#i really hated the last piece i posted

[deafening-radio-silence]

NOTHING could have prepared me for the reality of letting a cat into my house

[garfield-milk]

DAY 2 || TURTLEDUCK POND

@zukkaweek

[shima-draws]

Me, sketching out charm designs: Fun!! Ehe! So fun!!

Me, lining charm designs: Why did god put me on this earth. Why was I put here only to suffer. Such a cruel fate has befallen me

Me, coloring and shading charm designs: Fun!! Ehe! So fun!!!

[maridoodles]

some of my favorite illustrations from 2022 💖

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[inkedmyths]

Let's go Team Strawberry!

God this is such a good fest theme, it's so cute, and I adore the colors

[e77y]

Trying to fix my resume ☝️🤓 Small problem: I sound like a loser no matter what

[4giorno]

so hard when you dont know if the drawing youre working on is a case of "trust the process and it will be great" or "just delete it and start over and itll be great on the next attempt"

[dolla-dolla-yeah]

In the nicest possible way, what the hell are these

[swildy]

characters by @hitodama89, @chalkrub, Anexicity, @dodgermd-art, Amy_Wierdo, art_block__, Paige_Roux, T1gerScratch, feather_claw_ & WarTilPeace

[2x4plank]

Okay, yes. I know I wrote that entire thinkpiece about David and I should've stopped there. But I'm on Permadeath and keep having to replay the winter act, and I feel like I still have so many thoughts about not only David, but the entire act. I'm talking game-only, because I don't feel like watching the show, so spoilers for that if you want to play the game.

The more you acquaint yourself with David, the more you hate him. He is one of the only videogame characters that ever upset my stomach.

When you replay the game, his allyship and empty flattery just becomes that much more disgusting. Having to depend on him to fight enemies off of you (because on the higher difficulties especially, he's useless otherwise! Thanks for all those losses due to Ally Death, David!) and looking to him for help and helping him just feels terrible.

I notice that even James is surprised when David talks to him in that demanding tone. Part of me wonders if he used that tone to impress Ellie or something, like saying that he's the top dog around here. I hate it.

Sidenote: When Ellie calls David an "old man", I like to think she pulled that from Henry calling Joel that. I like to think. Henry and Sam are my favorite allies.

Paying more attention throughout the act, I noticed two kind of repetitive symbols: deer and fire.

The deer symbol is pretty obvious: Ellie starts out hunting a deer; she hides out in a hunting lodge; and all throughout the steakhouse, there are pictures of deer and deer mounts which I somehow didn't notice before.

But I never thought about the fire. How she starts out quite distant from the fire that David started, even though it is freezing cold in winter and she's rubbing underneath her nose because somebody needs to give this girl a scarf! But after they fight together, she gets closer and immediately regrets it because these two men she met aren't normal.

While navigating through the wintry hellscape that is David's town, fire lights your path as you crawl through buildings (I found the inclusion of an arcade interesting; it felt like a marker of childhood to me, and there's even a stuffed giraffe). And then of course, the Steakhouse is on fire, and that fire slowly spreads. The use of fire during this act sort of reminds me of the use of fire in Silent Hill 2, where Angela Orosco who experienced sexual abuse lived in this personal hell of narrow, fiery corridors.

And as I hear, "Ah, thank you, Lord!" for the millionth time, I realize that seeing David as similar to Joel still does not work for me. I just continue to contrast them. The only two things that allow for comparison is that David is an older man who also boosts her up to a higher platform. Otherwise, I don't see many similarities.

As I've said, Joel wants to protect Ellie--both mentally and physically. He doesn't want her to see the burning dead in Bill's town. He doesn't want to traumatize her by letting her shoot other people, or encourage her to jump on the frontlines by giving her a gun. He very much acts like a father who wants to take on all those burdens so his child doesn't have to.

David, on the other hand, exposes her to stuff as a weapon. He locks her in the cage in the same room they chop up bodies. He gleefully smiles as he almost cleaves off her head. He is more than happy to make everything worse for her.

And maybe it bears repeating: JOEL WOULD NEVER ABUSE A CHILD LIKE DAVID WOULD! Which is a vast land of difference when it comes to characterization.

Upon returning the steakhouse, it genuinely felt like going back to a place where something terrible happened, and you don't even want to think about it. It's so quiet, but you're collecting health kits to protect yourself because you know it's about to be something. It's this particular kind of dread. And then David bursts in, starts a fire, takes away your weapon, and you have to face him.

So come the next act, when I see Ellie staring at that deer like she can't pull away from it, it's very painful.

[majormeilani]

i don't like that post that's talking about "good fanfiction" and "good literature" not every story has to be some peak amazing tale with a whole beginning and end and comparing original fiction with fanfiction doesn't work bc fanfiction is inherently referential and original works you have to build everything up so obviously they're completely different in terms of storytelling.

i totally get trying to teach people that in order for an original story to make sense, you have to familiarize your audience with the characters and setting and that's fine but like why does it matter if it can be considered "good" not everyone writes something to be "good." and good is a subjective way to describe it anyway like everyone's definition of good is different so idk why they phrased it like that.

[blissfali]

hjjhjh

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Take a shot for every time I use an unnecessary comma. I don't recommend this, as you are sure to die of alcohol poisoning before you finish the first paragraph.

[ritzu]

I Hate Writing.

[mchiti]

There's a super famous singing festival in italy that airs for a week every year. This year, one of the singers, Ghali, did some very remarkable things on that stage. Ghali was born in Italy from Tunisian parents, his career has been going on for a while, but this was his first time on that stage.

He made a song where he references Palestine where he sings: "how can you say everything is fine down here, where in order to trace borders with imaginary lines you bomb an hospital, for a piece of land or for a piece of bread there is no peace" . He also did a medley, singing also in arabic for the first time in the history of the festival.

Last night, during the final, he ended his performance asking to "stop the genocide!" I don't have to tell you that there's absolutely nothing pro-Palestine on italian media... and he used the biggest stage he could use to say that.

Today on a tv programme he was accused by the Isra*li ambassador of spreading hate and violence, to which he replied with those words in the following video (credits to the person who translated it here):

The italian TV broadcaster quickly posted a press release to distance themselves from this speech and to reiterate their whole support to Isr*el lol Towards the end of this tv programme, a few hours after Ghali said what you can hear in this video, they read the press release out loud. This is how Isra*li propaganda works everywhere, thanks to the complicity of our governments.

Just want to post about him because he really risked it all and I appreciate him incredibly for everything he did...if only everyone could do the same. And fuck italy and its fascist government.

[fmhobeus]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)