Could be named after me, milo unproduciblesmackdown. lol." b/c also like yeah i can take it on the chin if it's a coincidence, which is also likely. great name & it's just not being used enough in fictional & nonfictional people's names. you might also be aware that some role in tribetweIve is named milo (maybe the main guy. i never watched it) so you might also speculate it's named after that guy, which seems plausible also, But: afaik there are no other similar plausible shoutouts at all, to that series or to emh which was just as majorly like One Of Those 3 Biggest Online Series. may or may not add a grain of salt to take it with. like my own "of course, there's a grain of salt in 'milo just like me milo, and Uncoincidentally?' b/c how wouldn't there be. a name people have"

the dude just trust me argument: distilling it down to "i went to their first convention & then the same one the next year, & in these experiences i Know they knew of me from that + also online, where people knew my name was milo as well" and "it seems feasible enough it's an easter egg Not Coincidence that i first knew this character's name happened to also be milo b/c someone who experienced a clip sent me an ask about it, so they assumed it was a possible actual connection too lol." and, of course, it might be a fun coincidence after all. but i'm still like "yeah no it Could be a funny little shoutout to me specifically for real" and mean it and, again, i can endure it if i'm completely wrong. b/c who could care, and also b/c it's so funny that the character is a guy who basically just is like "i am going to have a bad attitude. b/c of the insistent tiresome love triangle thing. well now I'm insistently tiresome" and fucking everything up but like, sure. exasperating epic fail protagonists

the only relevance i think it has besides "to me, b/c i can go haha yeah. that might be like: just like me!!" is that it's Also plausible b/c yeah marble hornets Is the kind of series that might go "this could be an easter egg about some queer autistic tumblr user we know about" lmao, its Inherent Queerness both re: the material and in the creators' knowledge like yep that's how our Appreciators skew! like it's low stakes to be like [lol, Me. perhaps] b/c it's obviously of zero importance like it adds no info, i'm just some rando queer fan from back in the day, but it's this potential Fun Fact that's funny to know & it's about "yeah like they knew i was trans back then too & that it was like, amidst the MH Fans, like nobody's cishet man (shaggy rogers voice)" Gay Rights!

[umemiyan]

have to pause my writing session and do therapy or whatever 😒

[famousblueraincoatmp3]

Horror fans: we never get anything original anymore

Also horror fans at anything remotely offbeat: ummm?? Where’s the bad cgi and jumpscares??? Boring??? Wdym I have to think??

[dragqueenpentheus]

the only way ive figured out how to stop feeling small and talentless is to just keep doing it anyway and so far????? not working will update in future

[remnants]

bane stealing the caskets of bruce's parents and then throwing him in one of their graves could've been cold asf but he accepted 100 million with a 10 mil down payment to do it and that cheapens the act imo.

[zyn-is-a-bean]

Kill my creative drive, why don’t you?