#i mean it probably is

[yellowlikelemons]

Hand around my throat while we're doing something supposedly normal send tweet

[tyrianludaship]

I haven't did these kinds of edits in years, I kinda got obsessed with it when I did it again. So I'm dumping these in the aether

(half of these are just making fun of scout I'm so sorry man)

[murdrdocs]

what if ethan's name isn't even ethan ...

[kaijuposting]

Newt Geiszler: Has six PhDs

Also Newt Geiszler: Has six Capricorn placements on his natal chart

Coincidence???

[strangesoulmates]

Found Cyril hiding 🙃 In the room where other cats 🙃🙃 hid in the few days before it was clearly time to say goodbye 🙃🙃🙃

[justagirl-andherchoices]

You can’t convince me this is the same teo

[miraclemaya]

this is problematic of me (joke) but i really enjoy the splashing of french into english speech or writing. just adds a pizzazz

[ninjasmudge]

last night i had a dream that i was playing minecraft and i noticed i had 77 blocks of cobblestone in one slot instead of it being capped at 64 and it was so jarring to me that it literally booted me out of the dream. like sure you can fly now and your childhood home is a pharmacy but 77 pieces of cobblestone? unthinkable. wake the fuck up.

[bananonbinary]

also worth noting that "abusive" doesn't actually mean "irredeemable" either.

there's a lot of people that have done things in the past that were bad, because they weren't taught any better, or they were in an overall toxic situation where EVERYONE was shitty (like a cult), or they were just at an especially low point and hurt others for it.

you don't have to forgive them. you don't have to ever speak to them again. you can be angry with them until you die if you want.

but society cannot function if we don't allow them to move on. to change their behavior and fuck off somewhere else and build meaningful relationships without bothering you again. we need a path for people to change, or nothing ever will.

[collaredkittyboy]

[kyistell]

SNOW!!!!!

Okay so, it snowed a few days ago and of course I was super stoked because snow, and I knew that more was on the horizon for Saturday.

So it’s Saturday. It’s the first day of Presidents Day Weekend, the day of the Flyers V. Devils Stadium game. It’s also the day I was meant to go ice skating again.

I’ve been going through what I call “Skate withdrawl” since it’s been almost a month since I last gone skating. I was finally able to get my poppy to bring me today, and yes I knew there would be snow but it went from a Winter Weathert Advisory to a Winter Weather Warning because it’s a full blown storm baybeeeee.

I’m sad that I’ll have to wait to go tomorrow BUT I am happy we got way more snow than predicted, so I guess I can’t be too sad.

Signed-

Your resident Snow Slut™️

[cannon]

i am so fatigued

[bowenoke]

[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.

[nightbirdz]

It’s a bit unrealistic how Toph never made any counterfeit coins once she learned to metalbend

[gunpowdercarousel]

OKAY WAIT WHAT THE FUCK I JUST NOTICED THIS

You mind link

with every origin character

when you meet them

except

for

fucking

GALE