#i'm ... always late

[kallisto-k]

Harringrove Summer Bingo 🏖️ for WIP weekend

Hi! I'm so sorry this is so delayed (didn't even make the following WIP weekend, I've been so behind😭) but here are the new Harringrove Summer Bingo sentences I promised!

“So what’s in the cooler?” Billy asked as Steve set it on the catamaran’s deck. 

“Nothing. It’s where I’m going to put your heart after I kill you. Then I’m going to toss the rest of you in Lake Michigan.”

Billy burst out laughing, dropping his backpack onto the deck as he howled. “Right. You think you can take me in a fair fight now, Harrington? Max isn't here to save your ass with drugs this time.”

[skyer0cks]

happy birthday Paulie! ✨️🍰

[au-where-i-am-sane]

Is "Supernatural has a gif for everything" still a thing? Or am I late? Do you guy have a gif for good omens? I bet you don't!

[artyapplebee]

[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.

[saltpepperbeard]

Stede + Being a Wonderful Dad Captain for @stedebonnets

[calciumdreams]

error will always be a loser in my heart < 3

[stargatebarbie]

If you feel comfortable please tell me about your middle name in the tags too! I'm nosey and don't know what to do with my own middle name lmao

[tioraidh-tux]

an ageless, plastic poem

[leocatbread]

{insert some "the bear and the bull" joke here}

original ⤵

[mellosdrawings]

HI HELLO?? HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW BDAY CARDS??? HELLO JAMILL??? MY GOSH THE OTHER TWO WOULD BE BOTH PROUD AND BLUSHING -- I MEAN I AM AND IM NOT EVEN A JAMIL STAN

I don't usually do arts for the JP release... I prefer to wait for the ENG......... but........

IF THE GROOVY ISN'T A PILLOW FIGHT I'M RIOTING!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 4.5: Morning Period.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

[kimtaegis]

stories of three little birds for @jkvjimin ♡

texts & paintings, by first appearance: Die Drei Spatzen (The Three Sparrows), poem by Christian Morgenstern // In einem leeren Haselstrauch (In a bald hazel tree), painting by 6-year-old me // Three Little Birds, song by Bob Marley & The Wailers // three little sparrows, painting by Annemiek Groenhout // Three Birds, poem by Ben Onachila // Birds on a Branch, painting by James Coffman // Birds of a Feather, song by Billie Eilish

[bluewolfangel01]

Happy Birthday Lucifer!!!

[mozquito]

happy last day of stan twins month ! have this silly doodle i whipped up

[wistfulwatcher]

3.18 The Crossing | 17.04 Kingdom of the Blind