#so it's easy to write it off.

[rootsmachine]

i can picture the van was dead the whole time scene perfectly in my mind. yellowjackets season 2 writers i know you’ve “wrapped” and the season is actually “airing” but if you have a sudden need to kill off van palmer. please contact me i have some thoughts.

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[crehador]

completely forgot to say in my other post but TIME SKIP AKIYAMA HELLO?????? bonding with the future father-in-law already i'm absolutely obsessed with this

[blighted-lights]

"This pain you're feeling? Remember it."

follow-up to this post, more fic sketching. ratbat has SO much potential for interesting dynamics w/ soundwave and the other cassettes, wish ppl talked about him more

[microwave-core]

my haley brain rot is terminal, sorry

[milkbreadtoast]

random but i resolved to post abt it every time i find a webtoon that I enjoy... and lately I've been having fun reading this one...

*rubs nose* heh... I do dabble in het from time to time... no but seriously it's a p straightforward lighthearted enemies to lovers romcom, not groundbreaking or anything yet im over here kicking my feet and giggling the main couple is SO cute to me... i luv them... I actually couldnt wait to find out what happens next so ive been slowly reading ahead in the kor whenever i have time and they're sooo cute😭😭 I also like the art style and costume design a lot!! it gives me like. a nostalgic 90s shoujo anime vibe tbh... w the puffy hair and babyfaces...

[cryingweasel]

I’ve seen a couple of posts about people being hesitant and not really wanting new players joining the qsmp soon + more languages being added, and I understand, but the posts mostly seem to be made by English speaking people and I don’t think they understand how big of a deal this is for some people. The internet is really focused on anglophone creators to the point that if you’re bicultural and living in the US, you will never get recommended a channel that doesn’t speak English, despite English speaking channels getting recommended everywhere else. The trending tab is only filled with English speaking creators. You have never had a problem finding content that’s in your language. That’s not something you have to do. The fact that there might be French creators added to the qsmp is so exciting for me because I will finally have a starting point to discover French creators, I will finally be able to watch content that is in my language. The qsmp is bringing non English speaking creators into the orbit of English viewers and that is so cool. People have started watching the Spanish streamer despite not understanding most of what is being said, they’ve started learning Spanish because they want to be able to interact with the Spanish community. If people are trying to learn French/Portuguese/German they’re going to have access to creators who speak that language!!! I have faith in Quackity that he won’t make the introduction of new players overwhelming, this is going to be so sick.

[skylarbee]

miles about the possibility of tlsp3 coming out in 2024: "fat chance of that" "it's a while off that, if it happens you know, it's... yeah, unfortunately, but one day maybe"

massive thanks to @mileskanex for sharing this, full interview linked🥰

[deer-with-a-stick]

"Oh Jergal gave up his portfolios so his power level is like that of a demi-god lol"

I am a firm believer that if Jergal had the motivation to, he would absolutely fuck up the Dead Three, Kelemvor, and Cyric's shit all at once. Just yoink the power back. Dude just doesn't give a fuck. Sure, he hates Cyric and the Dead Three, but no matter what kind of bullshit they get up to, they a) can't kill him and b) really won't interfere with his paperwork. The whole non-interference thing is very Death God of him. The guy's Lord of the End of Everything, but killing everything at much was too much work and actively holding the power was too boring for him lmao

[blinkpen]

pre-rough draft ore for later processing of paisley being a most devilish fiend in a "filler" chapter B plot. what's going on in the A plot? this (cw for blood and body horror)

[allgremlinart]

I open the korra tag I see the worst takes known to man I go on with my day

did you WATCH. the show

[virgothozul]

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[ancient-day]

Okay, so… I’ve seen it said a good few times that in 3rd semester, Akechi is the only sway Joker really has to consider staying in Maruki’s reality, and that’s not the whole truth. There are two points that can lead to the “Stay” ending.

The first prompt happens when Joker and Crow go to rescue Sumire from Maruki on 1/9. Maruki asks if Joker can accept this reality, and after flashing through all his friends’ words over the past week, he can choose to accept it. This is the part of him that places the needs of others above his own. The part of him who loves his friends so dearly that he would be willing to set aside himself to save them. He can choose Maruki’s reality for their sakes because their happiness is incredibly important to him.

What makes the “Stay” ending hit so much harder for a lot of us on 2/2 is probably because that’s the more selfish part of Joker that we rarely see outside of his thieving habits. Wanting Akechi to live is something that he wants specifically, and it has nothing to do with the greater good or anyone else’s feelings. He can pretend it’s for Akechi’s sake, but when Akechi’s standing his ground so fiercely about how much he doesn’t want that, it’s hard to keep up that lie.

While I personally think that 2/2 is more compelling, I think it does Joker a bit of a disservice to say that it’s the only time he considers giving up on reality. He loves his friends, and he loves Akechi. He loves them all and wants them all beside him, happy and healthy and safe.

[wilcze-kudly]

The three generations of Beifong parents we've seen seem to be constantly swinging from one extreme parenting style to the other.

Like, of course Lao and Poppy sucked and were overprotective and controlling, we all know this.

Then Toph, compensating for her own stifled childhood, gives her daughters too much freedom, to the point where they feel neglected by her.

And then Su, compensating for her childhood of feeling alone and rejected by her family members is also implied to be a rather overbearing parent. Mind you, shes like much better than Lao and Poppy, but we can see with how she tries to discourage Opal from going to the air temples. And also with Kuvira and Baatar Jr being essentially banished for leaving the city without a reason that was valid in Su's eyes. That last one was also of course due to political beliefs as well, but clearly there was a super personal grudge there.

It's like a fucked up little ourobouros of traumatised earthbenders traumatising their offspring further while thinking they're fixing their parents mistakes.

Also good luck to Su's kids because I can imagine that the subject of family will be a kinda touchy after the many attempts of parricide. I feel like the comics were a little too quick to give Kuvira a nice lil forgiveness moment from the family. Like I would be terrified to have children after seeing my parents fail so spectacularly.

[berzatoe]

hi! thinking about cuddling with carmy after he has a rough day <3 thanks!

Stop cuz he would be so good at cuddling 😭😭

And he’d come home all exhausted, beaten down from the restaurant, aching head to toe from being on his feet all day.

And he would literally just melt into you. Instantly.

You’d be waiting up for him late, probably already sprawled out on the couch by the time he’d come home, and he would just climb over you and encase you without word as soon as he walked through the door.

His head would be burrowed in your neck as he took deep breaths, trying to soothe himself. It was like you were the only thing that calmed him down sometimes.

And have you SEEN his arms?? They’d be wrapped around you, holding onto you tight with the tension he’d built up through the night.

He’d start telling you about his day and you’d play with the tufts of curls at the nape of his neck and nod along and respond with occasional “mmm-hmm”’s ,“yeah?”’s, and “I’m sorry baby”’s.

With each response, Carmy’s arms would pull you impossibly closer, until the two of you were completely intertwined.

You loved the way he smelled like this. Like good food, and sweat. But it was Carmy and even his fucking body odor smelled heavenly to you for some reason— so much to the point where you’d long for this exact moment of him getting home— high strung, and needing you. Needing you just to hold him.

And he’d feel the same way. Your scented shampoo instantly pulls him out of the kitchen, and everything that comes with it.

He isn’t in the restaurant, he smells you— his girl, clean and sleepy on his couch, and he’s okay again. He’s home.

His hand comes up and traces the length of your neck, fingers lightly dragging up to gain a hold around your head, intertwined with your hair, pulling your head to look at him.

He’d prompt you to change positions, until it’s him holding you, giving him the leverage to place kisses on your forehead and cheeks, making you blush. He’d trace circles across your legs, and you would feel light in his arms both physically and mentally.

He’d rub his hands up and down you arms, sides, shoulders, legs, soothing you to your calmest state, peppering kisses against your collarbones and neck, squeezing you tight against his chest.

Eventually you’d get sleepy, and he’d place a final kiss a top the crown of your head before carrying you back to the bed in those strong, fire-fighter arms.

Carmy would fluff up a pillow for you, turn it to its cool side, take extra time to delicately place your head on it, tuck you in, and then spoon you until he fell asleep.

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

A friend of mine kickstarted a short film project and it's really cool but why am i the only one in the storyboard group who seems to have a grasp on actually writing. like, not just writing the words but the technical stuff around that. fellas 80s/90s musical is still not a genre exactly. a crossover is complicated as fuck especially regarding pacing. we have three protagonists currently who are introduced on their own but we can't just go out and write them! we need to coordinate how long those parts are so it's even! with pacing there's gonna be several scenes per introduction so we can piece them together and not have three blocks that is confusing and weird! pacing! coordination! length! and for the love of god we can't have a single perspn write the main crossover plot if they don't even know the characters