#she will never know

[ruubesz-draws]

Godzilla and Kong's teamwork in a nutshell

No wonder they always fight...

Inspired by this video:

[aleprouswitch]

My mom: "You should put music you wrote on the Internet and see what happens!"

Me, knowing my mom would be horrified by the power electronics releases I have on BandCamp:

[screechcat]

After a long moment of silence, I peer up from the page I hadn't been reading, and look to you. You with your eyes closed, surely thinking about something since your mind never seems to stop. I stare without thinking, then something clicks. All I can think of is how I don't remember when I fell in love with you. Maybe, it was when we were only teenagers, trying to figure out who we are.

I just remember holding your hand and realizing how much it was going to hurt when I would eventually have to let you go. I look back to my unread page, the one I had been staring at for the past hour. I guess that's just something I will keep to myself, maybe until the day I die.

- To the girl that sits beside me each and every day. The girl that will never know of my devotion to her.

[iloveseung-gi]

I’ve recently completed 3 romance series. Here’s the lowdown:

She Would Never Know:

I loved the lead male character. He was cute and patient and romantic and endlessly chased her. I hated that the lead female character broke up with him, but I can understand why she did it. This opened the door for a little payback, he making her chase after him. It ends well for the majority of the people.

Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha:

They each liked the other, but wouldn’t accept it. But bickering or not, they were very cute together. The other characters are very funny /quirky, and lovable. There’s a few tearjerker scenes as well, so have your box of tissues on hand. Out of the three series, this is my favorite!

Strongest Delivery Man:

I had started it many months prior, and just couldn’t get into it. But months later, in a different frame of mind, and being able to bypass the first several (already watched) slow episodes, I really enjoyed it. My only complaint is that the lead female character kept hitting or kicking the lead male character, and that seemed to be just fine by everyone. There’s a bad corporation, forcing family businesses to close so the corporation could take over the building. It was really nice to see rivals come together for the sake of the alleyway and families.

P.S.: Kim Seon-Ho stars in the last 2.

[pitchdarkhook]

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Hook's diary! | accepting.

██/██/██ Weather: Cold Mood: Good

Hook has a lot of things on her mind! Why do they call him Cold Dragon Young? He's not exactly cold, he's actually very warm and kind even though he doesn't show it! I think the word "Dragon" suits him though! I've only seen dragons in storybooks, they are so cool and pretty! Just like Cold Dragon Young! He fights cool, and also graceful! Is he really a dragon? Ooohhhh!! I know, I know! He would be a blue dragon, maybe with some green... a mix! Somehow, Hook thinks he is! I don't know, call it a gut feeling of Pitch-Dark Hook the Great!

But I'm usually right about these things!

I wonder how it feels to fly in the sky without anything blocking you! I could reach the stars and touch the clouds with my own hands... Wow! Hook wants to be a dragon too! Then I can go anywhere and everywhere I want! Many adventures, many stories to tell everyone!

Thinking too hard on the title " Cold Dragon Young ". | @cloudlancer.

[autumn-theseasonn]

Just had a friend say, “he looks good in white” referring to Chat Blanc

[thenataliepaige]

I think I gave my Twitch Mods just a little too much power KEKW

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[therelentless]

NANDOR. WHERE IS THAT BASTARD ROOSTER THAT WAS BULLYING THE HENS? WHERE IS HE, HE NEEDS TO BE SOUP

{ @celesteye ;;

He quickly turned to face her, looking evidently nervous. He was thinking of 1000 lies that he could say. "I killed him!" It was the first thing that came from his lips. "I grabbed him by the neck and threw him in the oven. You should have seen him... his little wing hitting the window, begging me to take him out..." He looked down for a second. "But I was strong! I let him in there until he was all dry and crispy. Such a poor little fellow..."

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[squidsmeister]

dungeon meshi is my favorite road-trip comedy film

[watchingwisteria]

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

[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.

[anna-scribbles]

last one i promise(<—lie)

[bigfatbreak]

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[chloesimaginationthings]

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